#crashed airplane

[dronescapesvideos]

Messerschmitt Bf 109E-4 possibly based in Guernsey, shot down over Margate, Kent in September 1940. Bf 109 VIDEO ➤➤ https://youtu.be/0NVwVwNqi_4

#youtube #aircraft #airplane #ww2 #wwii #aviation #military #documentary #dronescapes #bf 109 #messerschmitt #battle of britain #britain #wwii germany #luftwaffe #aviation history #aviation photography #captured #air crash #crashed airplane #ww2 history #wwii history

[meruz]

how it feels to be at the airport during the holidays

#meruzart #original #im kind of on an annual holiday illustration streak #cw airplane #cw plane crash #bonus points to anyone who can tell which airport i referenced LOL

[skeleticals]

"because even if you tell me I can't trust you I'm gonna keep trusting you" ok well what if I EAT THEM BOTH ALIVE. What then huh.

#qsmp #chatter #I hope they explode. I hope an airplane crashes onto them. I'm gonna put them both in a blender and drink them #spiderbit

[thejoobiestnerd]

So I may have binged the entirety of the Houseki no Kuni manga. Anyways, have some memes I made:

And a non-inverse colour version of the second meme:

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #a lot of manga panels are more meme-able then we first think #houseki no shitpost #houseki no kuni was a car crash #followed by a pile-up. then an airplane crash. which hit a neuclear power plant #and I think I loved every second of it #I need to put phos in a box and shake them around- then sit them down near a fireplace with a warm blanket and a mug of hot cocoa #the ship of Theseus is strong with this one #anyways Joob ramblin tags again #Houseki no Kuni is 105 chapters not for the weak willed or of poor horror-tolerance #you will question the human condition

[one-thousand-and-one-fandoms]

Inspired by @mdoodlerfandomart 's Coalition Lance AU.

~~~

The Voltron team was in a somber mood as they made their way back to Earth. Pidge a bit less so, because she was so looking forward to seeing her mom and dad, but even that only served to remind her that one of their own wouldn't be coming home to his family. The Voltron team had a Lance shapped hole in their ranks and everyone was feeling his absence.

Coran missed the incesant chatter from the coms which Lance had usually initiated, and Allura missed their gossip beauty sessions. Shiro had an immense amount of guilt over Lance's capture, despite technically not having been there when it happened. He contantly wondered if his clone had somehow set Lance up in an ambush, and hated that his memories of that time were disjointed and blurry at best.

Pidge busied herself by radioing every ship and planet within distance to ask if they had seen a man, tall, brown skin and blue eyed, but everyone she could get in contact with said no. (On the plus side of this process, though, they did discover that the Coalition seemed to be in good hands, so that was a relief, at least.)

Hunk kept a small notebook where he drafter hundreds, if not thousands, of ways in which he might have to break the news to Lance's family that their son, brother, cousin, uncle, etc., was MIA, likely presumed dead. None of them were completed because Hunk inevitably broke down in tears every time before he could finish any of them.

And Keith... well, Keith kept holding onto hope that Lance was alive, somewhere in the wide universe. He simply refused to believe that Lance was dead. The team kept telling him he was in denial, but it was the only thing that kept him going. Otherwise he didn't think he'd be able to function. He often played with one of Lance's necklaces that Keith now wore and wondered about his whereabouts.

If he was in a good mood, Lance had escaped to a planet of peaceful aliens and awaited rescue. It was his greatest, most indulgent daydream that they defeated the Galra once and for all and Keith led a rescue mission to find Lance, found him and brought him home. However, if he was in a bad mood, he tended to imagine progressively worse case scenarios that left him on the verge of a panic attack and spiralling. It was the uncertainity that got to him and wore him down.

As the Earth finally appeared in front of them, Red and Blue picked up speed and went ahead of the rest to spearhead the formation. It was a bit unusual, but the Paladins didn't have the energy to question it. There were a lot of mixed emotions in the group and they were absolutely exhausted in every way that mattered. The comms were quiet. Each Paladin was lost in their thoughts, and their missing Paladin weighed heavily in their minds.

Suddenly, as they entered the Earth's athmosphere, the comms began to crackle.

"Earth to Voltron, do you copy?"

Every single one of the Paladins startled in their seat and their eyes widened in disbelief. They turned on their comms and cameras. They all looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost. Hunk was the first to break the silence.

"Was that...?"

"Earth to Voltron, do you copy?" the voice repeated and this time Keith yanked the radio out of its base as his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

"Lance?! Voltron to Earth, we copy. Lance, is that you?!" Keith yells into the receiver.

"Keith?! Oh my gosh, you're alive!" Lance exclaimed on the other side.

"What do you mean I'm alive? You're alive!" Keith retorted and he couldn't help the smile on his face or the tears in his eyes.

Just then they received a notification of an incoming live transmission that Pidge immediately accepted. A new screen popped up in front of them and there he was, alive and breathing, the one and only, Lance McClain.

On the screen, he laughed incredulously as he wiped at his eyes and said, "Hey guys, it's been a while."

What followed was chaos: everyone began talking at the same time, raising their voices to be heard above the others, and asked all sorts of questions wanting to know how Lance ended up on Earth, how he escaped the Galra, was he okay, he he seen their families, were they okay and the cockpit descended into pandemonium as Lance valiantly attempted to answer all of them.

Keith, however, was quietly taking in and just looking at his boyfriend after years of holoscreens and memories. Lance was no longer a lanky, awkward teen. He'd filled out: his shoulders broadened and, while still thin, he seemed to have gained a lot of muscle. His face had sharpened and Keith could see a bit of stubble on his chin and cheeks. He had a few new scars, too. He was also wearing a Garrison unifform, with a few medals in it.

"Keith?" Lance asked, and Keith realized he'd just missed most of the conversation. Keith smiled.

"Hey, sharpshooter," he replied. Lance sent him a flirty smirk in return.

"What? Did you miss me?"

"You have no idea," Keith answered and didn't care if he was being sappy in front of the Paladins and however many people were in the command center. Lance chucked wetly and his gaze softened.

"We're ready for you to land. Unfortunately, our hangars aren't anywhere near large enough for the lions, but there's an open field right outside. Crew members will be waiting for you in their vehicles to bring you to base. There are some people here who can't wait to see you guys!"

Keith raised an eyebrow. Lance looked, and sounded, so mature... so professional. It was hard to believe he was the same goofball he fell in love with.

"How come you're at the helm?" he asked. Lance smirked, but it was Pidge who answered.

"If you hadn't been so busy making oogly eyes at him, you would have heard that he's the head of the coalition. You know, the one we've hearing about," she snarked with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Wait, for real?!" Keith exclaimed.

Lance gasped and grabbed his chest in a wounded gesture, "You heathen! Can you sound a little less surprised? Do you really have so little faith in me? You wound me!"

Someone out of shot of camera in the command center said something to Lance that the Paladins didn't manage to catch. Lance's reaction, though, was telling enough. He scoffed in mock offense and replied, "You take that back!"

Keith laughed. It was nice to see his Lance in this new, grown version of him. He asked, "How did that even happen?"

Lance scoffed again and rolled his eyes, "Again, it's a very long story and I don't want to clutter the frequency. You're welcome to come for dinner at mine's and I'll tell you all about it." Lance winked.

"Fine," Keith relented.

"Transmission over," Lance said and his screen disappeared. Only then did Keith pay attention to the looks of awe and joy in the rest of the Paladins. Hunk was even openly crying and babbling about how glad he was that Lance was okay. Keith felt the same.

It was as if a stone had been lifted off of his chest and now he could breathe! Liquid fire poured through his veins and, for the first time in a long while, he felt like he could battle a hundred cruiseships and win! Red purred in his mind, and Keith was transported back to the very first time he flew red, before the war and their losses had worn down his excitment and passion for flying a sentinent lion in space. He smirked.

"Race you," he said, and sped down towards the Earth at full speed. Red happily obliged.

"You cheat!" Pidge yelled and gave chess.

Hunk followed with an indignant, "Hey!"

Allura, Shiro and Coran laughed joyously and tried to catch up.

Keith didn't care all that much, to be honest. He had a very pressing reunion to get to, after all.

~~~

I hope you liked it! It's just a scene, and it doesn't encompass a lot of events but I wanted to focus on the characters. I'd like to explore other scenes, perhaps later, from Lance's POV on Earth or maybe Keith's POV when he first finds out Lance is missing until they exit the time dilation worm hole thingy.

Let me know what you think!✌🏼

#Coalition Lance AU #voltron legendary defender #lance mcclain #keith kogane #pidge holt #hunk garrett #takashi shirogane #princess allura #coran #i haven't watched season 7 and 8 in years so forgive the inaccuracies #i have been listening to a lot of airplane cockpit recorders and plane crashes videos so... #I'm no aeronautical expert nor pilot nor engineer nor an astronaut #there's room for a lot of angst in this au but I wanted something more heartwarming #I may write the angst later #klance

[scooby-doo-exploration]

cho-yongchul - Take-off, ouch…

#planes #airplanes #take off #accidents #crashes #gifs #cho-yongchul #boats & planes & trains

[grandmoments]

Airplane! (1980)

#airplane movie #airplane! #crash positions #aircraft crash #80s #movie #movies #film #films #funny #comedy #hilarious #humor #gif #gifset

[hikarry]

Aziraphale likes to be helpful and hates watching humans suffer, as any good angel should. Yet, I don't believe he has permission from Gabriel to interfere and save humans during catastrophes, even if he could. He is sent places to observe and report. Any help he provides is under his own volition.

So just picture how he must have felt when those instances started pilling up. Cain. The Flood. Jesus.

Slowly but surely his incapacity starts to affect him.

How he must have felt, let's say, during plagues.

The Black Plague, for example.

He was sent to Britain to observe, but he can't help it but offer his assistance as a doctor. He can't outright cure them, but he can try to do it without using miracles and offer comfort all the while.

Still, that's not enough.

Many pass by his hand, slowly and painfully dying, covering him in blood and other body fluids.

He tries his best to bring them peace in their final moments, but what good does that do? He could cure them. With a snap of his fingers, he could cure them, but Heaven doesn't let him interfere, and he can't help but feel utterly useless. And that's how Crowley finds him. He was also in Britain, surreptitiously lending a helping hand the best he could, when he came across an exhausted and lost Aziraphale.

He sits across from the angel at a tavern without a word, the angel looking at his own hands while Crowley observed him.

"It's not your fault." He finally says and watches as Aziraphale closes his hands into fists.

"Isn't it?"

"Heaven is stopping you. If something, they are the ones to blame."

They fall into silence again for a few moments. It's uncomfortable and awkward but Crowley endures it.

"Was it a child?"

Aziraphale takes a deep breath and nods, before finally looking up at him.

"She couldn't be older than 4. She just...her skin turned black so fast i myself could barely keep track. Her mother kept crying, begging me to save her, but..." He closes his eyes, swallowing dry. "I could have. I could have saved her. Instead, I let a child slowly decay in her mother's arms." Crowley reached out much out of instinct, touching his fingertips to the back of Aziraphale's right hand. "I can't take it anymore. I can't just watch them die when I literally have the solution in my fingertips, Crowley."

After a few beats of silence, the demon answered:

"Tell you what, leave the healing to me." Aziraphale eyes snapped open. "I'm not as good as an angel in the healing department, but I can do something. At the very least, buy them time. You will only have to worry about guiding them through it."

The angel moves his hand away from his touch.

"Out of the question! You will get in trouble."

Crowley shrugs, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

"Hell isn't really keeping track of miracles. I've been helping for weeks now. The only thing changing would be us sticking together and sharing the workload."

"...are you certain?"

"Would I offer if I wasn't?"

And that was the plan. They didn't save all, but they saved more than they would have if they didn't join forces. And, be assured, Crowley did get in trouble, but Aziraphale didn't need to know about that.

Wars? All the same.

Take Queen Anne's War, for example.

Aziraphale is ordered by Heaven to side with the British and Crowley sides with the French.

In a war, it's kill or be killed, and even though he was originally built to be a soldier, he stays as far away from the battlefield as he can. Instead, he takes his place as a nurse and helps the wounded soldiers as best he can.

Humans had somewhat developed their medical skills, so most of them were saved. If something, they had to cut a limb here and there, but as long as the human remained alive, that was all Aziraphale cared about.

Until one day, the hospital flooded with patients. The French had invaded an English camp and massacred most of them. Many died that day, even though Aziraphale could have easily snapped his fingers and closed wounds, stitching flesh together as new. His white clothes soon became a shade of dark red with all the dried human blood, and his hands were equally as tainted.

It was a young man, barely 16, that tipped him off the edged. He yelled, begging everyone not to let him die. He was terrified, holding onto Aziraphale's clothes and crying, just begging to be saved. And Aziraphale could have saved him. Just a snap. Yet instead, he had his hands deep in a chest wound, trying to stitch muscle together the human way. The blood was oozing out of the man's body, and his pleas grew weaker and weaker but always erratic and desperate. Suddenly, the boy reached out to Aziraphale's shirt and, with a vice grip, pulled him closer. The angel stopped what he was doing, looking the man in his bloodshot eyes, tears running down his dirty face. And then, there was only silence, the hand falling away from him. Aziraphale dropped the needle and had to step back. He had to leave. He needed air. Air. And there wasn't enough in that bloody tent.

Without paying much attention, he stumbled out of the hospital into the woods nearby, his breathing coming out as if he had run a marathon. The only things he could hear were the yells of desperation and his own heart beating against his chest. Eventually, he dropped on the floor, back leaning against a random tree, as he looked down at his hands stained with still fresh blood.

He had been nothing but a child pushed into a senseless war. He was scared of death, he didn't want to go, and yet Aziraphale did nothing. He just watched him die in a pool of his own blood while he claimed for the Almighty to save him. But she didn't. And so didn't Aziraphale.

The sun was setting, and he was still sitting in the same place, in the same position, still staring at his own hands. He didn't hear someone approaching and only noticed their presence when two clean hands held both of his.

Aziraphale looked up, silent tears escaping his eyes, and met sunglasses. Crowley was wearing a French General's uniform. Not a speck of blood or dirt on it. He was kneeling with one knee in front of him, and his mouth was moving, but Aziraphale couldn't hear it. Instead, he just gripped the hands on his and let himself tumble forwards, laying his head on Crowley's shoulder. He felt it when the demon reciprocated his hand squeeze and leaned his head against his. None of them talked. There was no need for it. They've been through this before, many, many times, and all Aziraphale needed was a break. A break from all the pain and blood and death. And Crowley offered it to him, even if just for one moment.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, Aziraphale would remove himself from Crowley and squeeze his hands one last time. Crowley ran his eyes through the angel's face, and when he offered him a weak smile, the demon smiled back. With one last squeeze, he got up from the ground and waved his hand in the general direction of the angel, banishing the dried blood from his clothes and hands before leaving, back behind enemy lines.

Neither of them would mention what happened in the forest, much like they didn't mention all the times through the millenia this exact scenario had played out before.

They didn't have the real need for it, really. Talking about it was no use. It would only bring up the bad memories Aziraphale tried very hard to bury as far away from his consciousness as possible.

And it was with stolen moments of silent support when both forgot they were in enemy sides, not only by Hell and Heaven standards, but sometimes by Human standards as well, that they survived the worst of humanity when an angel could do nothing but observe and report.

#i watched a 1917 and got inspired okay #be glad i didnt make any of them discorporate in an airplane crash #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anthony j crowley #tw blood #tw death

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Michael Jackson crashed a plane through a building and started performing on the wing of the burning plane while I was a dragon riding an even bigger dragon and watching him preform.

#dream #March 17th 2023 #michael jackson #fire tw #plane #airplane #plane crash #horror #nightmare #dragon

[moron89]

BIRDBOO INCOMING

@how-to-fail-at-ship-jumping-au

#how to crash an airplane au #htfasj

[dronescapesvideos]

Examining The Wreckage Of A German Junkers Ju 52 that crashed in Luxembourg in early 1945.

➤➤ GERMAN AIRCRAFT PLAYLIST: https://dronescapes.video/WWIIGermany

➤➤HD IMAGE: https://dronescapes.video/JU52

#junkers #wwii germany #ww2 germany #nazi germany #youtube #aircraft #airplane #aviation #dronescapes #military #documentary #aviation history #ww2 #wwii #germany #Ju 52 #Junkers 52 #crashed plane #crashed airplane #crashed aircraft #crash #luxembourg

[throwawayanon89]

cursed blue @how-to-fail-at-ship-jumping-au

#how to crash an airplane au

[blueiskewl]

Russian Beriev A-50 Shot Down

The Ukrainian Army has shot down a Russian A-50 early warning and control (AEW&C) plane near Trudovaya (Russia).

It was a new modernized Russian version of the aircraft - used for long-range radar detection, control & guidance for strikes on Ukraine with missiles from strategic aviation.

They cost about $300 million dollars.

#ukraine #russia #russian war on ukraine #Russian Beriev A-50 Shot Down #Russian plane shot down #missile #airplane #plane #war #world at war #weapons #battle #fighting #combat #crash and burn

[mckitterick]

Timing is everything

this famous photo was featured as a center spread in the British Daily Mirror newspaper on Oct 9, 1962

photographer Jim Meads was with his two children as the then-experimental Mach-2 Lightning F1 fighter jet roared in to land at De Havilland Airfield near their home

a fuel leak caused catastrophic failure and the plane flipped. pilot George Aird ejected at the last moment, hit a greenhouse, and fell through the roof, breaking both legs as he landed unconscious on the ground. the water from the sprinkler system for the tomatoes woke him, and his first thought was that he must be in heaven

more on the plane and photo here: X

#vintage photography #airplanes #airplane crashes #perfect timing #tractors

[totally-average-kid]

Wanted to do something quick for the wings and tails au so here’s a quick little drawing of Hetch and Ranboo!!

I wanted to do something with preening but I realized MY ART SKILLS DONT APPLY TO THAT DIGITALLY

@how-to-fail-at-ship-jumping-au

#Ignore how scuffed it looks im tired #totally average kid #my art #how to fail at ship jumping au #How to crash an airplane au #Wings au #winged au

[googleplaysore]

#virtual reality airplane crash #vr #planes #plane crash #1/2