#wing walker

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Greg Shelton in "God Bless America" taking Ashley Battles out for some wing walking

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1942 Boeing Stearman PT-13D 1953 Modified to a E75 G-EDII Wing Walker by Chris Murkin Via Flickr: 1942 Boeing Stearman PT-13D 1953 Modified to a E75 G-EDII Photo taken at the Imperial War Museum Duxford Cambridgeshire 4th July 2025 015A0480

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Imagine Starscream’s S/O Being A Wing Walker

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Starscream looked from the data pad, to you, to the data pad, and back to you.

"Absolutely not."

Your wide, toothed smile, and eyes brimming with upmost hope vanished in an instant. Now settled with a perked lip and narrowed brows, you crossed your arms.

"Aw! Why not?!"

"Because. . .", Starscream started, before sharply turning the data pad to face you," I will become an Autobot before the day I put something so heinous on my wings!"

The image glowing from the data pad was a picture of a stand, but not just any stand. It was a mount, a special sort of equipment that wing walkers used to aid them on aircraft's. Seeing as you yourself were a wing walker, it only made sense that you'd eventually ask your jet boyfriend to let you perform on his alt mode. However, you hadn't even asked him to do that just yet. You planned on getting him to agree to the stand first, and then worm your way into convincing him to letting you go about doing insane stunts on him. Baby steps, that's what you had planned, but Starscream was smart and could see where this was going the moment you told him to look up the stand.

"And I don't even know what possessed you to even think I'd let you go hanging upside down from my wings, or barnswallowing!"

You giggled, waving your hand albeit mockingly.

"No, no honey. You're confusing the stunt with the bird. It's called barnstorming. Ya know, cause you'd go barreling through a barn!"

Starscream stared at you, him not needing to blink and prolonging his stare just making it more prominent how insane this was to him. Turning on heel without sparing so much as a glance, the SIC was off to continue his work, the sounds of small pitter patters in your struggles to keep up echoing into his audials.

"I can tolerate your insane occupation, (y,n), but I refuse to be apart of you humans pathetic forms of entertainment."

"It's not pathetic! It's thrilling!!"

The sleek Con scoffed, though his statement was truly false. Starscream really didn't mind that you were a wing walker, actually he found it quite exciting himself. Sure, in the beginning he wasn't all to fond about it, worried for your safety and all, but once he actually saw you perform, he was blown away.

Yet, that didn't change a thing regarding your situation now. Starscream could handle watching you hang from someone's plane by only your teeth, but the idea of you doing that with him was terrifying. He trusted you, knew you knew what you were doing, but it was more himself he was concerned with. Starscream was nothing like Earth planes. He was a powerful jet from a completely different, highly technologized world. The Seeker could easily out maneuver any human form of aviation. What if he was too much for you? What if he was too powerful in his aerial acrobatics? What if he seriously hurt you, even when being super careful and treating you as though you were a glass balanced on the tip of his altmode?

Starscream wasn't going to risk it, wasn't going to risk you, and so he kept walking and grumbling that he wasn't a tool of amusement among other things. He figured he was doing a pretty good job covering up his actual worry for you, but you knew the truth, and that's why you pressed so much. You didn't want him to keep seeing you as this fragile doll that he'd have to watch his every move with. Let's not even get started on how long it took you to get him to at least let you ride in his cock pit!

"Come on Screamy! Danger's my middle name!", you hollered with fiery eyes and dare devil grin.

"No it's not. Your middle name is (m,n). Now stop being ridiculous and let me do my work."

Hearing you let out a huge hmph, and stomp your foot, Starscream rolled his optics and turned to see you stubbornly glare at him, except. . .you were instead striding off in the opposite direction. Feeling triumphant, Starscream held his servos to his waist, smirking after your apparent defeated form.

"Stomp off all you want, love. I'm not coming after you."

"Oh that's fine!", you called back with an eerily calm tone. "I'll just go ask Megatron."

Starscream had never moved so fast in his life to stop someone. What in all of the Afterspark were you thinking?! Did you have a death wish?! Seeing as you were a Wing Walker, Starscream figured that yes, you did.

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Soaring with Courage: The Daring Life of Lillian Boyer

In an era when aviation was still finding its wings, Lillian Boyer took flight—literally and figuratively. Born in 1901 and working as a wai

[fires-of-passion]

A wing walker stands on one leg on the wing of a Curtiss ‘Flying Jenny’ biplane in the air above New Jersey. 1920.

Arising as a daredevil stunt in the aerial shows of the 1920s, wing walking was the act of moving along the wings of a biplane during flight.

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Jane Wicker

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Wingwalker to the Rescue

Air-to-air rapid repair.