#visual flight rules

[ashleygraves-number1defender]

This art is so cuteeee 🥰 fav BOP is a very tough choice but Eurasian Kestrel! The reasoning is in the tags because I intended it to be a short explanation and wound up rambling, oopsie

Heres my girlie and the main reason behind the favouritism lol; she’s a year and a half old Eurasian Kestrel and owns my heart and soul! (Last pic was with her juvenile plumage)

american kestrel

tell me your favorite bird of prey :-)

[historyofguns]

In the article "Flying in Alaska — The Last Frontier" published on The Armory Life and written by Will Dabbs, MD, the author recounts his experiences as a helicopter pilot stationed in Alaska during his military service. Hoping for an assignment in Europe, Dabbs was instead sent to Alaska, where the challenging weather and rugged terrain became his new reality. He describes the transformative experience of flying CH-47D Chinook helicopters across vast, pristine landscapes, including daring missions and breathtaking natural beauty. The narrative highlights the harsh conditions and unpredictable wildlife, such as wolves and grizzly bears, and the camaraderie formed within his unit. Dabbs shares stories of unique survival exercises and historical aircraft wrecks encountered, ultimately expressing both the hardships and the profound impact of serving in America's last frontier.

[reasonsforhope]

"This week, the Department of Transportation (DOT) announced a new rule requiring airlines to make bathrooms more accessible for disabled people. All new single-aisle aircraft will be fitted with fully-accessible lavatories.

Most flights inside the United States are single-aisle and as technology has improved, they are used more frequently for long flights, including coast-to-coast trips that can last as long as six hours. Double-aisle plans are already subject to the regulation but are primarily used for international flights.

Out Secretary of Transportation Pete Buttigieg announced the new regulations, saying, “Traveling can be stressful enough without worrying about being able to access a restroom; yet today, millions of wheelchair users are forced to choose between dehydrating themselves before boarding a plane or avoiding air travel altogether.” ...

The secretary has made it a priority to improve service on airlines during his tenure. In 2022, six airlines were forced to pay millions of dollars in refunds to hundreds of thousands of customers and were also fined millions for causing the issues. The department’s firm stance on the side of customers has continued through this year after multiple companies have had meltdowns, stranding thousands of travelers.

All planes delivered to airlines starting in 2026 must include several upgrades. Planes already in service will not need to be retrofitted unless the plane is renovated.

“These aircraft must have at least one lavatory of sufficient size to permit a passenger with a disability (with the help of an assistant, if necessary) to approach, enter, and maneuver within the aircraft lavatory, to use all lavatory facilities, and leave by means of the aircraft’s onboard wheelchair if necessary,” the DOT said in a statement.

Accessible faucets and controls, grab bars, accessible call buttons and door locks, minimum obstruction to the passage of an onboard wheelchair, and an available visual barrier for privacy are also required upgrades."

-via LGBTQ Nation, July 28, 2023

Wayyyyyyy fucking overdue but I'll take it!! Also, very nice curb cut effect: We all get to be less miserable on airplanes, and older people don't have to worry as much about airplane bathroom fall risks.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

When your Character Needs Outdoor Survival Skills

Knowledge of outdoor survival techniques can improve your chances of making it through a life-or-death situation. Examples include knowing how to make a shelter, forage for edible plants, find water, and build a fire.

Consider these essential survival skills to improve your chances of success in the wilderness:

Build a fire. Use dry leaves, pine needles, or small pieces of wood to start a fire that can enable you to cook a meal, stay warm, or ward off wild animals from your shelter site. Use waterproof matches or a firestarter to spark tinder and kindling.

Craft a short-term survival shelter. Depending on the climate, weather, terrain, and available resources, you might want to construct a temporary refuge to shield you from the elements until you encounter your rescuers. You should insulate your shelter to help you retain valuable body heat in cold weather or provide sun protection to minimize your dehydration in a hot, arid climate.

Establish a hierarchy of priorities. A stranded hiker or someone forced into a survival scenario should work diligently to address the “rule of threes”: The average human can survive three hours without shelter, three days without water, and three weeks without food. These timelines are somewhat subjective to the individual and the climate, yet the rule of threes can provide a template to guide actions in the field.

Find a clean water source. A human can survive only about three days without water, so finding and collecting drinking water should be one of your priorities in a survival scenario. Use a water filter, iodine tablets, or a fire to boil the water. However you choose to purify water, it’s imperative to do it in adequate amounts to meet your hydration needs.

Locate a food source. Gather surplus supplies when possible and diversify your diet as much as you can to provide your body with essential protein, fats, vitamins, and minerals. Forage for edible flowers, roots, and mushrooms; use natural materials to build snares for small game; or craft fishing tools to catch fish.

Practice excellent hygiene. Bacteria, parasites, and pathogens can enter the body through food and open wounds. Practicing cleanliness and good hygiene will reduce your chance of succumbing to an illness. Remaining healthy is crucial since even a few days of bed rest could reduce your chances of survival and quickly deplete your resources.

Stay calm and assess the situation. The most important survival tool you have at your disposal is your mind. When you find yourself in a life-or-death survival situation, the amygdala of the human brain will pump the body full of stress hormones to trigger a fight-or-flight response. Counter your instincts by taking a moment to collect your thoughts—this will help you eliminate unnecessary risks and minimize your energy expenditure until you have a solid plan in place. Remaining calm is a must since avoidable mistakes can be lethal, especially in the wilderness.

Signal nearby search and rescue teams. Use visual and auditory signals like mirrors, whistles, and smoke to attract the attention of rescuers and notify them of your location for evacuation. Keep a solar battery charger for your cell phone in your survival kit to keep you connected—especially if traveling alone.

Test your bushcraft skills before you need them. You might already know how to navigate by the North Star or tie a bowline knot, but you should run a preparedness drill to test your skills in realistic scenarios. Knowledge is essential, but practice can help you determine your strengths and weaknesses so that you can ultimately improve.

Use everything at your disposal. A survivor must pack light and move quickly, making it necessary to collect water and food while on the go and carry multipurpose items worth their weight in utility. For example, a stranded backpacker might not have a manufactured first aid kit or bug-out bag from which they can draw any necessary tools or materials to survive comfortably. Instances like these require ingenuity and good problem-solving skills. For example, a plastic bag, a length of paracord, and a supply of duct tape could become the primary elements of a shelter that shields you from the wind and rain.

To test yourself, practice hard skills under circumstances that reflect the challenges you might face in the field.

Mental conditioning, a positive attitude, and creative problem-solving skills also make an impact.

Consistent practice and improvement will boost your confidence so that you can remain resilient in the face of adversity.

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[skycowboys]

Pegasus Masterpost

Here's a little guide to the main classes of pegasi in the Sky Cowboys world!

Sky Cowboys pegasi generally follow these "rules" -

They have beaks - most are similar to raptor or seabird beaks. Used for opening nuts and snapping up small prey. They do still graze on long-stalk grasses.

Coat colors stay within the equine range, but feathers can be any color.

They have horse-like brains and so are trainable similarly to horses.

They cannot speak like some birds can.

The standard flight range per day is 150 miles. It's called a "hop".

Broadwing Pegasi

These are the main workhorses of the world. They're hardy, agile, and tend to have solid temperaments. Most pilots fly these for all sorts of jobs and have been bred into many unique breeds.

Quick visual - Quarter horses or mustangs with eagle or kite wings.

Longwing Pegasi

Longwings have as much attitude as they do wing surface, but they make up for it with sheer endurance. These pegasi can stay aloft for weeks, diving into the sea for fish or ocean plants to eat.

Quick visual - Thoroughbreds or arabians with seabird wings.

Shortwing Pegasi

Calm and huggable, shortwings are the draft horses of the Sky Cowboys world. These are flightless pegasi (since their wings are so small), but are still very useful on the ground like for all sorts of things from riding to pulling wagons to working in farm fields.

Shortwings tend to have colorful/fancy plumage.

Quick visual - Percherons or clydesdales with songbird wings.

Scrapwings

These little guys are feral - no one has really domesticated them. Partly because they're difficult to work with and partially because no one really sees a point. They're all-around too small to be useful and tend to just get into stuff. At least they're cute!

Quick visual - Zebra/quagga or donkey with dodo wings.

And there you have it! What would your SC pegasus look like?

If you want to learn more about my pegasi, I have an art/lore book on Kickstarter! Also there's lots here on my blog, it's just not as organized :)

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[pochunts]

CHARITHRA CHANDRAN GIF PACK

— ✰ on the page linked below in the SOURCE LINK, you will find ( TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FOUR ) hq gifs of CHARITHRA CHANDRAN sourced from her role as ISHA MALLIK in FIGHT OR FLIGHT (2025). charithra is 28 but was 27-28 while filming this project. she is of indian ( tamil ) descent, so please cast her accordingly. all gifs were cropped at 245x145 and were made from scratch by feifer for roleplaying purposes only. therefore, i am taking full credit for these.

gifs feature: Danny Ashok, Josh Hartnett, Hughie O'Donnell, JuJu Chan Szeto.

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[senawashere]

about those TGM requests

me with fanboy... that's it.

First rule...

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Female!Girlfriend!reader

Summary: Movie date night turns into a little lecture with Mickey.

A/n: Thank you sweetheart for requesting this!! Love you!!💋💋

Warnings: None just pure fluff,just kissing!

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"What is the first rule of fight club sweetheart?" Mickey asked looking at you with a grin,soon to be a disappeard.

"What?" You ask. There is 50 second eye contact with Mickey and he looks at you with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

“How have you never seen Fight Club before? How babe?”

Mickey’s shocked expression made laugh hard while he was still looking at you like you have 3 heads. That’s how you end up watching Fight Club for the first time

The night was crisp and chilly, the kind that made you want to curl up with someone you love under a thick blanket. And your boyfriend who freshly returned from a long deployment was looking good for this.

Mickey and you had settled into the couch, your legs tangled together under layers of soft, cozy throws. The dim light from the screen of your TV flickered across the room as the opening credits of "Fight Club" rolled.

Mickey had insisted on movie night after a long time, and you had eagerly agreed. He loved "Fight Club"—its gritty realism, the intense performances, and its provocative themes. It was the perfect escape. Mickey, however, had a tendency to dive into the details, dissecting every scene with an intensity he usually reserved for his flights.

"Did you know that David Fincher wanted the audience to feel the subconscious presence of Tyler Durden from the start?" Mickey's voice was animated, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "They actually spliced frames of Brad Pitt into scenes before his character was even introduced. It’s so subtle that you barely notice it."

You nodded, smiling at his enthusiasm. It was only 10 minutes and he was telling every fact he knew.

"That's pretty impressive," you said, trying to keep the conversation light. The last thing you wanted was to dampen his spirits, but you really just wanted to enjoy the movie without the running commentary. And with the movie being a hard one to understand you were struggling.

As the film progressed, Mickey continued his enthusiastic ramblings. "Right here!The chemical burn scene? They used vinegar and baking soda to create the smoke effect on Norton’s hand. And Fincher actually used footage of real skin-burning reactions for authenticity."

You nodded again, more absently this time. Your eyes were fixed on the screen, trying to lose yourself in the gritty visuals and dark humor, but Mickey's voice kept pulling you back. What the hell was going on in this movie? As you thought while Mickey gave you every single fact for every shot.

"For the scenes where they destroy the corporate art, they used a combination of practical effects and CGI. They really wanted it to look and feel anarchistic, like a real middle finger to consumer culture," Mickey continued, his voice unwavering in its excitement.

"Mickey," you said softly, hoping to gently steer him back to just watching. "I am really trying to understand it and it is very hard while you talk like this baby.”

He glanced at you, his smile apologetic but still eager. "Sorry, I just find all these little details fascinating. Like, did you know when Marla and Tyler were fucki—"

You leaned over and kissed him, cutting off his words mid-sentence. His lips were warm and soft, a stark contrast to the cool night air that seeped through the windows. For a moment, he was startled, but then he relaxed into the kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist.

When you finally pulled back, you looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of surprise and amusement. "I just really want to enjoy the movie," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the yelling from the narator.

He chuckled softly, his hand coming up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Got it," he said, his voice a gentle murmur. "I'll try to keep the commentary to a minimum."

"Thank you,my love" you said, snuggling closer to him. "But I do love your passion for it."

Mickey smiled and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. You lay there together, the movie playing on, and for a while, he managed to stay quiet. You lost yourself in the dark narrative, the twisted philosophy, and the raw performances.

But it wasn't long before Mickey couldn't help himself. "They filmed this scene in an actual abandoned building. Can you imagine how creepy that must have been?" Mickey continued, his voice unwavering in its excitement. You turned your head slightly to look at him, your expression a mix of exasperation and fondness. He caught your look and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, sorry," he said, kissing your forehead. "I just got carried away."

"I know you do," you said with a sigh, though you couldn't keep the smile off your face. "It's one of the things I love about you."

You settled back into silence, and you tried to focus on the movie again. Mickey's arm was around you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your shoulder. The warmth of his body next to yours, combined with the soothing rhythm of the film, was enough to make you forget the world outside.

But true to form, Mickey couldn't resist one last comment. "The ending... the whole twist with Tyler Durden being the Narrator's alter ego. Fincher hinted at it throughout the film with subliminal flashes of Tyler before he actually appears."

You didn't respond this time, just leaned your head against his shoulder and let the movie's final scenes wash over you. When the credits finally rolled, you felt a tear slip down your cheek, moved by the powerful conclusion. Mickey wiped the tear away with his thumb, his expression soft and tender. "Told you," he whispered.

You nodded, unable to speak for a moment. Then you looked up at him and smiled. "You were right," you said. "It was brilliant."

He leaned down and kissed you again, and this time, you didn't stop him. The movie was over, but the night was still young, and there was no place you'd rather be than here, wrapped in Mickey's arms, sharing these quiet moments together.

“Okay baby,spill all the facts now.” You said watching him forming a big grin on his face.

“"The guy who plays the Narrator—Edward Norton—he actually punched Brad Pitt in one of the scenes. They wanted it to look as real as possible and also did you know that they used CGI to create some of these opening credits? That's so cool and you see the way the camera moves during this fight scene? It's a single take. No cuts. That takes incredible skill from both the actors and the crew and listen you know the scene where they blow up the buildings? We saw it right now. They used a combination of miniatures and CGI to get the perfect shot. It’s so realistic that people thought they actually demolished a skyscraper. And this is so funny, did you know that Brad Pitt and Edward Norton actually learned how to make soap for their roles in 'Fight Club'? They attended soap-making classes to prepare for their characters' underground soap business,isn’t so funny. And als-”

“Okay that’s enough baby please!!”

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Need a man like this🤭

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[constellationcrowned]

“ I started TALKING TO THE STARS in the sky instead. I said, ”TELL ME ABOUT THE BIG BANG“, The stars said, ”IT HURTS TO BECOME. “

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“ WINGS ARE FREEDOM only when they are WIDE OPEN IN FLIGHT. On one’s back they are A HEAVY WEIGHT. ”

[baronessvonglitter]

Cherry, Cherry 🍒 Chapter 7 🍒

"Swimming in Stars"

pre-outbreak! AU!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: 2,256

Summary: you and Joel enjoy a little one-on-one time in the pool and discuss your concerns about your first time together..

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (reader is 18, Joel is 35), slow burn, talk of sex and expectations regarding reader's first time, talk of using protection (a must, y'all!), dry humping, reader's race not mentioned, reader wears a swimsuit, story takes place in summer 2003, no use of y/n

Author's Note: this chapter is super significant to me as it highlights just how important communication is when it's going to be a couple's first time together, and especially when there's an age gap.

Series Masterlist

Joel has one rule: that you take your time. He doesn't want to rush you or make you feel like he won't wait for you because honestly, as he tells you before you go your separate ways that same summer night, "You're worth waitin' for."

Naturally it's impossible for you to sleep that night. So much has happened in just a couple of weeks. It seems that the moment you've stepped outside of the safety of the environment you've known your whole life, you're seeing exactly what opportunities await you.

And you really want this opportunity with Joel.

Now the ball is entirely in your court. You call the shots. And you don't even know where to begin except you know you want to spend more time with him. You like Joel a lot, and you want to get to know him better.

You spend the rest of the weekend with your cousin before she leaves for an international flight. Truth is, you haven't spent much time together, and it's nice to get out of the house with her to go to the mall and the movies. But every other thought is about Joel. What's he doing right now? Is he thinking of you?

Your attention is easily diverted from the latest Fast and Furious movie, and when Sofia goes for a quick restroom break you pull out your phone and text Joel: Pool party tonight. Just us. 10 pm.

Putting your phone back in your purse your heart pulsates with excitement at the riskiness of the text. You're not that bold, but somehow he makes you so.

You let the rest of the movie distract you, but truth be told you can't remember the rest of it even five minutes after leaving the theater. It's not until you're back home that you see he's replied: I'll be there, sweetheart

Sofia leaves that evening, and you are alone. You get ready, wearing the same swimsuit as last time, knowing Joel liked you in it before. You don't know what to expect of the evening, because quite honestly you invited him over on a whim. 10 o'clock comes around a lot sooner than you think, and so you lounge out on a lounge chair float, watching the stars, trying to still the rapid beating of your heart.

You hear a knock at the side gate and then a hesitant swinging open of the gate door.

"You gonna join me?" you ask. You see Joel out of the corner of your eye and smirk. "Or are you just gonna stare?"

You hear the low rumble of his chuckle and it makes your heart melt. "I'm a visual guy. I like watchin' you like that. You look so damn pretty. I just about ran every red light all the way from Tommy's place just to get here to you."

Heat colors your skin. "And Sarah? Where's she?"

"At a friend's house."

That fact seems to hang in the air between you. Now you're alone together, the discussion from yesterday seems to be the elephant in the room, so to speak.

"So you're gonna watch?" you break the silence. "Or are you gonna join me?"

He takes a seat on one of the lounge chairs, a playful little smile on his lips. He looks so relaxed, so at ease in your company. "I didn't bring anything to swim in."

"You've got boxers on, right?"

"Maybe."

You chuckle, seeing that he's trying to be hard to read. You climb out of the pool and wrap a towel around your midsection, joining him on the lounge chair, in his lap. Your heart is beating like a bird trapped in a cage but it's so thrilling to finally be alone with him. He sits up and holds you, strong arms wrapping around you. In this moment you're both quiet, enjoying this tender moment. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, fingertips tracing your arms and your sides. When you kiss him it's soft and sweet, almost innocent, the tips of your tongues barely meeting.

"That night at our pool party," you tell him in an intimate whisper, "we were playing in the pool and when we hugged, I felt.. you know."

Joel slows his touch but doesn't stop. "I remember."

"Was that.. because of me?"

He gives a sarcastic little snort. "Sweetheart, your thighs were practically locked around my head. My thoughts of you were indecent. So yeah I was rock hard."

You shiver and he grabs you tighter. "That night, after I walked you home, I touched myself. I fantasized about you." It feels good to say it now, now that it's not a deep and terrible secret.

"Oh god, sweetheart. I did the same."

Every single drop of water in the pool cannot possibly douse the fire you feel in your veins for this man.

"What did you fantasize about me that night?" His breath is warm on your cheek.

"I fantasized about what you would feel like.. inside me."

A low growl escapes his throat. "You still want that from me? Want me inside?"

"Yes," you reply, even as a flurry of turmoil grows in your belly. "Soon," you reiterate.

This seems to calm him, as his breathing evens out, his gentle touch returns. "Might I ask one little favor, sweetheart?" His voice is tinged with honey. "Would you give me a little massage?"

Smiling, you brazenly straddle his lap, gently kneading his shoulders. You love the feel of his skin beneath your touch, and you marvel at how soft yet how strong he is capable of being. "You need someone to do this for you every day.."

And beneath you, you feel his desire stirring. Just a few light layers of clothing separate you. "If there were two of you, then yeah, I'd want this every day."

You laugh. "That's kinky. Why two of me? Are you saying I'm not enough on my own?" There's a teasing note in your voice.

"One of you to give me a massage and the other to make me a sandwich." He laughs as he ducks your playful whack. "What I meant to say is that with two of you.. there's more to admire?"

Nerves afire with your lively banter, you gently push your hips down on his. "Think of all the things you could do with two of me.."

His hands grip your hips firmly, squeezing. "Oh my damn god, sweetheart.. I want you so damn much," he growls.

"Then have me, Joel," you say, so easily, as if switching on a light. Your mind is clouded with lust, and every move you make is based purely on instinct rather than emotion. "You won't hurt me, will you?"

Joel sighs, his eyes soft even as he's hard other places. "Hell no. I'm gonna be so damn gentle with you."

You bite your lip, scooting off him a little to undo his belt but he gently stops you. "I need you to wait," he says.

You freeze. "What's wrong?"

"Sweetheart, you want it too fast. I'm going to give you what you want, but not like this." Frustrated, he buries his face in your neck. "God damn it I just wanna do the right thing by you."

"I guess there are a lot of specifics to work out," you murmur gently, caressing the nape of his neck.

"Such as?" he cuddles into your neck.

You feel a little embarrassed, but if you're going to eventually sleep with him you have to be able to be honest with him. "We have to think of where to do it, whether we should have a date beforehand to lead up to it. And I'm not on birth control, so we'd have to consider protection."

His hand caresses the small of your back. "We could do it at either your place or mine, and I like the idea of having a nice little romantic date beforehand." He gently traces the curve of your face with his fingertips. "I want you to feel safe with me, sweetheart. I'll get some condoms. Hell, we'll probably go through a whole box real quick."

You give a sigh of relief. "I like that we're talking about this, Joel. I don't want to go into this blind."

"I'm gonna be here for you every step of the way, even if you decide you don't want to go through with it," he swears. Looking away a moment he seems to collect himself. "I just don't want to hurt you."

"What do you mean? How would you hurt me?" you gently turn his face to look at you.

He sighs. "I don't want to be too much for you, too intense for you, especially when you've never had anyone else before. You don't know just how fuckin' bad I desire you."

"Joel.. when the time comes for us to be together, I'm going to trust you not to hurt me, not on purpose. I've heard the first time can hurt anyway, but that kind of pain will be worth it, to be with you."

He whispers your name and kisses you, stiffening when you pursue it with more passion, pressing yourself against him.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "You're right. I want everything right now, but I'm not thinking. Oh god, I need a distraction," you whine. "A cold shower or something."

"A shower's out of the question just now, but I have the next best thing to cool you off," Joel chuckles and picks you up, carrying you bridal style over to the pool and it's only at the last second that you realize what he's about to do and you screech as he drops you into the water.

You surface, sputtering and wiping the water from your face. "What the hell?" Joel's gleeful chuckle sounds in your ears right before he splashes in beside you. He grabs you by the waist, both of you weightless in the water. He's rid himself of his clothes except for his boxer briefs.

"Come here," he says, kissing your lips. "You're one hell of a girl.."

He's easily forgiven. If anything you love that you've brought out this mischievous side of him. "And you're one hell of a man.." you wrap your arms around him, whispering in his ear. "And you let your guard down too easily," you tell him, pouncing on him and pushing him underwater before swimming away, laughing as you swim away.

He comes up and swims right after you, making you squeal. "You shouldn't have gotten in the pool if you didn't want to get wet." you warn him.

"Shouldn't have invited me over if ya didn't want me to get you wet," he quips, pressing you against the side of the pool where you're both semi-shrouded in darkness. "God, sweetheart, you do not know what you do to a man."

"What about what you're doing to me?" Pressed close together you feel his hardness, and now that it's just the two of you you're free to explore this, to feel the rigidity of his desire for you. "Joel.. please just rub up against me.." you ask.

This elicits another growl from him, and even in the darkness you can see the hunger in his eyes. He does as you ask, albeit gently at first, testing to see how much you want.

You gasp as you feel him, thinly veiled by the wet confines of your swim clothes. He knows exactly where you need his touch, and it's like a shock of electricity to feel that pressure on your clit. "Feels good.. right there," you whisper, clinging to him.

He kisses you deeply, pressing a bit harder, smiling when your breath hitches and becomes quicker. "You like this, sweetheart? Oh this ain't nothin' compared to the real thing."

"Joel," you whimper. "Keep going like this.. please.."

The water splashes around you as you try to keep your cries to a minimum. How can only touching feel so good? How many nerve endings can you possibly stimulate? It's as if you've never really known what your body can do, what it can become under someone else's touch.

Touching.. that's all it is. But it's enough to drive you to the edge. There's that familiar feeling, like when you're on a roller coaster and your heart leaps into your throat just before you take the first sharp dive. "Joel!" you moan, kissing him to muffle your sounds as you come: a quick, sweet shot of lightning in your veins.

As your body relaxes, Joel backs off so as not to overstimulate you, but keeps his arm around you, stroking your damp hair.

"Sorry if I was selfish," you mumble.

He laughs and puts his hand on your cheek. "You're not selfish at all. We both wanted it. And sweetheart, you look fuckin' angelic when you come." His voice is husky and sweet as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek.

You're still reeling from this experience, and in the aftermath of your orgasm you have clarity of mind, as if all your troubles have melted away. You know you'll be grateful to Joel forever. "What about you? You didn't even.."

He smiles. "Don't worry about me. You're more important."

"Are you gonna.. take care of it later?" you smirk.

"One of these days I hope you'll feel comfortable takin' care of me yourself," he smirks, making your heart do a flip flop, and you pull him closer before the night comes to an end.

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[kauriart]

Paragon, Renegade, Pilot Chapter 4

A NSFW Mass Effect fic | Joker/Kaidan/f!Shepard | Read it on AO3

Fucking Udina can suck a bag of dicks.

All the dicks.

Reaper dicks. Udina can suck Reaper dicks.

He grounded the Normandy. How fucking dare he.

Joker had felt it when they landed on the Citadel, the locking up of the flight controls even as the ship docked. He’d shouted to Shepard and tried to back out of port, but it was already too late. The Normandy had gone dark under his fingertips. A flash of panic, and then an agonizing wave of fury, and by the time Shepard had gotten to the cockpit, Joker was already pacing and bellowing, red-faced with indignation.

There’d been a terse exchange between Shepard and the communications officer who had explained what was happening –– Udina had grounded them on the Council’s orders; they have no interest in continued pursuit of ex-Spectre Saren Arterius.

Shepard disconnects the call with as much disdain as humanly possible. “I don’t like this. No one sets foot off this ship until I say so,” she snaps her fingers. “War room. Now.”

Joker is the last to arrive. Navigator Pressly looks grim, and Kaidan is pacing around the table while Shepard sits, hands carefully folded in front of her. She looks the kind of furious that usually ends in a very high body count .

Joker slides into the chair beside her.

“Udina and the Council won’t risk us going to the Terminus Systems,” Shepard says without preamble. “They’re no longer interested in Saren, or the conduit. They don’t want a war with the Geth.”

“It would be disastrous,” Pressly reminds her. He’s a good navigator. A good executive officer. But he’s an Alliance man down to his bones. Prone to defend the chain of command, not criticize.

Kaidan’s built from the same mold, though he’s more likely to follow the ethics of a thing than the written rules. Shepard too follows her own internal sense of right and wrong, but she’s less stringent in its application than either of the other officers. The rigidity of the line she won’t cross is highly dependent on how much you’ve pissed her off.

Joker has seen her plow straight through it at high speed and leave a swath of destruction in her wake.

“Yes,” Shepard rubs her eyes with her hands, she’s only gotten a few hours of real rest since Virmire. “But the Reapers will be worse. You know they will.”

Pressly frowns. He doesn’t enjoy disagreeing with his commanding officer. “We can’t verify half of what was learned on Virmire.”

“I can,” Shepard taps her head. “I’ve seen how bad it’ll get. I’ve been seeing it for months. I don’t want a war with the Geth. I want one with the Reapers.”

Joker has heard descriptions of Shepard’s visions. Dr Chakwas said the Prothean beacon Shepard touched had implanted them, but Joker had always thought of it as an infection. Something more insidious. More invasive. 

When it first happened they’d thought Shepard would die. She was in a coma, unresponsive, and having seizures. That was a bad couple of days. Kaidan had refused to leave her side until she woke up. And when she did she started describing a nightmarish blur of visuals, sounds, sensations, and emotions. Shepard called it a tangled memory someone put in her head — too fragmented to have any real meaning. Blasts of noise, silhouettes against a skyline, pain, hopelessness, rage, desperation.

Not a nightmare. A message.

Stop the Reapers or lose everything.

“What do you want to do, Commander?” Kaidan asks. He’s made a full turn around the table and sits on the other side of Shepard.

She presses her lips together in a thin line. “You do not want to know what I want to do.”

Joker snorts. He imagines it involves guns and morally-grey choices. 

“What are our options then?” Kaidan rephrases.

“Not many,” Shepard frowns. “We need a ship to take us to the Mu Relay. The Alliance is out. So is the Council. We could try STG, we saved Major Kirahee and a handful of his men, maybe they could get us out of the system at least, maybe to the Quarians, or someone else who might be willing to risk Terminus space. If not, our slim options get slimmer. Hijack a pirate vessel, hope they can’t figure out who's flying it. Hope that that matters to the Geth. Hope that it doesn’t trigger a conflict.”

“That’s the plan?” Joker gapes. “You want to drive a clunker through the Mu Relay and into Geth-controlled space? The council’s worried about triggering a war, and they won’t let us take the only ship with a stealth drive, the only ship that can make that run without—”

“I want the Normandy, Joker,” Shepard nearly snarls. “But we don’t have it, and we don’t have any time to waste. We need another plan.” 

Joker drums his fingers on the table, thinking. “So steal it.”

Navigator Pressly makes a shocked, scoffing noise. “Steal what? The Normandy?”

“I can do it. I’ve done it before,” Joker mutters. "It’s not as hard as it looks. It should be a lot harder, but it's not. They do get real mad at you though. Fair warning.”

Pressly’s face is undergoing an interesting set of color changes, oscillating between red and white. “Your plan is to steal the most advanced warship ever designed from the largest starport in the System’s Alliance?”

“Uh-huh,” Joker says.

Kaidan leans forward. He looks less freaked out than Navigator Pressly, but none of this can sit well with him either. “How?” 

Joker drums his fingers on the table again, a quick little beat that mimics some of the feeds he observes during takeoff. “Break into the embassy and hack Udina’s personal terminal. He’s the one who grounded us. He can unground us. You know, non-consensually.”

“Madness,” Navigator Pressly gapes. “Lunacy. We should try to convince Ambassador Udina to reverse his orders. The Council will—”

“No time,” Shepard interrupts. She stands and flips a comm switch on the wall. “Attention Normandy crew,” her voice is perfectly steady, caring across speakers, ship-wide. “We’re stealing our ship back and going off to start a war. We’ll be doing so in direct violation of council orders. Anyone who stays faces court martial and possibly execution. Anyone who disapproves of this course of action has five minutes to leave my ship, with my full blessing.” A pause. “You don’t have to martyr yourself for me.” She flips the comm off again.

The war room falls into silence.

“Well, it sounds way worse when you put it that way,” Joker mutters and settles more firmly in his chair. “But I’m not letting anybody kidnap my baby without me. They’ll mess up the settings on my chair.”

Shepard looks around, but no one in the war room moves an inch.

Navigator Pressly heaves a sigh and rubs at his temples with both hands. “And I was only three months shy of making pension. What a waste.”

“Joker,” Shepard says, the smile on her face going from soft to sharp in a heartbeat. “Let’s go steal your ship back.”

***

Twenty minutes later the Normandy takes off with the entirety of its crew intact. No one leaves, not even Navigator Pressly, though he looks a little sour and bewildered. Through it all he’s managed to maintain his belief that the Council has their best interests at heart, even if his ultimate loyalty is to Shepard.

(Joker’s managed to maintain his belief that the Council sucks.)

(It’s good neither he nor Pressly have let recent events change them.)

Joker flips Udina the bird as he pulls out of the Citadel. Cathartic, but not super effective through the Normandy’s hull and a few miles of spaceport. He activates the stealth drive as soon as he’s able, and despite the fact that there is no active sign of pursuit he doesn’t start to unwind until they’re able to jump to FTL.

Never gonna dock at the Citadel again.

Fool me twice, assholes.

He flies the Normandy further and further away from the nexus of council-controlled space. He has to manually plot the course to the Mu Relay, which is wild. No other relay has that requirement. He’s been pretty deep in the Terminus Systems before, but ships don’t usually fly into dark space on purpose. 

“Commander, we’re approaching the relay coordinates now,” Joker pings Shepard on her comm.

The cockpit slides open a few minutes later. Shepard –– already in full armor –– doesn’t slide into the copilot’s chair like she usually does, but stands at Joker’s shoulder, peering out the viewport as the shutters peel back. In FTL there’s nothing to see, just a blur of blue-black, stars churning by so quickly they don’t even register to the human eye. But now that Joker’s slowed to an approach speed they can see everything — the multi-colored swirl of far-off systems; gas pockets refracting light into rainbows; and stars scattered like a handful of glitter against the gloom of space.

They aren’t in visual range of the Mu Relay yet, but they will be in a minute.

Shepard leans closer to the viewport. “Let’s hope Benezia was right.”

Joker snorts, “Let’s hope she wasn’t.”

Thirty seconds later they see it through the viewport, a tiny speck growing into a colossal relay, larger even than the one in the Sol System. It has the same distinctive profile as all other relays, but it looks and feels dead. There’s no comm chatter from incoming and outgoing ships, no flares of light as the relay activates, pushing and pulling ships to new star systems. Stranger still, it’s floating at an odd angle, a remnant of when it was blown off-course centuries ago and lost.

“I’m gonna do a visual pass before we go through,” Joker takes the Normandy on a wide, sweeping loop, pinging engineering as he goes. “Tali, I want your eyes on that thing. Tell me if you see anything that’s gonna get us killed.”

He takes three passes around it, just to be sure. The Mu Relay looks like every other relay he’d flown through but four thousand years of non-functionality does not for a high level of confidence make. 

“It looks to be in surprisingly good condition,” Tali says over the intercom at the end of his final circle. “But sometimes the damage is not at surface level. The semiconductors are usually the first things to go, and if they’re shot we will likely burn up very quickly when the relay activates. We might not even realize it’s happening.”

“Uh... thanks, Tali.” Joker has a sudden vision of the Normandy exploding in little blue and red fireballs. “So like… fifty-fifty?”

A pause on the line.

“Sure.” It’s hard to tell through her voice modulator, but the tone of Tali’s voice does not ring with confidence.

Shepard chuckles, the sound more sinister than humorous. “I’ll take those odds.”

Of course, she would.

A little bubble of warmth fills his chest. Shepard is fearless. He doesn’t have the right to be anything less.

“Well, damn. Here goes nothing.” Joker straightens his cap and starts to line the ship up for launch position. “Commander, once we’re through the relay, we’re either already super-dead or we’re flying blind. I won’t know what to expect until we get there. Ilos might be––” Joker clears his throat. “Yeah, we won’t know. You gotta be ready to fight by the time we’re through the relay.”

“I’ll be ready in five,” she assures him. “I just need to grab my gun.”

“Punch Saren in the taint, if you can. From me. I mean, you can shoot him too if you like, but it just seems less classy.”

Shepard smiles, a genuine flash of amusement that gives him butterflies. At least if nothing else, he can make her smile.

“Joker…”

Shepard’s voice shifts abruptly. Soft. A little hesitant. Something about it makes him want to nope right out of there. It sounds like she is trying to find a way to say goodbye, or... something, and he’s having none of that.

“Whatever you are going to say, Shepard, don’t say it. Just— not now, alright?” 

She takes a breath, expression quietly displeased, but nods. Her hand slides against Joker’s shoulder, and then away again, whisper-soft.

Joker closes his eyes. 

The door to the cockpit slides open and he twists around in his chair so fast he feels a twinge in his back. “Tell me later, okay,” he asks urgently. “Tell me after.”

She stands in the doorway, the light spilling in from behind makes it so he can’t see her face, not even the glint of emerald eyes. “Sure thing.”

***

Just beyond the Mu Relay, Ilos looms.

In five minutes everything has gone to shit. Saren’s troops show up as a sea of red on his feed. A swath of enemies so thick he can’t see the edges of them. They could very well cover the entire planet.

(Maybe the Council had an itty-bitty-bit of a point about the Geth.)

“My God…” Navigator Pressly breathes.

“Yeah, I know, I know. I see it.” Joker triple-checks the stealth mode but knows it won’t do any good if any of the Geth so much as look up. "Fuck.”

“We need to get the Commander planetside as quickly as possible, Lieutenant. I’m spotting Geth Colossus out there. Colossi. Dozens at least.”

Something turns over in Joker’s stomach. A direct hit from a Colossus’ pulse canon will fry the circuitry on Normandy's adaptive shielding, leaving little pockmarks across the surface area of her shields. Little cracks that could open her up and leave her vulnerable to any Geth ground troops with assault rockets and advanced targeting systems.

Joker licks his lips. “Find me a spot, Pressly.”

“There’s nothing.”

“Find it,” Joker can hear one of the flight crew marking enemies in range with the firepower to directly threaten the Normandy. It’s a pretty long list already, and the troops will swarm once they’re spotted and the shooting starts. “Find anything.”

“There’s nothing,” Pressly insists. He’s too seasoned to out-right panic, but his voice is tight and brittle. “The terrain is entirely rubbish!”

Joker pulls up the feed of possible drop zones, scanning through it himself.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing— but…

Joker frowns, zooming in. Flat land. Limited boogies. But not enough clearance for a drop. He’d have to—

“Joker,” Shepard’s voice cuts through on the comm. She, Kaidan, and Liara are already loaded into the mako, but she must be looking at the same feed as him. “Remember what you said about mako drops? Ever get a chance to test your theory?”

“Uh…” The sound is flat and long and Joker hopes he conveys the proper level of what the fuck, Shepard because what. the. fuck. Shepard. 

“Joker,” her voice is the kind of deadly serious that would freeze most people on the spot. “You’ve got about twenty meters, max. How confident are you about your theory?”

“Oh, Jesus.”

“How. confident,” she snaps.

“Fuck. Yes, alright! I can do this,” he nods even though she can’t see him. “I can do this, Commander.” 

He can’t see her expression, of course, but he can practically hear the shark-toothed sharpness of her grin. “Excellent.”

“Goddamnit, here we go,” he flicks his thumb along the flight controls, changing course for the new drop zone, and increasing the Normandy’s speed.

It’s counterintuitive, that’s why it’s controversial. A standard drop requires no less than a hundred meters of space. Mako’s have powerful shock- absorbers so they don’t rupture their passengers during a drop. High and slow, that’s what they all learned in flight school. Reduce the impact. Make the drop. 

Joker argued you could make a drop low and fast. Really low. Slide that fucker planetside like a pancake on a plate. No one would ever let him try it. The Alliance generally frowns on planetside approaches that reach speeds of hurtling.

But he was right.

And he knows he was right. 

Still, he’s not super thrilled to try it for the first time with both Shepard and Kaidan (and Liara) inside the mako he’s about to bodyslam into Ilos. But today’s all about balls out, apparently. 

He checks their course and increases the Normandy’s descent speed. Alarms start to blare, blinking orange and red, and the autopilot engages briefly before he overrides it, and throttles the stick even more. He can feel the vibrations in his flight seat pick up as Normand’s hull skips through the planet’s atmosphere. “Oh yeah. It’s gonna be a super fun Tuesday.” 

The Normandy’s flight support VI isn’t being super helpful. It keeps trying to get him to shift back to regulated drop speeds, so Joker juggles the calculations in his head. He can’t just not-squish Shepard and Kaidan and Liara. He’s got to not-squish them perfectly on target and avoid being seen by the Geth, or the whole thing is screwed.

A bead of sweat runs into his eye, stinging, but he doesn’t have a spare hand to wipe it away. “You’ve got about thirty seconds to back out of this, Shepard,” he shouts over the alarms.

“Just get us down, Joker!”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Joker activates the hanger doors and feels the sudden shift of increased air friction all along the Normandy’s underside. He fights with the stick for a moment, fingertips dancing across the flight panel as he compensates for the fastest fucking approach he’s ever made.

For just a second the Normandy tips too far back and he gets a burst of wind up the open hatch. At this speed, it feels like something’s tried to yank them out of the sky, and he tips the ship forward, overcompensating. It shudders violently, and Joker’s forearms ache as he tries to wrestle the ship back into position.

“Joker! ”

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

There’s a horrifying moment when the Normandy skips off the ground like a pebble off a lake, shields protesting with a flare of blue, and he thinks for a moment that if the ship crashes and they all die, at least he’ll be spared from having to write what is sure to be a clusterfuck of a flight report.

A bead of sweat rolls into Joker’s eye and he blinks it away hastily. His hands fly across the flight panels as he gets control of the ship. “Get ready, Commander! Five seconds!

"Four!

"Three!

"Two!"

Joker punches the hangar bay doors open and feels the little hiccup in the Normandy's handling when the mako drops to Ilos. But there’s no time to watch the outcome. He peels away in a turn so sharp the shields light up from air pressure alone. There are a handful of tense moments as they head for the skies, streaking out of range from a pair of Geth destroyers that patrol adjacent to the landing zone.

Joker hates leaving atmo when Shepard and the strike team are planetside, but sometimes there’s no help for it.

As soon as he's out of range of the Geth, he boosts the comms signal as much as he’s able, but there’s too much interference to pick up anything useful. Just bursts of static fading into a crackling buzz. He tries not to imagine that Shepard and Kaidan are pancake-flat in a mako on Ilos, but he imagines it all the same.

“Please, please. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…”

Even through the noise filters, the static just sounds like static, and every once and a while the buzzing whine of feedback, and nothing more. And then—

“Jo— Joker— you copy?”

“Shepard!” Joker nearly bounces in his flight chair, triumphant. “Thank fuck! Are you all alright?”

“Listen. There’s something happening.” Her voice is too measured, too even, like she’s focused on something beyond the conversation, and trying not to speak too loud.

Joker’s relief evaporates in a moment. “Commander?”

“I don’t… I don’t know what it is.”

He starts to turn the Normandy around, to evac Shepard and the strike team out of there. “I’m coming to get you,” he says seriously. 

“No. Don’t, Joker. Sovereign is—"

There’s a burst of gunfire and the sound of biotic detonations; from Kaidan or Liara, he can’t say. It doesn’t go on long as firefights go, but every second of it is awful. He can hear Shepard’s assault rifle firing as fast as she can pull the trigger. She swears breathlessly, and there's a long pause where her gun is silent, either from overheating or something more sinister. Kaidan’s heavy pistol, thudding like a hammer strike. More fizzy biotic noises. And Shepard’s gun starts up again, then slowly falls silent.

“Joker?” 

“I’m here.”

Shepard’s breathing hard, sounds like she’s running. “Listen carefully. I need you to head back to the Citadel.”

To the…

"I—" Joker shakes his head sharply, the sting of sweat in his eyes. “Say that again, Commander, I think I just had a stroke.”

“The Citadel, Joker. Raise the alarm. Sovereign is headed there. I don’t… I don’t have all the pieces. But you need to get there and stop it. I have to find the conduit.”

Joker feels a cold spear of ice in his chest. “You want me to leave you behind?”

Stranded. 

In dark space.

Behind a relay history has forgotten. 

Surrounded by ten thousand Geth.

“No…” Joker breathes. “Nope. I–– I’m not doing this again. Not after Virmire.”

“You’re not abandoning us, Joker. You’re saving the Citadel.” 

Right now, right in this moment, Joker gives two shits about the Citadel. Let it burn. He’s not leaving Shepard and Kaidan (and Liara!) alone on Ilos. Fuck no.

“Joker…”

The way she says his name sounds too much like she did standing in the cockpit of the Normandy. And for one brief, terrible moment he wishes he could rewind and hear what she had wanted to say to him.

“Get to the Citadel,” she says. “That’s an order. Go!”

Joker closes his eyes. “Going, Commander."

His hands move over the flight controls, propelling the Normandy away from Ilos, even as it breaks his heart.

No one should be able to say that he has no respect for the chain of command. Not with how he carves out a piece of himself with each unit of airspace he puts between himself and Shepard. By the time he reaches the relay tears are rolling down his cheeks, and there’s nothing but gunfire in his ears.

It’s sacrilegious to wish the crew luck during a mission. But he kisses his fingertips and presses them silently to the flight screen as the relay folds space around them, making everything start to blur. “You got this,” he whispers raggedly to them both. To himself. “You got this.”

But there's only the static of a lost connection humming in his ears.

[demelzathemer]

Rewatching Dead Boy Detectives for the 6th time and I STILL have so many thoughts, so let's do this

Episode 1

1. That's everything Crystal has on her for the rest of the season, right?

She must have had some money and her passport on that bag because she did change clothes and traveled half-way round the globe. But Jenny talks like Crystal doesn't have a credit card, so how much cash did she carry on her on a random day in the tube??

Well not enough to pay rent for the cheapest room in town when they arrived. (She wears a borrowed Tongue & Tail t-shirt from Jenny later, that's cute.)

I like how her original look is much darker and more mature, reflecting her mean girl personality. The long jacket later is still purple, but a light color with a colorful floral patterned turtleneck underneath.

(If she had her passport she has her full legal name and social security number to identify herself though-??)

2. I REALLY want to know what happened during those "two flights, one ferry ride" - where did the boys sit? Did Crystal buy a whole row of seats so they could sit together? (And was seen talking to herself alone the whole time lol)

Have the boys ever been on a plane (they haven't been on a ferry)? HOW DID EDWIN REACT... Please I want a fanfic

3. When they start investigating, Charles says to Crystal "I know you don't fancy this part, deep-diving into someone's brain. We can figure out another way if you'd like." Which is sweet, so Charles, but also, how did he know what she prefers? (They must have talked about it on the ferry ride.)

4. I thought it odd that Edwin would stumble out of the mirror, when he's always so careful and carries himself with such poise? But then I saw Kassius and Jayden, they both have the biggest grins on their faces just short of laughing. It's definitely a blooper, but George stayed in character so perfectly they left it in.

(George did confirm in an interview that due to Ghost Rules, the boys don't trip on treestumps etc, they would just phase through. So definitely not a scripted move.)

5. "Not exclusively my internet. (Charles laughs) I'll explain again later."

Crystal was the one that taught Edwin the concept of internet?? Did this happen on the ferry ride too??

6. THE VISUAL STORYTELLING. I'm obsessed how the costume department specifically adds visual cues to the boys' wardrobe depending on their emotional state.

We all know Charles' polo darkens when he goes through tough times, only returning to his original bright red after they're back from Hell. We understand that Edwin being in his Edwardian undergarments in the confession scene makes it so emotionally raw and vulnerable.

We don't see Edwin without his coat after they arrive in Port Townsend. There's the scene in the beginning when it's just him and Charles at home in their office, where we can see him without it. He can be his real self there, because he's safe and comfortable.

The heavy coat is Edwin's armor, a visual metaphora of the emotional walls he puts up against the world. He always wears it around Crystal.

Here, in the upstairs, where the topic of David upsets Edwin and he storms off.

Yet right after, we see him without it! I believe ghosts appearance may change to reflect their emotional state (or maybe Edwin just shucked it off, who knows)

It's a fantastic scene altogether but just by his clothes we can see that's he's being vulnerable with Crystal for the first time. I only noticed this detail now and I love it.

(In the next scene of making their plan together Edwin is still wearing this look. We can see they're not enemies anymore, but a team.)

7. When Crystal agrees and offers peace, Edwin actually *looks at Charles* for confirmation. He's out of his element here and needs his support. Charles is the one who knows how to hande people, so Edwin doesn't make any decisions before checking with him. Edwin only forgives Crystal when he sees Charles had approved of her.

(After he does, he glances back at Charles again, like he still needed that last bit of validation that he did the right thing.)

Their bond is so strong. There's always consideration for the other, whatever they do. The acting is also incredible.

Nonverbal communication has a huge role in this series, as much as the dialogue does. So many things are conveyed with just looks and sighs and the many close-up shots that make us emotionally connect with the characters.

8. Charles having beef with Monty right at the start will never not be funny. "Everyone likes me eventually." It's just a bird.

Even on top of the list of his day's heroic feats is "smack-talking a crow." I love him sm

+ As a bonus, look at this gorgeous shot of Charles with the neon light reflecting on his earring. Chef's kiss

[ladylooch]

Lio and liv having full blown meltdowns over Timo having to leave them for a road trip one day

Timo knew it was going to be a day when him and Emma woke up before any of the babies. 

Liv is typically an early riser and if she isn’t up with the sun in the morning, something is up. The thought of heading out of town and his little girl being sick sucks. But, it did allow Emma and Timo to sneak in some much needed one on one time in the form of soft, quiet morning sex. 

He wouldn’t trade that for anything. 

By the time Timo left for practice, all the kids were up. He expected to see Lio at school when he came back and was glad he at least got to have breakfast with him before he headed off to the rink for practice.

But when he gets home, he is immediately greeted by a teary, upset Lee on the couch with Emma.

“Tears?” 

Emma looks at Timo over her shoulder and grimaces.

“Yeah. We have some feels…” She hesitated for a moment. “About you leaving today. And we couldn’t do school today.”

Dread fills Timo’s stomach. 

“Also, those feelings have been transferred to our daughter.” Emma continues as Timo comes to join them on the couch. He opens his arms for Lio to crawl into. He focuses on Lio because looking at a sobbing Liv hurts more than being checked from behind into the boards. 

Timo sighs heavily, burying his nose into Lio’s head.

“I don’t want you to go.” His son whispers, shattering Timo’s heart more. 

“I know, buddy.” Timo tries. “What would help?”

“Can I go with you?”

“Me too!” Liv hiccups. She starts to crawl off Emma as she inhales through her gasping sobs.

“Babies aren’t allowed on the road.” Timo says regretfully, gathering his daughter into his chest too. 

While he gets her settled, Liam’s monitor starts to sing, alerting them that one of the twins is awake. Emma disappears upstairs to tend to him, then wake Logan for snack time. 

Meanwhile, Timo soothes his older kids through their various requests. Some of them he can do like promising a few extra FaceTime calls and watching a movie together one of the nights. Others he can’t like Liv insisting that she is small enough to go in his suitcase.

“They won’t notice!” Timo kisses her cheek. Her innocence is so pure and sweet; he can’t bare to break it again. 

After getting a few smiles and giggles from each baby, he thinks everything has been smoothed over until he comes down an hour later with his packet bags and travel suit on. All the forward progress evaporates with the visual of Timo’s impending travel.

“No!” Lio wails.

Liv slaps her head onto the table and begins to shriek. The twins, calm for once, look shocked at their older siblings reaction. Timo gathers up both kids again, trying to reason with them as much as he can. The minutes tick down, making his shoulders tighten with worry that he’s going to be late for the plane. It’s the strictest rule of the team to never miss a flight or hold the plane. His worried blue eyes meet Emma’s sympathetic ones.

“It’s not going to get better.” She whispers with understanding. “I know you’re used to tying up your lose ends before you go, but it’s not going to happen today.”

“I hate this. I don’t want to leave them like this. Or you.”

“I know. And that’s enough for it to be okay, T.” She assures him. “Go.”

“Okay, babes. I have to go.” The crying increases. “I know this isn’t what any of us want, but sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do because other people are counting on us. I love you. Please be good for mama. We will talk tonight before bed.” 

Liv and Lio melt to the wood floor, screaming louder at being physically disconnected from their dad. Timo goes to give kisses to the other babies and Emma, then steps back over his two older children still sobbing. He could snap the handle of his luggage with how tightly he grips it in his fist. 

Fuck, this is hard. 

He swallows, then gives his wife an empathetic smile before heading out to his car. 

He’ll be leaving New Jersey in under an hour, but his heart will stay right here in his rear view mirror.

[bekolxeram]

7x03 analysis part 1 — Everything Air Ops

I promised helicopters, so now we get helicopters. I want to look into how Air Operations work in the 9-1-1 universe, in comparison to its real life counterpart in this first part. Then, I will try to figure out the location and intensity of "hurricane Ethel" during the clandestine operation in the second part. And finally, I will prove how risky it is to fly a helicopter into a storm and why Tommy deserves every bit of his Medal of Valor.

Location

Real!LAFD Air Ops operate (Station 114) out of Van Nuys Airport (VNY/KVNY). It's not only one the busiest general aviation airports in the world, it's also smack dab in between major green areas of the city of LA itself.

This location makes perfect sense in real life. Air Ops might get the occasional highway car wreck or urban structural fire calls, but most of their missions still consist of wildfire suppression and rural search and rescue. Being based at Van Nuys makes sure they can respond to emergency in a timely fashion.

in the 9-1-1 universe, the LAFD Air Ops are based at "Harbor Station", or Station 217. (Harbor and 217 are the same station, Chimney especially asked if Tommy was still at the 217 in 2x14 when requesting air support, unless the 911-verse LAFD has 2 different air operation units, which I highly doubt.) Obviously it has to be at an airport, because that's where the hangers and helipads are, and going by "harbor" I can only speculate that it's in the Harbor Region of LA.

The only non-military airport in the LA Harbor Region is Long Beach Airport (LGB/KLGB), but it's quite a busy commercial airport, probably not a good one to run emergency services from. There's also the Zamperini Field (TOA/KTOA) nearby in Torrance, although not exactly inside the Harbor Region, it's coastal and close enough to the 2 LA ports I guess? Feel free to create a whole new airport using your imagination though, as you know 9-1-1 is set in an alternate universe where geography and physics work differently.

Helicopters

The LAFD Air Ops have 5 medium (FIRE 1-5) and 2 light duty (FIRE 6/7) helicopters, you've heard Tommy in 7x04. Everything applies to the real world counterpart, but the medium type that real!Air Ops operate is AgustaWestland AW139, the Italian-made medium sized twin-engine helicopter with a 5-blade main rotor primed for emergency response and off-shore oil rig transportation.

It has auto-pilot, an anti-icing system for harsh weather and even auto-hover suitable for hoist rescue missions. In a passenger transport configuration, it can carry up to 15 passengers in a 3 row seating plan. In an SAR (search and rescue) configuration though, the middle row can be removed for gurney space. It's big and powerful enough to transport multiple patients, but at the same time, light and agile enough to get into difficult terrain.

The AW139 is designed to be flown by 2 pilots, flying solo is also possible, but only under VFR (Visual Flight Rules), with an additional certification, which LAFD pilots can and do. To fly it under IFR (Instrument Flight Rules), it always requires 2 pilots according to the FAA last time I checked.

The light helicopter type real!LAFD flies is the Bell 505 Jet Ranger X, a single engine twin-blade made in Canada. It's an relatively new airframe, set to replace the aging Bell 206, which the LAFD used to operate. It's quite a bit smaller than the AW139, it can only fit 1 pilot and 4 passengers.

While it's perfectly capable of carrying a Bambi bucket to assist with aerial firefighting missions, it's mainly used as a training aircraft for new pilots and HLCO (Helicopter Coordinator) when there is a major catastrophe that requires on-the-site air traffic coordination.

These are all brand new and sophisticated aircrafts that a mere TV channel can't get their hands on without a government budget. So for 911!LAFD Air Ops, ABC went to their usual helicopter service company for prop aircrafts.

Helinet Aviation provides all sorts of helicopter services from aerial journalism, medevac, delivery to regular chartering. All the 911!Air Ops scenes in 7x03 and 7x04 are naturally filmed in the Helinet hanger, for convenience's sake, at VNY, just a runway across from real!Air Ops.

911!Air Ops

Helinet hangar Street View

I believe I've identified all the helicopters shown in 7x03 and 7x04, but let's get the 2 in the background which probably do not belong to 911!Air Ops out of the way:

N72EH, a Sikorsky S76C++, still in its Boston MedFlight livery. Sold to Helinet in 2022, possible used as a medevac vehicle currently? Unlikely to have anything to do with 911!Air Ops, probably just happened to be in the background to make it seem like there were many helicopters.

The one Tommy flies Eddit to Vegas in is N67TV, an Eurocopter AS350B2 Écureuil (aka squirrel). No fire department would ever let employees take their expensive equipment out for a joy ride so it's likely that in universe, Tommy rented it from somewhere outside of the station. IRL though, according to this forum post, it's used as a backup helicopter for all its customer news stations, but also any TV or film production purposes outside of journalism.

Now, for the one seen in the hangar, therefore explicitly belonging to 911!LAFD:

N29HD, also an AS350B2, also a news helicopter. According to this reddit comment, it used to be shared between CBS and FOX, but now it seems to be configured as a dedicated aircraft for ABC7.

The one the who cares gang stole to rescue Bobby and Athena though has a fake registration number on it:

You just have to look up Helinet's fleet, and you will see this is obviously a DHL livery, and it's quite easy to find out that this is actually:

N211FN, an AS350B1 (so an even older variant than the previous two), operated on behalf of DHL for package delivery service.

Don't get me wrong, the AStar (how the AS350 is called in the US) is a versatile and reliable aircraft. It the 4th most produced rotorcraft in the world, someone even managed to land one on top of Mount Everest. But it's kind of small? It can seat only up to 5 passengers with 1 pilot, and there is hardly room left for any gear. There is also no space for stretcher, so anyone they rescue would have to sit upright. It's just not very realistic.

I have no idea what medium duty helicopters 911!Air Ops operate, we're unlikely to see them in the future. There is this Bell 205 in 4x12 Treasure Hunt, but it clearly says L.A County Rescue on the tail.

Pilots

Real!Air Ops pilots wear beige flight suits, it's the aeromedics who wear blue, and helitac crews wear orange. I'm not complaining too much though, Tommy looks good in blue. (I think the chief pilot wears dark blue, but I'm not sure.)

Helicopter pilots in general usually wear helmets, in case a particularly strong pocket of turbulence slams you against the body of the aircraft, or a bird decide to fly through the windshield into your face, but I get that it gets in the way of the camera, so I'm just gonna enjoy Tommy's beautiful face.

Real!Air Ops pilots work on a 24/48 shift schedule just like any platoon firefighters. Due to the danger of pilot fatigue on aviation safety, they do try to limit their continuous flight time to 6 hours before taking a prolong break.

There are 5 levels of pilots: pilot I (trainee), pilot II (probational), pilot III (full pilot), pilot IV (lead pilot) and pilot V (chief pilot). The chief pilot oversees the entire Air Ops and work on a 10 hour per day, 4 days a week schedule. The rest of the pilots are put into 3 shifts, each shift with a pilot IV, 2 pilot IIIs and 2 trainees/probies, together with 4 aeromedics. (Can't find the most updated version, the lastest one I can get my hands on is from 2022, so good enough?) Therefore Tommy's Bobby would not be a captain, it would be a lead pilot.

I've already explained in detail the timeline of Tommy's career as a firefighting pilot, but here is the short version of it: Once accepted into the LAFD pilot training program, he would have to train with the LAPD for 180 hours then back to the LAFD for 200 hours, that takes around 2 years, and by then he would be a probie. After that, he would have to slowly build up flight hours then train and certify for all types of missions on the medium duty helicopter, that would take another 2-3 years, and after that he would be promoted to a pilot III, which is probably the rank he holds now.

We can see from the form Hen submitted in 7x03 that she initially asked for Lucy as their pilot, as she's forgotten that Tommy also worked there. Fortunately Chimney called Tommy, as Lucy most likely would've still been a probie if not just a trainee.

Melton

I have no idea who he is.

I can sort of see his badge says "firefighter"? At real!Air Ops, everyone wears a flight suit as uniform, so that they can hop into a chopper in an emergency. I don't know what a dude in a regular uniform with the regular LAFD patch on his arm doing there.

Tommy's arm has the Air Ops helicopter patch on it.

Real!Station 114 though do have a crash unit staffed with regular firefighters, maybe Melton is with them? But then, why is he doing with Hen's helicopter requisition?

[technovillain]

I keep thinking about the skills from "DE but psychonauts" but with original names and what they are for… mmm, any ideas? just interesting :333

Let me spitball some here, cuz I had a lot of fun naming my fan skill set and i really loved ur post >:)

sasha's logic could be "principle" - his reliance on internal rules and principles, strict belief on the correct way that a sane mind should function cassie's encyclopedia could be "mindswarm" - straightforward, but the concept of mindswarm already feels like a cool DE skill, connecting to others through the collective unconscious ford's rhetoric could be "fracture" - referring of course to his many different versions, he speaks as many men, providing what each area requires of him gloria's drama could be "limelight" - limelight makes direct reference to both her actual stage experience, to the thing that caused her instability, and to the mental item that causes her mood swings edgar's conceptualization could be "muse" - his paintings and his mind both focus in his artistic inspiration on a single figure, his artistic vision is streamlined, and obsessive. helmut's visual calculus could be "odyssey" - his psychodyssey, obviously, but also his epic tale, the nature of exploration as a key nature of how his mind functions

otto's volition could be "automata" - otto's mind is explicitly said to be expressed through the creation of automated devices, his enigmatic nature and commitment to his image makes him an automaton of sorts too... fred's inland empire could be "ancêtre" - his ancestry is what lives inside him and his ability to access the thoughts of his ancestors (if only through his anxieties) guides his real-world decisions milla's empathy could be "pulse" - like music, like a heartbeat. milla's compassion is like a warm hug, inviting everyone in to be close to her heart. truman's authority could be "vanguard" - the devotion to his organization, the acting pioneer of the development of the psychic world. hollis/interns esprit de corps could be "centre nerveux" - referencing of course the nerve center at the motherlobe, but also how hollis' insight is what often controls the arms and legs of the organization. gristol's suggestion could be "masque" - his ability to hide his identity for an extended period of time and infiltrate, his ability to convince others that he was who he said he was

compton's endurance could be "powderkeg" - holding in his explosive nature, keeping all his worries to himself. loboto's pain threshold could be "stitching" - referring to his scarring, the way that he is coming apart at the seams, his affinity for pain and suffering, and the imagery with the torn stuffed animals in his mind. coach oleander's physical instrument could be "blueprint" - his always physical approach to situations is to build something new. he always relies on something mechanical to lift him up, mentally and literally. bob's electrochemistry could be "blight" - in reference to plant decay, the reliance on what is destroying you for nourishment boyd's shivers could be "voyant" - his fear of being watched, his all-knowing mindset of conspiracies and red thread maligula's half light could be "flood" - clears the area, gives everyone no chance of survival. a play on the "fight or flight" of half-light, when she goes flood mode, there's really no way out

queepie's hand-eye-coordination could be "evasion" - his "now you see him, now you don't" way of getting around, speed is a key, but so are psychic factors, right? donatella's perception could be "reflection chamber" - her preoccupation with keeping up appearances for the family, keeping everyone in line, keeping the brand appearance palatable, and the "mother knows best"/"eyes on the back of your head" concepts both mirtala's reaction speed could be "backflip" - her desire for attention, to be seen by her family as talented dion's savoir faire could be "aplomb" - his constant need to keep up with the social graces of the family, his need to look impressive and effortless frazie's interfacing could be "diversion" - for the way she diverts attention away from herself as a means of protection. like chucking a rock, or maybe a flaming pinecone into a room to make a noise so she can sneak by under the radar. augustus' composure could be "lockbox" - for the way that he keeps a large tenet of his identity locked away with no intent of opening it and grows to accept it as a part of him that he will never reveal, and also for the secret information packed inside his mind, waiting to be unlocked

[mostlysignssomeportents]

A year in illustration (2024), Part three

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/12/07/great-kepplers-ghost/art-adjacent

Part one

Part two

Live Nation/Ticketmaster is buying Congress

I had a lot of fun scouring Victorian woodcuts for cool tentacles to add to this image. The garish concert lights in the background were a fun find – I was halfway through using them when I realized that the image came from my old pal Matt Biddulph, who has many claims to fame, but my favorite is that he once sarcastically called the area in Hackney where some tech startups were clustered "Silicon Roundabout" and then experienced the monkey's paw curse of having the government turn this into an official designation.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/30/nix-fix-the-tix/#something-must-be-done-there-we-did-something

(Image: Matt Biddulph, CC BY-SA 2.0; Flying Logos, CC BY-SA 4.0; modified)

The specific process by which Google enshittified its search

Around April, I realized I needed a visual signifier for "enshittified Google" – I created a cartoon mascot with the head of a poop emoji, colored in the original Google logo colors. I put him into "The Junior Partner Speaks," an old ad for Pacific Woolens and Worsteds, which I've since used several times:

https://craphound.com/images/juniorpartner.jpg

I'm very fond of using the homely old original Google logo as a way to differentiate pre-enshittificatory Google from modern, enshittocene Google.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/24/naming-names/#prabhakar-raghavan

Podcasting "Capitalists Hate Capitalism"

Real Gilded Age corruption-heads will instantly recognize the editorial cartoon image of Boss Tweed as a suited figure with a sack of money for a head; his body language is impeccable, conveying a sneering disregard for decency and others' wellbeing. He works very well inserted into this tapestry of feudal peasants threshing grain.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/18/in-extremis-veritas/#the-winnah

No, "convenience" isn't the problem

It's stupidly, unnecessarily hard to find hi-rez scans of Rube Goldberg cartoons online, but this one is perfect and it was a delight to lovingly crop out all its little details. Throw in Cryteria's HAL 9000 and a Matrix code waterfall and you've got a perfect image of the complex, hostile traps of digital systems.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/12/give-me-convenience/#or-give-me-death

The unexpected upside of global monopoly capitalism

This one's pretty subtle! I mostly just added the monocle, mustache and top-hat to the fallen head of Goliath in Bosse's 17th century engraving of the triumphant David. The planet Earth in David's sling is a NASA image and thus in the public domain.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/10/an-injury-to-one/#is-an-injury-to-all

How to shatter the class solidarity of the ruling class

Goodness, but "canceled" is a tedious cliche. If you must describe someone being ejected from polite society, please consider the far more delightful "defenestrated," not least because the many paintings and etchings of The Defenestration of Prague gives us a lot of public domain visual material to work with when illustrating such events.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/08/money-talks/#bullshit-walks

(Image: KMJ, CC BY-SA 3.0, modified)

General Mills and cheaply bought "dietitians" co-opted the anti-diet movement

The minute I saw this unsourced midcentury commercial illustration of a scientist working in a chem lab, I knew I'd get a lot of mileage out of it; I spent a long flight productively slicing it onto layers so that I could replace his head and put arbitrary objects in his flask:

https://craphound.com/images/labflask.jpg

I've used him before, but putting the Trix rabbit's head on him and sticking a box of Cocoa Puffs in the flask worked great.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/05/corrupt-for-cocoa-puffs/#flood-the-zone-with-shit

Too big to care

I spent the whole flight to SXSW last year slicing up a super hi-rez (10,000px wide!) image of Hieronymus Bosch's "Garden of Earthly Delights," slicing out individual demons, with special attention to the hoof-footed, anus-baring demon in a hat with a whole secret demonic clubhouse in its rectal cavity. At the end of that flight, I had a very funny conversation with my perplexed seatmate, who was dying to know what the actual fuck I was working on.

The background here is made up of desaturated, magnified brushstrokes from Van Gogh's "Starry Night."

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/04/teach-me-how-to-shruggie/#kagi

Red Lobster was killed by private equity, not Endless Shrimp

I inserted a rogue's gallery of "evil boss types" from various editorial cartoons into this vintage Red Lobster ad, including Boss Tweed, an impatient guy from a midcentury John Falter commercial illustration, possibly for a radio station (?) and a William Gropper sketch for a cartoon making fun of the business lobby's opposition to the New Deal.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/23/spineless/#invertebrates

You were promised a jetpack by liars

The newsie with the great grin makes a reappearance in this one, beneath a jetpack flyer taken from a 1928 Amazing Stories cover by R Frank Paul. The control panel is one of several midcentury electronics consoles I've spent idle hours cropping out (this one comes from a Schlitz ad depicting a HAM radio enthusiast). The hypnotic head is from the October, 1953 cover of Doll-Man, likely by Reed Crandall. I started playing around with halftoning with this one, on the background, as a way of hiding the JPEG artifacts that emerged when I uprezzed small source images. It worked really well.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/17/fake-it-until-you-dont-make-it/#twenty-one-seconds

AI "art" and uncanniness

I was so happy with how the extra fingers on this Victorian woodcut of a hand on a Oujia board planchette came out. And the green tinting worked perfectly with the Code Waterfall background.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/13/spooky-action-at-a-close-up/#invisible-hand

Part four

[satinekryzeweek]

It's super exciting to see a character focus week that isn't ship centric or doesn't feel unwelcoming to smaller, usually queen ships, or alternative headcanons that don't fit Canon or main stream fanon.

(If you know you know)

Satine has grown on me entirely because of friends though I'm still learning all the related lore.

The Mandalorian women like Satine, Ursa, Bo, the Armorer and Sabine are some of favorite characters so I'd love to see more about her. (Are there any Satine or even Bo books? Comics? Anything?!)

I wish everyone luck and hope to see more Satine content in Jan!

Hi Revan,

We're happy to see Satine love growing!

The good and bad news regarding Satine Kryze: there isn't much canon content for her out there. It's sad because we would all love to know more about her character, but at the same time, minimal backstory means there is a lot of room for everyone to develop their own complex fanon lore.

To help everyone prepare for Satine Kryze Week, we've put together a collection of official Star Wars content and fan made resources that feature her! The list is quite long, so we've put it under the cut to spare everyone's dash.

OFFICAL PUBLICATIONS (CANON & LEGENDS)

1. The Comprehensive Guide to the Star Wars Galaxy (2024) Contains data entries for almost every character featured in Star Wars. This book will be released on November 19.

2. Star Wars: Timelines (2023) Briefly discusses the Mandalorian Civil Wars, the events of Master & Apprentice, and the Siege of Mandalore.

3. The Clone Wars: Character Encyclopedia (2021) Features multiple pages of Satine and Bo-Katan Kryze.

4. Star Wars: Battles that Changed the Galaxy (2021) Details multiple battles and wars involving the Mandalore system, including those that occurred during Satine's life.

5. The Clone Wars: Stories of Light and Dark (2020) Two short stories briefly mention Satine Kryze. Dark Vengeance: The True Story of Darth Maul and His Revenge Against the Jedi Known as Obi-Wan Kenobi and Kenobi's Shadow.

6. Master & Apprentice (2019) A novel that covers Obi-Wan's time as a padawan under Qui-Gon Jinn, with mentions to their shared time on Mandalore with Satine.

7. Rise of the Separatists (2019) Era sourcebook for Fantasy Flight Games' Star Wars roleplaying game system, covering the first half of the Clone Wars.

8. Collapse of the Republic (2019) Era sourcebook for Fantasy Flight Games' Star Wars roleplaying game system, covering the second half of the Clone Wars.

9. Star Wars: Women of the Galaxy (2018) Art of Satine on her throne is included, and a new version comes out April 2025.

10. Star Wars Propaganda: A History of Persuasive Art in the Galaxy (2016) Includes art related to the Neutral Systems and Mandalore.

11. Star Wars: Galactic Atlas (2016) Multiple pages dedicated to Mandalore's history.

12. Darth Maul - Son of Dathomir 3 (2014) Comic that covers Maul's time on Mandalore, brief references to Satine.

13. The Bounty Hunter Code (2013) Contains the Death Watch Manifesto at the end, which includes Legends/Expanded Universe Mandalorian lore.

FAN MADE RESOURCES

1. @fox-trot They have done an incredible job archiving the best bits of published Mandalorian lore from across all SW media! We highly recommend her mandalorian tag.

2. @supertaliart They put together an amazing guide on Mandalorian language and culture! If you're a visual learner, it's perfect for you.

3. @ranahan This account has poured hours of love and time into compiling every piece of information they can on Mando'a. Check out their masterlist for a complete breakdown on the language.

Thank you for making it to the end of this list! It's far from complete or comprehensive, but we hope it helps. If anyone else has resources they'd like to share or books they would recommend, feel free to share in the comments below 💙

Can't wait for the event (January 27-31 2025) to celebrate Satine with all of you! For anyone who missed it, check out our Rules and About for more information too 🌸 We'll be sharing older fandom works featuring Satine leading up to to the week using #pre event showcase as well!