#aviophobic

[solvikare]

@aviophobic​

“I was starting to think you were hiding from me.”

[mistakenastronaut]

@aviophobic​ gets a random starter:

“So are there actually adults on your ship or is that a TikTok filter?” Elliot asked. He tapped the screen of their Comms device that showed the face of what looked like a man. Behind him, Daria had her arms crossed.

“It’s totally a filter, there’s no way that’s an adult-”

“Shut up, Daria, I’m trying to-” Elliot said. He stood up taller at the end of the table, the large screen filled the whole height of the room as he stared, arms crossed as he looked at the man. “I’m Elliot Combes, Co-Pilot of the Odyssey 2. Can you take the Face Filter off? You look so weird.”

[traiilblazer]

“Hey... You guys? Got, y, you look like. You got the same body, different heads.” He slurs with the first winks of consciousness. “Soooomebody. Change shirts.”

| delirious hospitalized jim @fasciinating & @aviophobic

[kumishona]

Your chances of dying in a plane accident is 1 in 1,000,000,000.

Which, as a statement in and of itself, can sound frightening … but hold up:

Your chances of dying in a car crash? 1 in 1,000.

(Disclaimer: I very unscientifically eyeballed these numbers whilst referring to a bunch of sites. Percentages fluctuate, depending on several different factors ... I'm too lazy to figure out a tentatively accurate ~ range ~. I'm already exhausted from school, pls.)

I’ve never been the passenger whose face drains of colour at any measure of turbulence, their knuckles going white at a sudden vice-like grip on whatever object is close by at hand (an armrest, a pillow, an unsuspecting—soon to be alarmed—stranger’s arm).

(The first memory I have of experiencing turbulence includes a flight attendant chattering on happily with her co-worker as she strapped on her seatbelt; their casual composure has stuck with me since.)

What does make my head rush, though, is when we're safely at cruising height (you know, when there's wi-fi, no more sudden tilting and no ear-popping pressure changes, yay!), 40,000 ft over the Atlantic ocean. I can’t stop myself from occasionally imagining the engine of the plane just … halting.

To nobody's surprise, Hollywood happens to be a major cause for yet another very common affliction: a blown-out-of-proportion aviophobia (especially when flying above water bodies, like me)—affecting 1 in 3 people.

One in three. When the odds are one in a billion. Sheesh.

The thought is comforting. It's a fact I keep repeating to myself on every trans-Altantic flight, both when other passengers are freaking out ... and when I'm the sole one frozen with a spoonful of yoghurt halfway to my mouth, suddenly wondering (by no obvious trigger) if this is my last day (night?) on (above?) the Earth.

(My last trans-Atlantic flight marked the 5th in my life, from 2017 to 2021. Five. An odd number. An I've-pretty-much-permanantly-left-home number. Meaning: I'll have to get used to arduous flights.)

It's helped, though. On the way to San Antonio, I honestly wished the plane would bump more, to help me sleep. Like cars do.

The irony is not lost on me.

[compendiumofconstellations]

@aviophobic for a plotted Academy Era starter!

Jim limped into Starfleet Medical’s clinic, only because he knew Bones was on duty and not in their dorm-style apartment. He shrugged off the receptionist’s concerned look.

“Dr. McCoy in his office?” he asked. 

Office would have made Bones snort derisively; it was a room crammed with a few different desks for some of the more ambitious medical track cadets. Bones had one since he did a lot of research. So, Jim just limped on back to the room and knocked on the door.

“Hey, Bones! I could, uh, use some help here!” he announced.

Not only was his leg in a lot of pain, but he was pretty sure his nose was broken (again), and he would have a nice black eye. Maybe a cracked rib or two as well. Apparently, Cupcake was not fond of him being in Academy, and the attention that Jim got with his last name wasn’t a good mixture. 

[asoulofstars]

@aviophobic​ for a semi-plotted starter!

“Dr. McCoy!” Riona grinned. “Save me from this replicator food. Nothing tastes quite right.” She had a large bowl of fruit, not that it was helping at all. Something about the replicator seemed to remove the joy from fruit, which was her go-to to keep up her calories for her metabolism. She preferred the real thing hands down, but space travel really didn’t allow for that. “How’s your vaccine development been going?” she asked. “Find that tweak you need for cross-species work?”

[healstars]

“Apologies for having been gone, McCoy.” He’s back to sliding slightly on the Enterprise’s floors on his way into the med bay. “Things had gotten dicey enough at home the federation had to intervene and I figured it best I make sure my family was okay.” Cabha rests his head briefly against the doctor’s shoulder, horn tucked carefully over. “How have things been? I hope you haven’t been having fun without me.”

@aviophobic gets a random starter because I’ve missed them

[boldlycaptainkirk]

😇 👺💅 ❣️

How does your muse react when: 😇- They are given praise:

Jim is the kind of punk who isn't used to being praised. It's almost a foreign concept for him, where he feels that he's just doing what he's supposed to be doing. However, after the first instance of being praised, it became almost addicting. It took him a few years and some rough experiences to really make him self aware of how the desire for praise can corrupt. Nowadays, he'll just shrug at it. But in private, it's intoxicating for him.

👺- They meet someone new and first impressions are bad:

Instantly it's either the cold shoulder or so passive aggressive it is physically painful to be in the same room as him. He's been through enough in his life to recognize who he does and doesn't like within the first five minutes of meeting and he's not about to tolerate any bullshit anymore.

💅- They see a rival:

He'd flirt, obviously. Rivalry is fun for him and interesting enough in the power play that he doesn't mind bantering and trying to do better.

❣️- They see their crush:

He's a big ol' golden retriever. He'll flirt when it deemed appropriate and may even overshare just to gauge compatibility. He shows his affection through actions (such as providing food for the other) and kind encouragements. His goal is to be liked and he may overcompensate just a little out of some sort of deep seated anxiety.