diarrheaworldstarhiphop:

unlimited-nice-works:

tapsokcorner:

alithuanianpotato:

blackwatersofpatriarchy:

S E E   Y O U    S P A
C E    C O W B O Y …

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I need context behind this.

Additionally, on the blog he made for a communications class a year ago, he went to brainstorm ideas for a logo for himself, involving flight and travel – his passion.

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among the logo designs was a “minimalistic Q-400″

The exact type of plane that he took on a final joyride a year later.

We can assume that this was his favourite plane and that, while on his job, after the pilots parked it and went for a coffee break, he was alone with it in the hanger when inspiration struck. He climbed into the vehicle that tugs jets around the tarmac and turned the Alaska Air Q-400 back around. At this point he climbed on board, flipped the starter switches and made for the runway.

In that hanger, he was captivated with sublime inspiration to just seize the moment and take to the air with it, to perform aerial maneuvres that left seasoned pilots baffled that the aircraft, let alone an untested pilot could handle. And even that, was framed with meme magic given the timestamp of his conversation with air control:

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After accomplishing his barrel roll, he was stunned to have even completed it. in that moment he accomplished his dream, the climax of his passion in this favourite aircraft of his. Soon after, entering the denouement of his flight, and life. His final moments likely reflecting on what he had just done. It must’ve been enormously, sentimentally significant.

froody:

turtlepond:

froody:

froody:

my friend called me on the phone from the library to tell me he’d been chased by a mountain lion and he thought he might have vomited up blood and I was in the middle of scrubbing my car and having a heat stroke god my life keeps getting fucking weirder

mind you this is my friend who is the total chronic disaster who got into that knife fight in the middle school parking lot so I’m used to giving him shitty advice but this summer since I don’t talk on the phone he texts me every other day with some new terrible strange twist that has happened in his life like “my girlfriend almost got kidnapped” “there are three centipedes in my bed!” “I almost got mugged again” like normally I would just go help him but I’m 4 hours away now and it’s like he forgets GXHRVGSHFV

your friend is a protagonist

this I’m aware of I’m his sidekick and the epitome of the nerd best friend archetype but still it is my civic duty to complain