a fleet of cars

Facts from the 2014 UK Editions of Harry Potter
  • Before the Hogwarts Express, some young wizards and witches made their way to Hogwarts on broomsticks and in enchanted carriages
  • There are other fractional platforms at King’s Cross station. Try 7 1/2 for a trip to wizard-only villages in Europe. 
  • It took five and a half minutes for the Sorting Hat to decide whether to place Minerva McGonagall in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw
  • Several Hogwarts students have caused mayhem at King’s Cross by dropping suitcases full of newt spleens or biting spellbooks all over the Muggle Station.
  • Peeves the poltergeist caused a three-day evacuation of Hogwarts in 1876 after escaping a trap set for him armed with several dangerous weapons. 
  • The one exception to the general magical aversion to Muggle technology is cars. Even the Ministry of Magic owns a fleet, modified with various useful charms. 
  • Many wizards were unhappy with the invention of the Muggle-like Knight Bus, and refused to use it when it first hit the streets. 
  • Headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts can teach their magical portrait to act and behave exactly like themselves. 
  • Sir Cadogan’s most famous encounter was with the Wyvern of Wye, a dragon-like creature, whom he accidentally killed with his broken wand. 
  • Only one non-magical person has ever managed to get as far as the Hogwarts Sorting Hat before being exposed as a Squib. 
  • Of the Eleven wizarding schools in the world, the African school of Uagadou is the only one to select pupils by Dream Messenger, leaving a token in the child’s hand whilst they sleep. 
  • The 1809 Quidditch World Cup final turned into a human versus tree battle when one of the players managed to jinx an entire forest to attack the stadium. 
  • The Hufflepuff ghost, the Fat Friar, was executed after senior churchman became suspicious of his ability to cure the pox by poking peasants with a stick. 
  • Every year St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries treats at least one injury caused by homemade Floo powder. 
  • Before she became a teacher at Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall used to work for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic. 
  • Part of the process of becoming an Animagus requires you to carry a leaf from a Mandrake in your mouth for an entire month. 
  • A Dark wizard called Raczidian was devoured by maggots that appeared from his wand when he unsuccessfully attempted to cast the Patronus Charm.
  • Any part of a person’s body can be added to the Polyjuice Potion to allow the consumer to take their form, including hair, toenail clippings, dandruff or worse…
  • Remus Lupin’s father, Lyall, was a world-renowned authority on magical creatures like poltergeists and Boggarts. 
  • It took 167 Memory Charms and the largest mass Concelment Charm ever performed in Britain to modify a muggle steam engine and create the Hogwarts Express. 
  • Students from the Russian Wizarding school, Koldovstoretz, play a version of Quidditch where they fly on entire, uprooted trees instead of broomsticks. 

Yes, these are all canon. Thought I’d type it up to have it as a text reference. Enjoyyy. 

Harry Styles, 23

£56million

Prospects: One of Sony’s biggest artists of 2017, his forthcoming album is expected to shift millions.

He is about to make his acting debut in Hollywood film Dunkirk, alongside Tom Hardy and Kenneth Branagh.

Assets: A £4million mansion in Los Angeles and a £5.5million home in London.

Fleet of cars includes a £155,000 Ferrari, a Porsche 911, a Jaguar E Type, a Mercedes Benz and a Range Rover Sport. Has an art gallery housing around £300,000-worth of originals.

“Coffee Shop Boy - Part 1″

AN // This wasn’t requested but like I offered y’all the option of a request and you picked this instead so really it’s on you guys that I haven’t been writing requests.

Requested // No

Request are open // Request here 

TW // none

I Never Wish To Be Parted From You From This Day On.

He’d been trying to write all day. He’d woken up motivated, or anxious, or both. You see he knew he had deadlines, knew “time off” was never meant literally, knew being home meant getting work done at home and now? Now he knew that getting work done at home was near impossible when his family were staying with him. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his family more than anything, when asked about what he does in his free time his answer is almost always about how he likes being home with his family. However being home with his family does have it’s downsides. Like how the mothers meetings that happen in his living room always seem to end up being about which one of them has an eligible daughter for him to settle down with or how he can never just get a quiet moment to himself. Yes, he adores his family, but sometime he just needs a minute alone and that wasn’t looking likely in his house full of voices. So he picked up his brown journal, a pen and his car keys, left his mother a fleeting kiss on the cheek and went to look for any quiet place he could find.

I guess that’s how he ended up here. This small coffee shop that smells like pine wood and has plant pots hanging from the ceiling. He thinks it’s called The Hideaway, only briefly catching a glimpse of the sign before walking in, but he figures that would make sense considering he would’ve missed it had he not bumped into someone walking out. It’s busy, sure, but it’s coffee shop busy so almost everyone is on their own, reading or typing away on their Macbook writing what they think will be Hollywood’s next big screenplay. Those who are speaking are doing so with hushed voices and he can’t deny how good coffee sounds right now. He’d found quiet, now he just has to find a seat and when he does it’s in the form of an armchair by the window opposite a girl sitting with her back against one arm rest, her legs dangled over the other and a book covering her face.

“Hey, is this seat taken?”

It’s muffled over the music in her headphones but she still catches it, not enough to really make out what’s being asked but coupled with the change in lighting coming from in front of her it’s enough to know that the hazy words are probably being directed at her. It’s enough for her to take out a headphone and look up.

“Huh?”

“This seat, is it taken?”

“Oh sorry, ye-no no it’s not you can sit there.”

She fumbling over her words and pushing her hair from out of her face to behind her ear and he’s got a lazy half smile on his face because he thinks she’s cute.

“Thanks, I’m Harry by the way”

“It’s nice to meet you Harry”

She’s smiling at him and it almost makes him skip over how she doesn’t tell him her name, thinks maybe she’s weary of strangers but he can see it. It’s written on the side of her coffee cup and it’s pretty, a pretty name for a pretty girl.

They’re quiet for the most part, occasionally he’ll sip his coffee or she’ll giggle at something she’s read, but really they’re just sitting in comfortable silence. He keeps catching himself staring at her, fascinated at how she doesn’t even notice. He watches her as she reacts to this fictional world she’s so immersed in but what he doesn’t notice is how he smiles when she smiles or how his eyebrows furrow as she pouts when she gets to a particularly upsetting part or how he’ll look away and start writing again whenever she looks sad. He doesn’t notice when she’s staring at him either, doesn’t notice how she finished her book about 10 minutes ago and how she’s been been watching him with curious eyes as he writes in his half full diary.

“What are you writing about?” It shocks him, neither of them had said anything since he’d introduced himself. His head shot up at the sound of her voice but he relaxes when his eyes catch hers. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright, just didn’t realise you’d finished reading. It’s just some poems, by the way, and a few songs. S’nothing special.”

“Could I read one?”

“Nosy little thing aren’t you?”

She’s blushing now and his smile is back.

“Sorry. You don’t have to show me. I just like to read is all.”

“I never said it was a bad thing poppet, what book were you reading anyhow?”

The pet name throws her off a bit, not expecting it but also liking how it sounded coming from him.

“Pride and Prejudice. Have you read it?”

 “No, can’t say I have. Seen the film though.”

“Oh the book is so much better. Yes the movie has Colin Firth but the book…”

She’s sat up in her chair now with her legs crossed and Harry has a grin on his face because, sure, he didn’t ask for an in depth review of the novel but hearing the excitement in her voice as she talks about it and seeing how she smiled when she recalls how Mr Darcy was ‘so arrogant but being in love with Lizzie changed him’ had him feeling as though she could tell him about any and every classic novel there is and he wouldn’t mind as long as she did it with that smile on her face. 

He’s not sure how long they talked for or really what they talked about, all their conversations seemed to seamlessly stream into one. Her love of Pride and Prejudice became her love of books, which became about their favourite books, which became about their favourite movies and that became about how he’s in a movie now and so on and so forth. Now they’re here, back in comfortable silence, they’d talked for so long he swears on lookers would’ve seen them as old friends. It takes him a minute but he notices how dark it’s gotten and how the baristas are putting coloured stools up on tables and it has him checking the time. It’s 9:30pm and unfortunately for him he has three missed calls from him mother which surprises him because he didn’t even notice his phone ringing.

“Looks like they’re closing, poppet.”

“Hmm? Oh!” She looks around, noticing everything he has, before checking her phone for the time and he notes how she was also oblivious to her surroundings. “Is it really that late?”

“Yeah, we should probably get going.”

They walk out together, stopping when they get outside. Staring at each other momentarily before he breaks the silence.

“I’m this way.”

“I’m that way.”

He can’t deny the pang of disappointment in his chest when she says she’s going in the opposite direction to him, he can’t help but wonder if she felt it too and from the look on her face and how she’s pushing hair behind her ear again, he thinks she does.

“Okay well I’ll see you around then?”

“Yeah, see you around love.”

He watches her walk away with a soft smile on his face. He really hopes he sees her again.

Sleepy Angel

Sleepy&cuddly Harry blurb/drabble because it’s nearly 2 AM and I needed to write something. THIS HAS A TON OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES please don’t come after me.

It’s torturous when Harry’s working late at whichever location he’s at, however he swears it’s even worse for him when you’re home well after he’s unhappily gone off to sleep. He’s left a couple messages and probably a million emojis, mainly consisting of the heart eyes and kissy faces, imploring you to just come home already. 

Half an hour after his last text is delivered, you sneak a peek at your constantly buzzing phone and scroll lazily through the messages with a adoring grin plastered on your face.

You blink down at your work, eyes tiredly begging for rest as you conclude that you’ve done enough for the world today and bid your coworkers goodnight as you shuffle out of the building. Your driving might be a bit reckless, however the sleep deprivation is hitting you like boulders and you can practically feel the softness of your duvet engulfing you.

You couldn’t remember a time you’d seen Harry more than a fleeting glance and swift kiss, however it’s enough to accelerate the car well above the speed limit, anxious to meet your boyfriend on the rare occasion he’s actually present at home, waiting for you.

Once you’re at the flat, your hand automatically reaches for your phone to alert him, considering last time you found yourself in this situation, Harry had freaked out and nearly dialed the emergency operator. Instead of sending him a quick text which would ultimately prevent him from being alarmed, you opt not to.

You handle your routine easily although your eyes have long burned out of their sockets, or so it feels. You remove your excess clothing, mumble a quick greeting to your wide awake cat, and head on upstairs eagerly. You’re halfway to the room when you hear a sound.

It’s a snore and a soft one really, but it’s definitely Harry. You peek at him with a fond smile ghosting over your lips as you take him in: snuggled into the sheets with his hair sticking wildly in every direction, arms enclosed around a pillow. Your pillow. You curse at yourself when you catch a sight of the digital clock besides Harry’s slumbering form, sympathy tugging at your heart.

Gently and as silently as possible, you remove your pants and shirt, tugging on one of Harry’s from his closet and tiptoe back to the bed. You slither into the bed and gingerly remove the pillow from his grip. Thankfully, the man doesn’t stir so you set the pillow down the correct way and rest your head on it.

The dip of the bed is what awakens Harry and he flickers his eyes open, yawning once before tilting his head up to properly look at you. A smile spreads across his face and one of his warm hands slides under the shirt you wear latching onto your waist. Before he begins to speak, he buries his head right under your jaw, groaning contently. One of his legs separates yours, snugly resting there like a sandwich.

“Finally home,” he rasps, eyes half lidded.

You nod and present him your most apologetic look. “I know. Work was just brutal.”

He begins pressing soft kisses to your cheek, humming in agreement. He pulls away from you long enough to mumble, “I know how that feels,” before resuming his heartfelt actions. His lips are suddenly wet and at your neck, more demanding kisses stamped with urgent lips.

You can’t help it; you giggle and Harry continues the assault. Your hand weakly touches his chest as you pleadingly laugh and force him away but he grabs your wrist, instigating the continuous path of more kisses on your prominent veins.

“Harry!”

“Stop talking s’much, tryin’ to kiss you,” he growls playfully, softly trailing kisses further up your arm. 

“We both need sleep!” you try to reason but end up laughing loudly when he licks your shoulder.

He ceases then, picking up his mop of unkempt locks. “Forcin’ me t’go to sleep and haven’t even kissed me yet. Killer woman, you are.”

You cup his face softly and lean down, fully placing all your remaining energy into this one kiss. He’s beyond the state of fatigue, you can tell by his sluggish movements, yet he tries his best to kiss you properly. His hands are in your hair, twisting the strands and tugging them when you move away, bringing you in for another kiss. 

When he finally releases you, his arm has found it’s place around your bare waist again and the other caresses your exposed cheek.

“You’re m’world. You know that, don’t you?” he whispered against your hair when you find a comforting spot against his chest.

Delighted because of this statement, you nod and close your eyes, sighing happily. “And you’re mine.”

He declares his love out loud once more before before closing his eyes. You fall asleep to the sounds of his heartbeat under your ear and soft breathing.

Officer Jeon || Jungkook Scenario

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Genre: Fluff | Police Officer!Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Duh cx)

Word count: 1615

Warnings: None, it’s all fluff cx


(A/N: Okay, so no-one actually requested this, but I saw this prompt, and I just thought it was a really cute idea so I wanted to write this cx Ah, please do tell me what you thought!! I really would like feedback!!)


Your hand rested on the steering wheel, your hair billowing into your face as wind blew in from the open sunroof of the car. You sighed, attempting to push your hair away from your mouth with your free hand, only for it to fly back into your face again, causing you to throw your hand up in frustration.  Quiet music reverberated through the vehicle, and you gently bobbed your head along to the beat, a hum coming from your lips. Quickly glancing at the face of your watch, you groaned; two in the morning and you were still making your way home.

The road was eerily quiet, no other car in sight as you rolled past small shops, houses, nearing a small police station. Trees lined each side of the street, almost creating a natural canopy of lush green leaves above you, your mouth opening slightly in awe as you glanced up through the open sunroof. A leaf fluttered down from above, falling on your head, and you shook your head with a smile, plucking it off your head. It was followed by yet another leaf, and another, and you looked up with a puzzled expression, a rustling in the branches directly above you.

“Hm…?” You cocked your head slightly, glancing back at the road ahead of you cautiously, the rustling becoming increasingly louder, as something tumbled out of the branches. Something small and furry. Something that fell directly through the exposed sunroof, landing on your shoulder and frantically scrambling around. You screamed as the squirrel madly scratched at your face, tugging on your hair and running down your arm. Flailing around in fright, the car swerved off violently to the side of the road, as you drove straight into a pole, your head snapping backwards slightly. The car finally came to a halt, the front indented, and you fumbled for the handle, attempting to escape the rabid creature in your car.

You had crashed directly in front of the passing police station, and at the sound of the impact, a young police officer emerged from the building, looking at the car curiously, squinting as he noticed you falling out of the now open door. He approached the vehicle, crouching down beside you and offering you his hand, his smile resembling that of a bunny. You gingerly accepted the help, and he pulled you up, looking you up and down with a curious expression. You simply stared at him blankly, suddenly conscious of your ruffled appearance as this handsome man stood in front of you with an expectant expression, his hair a dark shade of… purple?

“What happened here, Miss…?” He inquired, still looking at you with that cute grin, his eyes sparkling almost mischievously.

“Ah, it’s (Y/N)…” You stuttered, enraptured by his handsome features, your eyes lingering a bit too long as you admired how his uniform fitted his body, as he peered over at your car, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw the squirrel still darting around. Following his gaze, you shuddered, stepping away from the car, shaking your head with your hands up.

“I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole, and..” You rambled, frantically gesturing with your hands, your eyes wide with shock. The police officer stared at you with disbelief, his fist held to his mouth as he tried his best to stay professional and suppress his laughter, but he couldn’t help but chuckle, causing you to stop and stare, annoyed as you put your hands on your hips.

“Would you please stop laughing you’re a cop, you’re supposed to be helping.” You pursed your lips - and yet you couldn’t really be annoyed as you realised how absurd you sounded - the officer throwing up his hands in apology, charming smile ever present on his face.

“I’m sorry, Miss (Y/N), I hope you weren’t injured?” He looked you up and down in concern, and you felt your heart flutter ever so slightly as his eyes softened. You snapped out of your trance, clearing your throat and glancing over at your car, the squirrel finally perking up and scrambling out of the car, and back to the trees. You finally sighed in relief, the officer looking at you with amusement, his head cocking to the side slightly - it wasn’t everyday that a cute girl happened to crash on the doorstep of the police station.

“Miss? Do you happen to need a ride home, seeing as your car is… well,” he gestured over to your car pressed up against the lamppost, a small indent in the bonnet of the car.

You visibly perked up at his suggestion, before realising how overly eager you looked and clearing your throat, attempting to act casual about the matter. Never mind the fact that a cute police officer is offering to take you home, no big deal, you tried to convince yourself.

“I mean, sure, I guess…” You said, looking down at your hand, tilting your head to the side as you looked back up at him, the amused expression still on his face, as he began walking over to a police car parked in the corner.

“It’s Jungkook by the way,” the officer called out, flashing a grin at you as he opened the passenger door for you courteously, and you felt a dusty pink rising up onto your cheeks at his gaze. Jungkook. So that was the name of this handsome officer.

“Miss?” He called out once again, this time with a stern tone, causing you to freeze halfway through climbing into the police car. You glanced up at him cautiously, his expression now stoic and stern, leaving you wondering what you had done this time around. I always have to mess stuff up, you thought, mentally sighing as you had ruined your chances once again.

“I’ve just realised that you’ve broken the law, Miss.” He crossed his arms over his firm chest, and you felt panic rise up in your chest, your eyes widening in shock. You opened your mouth to speak, but you noticed a smirk spreading onto his face, his eyebrows raised playfully, as he said, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to be that cute?”

You groaned at the lame pick up line, and yet you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips, your heart thudding against your chest in pure relief, and possible admiration. “Who knew police officers could be so lame?” You muttered, and Jungkook climbed into the driver’s seat, spinning around in his seat as he just about caught your comment.

“Excuse me, Miss (Y/N)? I think I might just have to arrest you for that comment,” he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with playfulness, and you felt butterflies fluttering around in your chest, threatening to burst out.

“I mean… I’d let you arrest me anyday, but…” You coughed, as Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows, shaking his head with a laugh. “Someone found their confidence, huh?” He retaliated, his heart swelling at your sudden flirtation attempt.

You giggled, and Jungkook turned back around in his seat, starting up the car and reversing out of the drive, one hand on the wheel as you drove down the street. You directed him to where he should drop you off, your hand accidentally brushing against his muscular arm as you pointed forwards, causing you to blush even more. You were grateful for the fact that he didn’t question why you were still making your way home at this ungodly hour, and instead you exchanged playful banter the whole journey back, the sound of laughter filling the vehicle.

You finally reached your destination, and you pouted slightly as Jungkook parked the car, realising that meant you would have to go. You didn’t know if you were going to see him again, although your heart was desperately leaping in your chest, as he grinned charmingly again. You were about to climb out of the car, before Jungkook called you back, the butterflies in your chest becoming even more frantic.

“I, uh, am going to require your phone number… for, um, returning your car purposes…” A adorable shyness overcame Jungkook, and you resisted the urge to coo at him, instead giggling, taking his notepad from his pocket and jotting down your number for him.

“Returning my car purposes, huh?” You teased, throwing your head back in a laugh as you handed back his notepad, and he chuckled. In that moment, your eyes lighting up in joy, the sound of your laugh so sweet and genuine, he truly hoped your paths would cross again - the fleeting hope that another squirrel would fall into your car again, and he looked down with a smile.

“Uh, thank you for the ride, Jungkook,” you said, stepping out of the car, and bending down to look through the door with a sweet smile. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem, Miss,” he responded lightly, his heart still fluttering in his chest.

“Do we have to with the “Miss”? It’s so overly formal, just call me (Y/N),” you chuckled, and Jungkook shook his head with a smile.

“(Y/N) it is then.” He nodded, still admiring how genuinely happy you looked, and you waved, walking away with a spring in your step.

“Ah… how adorable.” He rested his chin on the steering wheel, his lips curled up in a smile, as he glanced down at the number you had written down, signing your name off with a little heart. That day he returned home with an uplifted mood, hoping your paths would cross again.

independent.co.uk
Most cars sold in Norway are now either electric or hybrid
Norway already has the highest per capita number of all-electric cars in the world

Norway said that electric or hybrid cars represented half of new registrations in the country so far in 2017, as Norway continues its trend towards becoming one of the most ecologically progressive countries in the world.

According to figures from the Road Traffic Information Council (OFV), cited by AFP, sales of electric cars accounted for 17.6 per cent of new vehicle registrations in January and hybrid cars accounted for 33.8 per cent, for a combined 51.4 per cent.

Norway already has the highest per capita number of all-electric cars in the world and the experiment shows every sign of accelerating.

The milestone is also particularly significant as a large proportion of Norway’s funds rely on the country’s petroleum industry

“This is a milestone on Norway’s road to an electric car fleet,” Climate and Environment minister Vidar Helgesen told AFP.

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Awkward selfie overload 🤦🏻‍♀️ Guys, I forgot to make coffee today. How does that even happen? How am I alive? Not to worry - I stopped and got some ☕️☕️ Threw my hair in a pony because I have a hair appointment today 💇🏻 no point in fixing it. Took my friend through a CRUSH workout. We were dying ☠️ we kept giving each other that “holy shit” look 😳 but we made it. Happy Friday eve 🤗

Heated Weather, Crimson Blush (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Title: Heated Weather, Crimson Blush  [ REQUESTED by @wildeone97​ ]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Genre: Fluff

MASTERLIST

Hi sweetie, I don’t know if this is what you’re looking for but because the request was so open ended, I just went with what flowed for me. Hope you enjoy it!

The unforgiving summer weather has finally taken its toll on the residents of the Avengers Tower. Everyone was in a sluggish trance every time they came back from the outside, and all they wanted to do was relax on the plush couches under the tower’s blasting cold air conditioning.

The speedster of the group, Pietro, couldn’t stand spending another day just sitting around and suggested to the team, with surprising enthusiasm despite the sweltering heat, that what they needed was to appreciate the sun and enjoy a day out at the beach.

There were hums of approval that got drowned out by the groans of displeasure sounding throughout the room. (Y/N) visibly brightened up at the suggestion and her eye sparkled with excitement; the long summer days taking a toll on her.

On the end of the couch, was a scowling Bucky Barnes. The serum made his body temperature considerably higher than the lot - sans Steve, and the heat was making him crankier than normal. The mere idea of having to leave the cooling compound and make his way to bask under the sun was unappealing at best.

With that thought, the frown on his face deepened until he managed to steal a glance at the eager look (Y/N) sported. The frown lightened up slightly, a fond smile creeping its way to his face.

“C'mon you oldies, just imagine the bikinis Nat, Wanda and (Y/N) would be wearing!” Pietro voiced out with a chuckle, speeding his way back to his room to pack. Bucky couldn’t help but let his mind wander into the forbidden territory of (Y/N) wearing one of those pretty little numbers that dames of the 20s wore. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he tried to shake the image from his mind.


The journey to the beach was fun and lighthearted albeit more than a little chaotic with the heroes filling up three full cars. Tony’s car was blasting tracks after tracks of ACDC; Steve’s was playing music from the 40s and Nat’s had playlists of Pop songs of the 2000s. (Y/N) and Wanda rode with Nat at her request or more like demand, despite Pietro constantly pestering (Y/N) to ride with him on Tony’s car much to Bucky distaste.

When Nat threw her dirty sock at Pietro for pestering (Y/N) and shut him down, pulling (Y/N) to her car, Bucky couldn’t suppress the satisfied smirk and silently thanked Nat for pulling (Y/N) away from the speedster.


(Y/N) eyes fleeted several times towards Steve’s car that sat Bucky, Sam, and Bruce unknowingly. The fourth time she stole a look at the sleek black car, Nat called her out and said with a smirk, “So (Y/N), who is it that so interesting in the car over?”, only to earn a red-faced (Y/N) that now only looked right in front for the rest of the car ride.

The trio got out of their car as Tony and Steve’s car pulled into their parking spaces. All three had on their cover-ups, sunglasses perched on their noses and rummaged through the trunk of the car for the beach-going essentials that they have packed.

(Y/N) grabbed the basket she has filled with goodies that she’s made bright and early in the morning with one arm and the other held her beach bag. She stumbled slightly and Bucky, whose eyes haven’t left (Y/N), caught her before she fell and took the picnic basket on from her and threw her a charming smile that left her warm in the face.


The entire group of child-like heroes was running amok on the beach, leaving (Y/N) to settle the food and lay the beach towels and Bucky who spurted out his overused excuse of hating the sun to stay near the girl.

Bucky and (Y/N) aren’t particularly close in the sense that they were alway too shy to start a conversation with the other or couldn’t hold a two sentence talk without stuttering and going pink. However, they probably knew a lot more about each other than they let on considering how much they secretly glanced at each other.

So when (Y/N) grabbed her bottle of sunscreen and looked over to Nat and Wanda that were a distance away playing beach volleyball with the others, Bucky knew she needed someone to help but was too embarrassed to ask him.

Bucky took a deep breath and was just about to offer (Y/N) his help when Pietro sped over, grabbing the sunscreen from her, his trademark smirk on his lip as he said, “Printsessa, you look like you need some help with this?”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed at the Sokovian that was running his mouth and was just about to stop him when a volleyball hit Pietro on his head. An exasperated Wanda came walking towards her brother, pulling his away by ear as she threw Bucky a little wink and tossed the bottle of sunscreen to him.

“Uh, um, Do you, uh, want me to um, help?” Bucky stuttered, lifting the sunscreen up to (Y/N).

“Yeah, sure. Um, thanks.” (Y/N) replied, her blush evident, dusting her cheeks.

(Y/N) started removing her crocheted white coverup causing Bucky to avert his eyes in an attempt to be the gentleman he was.

“Uhm, Bucky? I’m good.” came (Y/N)’s voice, making the soldier turned to face her.

Bucky’s line of sight fell on the girl lay face down on the beach towel before her causing him to squeeze the poor bottle so hard, the plastic contorted into half.

God, you must be testing me.

Bucky gingerly spread the sunscreen on (Y/N) back, his fingers fleeting around the tiny strings tied around her back in a little cross.

This string leaves absolutely nothing to my imagination, for goodness sakes. If I just slip and tug at it a little… No no no, James Buchanan Barnes, mama raised you better!“ Bucky chastised himself in his mind, finishing up his work on her back.


(Y/N) Has left Bucky’s side after an hour or so has settled herself with a group of young children, building sandcastles together. Bucky had his gaze set on her, and it hasn’t moved since she left his side.

A fond smile hung on his face, as he allowed himself to daydream about how wonderfully contented he would be if they would eventually have children together, playing at the beach during the dreary summer days.

A loud chorus of laughter snapped him out of his reverie, and he saw (Y/N) speaking to the group of children pointing over to his direction. She then made her way over to him, Wanda by her side.

"We’re going to go grab some smoothies for everyone, would you like one?” (Y/N) questioned, a radiant smile showing.

“Uh, yeah, sure that’d be great doll,” Bucky answered hastily, almost as though he was afraid (Y/N) would take back her offer. A small nod and smile, and the two girls were on their way.


A couple of minutes later, (Y/N) and Wanda came back with their hands filled with cups of icy smoothies only to be met with empty beach towels. The metal armed soldier that was lounging there is nowhere to be seen.

(Y/N) lifted her sunglasses and placed it on her head keeping her hair away from her face. The glaring sun made her squint at the scene in front of her. Buried in sand, was Bucky, his head the only thing visible as the group of children that were playing with (Y/N) before, giggled and used their tiny hands to pile sand atop the soldier.

She made her way to the giggling children and attempted to stifle her laughter.

“Sergeant! Sergeant! We’ll bury you in sand, and you’ll try and get out alright?” came a young boy’s voice.

“Yeah yeah! You’re strong! You’ll get out in no time!” another child continued.

Bucky noticed (Y/N) coming over and sent her a pleading look, and mouthed “Help me!”. Though, the soft smile on his face giving himself away. It has been awhile since Bucky’s felt whole and this was one of those rare moments.

(Y/N) smirked a little and kneeled down next to him, a surge of confidence filling her as the soldier helplessly stay buried under sand.

No can do sergeant. I’m sure you can do it. Here’s something for good luck.” she replied, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of Bucky’s nose.


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Stunningly Scenic!!.... Yellowstone Nat'l Park Pt.1

Yellowstone represents more about US than Niagara Falls or the Statue of Liberty!! This park is pure magic! Dazzling pools of rainbow colors, steam sprouting from the ground, geysers and waterfalls, generous wildlife, and so much more. Yellowstone is the first park I visited in the States and it still remains the best, I have witnessed so far, by a country mile!
We started our journey from Salt Lake City….the gateway to so much natural beauty in and around the state of Utah. Salt Lake City is the hub of all natural activities in the United States – from the Mighty 5 National Parks (Zion, Bryce, Arches, Canyonlands, Capitol Reef) that cover much of Utah to the breathtaking drive from Salt Lake City to Yellowstone or from Salt Lake City to Grand Canyon, the place is a perfect escapade from the humdrum of daily life.

Fellow Characters:
I was joined by my close confidante, Ritesh Parikh, and by my professor Dr. Partha Bhattacharya from India; ’ Look Ayan! I am an avid trekker to the extent that I even took my wife to the Mawali Pass trek in the Garhwal Himalayan steps during our honeymoon’,. ‘So?’, I asked back. He kept quiet and smiled. His reticence suggested that the trip better be worth remembering and should come close to the Himalayan extravaganza in terms of natural wowness (He was already bored of the humid weather and undulating plains of Michigan) . Parikh on the other hand, was more of a logistics manager. He has already garnered followers with his immense deal-securing skills. Before our trip, he made sure that the hotel, car and other associated things guarantee the best value in their price and that we are not overpaying for them. So there they were in a trip together; 2 people with extremely contrasting traits – one who always talked and joked, the other seldom uttered a word; one who liked to complete a hike as quickly as possible with the impending lunch/dinner motivating him, the other took his own sweet time as he never missed a photographic opportunity. The 'clash of titans’ happened at the end of day one, when there was a fleet of bison behind our car, grazing on the savannas in the Yellowstone Valley. We all were starving and the sight of bison tempted Parikh’s parched taste-buds more into having a sumptuous burger for dinner. Much to his ire, Parthada stepped out of the car to take some close snaps. Devastated Parikh restored to banging his head against the dashboard of our car – a sequence that was hilarious and summed up the antithesis of my fellow travelers. I have undertaken multiple trips with them later, but never together!

Day 1:

Itinerary: Madison Junction - Geysers - Old Faithful - Yellowstone Lake


We drove from Salt Lake city and stayed at a hotel outside the park entrance at West Yellowstone. The next morning we woke up and headed towards Yellowstone Lake. The section from Madison Jn. to Yellowstone Lake contains the heart of Yellowstone’s action. Shortly after turning south at Madison Junction, we turned west onto the one-way road descending to the Firehole River. Numerous springs and geysers line the river and you might see them erupt as you drive along.There are lots of fascinating geothermal features along this road and I will resort to pictures as my words will fail to describe the majestic setting that felt so surreal. The stops and small hikes we did were at: Fire Hole Falls, Fountain Flat Drive, Lower Geyser Basin, Fountain Paint Pot, Great Fountain Geyser, Goose Lake, Fairy Falls, Grand Prismatic Spring, Midway Geyser Basin, Sapphire Pool, Upper Geyser Basin, Biscuit Basin and Black Sand Basin.

Lower Geyser Basin – Fountain Paint Pot

Parikh and I in front of Midway geyser Basin

Black Sand Basin

Grand Prismatic Spring is one of the highlights in Yellowstone National Park!! We hiked up Fairy Falls trail to picture Point to get the best view of the spring

Finally, we arrived at the Upper Geyser Basin, and the star of Yellowstone, Old Faithful. Not the largest or most impressive geyser in the park, but consistency makes it a crowd favorite. Roughly every 90 minutes, the geyser sends a plume of steam and water 120-150 feet in the air.

Old Faithful


We continued south until we reached the Yellowstone Lake. The turquoise blue lake is huge and offers spectacular views from every angle. You can see steam coming out from shoreline volcanic activities in one place and distant snow capped mountains in another. A worthy end to a day that has been exhilaratingly beautiful and we kept keep telling ourselves that we are NOT watching TV. We stayed overnight at a hotel near the south entrance of the park.

Yellowstone Lake with Mt. Washburn in the background

West Thumb Basin near Yellowstone Lake

Most-Wanted

Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: (Request)  I was hoping I could request this au with Jason. ‘I’m on the FBI’s most-wanted list for killing a fuck ton of people, but calm down I just wanna date you bc your face is v smoochable and you give me butterflies.’ And with him being the most wanted one please?

Key: Y/N= your name

Warning: language


“Fuck, fuck, fuck…FUCK!”

Jason tossed himself out his apartment window as fast as he could, grabbing as many weapons as possible. He saw the flashing lights grow closer. “Ah! Motherfuckers!” He slid down the fire escape, jumping the last couple feet. I know I’ve killed a lot of people, but they were assholes. I was doing you bitches a favor, Jason thought angrily.

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AOS Fic: and we are home

Originally posted by autumncozy

My response to @goingknowherewastaken‘s birthday challenge. Happy 21st, Katie! <3

McKirk, ‘cause it’s always McKirk.


“Get in, loser,” Nyota smirks through the drivers’ side window.

Jim picks himself up off the dirty curbside, feeling every bit as dejected as he looks.

Ny reads it in his face. “What happened, Jim?” she asks as Jim slides into the passenger seat with a disappointed scowl. “I thought you had enough money not to let this happen to you.”

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Today is international day of the worker, so let’s pause for a minute and think about all the people who have to work so hard just to get some food on the table for themselves and/or their kids, under considerable sacrifices that often ruin their health and joy of living.  Pause for a minute and then think about how necessary it is for people who are much better off to have a bunch of fancy houses, a fleet of expensive cars and a fancy and exorbitant life-style.
—  Sereno Sky, author of the “Lonely Traveller” novels 1 and 2
Selfish Iggy headcanons

so maybe a misleading title but I couldn’t think how else to word what I am going with.  While Ignis is quite possibly one of the least selfish human beings in the world I feel there are a few things that he does just to treat himself

  • His bed is big enough to house an entire family.  we are talking super king size. since what little time is spent in his apartment he is generally either eating or sleeping he figured he may as well enjoy those activities as much as he can. Gladio thought he was seeing things the first time he saw it.
  • Ebony coffee machine in the kitchen.  no more needs to be said about that. 
  • Mani/pedi’s.  it just makes sense since how he presents himself is so important for his job.  Plus they do an amazing foot massage with the manicure that can have a grown man melting in their chair which is amazing for relaxing after a hard week.
  • Bath bombs.  He tends to shower more over taking baths but when he does have one he does it properly
  • Comfy ass car.  While he is able to drive practically any car in the royal fleet he treated himself to his own car when he moved into his own apartment (self reliance and all that).  He got an audi a7 since a lot of the fleet were audi’s. plus if you’re going to drive you might as well be comfortable when you do it. its sound system is a+++.  it has heated seats for warm butts.  everything is better with a toasty butt.

I’m sure I have more in my mind that I have forgotten, we shall see

Bruce ( @rabbruad1) wrote:

‘Elle was prompted to compose some graffiti. If shes tells you it was me who prompted her, I deny it completely.’


Sweetie, I only placed graffiti once. We were in Tahiti and by entreaty of the goddess Aditi, I made a peaty paste to paint a wapiti named Petey on a wall in the street-y. It wasn’t easy, the weather was sleety and the medium concrete-y, but I was discreet-y. After all, it’d be the backseat-y of a police car fleet-y were we caught painting graffiti on a Tahiti policeman’s beat-y.