#tjsj

[nocternalrandomness]

"Nevasa One" spotted at Luis Munoz Marin International Airport in Carolina, Puerto Rico

[nocternalrandomness]

JetBlue A320's at Isla Verde International Airport

[jeremyj23]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTqYRlJEF1s)

Plane spotting in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

[ambertoldya]

"Baby I'm Finna Get My Crib You Gon' Be My Gina"

[baby-bird-rose]

Text: Well, she's one of our best performers and I've ordered her to help you as off the next weekend so she can give you the last tips before your performance. So reserve the 16 and 17 for it, would you? Let your trainer know if you can't and they'll work something out to help you.

Text: That sounds fantastic! I look forward to working with her. I'm not busy those days so I'll be sure to dedicate them to working with her.

[baby-bird-rose]

Text: I'm glad some things are working as they should. Text: Have you ever heard of Black Phanter and her sold out nights at the club?

Text: I don't think I'm aware of her. She certainly sounds fierce though.

[baby-bird-rose]

Text: How's your training going, my little star? Text: Are you satisfied?

Text: Training is going well thank you. I feel like I have improved a great deal and Unique is really easy to get along with.

Text: Very satisfied, I couldn't ask for more.

[thelittlelionq]

Voicemail || St. Fabray

Quinn: [giggling] Jessicaaaa St. James. Jessica! It's Quinn. [more giggling, then deeper] I mean, it's Quinn-Z. Qui-Z. Quay-Z. [quiet rustling, then much louder] Crazy! Yeah! [a quiet oomph] Crazy Quinn-Z. That would be such a bad rapper name, wouldn't it? Good thing I'll never be a rapper, right? [barrels right through with uncharacteristic speed, accent becoming more pronounced] I know you don't want me to call you so that you can like... tell me how good my rapping is. You want me to call you so you can laugh at me. Because like... worst rapper ever. I-- [a loud burst of music in the background and more giggling after the volume lowers] I'm really not good at this, Jessica. Jessi. Do you hear it? It's on... I don't even. Goodness, I don't even know this song. [quiet, throat clearing] If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son. I got ninety-nine problems but a-- [a loud peel of laughter] Jessica, I can't-- Oh my God, I can't. It's too-- [still laughing] No way. I'm so.. so bad at this. Call me back and maybe we can duet. [a slight pause] Is it still called a duet in a rap song? [hangs up]