#maching gun kelly

[usafphantom2]

🔥Each flight was equipped with 16 shots of TEB. It was the TEB triethylborane that caused the fuel to temporarily Flair up. 🔥

The NTSB lists Triethylborane [TEB] as the most dangerous material, one step below fissionable nuclear material,’ Former SR-71 Blackbird pilot David Peters.

Taken by Stuart Freer at RAF Mildenhall in 1986, the impressive photo in this post features an SR-71 Blackbird Mach 3 spy plane creating spectacular fireballs while performing at the Air Fete Air Show.

Former Blackbird RSO, Lt. Col. Doug Soifer, recalls in Richard H. Graham’s book SR-71 Revealed The Inside Story.

‘During that pass, we [Soifer and Mike Smith, the pilot] had “13 fireballs” come out of the plane’s exhaust. It looked beautiful, and people wanted to know if it could be done again. They used the picture of us with the flames coming out for the next year’s Air Fete poster. Mike and I became known as the “Fireball Twins.” The maintenance people figured it was the TEB [triethylborane] shooting out of its container and igniting the JP-7. With that start, we had an exciting six weeks in England.’

The SR-71 burned JP-7 fuel. A one-of-a-kind fuel that used an additive to raise its flash point so the fuel would not break down at extreme temperatures

The high flashpoint brings up another problem. Most jet engines use igniter plugs, nothing more than a hot spark plug. Using these igniter plugs they used with the JP-7 and drowns it out, it won’t ignite. Kelly [Johnson] put his engineers to work, and he said, ‘OK, gentlemen, how are we going to start this?’ They came up with a very unique way. Triethylborane – TEB for short. Each engine has a one-and-a-quarter pint. If I had it in a squirt gun and squirted it into the atmosphere, it would go Kaboom! – it explodes with contact with the atmosphere. And that’s how we started the engines. As the engines rotate, at the right time, it spray this amount of TEB into the turbine section, which goes kaboom, which in turn lights the engine. When you take the throttles up into the afterburner, it puts this metered amount of TEB in that lights up the JP-7. You get 16 shots for each engine.’ As far as I know, no pilot ran out of TEB on a flight, but during a long flight (12 hours ), they came close; if anyone knows of a story of when they ran out of TEB, please let me know.

Also, there was a way that my experts told me to ignite the fuel by using something other than TEB in the SR 71. Can anyone fill me in on what that was?

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

[thewhiskersonkittens]

If Charlie had been in Top Gun Maverick

So I don't have very many complaints about Top Gun Maverick (because it was awesome!) But one tiny little thing. I kind of wish Kelly McGillis had a cameo role or at very least a mention of her character Charlie. I don't believe they would be still together after 30+ years but I can see them becoming the "amicable exes" trope.

I picture present day Maverick on his computer late at night but his mind is wandering. He knows his friend Iceman is dying. He knows his career as a Navy pilot is coming to a end. He's worried about the upcoming mission. He's worried about all the young pilots, especially Rooster. And then a *ding* notification sound chimes and he looks and sees someone is trying to video chat with him. Maverick clicks on it and there is Charlie's smiling face.

"Hey, stud, how are you? " Charlie would tease.

She's definitely older now but still beautiful.

Maverick flashes his million dollar grin.

"Charlie. It's been...awhile."

They catch up and reminisce for a minute. Maybe some brief explanation is given as to what happened to their relationship in the time gap. Charlie took the job in D.C., retired highly respected in her field. Maybe she's married and has kids now. Or maybe even is a grandma by now? Maverick fills her in on his life. He's still in the Navy. His career is stalled at a Captain ("a highly decorated Captain" thank you very much!) He says he knows it looks bad at his age but it doesn't bother him because it keeps him right where he wants to be: flying.

"They still keeping you around after all your crazy stunts?" Charlie asks. "See, I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were going Mach 2 with your hair on fire!"

Maverick smiles. "Actually, I just recently went beyond Mach 10."

Charlie shakes her head but she's laughing.

"Still the same old Maverick."

She can tell something deeper is on his mind. Something is bothering him. He tells her about Iceman and how he's nearing his final days. He tells her how the Navy is forcing him out. To them, he's become an old relic from the past. He can't tell her much about this new mission he's training the young pilots for.

"Well, I could, but then I'd have to kill you." He says with a wink.

She playfully rolls her eyes.

But he tells her, in a nutshell, it's basically like a suicide mission and he's doing his damnest to bring all these kids home alive. He says one of the kids is the late Goose's son, Bradley, a.k.a. "Rooster".

Charlie nods, understanding. She remembers Bradley as a little boy. Sitting on the piano with his little cowboy hat, watching his Daddy Goose sing to him.

"God, I used to hold that boy in my arms, Charlie." Maverick says. "I used to hold him like he was my own. And now...God. If only Goose could see him now. See the man his son has become."

His voice is starting to crack and he quickly clears his throat.

"I still think about those days at TOPGUN, Charlie. I think about Goose, I think about Ice, I think about you. I think about all of it."

Maverick pauses and then continues:

"Sometimes it all seems just like yesterday. And other times it feels like a lifetime ago. I don't know if I'm happy or sad looking back. I don't know what to feel? I don't know what to do?"

Charlie listens.

"Let it go, Pete." She says, gently, unknowingly echoing Iceman's words.

"That's all you can do. It's OK to visit the past but you can't live there. As for Bradley and the other pilots, they couldn't be in better hands. You'll get them back home. I know you will. You just have to believe it, too."

Maverick agrees. They end the call after telling each other to take care. ❤

[bogusavathepit]

Congratulations to the Mates Couple!

May they have eternity together. Or whatever.

[leeeovitate]

And I got issues we can fight about all night I did this all for you Look what I turned into She looked dead in my eyes and she saw nothing inside I'm running low on serotonin in these empty moments I'm having trouble operating without my main component

Machine Gun Kelly, Nothing Inside

[swiss-cheeze]

Me? Watching The Dirt for what feels like the millionth time and saying every word because I know most of it off by heart?

More likely then you’d think

[gofuck-urslf]

[marbledaesthetics]

EST19XX MASTERLIST

**this is all my original work, if you find any of my work being reposted, please let me know! I only post here and on AO3 under the same url**

Colson

ONESHOTS

At Your Back and By Your Side

reader insert, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, 3.9k

you show up on colson’s doorstep in the middle of the night. he takes care of you and helps you start to process what has happened to you.

warnings: anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of a violent sexual assault

BLURBS

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Rook

ONESHOTS

From Bathroom Mirrors

reader insert, fluff, 2.3k

you and rook do the quarantine date trend for your first anniversary

warnings: swearing, brief sexual references (female receiving oral), cringey fluff because i can’t write

Duty Calls

reader insert, fluff, 1.1k

rook and your daughter make pancakes

warnings: none

[crimson-lilly]

~ Machine Gun Kelly Icons & Headers~

like/rt or credit Crimsonlilly on Twitter if you use. <3

Click on the headers for quality!

[cloudywithachanceofcrazy]

if anyone was wondering my absolute favorite past time is destroying my hearing for the sake of drowning out my brain. constantly switching my headphones from my phone to my computer and back again even if i’m just going to go make a cup of tea which takes 30 seconds because, can’t be letting the flood gates to thoughts open. that is a dangerous game. 

[tothestarsandbackmoved]

on that note .. what tf kinda name is mach*ine gun kelly

[usafphantom2]

The NTSB lists Triethylborane [TEB] as the following most dangerous material, one step below fissionable nuclear material,’ Former SR-71 Blackbird pilot David Peters.

Taken by Stuart Freer at RAF Mildenhall in 1986, the impressive photo in this post features an SR-71 Blackbird Mach 3 spy plane creating spectacular fireballs while performing at Air Fete Air Show.

Former Blackbird RSO, Lt. Col. Doug Soifer recalls in Richard H. Graham’s book SR-71 Revealed The Inside Story.

‘During that pass we [Soifer and Mike Smith, the pilot] had “13 fireballs” come out of the plane’s exhaust. It looked beautiful, and people wanted to know if it could be done again. They used the picture of us with the flames coming out for the next year’s Air Fete poster. Mike and I became known as the “Fireball Twins.” The maintenance people figured it was the TEB [triethylborane] shooting out of its container and igniting the JP-7. With that start, we had an exciting six weeks in England.’

The SR-71 burned JP-7 fuel. A one-of-a-kind fuel that used an additive to raise its flash point so the fuel would not break down at extreme temperatures The high flashpoint brings up another problem. Most jet engines use igniter plugs, nothing more than a very hot spark plug, if you will. Using these igniter plugs they used with the JP-7 and just drowns it out, it won’t ignite. Kelly [Johnson] put his engineers to work, and he said, ‘OK, gentlemen, how are we going to start this?’ They came up with a very unique way. Triethylborane – TEB for short. Each engine has a one-and-a-quarter pint. If I had it in a squirt gun and I squirted it into the atmosphere, it would go Kaboom! – it explodes with contact with the atmosphere. And that’s how we started the engines. As the engines rotate, at the right time, it sprays this amount of TEB into the turbine section, which goes kaboom, which in turn lights the engine. When you take the throttles up into the afterburner, it puts this metered amount of TEB in that lights up the JP-7. You get 16 shots for each engine Mounted on each engine was a sealed tank, inerted with nitrogen gas and filled by maintenance with 600cc of TEB prior to each flight.

Former SR-71 Blackbird pilot David Peters explains: ‘An interesting note to this is the transport of it. If we landed away, servicing had to be hauled to our location. The NTSB lists TEB as the following most dangerous material, one step below fissionable nuclear material. The folks that handled this stuff were highly trained and good.’

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Page Habubrats for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

Photo credit: Stuart Freer

Written by Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

[robertmatejcek]

Flight - mixed media collage - robert matejcek - 2020

Charlie Blackwood: "You're not going to be happy unless you're going mach two with your hair on fire."

- Kelly McGillis - Top Gun

tags:

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs “Thunderhawk”

Ok guys, I am finally back with a story and let me tell you, I had to do a lot of research to finally realize my cool idea isn’t scientifically freezable without some tweaking, making up new technology, and artistic licence. I had to do way more math for this than I wanted, so forgive me for any inaccuracies, I did my best, and I only had google to consult, so I hope you like it. 

Irus, home planet to the Rundi (the oldest race known to the universe, pinnacle of the law, and seat to the Galactic Assembly. It had survived billions of years in the light of a distant star sibling to 11 other planets revolving about its singularity. In those years of its existence, and the comparably short time in which the Rundi had ruled their solar system, they had set up hundreds and thousands of defense outposts manned by a constantly rotating batch of mechanics and engineers tasked with maintaining the vast defense nexus that kept their planet safe. If it weren’t for the Rundi, their planet would have been obliterated thousands of years ago as their solar system was in a slow binary rotation with another galactic anomaly constantly spitting rocks towards them at odd thousand year intervals.

Some of the nexus stations had been due for repairs for hundreds of years, kept at a constant state of near disrepair on behalf of the Rundi’s legendary and infuriating bureaucracy. Sure, you could blame the council for its foresight, or the engineers, but who could really blame them. Peaceful times made the watchers lax in their duties.

Someone was not manning their post that day. Sure, no one had needed to man that post in the last thousand years, but it didn’t matter. It was never determined who exactly it was that had shirked their duty that day and it was a freak coincidence that at this time, and at this place it was to happen…. Where that entire splinter of the nexus was obliterated in a single explosion unheralded by the proximity alerts that should have been put into place, and unhindered by the rail guns that should have ended the problem before it began.

When they were to know, they knew to late noticed only by armature star gazers, who, unlike their more professional counterparts, had their eyes turned to things close at hand. Even then, by the time the news reached the Assembly, it was far too late. They would have detached another splinter of the nexus and brought it to cross paths with the object, but as it was, a detachment would not have arrive in time. Perhaps they should have kept splinters of the nexus closer at hand for just such emergencies, but again, hindsight is 20/20.

As the center of galactic law, there were many visiting delegations from other planets, cargo ships, and auxiliary soldiers, but none of them were willing to stay long. As soon as they were alerted all delegations, representatives and friends of the council fled to their ships returning to the stars with all due haste. For a long moment the atmosphere was crowded with their panic as “Friends of the council” Fled leaving them to their inevitable fate on the face of the doomed planet. The airfields were silent and deserted.

Mass panic, overtook cities as thousands of civilians thronged their way towards any available civilian transport off planet. Crowds thronged ships, backed up onramps stuffed themselves inside until the ship was grounded due to sheer weight, and an inability to fly without the possibility of mass casualties. Rundi bureaucracy broke down as panic took over. And due to that panic thousands more were slated to die.

***

A team of soldiers quickly escorted the UN representative from the building. Captain Kelly was forced to shout over the roar of the engines, “Don’t worry Madam. President, we will have you out and into warp back to Earth long before the asteroid hits, though I daresay you have remained here far longer than I would have liked.”

The chairwoman of the Galactic assembly followed behind them at a dejected pace staring with a pained expression up into the sky as the last of the ships began takeoff. The humans were the last of the alien delegations to remain on planet, but the enterprise was already fueled and ready for takeoff. From where it sat on the staging ground, engines roaring, it rose above the sound of mass panic happening on all sides, but despite this, the human ship remained otherwise uncrowded as soldiers nervously patrolled its perimeter.

The President turned her head back towards the chairwoman an expression of clear agony on her face like none of the other delegates had yet to show, “But there must be something we can do… the ship has rail guns doesn’t it?”

“Yes, but we barely have enough time for takeoff and even less time to prepare the rail guns.” A hand was placed on her shoulder, “We cannot ask thousands of people to give up their lives like this.”

The chairwoman had to agree, the humans had done what they could. Their concern far outweighed that of the other delegates, and they had offered to take as many civilians aboard as they could in a certain amount of time trusting their abilities to control the scared throng.

It had almost failed, but they had done what they could, and now there was nothing more.

“But we aren’t doing nothing.” Captain Kelly responded as President turned as if in question. However, a firm had shoved her aboard the ship and turned to look at the Chairwoman motioning her after. But, Rundi shook her head slowly and sadly, “I cannot in good conscience leave my people as they die while I flee….. it was a pleasure….”

The Captain of the ship shook her head sadly before, “If it means anything, we leave you with one last hope.”  The chairwoman stood at the base of the ramp in confusion as the humans disappeared inside. She stepped back away from the ship just in time to see a line of soldiers march onto the grounds outside the ship. She stepped closer to see what was going on.

“You men are the last hope for this planet.” On closer inspection, she saw that all the humans were wearing the same tinted green spacesuits and grey helmets tucked under their arms, “No one is asking you to throw away your lives. You can board the ship right now, and no one will judge you. We are ASKING for volunteers. You will NOT be ordered to do this.” She watched in hopeless silence as the men stayed quiet. Behind them a row of strange human warships were being rolled down the line.

Silence.

The ma sighed, “Very well, on the ship, the lot of you.”

And that’s when she knew it was hopeless, not even the humans were willing to try it.

“WAIT…..” She turned at that moment shocked the voice was not coming from the line of men. From the top of the ramp, a light-haired figure bounded scrabbling with one of the grey helmets as he adjusted the suit around his chest. He tripped towards the bottom of the ramp, but the older human caught him, “Ada- Lieutenant.” The man said voice strained in a way she had never heard a human strain before, “Get your ass back on that ship.”

The young human shook his head, “No sir,” His voice cracked, “I have to….. I can’t let all these people die.”

The older human pulled the young man tight to his chest growling, “You stupid boy.” He pulled back, “I can’t ask you to do that. I promised your old man I wouldn’t let you die.”

“But you’re ok letting them die?” He wondered motioning to the other pilots, “No, sir, you asked for volunteers and…. And I’m volunteering.”

“You’ve never flown an active mission in your career son, this is suicide.”

***

What had he done? Inside the cockpit of the jet Lieutenant Vir sat slowly accelerating the thrusters gaining altitude after takeoff followed by only two other pilots. Three pilots in all. He took a deep breath slowing his shaking hands on the controls. All he could hear was his own breathing inside the mask as the ground receded below him. He closed his eyes for only a moment wondering about his mother, his father, his brothers. The F-16k’s computer sent a nerve impulse up his hand reminding him to stay focused as he opened his eyes.

His hands were sweating horribly. He slowly brought the jet upwards accelerating at appropriate speed. The F16k (Thunderhawk) was the first and only piloted jet capable of reaching escape velocity. It was expensive, it was rare and it was a terror to fly.

He had only ever done it in simulations.

It had your standard jet engine on it of course, but utilized psudofusion technology in order to reach the appropriate mach 33 or 33 times the speed of sound. He could feel his suit slowly constricting around his legs as his acceleration brought the Gs upwards. The small crafts accelerated much faster than the larger ship cutting the 15 minute breach time down to ten. He gritted his teeth against the acceleration and the rattling. The voice of the veteran pilots rang in his ears as they moved upwards in formation.

“Keep it together kid, you’re drifting.” One of the pilots commented, and he pulled her back on course doing his best to focus.

He was terrified.

Below them, thousands of stranded alien civilians watched their ascent, counting on them….. their last hope.

Why was it now that he suddenly needed to pee?

He was expected to save the world, and instead of being all cool and macho like he wanted, he was a terrified sweaty kid who was probably going to piss himself before this was over…. That wasn’t really how he pictured going out, and if he died they were going to find out that he had ruined a 50 million dollar space suit because he couldn’t control his bladder.

He would rather crash into the massive deadly space rock.

Inside the cockpit of his aircraft, he could almost imagine the roaring sound of his engine. At mach 33 they would be leaving behind them a wave of sonic thunder. He could see the curvature of the planet now, mostly green, and some dusty brown only a few specs of blue here and there. He gritted his teeth against the rattling as the sky above faded form light blue to dark blue, and then to black. With the pedals at his feet, he rotated the secondary maneuvering engines for their functioning. He could see the rock clearly now. It was a tiny, far off speck trailing a wash of dust behind it. Calculations said it was about 6 miles wide, and that was big (Big enough to cause a mass extinction event and kill almost everyone planteside) odd, how it looked so small from here. At six miles wide it was no puny thing, but in the vastness of space it might as well have been a speck of dust.  

Looking out at the dark expanse of space, he felt his heart leap into his throat. Sweat poured down his back now eyes wide knuckles white. A simple sheet of acrylic between him and absolutely nothing. He felt himself growing dizzy, but bit it back as another impulse was shot through his fingertips.

“Priming missiles.” He announced into his mike stoking a thumb down the side of the joystick to trigger the release catch. He could both hear and feel the metallic ca-chunk as the 16 megaton bunker-busting nuclear warhead dropped from the ordinance bay of the ship. The calculations said it would take about 48 megatons to pulverize the space rock into dust, and though their weaponry had come a long way since the birth of the nuclear bomb, it was determined it would take at least three thunderhawks to carry enough ordinance to take it out.

“Synchronizing targeting systems.” He ordered engaging another button on the left side of his lefthand joystick. Now this was the dangerous part; If they missed, they were done for, but they couldn’t just get close, they would want to stay as far away from the blast as was humanly possible, and that meant targeting the rock early on before it got any closer, and before they were unable to escape the blast radius, and that meant using Neuro-targeting. Controlled completely by the brain it relied solely on the focus of the pilot to target a system and fire. Any break in concentration could send the missile rocketing in the wrong direction, which is why it wasn’t a widely used piece of technology. He would have had one of the more experienced pilots do it, problem was, he was the only one trained on the system.

“Systems synchronized.” The other pilots said through the line. He could hear their gritted teeth over the com as he engaged the targeting protocol.

The neuro net was blisteringly cold as it suctioned to his skin pulling tight against the muscles at the base of his skull. The restraints constricted tight around him as the small probe pierced his skin. A whimper broke through his lips at the pain, but suddenly, the display before his eyes lit up, not on his visor, but on his EYES, altitude lines, gravity curves, orbital paths all laid out before him on the surface o his iris.

With some difficulty he swept all that away thinking hard about the targeting system to pull it up.

“Please kid, focus.” One of the pilots begged. He ignored the man taking a slow, deep breath and allowing his body to relax.

Targeting System Engaged.

He barely felt his hands on the joysticks, barely noticed the other planes flying at his back, barely noticed the three circling moons winding around at a distance, barely noticed the enterprise as it broke atmosphere and roared in the opposite direction. Inside, he felt nothing, saw nothing but the rock looming in his vision in the vastness of space.

Target Lock.

He clenched a fist slowly.

Fire.

All at once 3 16 megaton nuclear warheads detached from the underside of the thunderhawks rocketing off into space in a tight triangular formation. Pieces of missile dropped off as they closed together rotating slowly around to attach themselves to the point missile turning 16 megatons into 48 megatons in a matter of seconds.

As soon as the missiles dropped, the lieutenant dropped the targeting systems reversed the forward engines, and rolled the jet around in a loop so tight the edges of his vision went black, and the suit around his legs squeezed till he felt like he was going to pop open.  As soon as he was facing the other direction, he hit the throttle, and accelerated as fast as was advisable slamming himself back into his seat as the weight of the Gs thrust hi backwards. Engaging the fusion engine, he accelerated as fast as he could manage till near blackout. Mach 97.75 nearly 75,000 miles per hour, manually. If he hit anything at all going this speed, he would be obliterated.

In the minute it took the missile to hit he made it around 1,250 miles. With his visor engaged, he was still nearly blinded by the blast of light unhindered by atmosphere or other obstructions. He didn’t feel shock wave, and if there was EMP, the faraday cage composing the inner cockpit left him unaffected. He reduced his speed for fear of crashing, and when he could see again, he found that he had passed the planet by. He took his jet in a wide circle to examine the blast. Nothing was left now but a massive hunk of expanding dust and particles.

His heart hammered in his throat.

Cheering from the other pilots rose in his ears. He would have cried out of sheer relief if he wasn’t too stunned to do so.

And if that weren’t for the debris of fist sized rocks hurtling towards them at unwarranted speeds.

***

The three human aircraft roared into the atmosphere with the power of rolling thunder trailed by a massive meteor shower as, what was left of the rock, burned up it atmosphere. Lights dotted the sky as the three tiny jets approached. From the ground, they came into view long before the sound of their engines did. They dropped low in a triangular formation, powerful manual weapons roaring over the crowd with a crack of thunder as they broke the sound barrier using jet engines, hardly comparable to the speeds they had been traveling before. But even that seemed to be drowned out by the relief of the crowd below.

Video of the blast traveled across the galaxy at speeds that made the jets look slow. The humans of earth couldn’t have been more proud….. and one human in particular, never so proud in her life, but very much inclined to smack the boy when he came home for putting himself in danger like that.

But she supposed she could forgive him if it meant saving the world

[lifeisabouttogetstranger]

Ok, I’ll play!

rules: answer 21 questions & tag 21 people you want to get to know better!

tagged by: @caffeinatedenby

• nickname?

Online: Poison, Arcane, Valhellion, Real life: V

• real name?

Rose (middle name)

• zodiac?

Aries!

• favorite musicians or groups?

Oh jeeze how could you make me do this? Mostly fav bands though are Guns N Roses, Metallica, Alice Cooper, Cradle of Filth, Linkin Park, Slipknot. Just look basically anything even remotely, Rock or Metal, but also Dance, House, Drum n Bass, some Pop. My musical tastes are varied and eclectic. Anything from Classical to the darkest kind of Metal and almost everything in between really.

• favorite sports team?

I don’t do sports anymore, not since I was a teen. So none sorry.

• other blogs?

A GreedFall/Fallout/DragonAge/other similar type games side blog, a Simming side blog and a not yet ever used All For The Game side blog. (I’ll hand out the urls if anyone actually wants em.)

• do I get asks?

Not really. Once in a blue moon though someone lights up my world with randomness and I appreciate it!

• how many blogs do i follow?

Oh jeeze uh like 89. Art, Sims, Gaming, LIS2 (of course) I should try to follow more awesome people though. Sorry about that!

• tumblr crushes?

Nope. Am old and stuff, I just appreciate my people but not like that.

• lucky numbers?

Uh... Idk don’t have any.

• what am i wearing?

Black jeans and a skeleton unicorn hoody.

• dream vacation?

Egypt! Oh please somebody take me there, I’ve been obsessed since I was a kid!

• dream car?

Oh man uh there’s a couple to be honest. Basically just Classic Muscle cars of any kind but especially  1967 Shelby GT 500 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1 428 Cobra Jet 1970 Dodge Charger R/T Hemi 1970 Ford Mustang Boss 302 or  1970 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am

• favourite food?

Pizza! and Prawns! Prawns on pizza, even better. Just gimme.

• drink of choice?

Water. I know boring but I was raised that if you were thirsty, it was water or a dry throat. We occasionally had some juice though as a treat.

• instruments?

The triangle! No but for serious I can’t play anything but video games for jack.

• languages?

English. That’s currently it. Hoping to change that though!

• celebrity crushes?

Kelly Brook.

• random facts?

Female car mechanic. Horror, Slasher and Gore movies are my thing. Hate hate HATE Clowns, just I will scream, punch and then run. Just don’t, keep those things away from me. Bull Breed dogs are my life and will always hold my heart! Esp Staffs, Am Staffs and Pitties. I won’t tag anyone but hey you wanna do this stuff, do it! I wanna know about you all!

[swiss-cheeze]

Flirtatious || Colson Baker || Part 2

Request from: @keepcalm-and-beyou

Warnings: drugs, reader being drugged, alcohol intake, bad Pete uh, I think that’s it

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to make??? I’ve been caught up with some unusual school work and stuff. I had to tweak the end a little but the majority of the fic is everything you asked. Hope you enjoy! Also, ‘Davie’ is Pete Pfftt.

Part one: https://snitchthewitch.tumblr.com/post/185035824340/request-from-keepcalm-and-beyou-warnings-drug

———

It had been about a month or two since the incident at Colsons birthday and Pete’s drunk talk, since then everything had been okay but Pete had still kept up his flirting with (Y/n) which Colson was really hating, he had told Pete off because of it BECAUSE he made (Y/n) have an allergic reaction, and now he doesn’t stop anything could happen! When the party had finished and everyone had ACTUALLY gone home, Colson got (Y/n) home safely and when the pair felt good to talk about it, Colson told (Y/n) what had happened; the girl couldn’t remember due to the Epipen work AS WELL AS the drinks she had had, it wasn’t enough to get her shitfaced but was enough to get her a little fucked.

Which leads us to now.

---

“I just don’t get why you have to be so protective over your best friend” (Y/n) said as she chopped a banana, Colson was leaning against the counter opposite her.

“Because! He shouldn’t be flirting with you the way he was” the rapper threw his hands in the air, “IS”

“He was being FRIENDLY!” (Y/n) yelled, the girl turned to face Colson and waved the knife around a little.

“Don’t come at me with that knife!” Colson was quick to keep his distance AND his eye on the knife, (Y/n) turned back to the banana, she picked up the chopping board and slid the sliced banana into the blender before placing everything down and turning back to the fridge.

“You’re being so sensitive about nothing!” (Y/n) said quickly as the girl put in some chocolate sauce into the blender, coating the banana slices and the milk that was already in the glass.

“I’m not being sensitive I’m trying to…” Colson paused, “I don’t like him flirting with you the way he does and that’s final!” the rapper said quickly before walking out of the room, (Y/n) was quick to follow, forgetting about her smoothie immediately.

“No, what the hell were you going to say Colson!?” (Y/n) said sternly, the rapper sat on the couch and sighed.

“Nothing babe, just don’t worry” Colson mumbled, he started rolling a joint making (Y/n) sigh.

“And there you go, pushing everything aside like it’s my fault and rolling a fucking joint!” (Y/n) said annoyed as she walked back to the kitchen, she started the blender.

“I’m not pushing everything to the side babe!” Colson said, he quickly discarded the joint carefully and walked after the girl, “I just…I just want to relax right now, the studio is pushing me hard with this next album and we’re deciding on tour dates and places”

“Okay, so what the fuck does that have to do with me and Pete being friends huh?” (Y/n) asked as she turned off the blender and faced Colson.

“Nothing! I’m just telling you-“

“NO, YOU’RE NOT!” (Y/n) quickly yelled, “You are making excuses because you don’t like how friendly I and Pete are together versus you two together, so what if we flirt? I’m not fucking him, I’m not kissing him, and I’m not jerking him off behind the fucking tour bus!”

“Is that some sort of secrete code telling me you have then?!” Colson shot back, that bit (Y/n) hard, the girl blew a sigh through her nose and stared at Colson through slit eyes.

“Fuck you Colson” the girl said, she moved past him to the coat rack and started grabbing her bag, keys, phone and other things she may have needed.

“Babe stop” Colson said, the man came and tried to stop (Y/n) but all he got was a death glare.

“No Colson, if you don’t trust my goddamn words then I don’t want to be here right now; I have never kissed Pete, I have never fucked Pete, I have NEVER, and will NEVER, jerk him off. Period” the girl started walking to the door, “I’ll stay at a motel or some shit tonight, but don’t come after me” (Y/n) said, venomously, the girl wrenched the front door open before slamming it shut behind her. Colson stood still as he heard the car start, back out from the driveway and glide down the road, there wasn’t a tire screech or any revving. It was quiet for a moment before the soft padding of feet from Cassie.

“I heard yelling…” Cassie mumbled, Colson turned to the girl and sighed softly at her.

“(Y/n) and I were just having a disagreement is all baby girl” Colson said, the rapper walked to Cassie and bent down to her height, “she should be back by tomorrow and things will be okay” Colson said, he smiled to the girl in front of him who only nodded.

“I hope she’s safe” Cassie said softly.

“I’m sure she is baby” Colson said with a strained smile.

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To Davie

Colson and I had a fight, can I come over?

From Davie

Of course love! I’m at party right now but I’ll send you the location x

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(Y/n) sighed softly as she placed her phone in her pocket and hopped out the car, loud music boomed from inside the building as lights flickered around in the windows, the bouncer gave the girl a nod seemingly knowing her already and opened the door, Pete must have tipped him. Walking into the room someone handed (Y/n) a shot glass of green liquid which she downed quickly before walking to the bar and ordering a strong shot of vodka and rum and coke just as Pete clapped her on the shoulders.

“YOU MADE IT!” Pete yelled into (Y/n)’s ear, the girl jumped before laughing and downing the shot of vodka.

“Yes, yes I made it” (Y/n) said, she grabbed her rum and coke and turned around to face Pete.

“JOIN ME ON THE BALCONY?” Pete yelled over the music, (Y/n) didn’t trust her voice and simply nodded, Pete slipped his hand into hers and guided her through the thick crowd, swamped and sticky bodies, cigarette smoke and vape. The cold night air engulfed her happily as the pair came out to the balcony; a few other people where outside chatting or having a quiet moment to themselves, “so” Pete said as he sat on one of the couches and beckoned (Y/n) to sit down with him by patting the seat next to him, (Y/n) sat down, “what happened between you and Colson?” he asked, (Y/n) sighed softly as she sipped her drink.

“We just…” she paused, “he didn’t like how ‘friendly’ you and I are and how we flirt and everything, we had this big fight and I walked out…” (Y/n) paused as she started to anxiously play with a loose thread of her clothing.

“Okay, but why doesn’t he like that though? He did talk to me about it but obviously I didn’t do much to ‘tone it down’ I guess” Pete said, (Y/n) chuckled softly as she kept sipping her drink.

“I didn’t know Colson talked to you about it” (Y/n) said softly.

“Yeah, after your allergy scare he told me to at least tone it down because it was starting to get out of hand or something” Pete said and shrugged, he took a mouthful of his drink before an idea popped into his head, “do you wanna try something?” he asked, “you can totally say no if you want”

“Depends on what it is really” (Y/n) said with a shrug, as she looked at Pete.

“Do you wanna try an acid trip?” Pete asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Oh” (Y/n) stuttered, her mouth opened and closed like a gaping fish out of water, “I don’t...I don’t do drugs Pete” (Y/n) said sceptically.

“It’s totally okay!” Pete said quickly, “I’ll make sure you stay in the building and are okay, we can get you drunk first if you prefer!”

“N-no, I think I should go Pete, Colson is probably worried” (Y/n) said quickly, the girl stood up and started walking away before Pete grabbed her wrist softly.

“Come on, try something new, Colson is back at home and you’re here now, you’re at a safe place with me!” Pete said with a grin, “Just try it, a tiny bit”

“I don’t know…” (Y/n) sighed softly, she looked to the ground, it wasn’t a good thing if your friends pressured you into drugs and stuff, wasn’t it?

“C’mon baby” Pete mumbled, the boy stood close to (Y/n) and threaded his fingers through her hair softly before placing two fingers under her chin, “live a little for tonight” Pete whispered, the boy started leaning in, (Y/n) doing the same. Friends where meant to be there for you right? Be by your side when you needed them most, be a shoulder to cry on when things went upside down. Be there for a hug or for advice when you needed some or even just be there for a laugh, for photos and stupid shit like that.

So why would a friend like Pete not tell (Y/n) he already had an acid paper on his tongue from when she turned her back? Their lips meshed together in a beautiful kiss, Pete slipped his tongue over (Y/n)’s bottom lip which the girl happily obliged to by opening her mouth and letting Petes tongue glide over hers. Pete wrapped his arms around (Y/n)’s waist as the girl wrapped her arms around Petes neck, one hand rest against the junction of his neck and collarbone while the other played with the hair on the back of Petes head; a soft moan came from (Y/n) as Petes hands glided down to her behind and groped what he could. After a few moments the pair separated but kept their foreheads pressed together.

“I love you so much (Y/n), I always have since the day I first met you, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to this day” Pete said softly. (Y/n) chocked slightly at the boys words but covered it with a strained smile; did she really love Pete or was it just the strong alcohol and her low tolerance for the drink?

“I think im gonna get another drink” (Y/n) mumbled softly, the girl quickly walked away before Pete could follow her as she slipped into the crowd of moving and sweaty bodies. Loud lights and bright music. Wait what? Holding (Y/n)’s head as she walked she licked her dry lips and wiped her sweaty forehead, I was just outside I can’t be sweating the girl thought, by the time the girl got to the bar things started to turn to the worst. Holding her weight against the counter top (Y/n) was about to ask for a glass of water before the back wall of the bar suddenly looked a mile away, the rum and coke she had dropped to the floor with a clang as the girl held her head, everything started spinning as the music boomed against her ears. Things started melting around her, literally melting.

“Baby girl~” a voice drained through (Y/n)’s ears, “(Y/N)!” it yelled, the girl flinched at the voice, she started walking to the front doors of the building, pushing the heavy doors open a burst of wind came through as (Y/n) leant against the outside wall for support. Her head pounded and her vision was blurry as everything that was close seemed far and far seemed close; this wasn’t good.

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To My Hubby❤️, 11:43 PM

Babe, ido nt feeeeeel guuf

From My Hubby❤️, 11:43 PM

Babe? I’ve been so worried, what’s wrong?

To My Hubby❤️, 11:44 PM

Don’t frll gosh, um t hatt blok wih reeeeedd piant oytfent

From My Hubby❤️, 11:45 PM

I’m coming babe, stay outside and I’ll pick you up

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Taking in deep breaths of the cold air (Y/n) tried to cover her mouth as her stomach started doing summersaults, and before she knew it (Y/n) was bending forward and emptying the contents of her stomach. Sirens resounded in her ears as child’s giggling went in the other, (Y/n) sat against the brick wall as she felt her heart pounding in her ears and the contrast of the road in front of her brighten suddenly. While a bright light seemed to shine through her eyelids everything went black.

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Dabbing at (Y/n)’s forehead with a wet cloth Colson sighed softly, having to pick up your blacked out girlfriend off the side of the road was not something he ever wanted to happen. He hadn’t gotten the story of why her messages where almost unreadable nor of why she was at the side of a building passed out, he would just have to wait until the girl woke up. After the fight, and (Y/n) walking out, Colson was scared shitless, he didn’t want anything to happen to the girl without him there to help her or even just be there with her.

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It was almost a full day until (Y/n) actually woke up. A soft tired moan came from the girl, everything felt heavy; her eyelids heavy with sleep, her muscles heavy with jelly, her throat heavy from no water and clogged. Everything felt gross. A few moments passed before (Y/n) finally licked her dry lips (with a dry tongue) and picked up her arm and rubbed her eyes, bits of eye sleep rubbed off her eyelash’s as her other arm finally came up to rub the other one. With a soft groan the girl slowly sat up on her elbows to her palms and slowly opened her eyes to look around, everything was normal; nothing was melting, there was no voices, no blinding lights or child’s laughter. (Y/n) slowly got off the soft and warm bed and trudged her way into the bathroom. To say she got a scare when she looked in the mirror was an understatement. She didn’t scream, but she sure as well stopped breathing for a good thirty seconds; her makeup was all over her face, mascara somehow on her cheek and the lip tint she wore was smudged all around her lips as black eye bags laid heavy under her eyes. (Y/n)’s hair was matted and tied together in the worst way possible; to call it a birds nest was a compliment. Bringing a hand up she tried threading her fingers through her hair but couldn’t get anything; she needed a shower and fast, she stunk, felt gross, was so hungry and looked like a banshee that went out into town for the night. Turning on the hot water, and the fan in the ceiling, smoke billowed through the small room and fogged up the mirror pretty quickly as (Y/n) started fiddling with both the hot and cold taps and eventually got her clothes off and jumped into the warm water. Immediately the girl felt her muscles relax as her hair stuck to her head and the water dropped over her shoulders and down onto her body and then onto the floor, into the drain and the cycle started again. (Y/n) didn’t move from under the water for a good few minutes, just letting the warmness engulf her and make her feel welcomed, that was until she heard the bathroom door open and close and the clink of a belt being taken off and put to the floor carefully before the curtain of the shower opened and Colson stepped in.

“You look like that girl from The Ring” Colson said with a chuckle, (Y/n)’s hair cascaded down her face from the force of the water as her head hung down completely, the girl brought her arms up in a clawing awkward movement as she tried to imitate the girl from The Ring. Colson laughed at her lazy effort as the girls arms moved back to her sides and she stood still for a moment.

“I regret to inform you I’m sorry about last night” (Y/n) said softly as she lifted her head slowly and moved her hair from her face to finally look at Colson; the man had eye bags just as bad as hers and he looked a little paler than normal. Colson smiled softly as he brought his hand to (Y/n)’s face and cupped her jaw as he moved forward carefully and almost became flushed with her body; but he still kept a little distance between their bodies in case the girl took a swing.

“It’s okay baby, I’m sorry for being so stuck up, and for not coming after you when you left” Colson said, (Y/n) smiled softly as her hands went to the tattooed mans naked waist.

“I forgive you” the girl whispered.

“I forgive you too” Colson whispered back, his blue hues drifted to the girls lips before leaning down carefully and capturing (Y/n)’s in a tender kiss; soft, elegant, loving, passionate and oh so right. The girl kissed back softly as her arms wrapped around the rappers waist.

“Want to wash me?” (Y/n) asked as she broke the kiss, the rapper gave a beautiful grin and nodded as he grabbed the shampoo and got to work. (Y/n) also grabbed some shampoo and started doing Colsons hair while Colson did her own, the pair smiled widely as they faced each other and tried to do their jobs the best they could without getting anything in their eyes.

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45 minutes soon passed and both Colson and (Y/n) had their hair washed, bodies cleaned and teeth brushed as they sat down in the loungeroom and cuddled as they watched The Princess Bride.

“Do you remember anything from last night? After the fight I mean” Colson asked as (Y/n) laid on top of the boy, her head resting on his chest as Westley and Buttercup walked out of the Fire Swamp alive, “Pete rung me when you were asleep…” Colson paused, “told me what happened. Jus’ wanna know what you remember” Colson said softly so as to not sound as if he was annoyed or angry; in fact he was far from their of those two and was mainly concerned for his girl.

“Well” (Y/n) began, “when I left I messaged Pete, he said he was at a party but I could still come if I wanted, I was pretty pissed so I just wanted to get away so I went. I ordered a shot and a drink I think before Pete found me and we walked to the balcony.” The girl paused as a confused look overtook her face, “I told him about what happened, he told me that you talked to him about toning his flirting down but he didn’t ‘tone it down enough’ apparently” (Y/n) moved a little to get more comfortable.

“And then?” Colson pressed, he didn’t mind if (Y/n) stopped but he just wanted to know if she knew.

“Yeah gimme a second” (Y/n) said with a chuckle and a grin as she finally settled, “Pete quickly changed the subject, asking if I wanted to try an acid trip, I guess to take my mind off of things or something I’m not sure. I told him no and that I didn’t want any drugs, he told me that it was okay, he’d look after me and that I should ‘try something new for once’” (Y/n) said with quotation marks, “I got up wanting to leave, I think he might have slipped something onto his tongue when I wasn’t looking because he turned me around, told me you didn’t have to know anything and…” the girl paused, she didn’t like what happened next.

“He kissed you” Colson finished, the boys hands tightening around his girl softly in comfort. (Y/n) nodded as tears formed in her eyes.

“I didn’t want to kiss back but I did because I was mad at you, he, he uh slipped his tongue in my mouth, which was” the girl shrugged, “meh, but then he said he was in love with me, loved me since the day he first say me. I didn’t think anything for it so I went to go and get another drink, but after a little while I started to feel weird, dizzy; everything started melting and I heard voices…” tears fell from (Y/n)’s eyes as she cuddled and pulled closer to Colson, a soft sob left her mouth, “I-I’m so sorry Colson, I’m so fucking sorry. I love you so much and I love Cassie so much. I-I was just mad and didn’t know what to do” (Y/n) sobbed into Colsons chest as the boy held the girl tightly and buried his face in her damp hair.

“It’s okay princess, shh shh” Colson cooed softly through soft head kisses, “it was Petes fault for drugging you without knowing, I’m just glad you messaged me when you did” Colson whispered softly. The girl nodded in understanding as the pair cuddled.

“Daddy? Is that (Y/n)?” a voice said from the stairway.

“Yeah baby, its (Y/n). She’s back” Colson said as soft padding footsteps came down the stairs, “she’s been worried sick about you baby” Colson whispered to (Y/n), the girl smiled softly and sniffled as she wiped her eyes and sat up properly. Cassie came around the bend of the couch and hopped up as (Y/n) held her arms open for a hug from the small girl.

“You okay now?” Cassie asked, “I don’t like when you and Dad fight” the girl said softly into (Y/n)’s chest, (Y/n) chuckled softly and sniffled again as she kissed Cassies head.

“No baby, I don’t either. But yeah, I’m okay” (Y/n) said softly, Colson sat up properly and hugged (Y/n) from behind, his long arms came around and held both of his girls to his chest.

“We’re okay” Colson whispered softly, he kissed (Y/n)’s head as he threaded his fingers through Cassies. Both girls embraced the warmth of the man; they were okay, they always would be as long as they had each other.

[wyattvsmusic]

Quelle Chris - Guns ALBUM REVIEW

My relationship with Quelle Chris’ music has been a rocky one. For most of his early career, I was not into his music at all. Out of all the signees on the fantastic label that is Mello Music Group, I wouldn’t really pay attention to him. I didn’t like his weird style, ear for production and I did not like his flow one bit. However, I would like his features. He sounded good on the Roc Marciano & Blu song Cut The Check. He also sounded alright on the Mello Music Group compilation Persona. Other dope features of his were on Nolan The Ninja’s Modesty and Armand Hammer’s Microdose. I still wasn’t feeling his music until I found myself liking his 2017 album Being You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often a lot. What turned me into paying attention to Quelle Chris was his collab album with his wife Jean Grae, Everything’s Fine. That album absolutely blew me away and made me think about Quelle in a whole new light. Everything’s Fine didn’t make me love his past works and I still don’t care for albums like Innocent Country. In my review of Everything’s Fine, I said I did not know if I would like the album as much if it were just Quelle so I waited for his next album to see if he did and now it’s here. The good news about this new album right here is that I like it. I love how he’s actually flowing on the songs and not just doing this one voice I didn’t like. The lead single, Guns is very different but reminded me of Everything’s Fine in the way it is very satirical. Quelle raps about how gun violence is everywhere with lyrics like, “Granny keep a loaded 45 right inside the glove box / Brandon shot his first keystone ‘fore he could spell his last name / Jr learned to load from uncle Charlie at the card game / Kelly lit her school up like it's 4th of July.” On the hook, Quelle speaks from the gun’s perspective saying “I be in your city / Coming to a city near you” as if guns are going on a world tour. I loved the beat and he uses different flows throughout his verses. Some songs are kind of weird like Mind Ya Business and Box Of Wheaties but they are good songs and Quelle raps well. Wild Minks is one of my favorite tracks and it features Mach-Hommy who steals the show with his verse. Mach killed it. He just put out an album with DJ Muggs that was alright. Straight Shot was one of the less quirky and more mellow tracks which shows that this album has a lot of variety, considering it’s right before the hard-hitting track Obamacare. Seriously, that songs goes hard in a Really Doe type of way. After Everything’s Fine made me reevaluate my stance on Quelle Chris, me liking Guns really made me want to keep staying in tune with Quelle Chris from here on out.

Fav Tracks: Guns, Wild Minks, Straight Shot, Obamacare, Wyrm