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You look at what’s happening in Germany, you look at what’s happening last night in Sweden. Sweden, who would believe this. Sweden. Who would believe this?

Whatever it was, it doesn’t bother a Volvo PV444 (444 means: 4-seater, 4 cylinder, 40 horsepower), a pre 1954 with split front and rear screen and roof side-mounted indicators. After 60 years, this old hunchback thing – actually known as Volvo’s peacetime car when first introduced in 1944 at the Royal Lawn Tennis Hall in Stockholm in hope for a brighter future when World War II was still raging  – has managed to cross the open border somehow. Who would believe this.  

Detalle de la fachada posterior con celosía, Apartamento circunvalación, Circunvalación Jorge Álvarez del Castillo 1210 y 1216, Lomas del Country, Guadalajara, Jalisco, México 1960

Arq. Erich Coufal

Foto. Mito Covarrubias

Detail of the rear facade with screen, Circunvalacion Apartments, Cicumvalacion Jorge Alvarez del Castillo 1210 & 1216, Lomas del Country, Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico 1960

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First Look: The Lotus Elise Sprint 

Evolved, energized and even lighter, a significant update for the legendary Lotus Elise has been unveiled ahead of its arrival in showrooms this spring.

Pride of place in the latest Elise line-up is the new Sprint edition, capturing the spirit of Lotus by offering the latest in efficient engineering to deliver a car that sets the standard at under 800 kg. Featuring a host of weight-saving items as standard, as well as the Elise’s distinctive new styling, the new Lotus remains true to the company’s founding principles. Benefiting the range as a whole, all new Elise editions receive the car’s new look and new interior options, and every single one of the Sprint’s lightweight components can be specified on the standard Elise Sport and the Elise Sport 220 variants.

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anonymous asked:

Something anything criminal batfam please. I'm begging you.

((ahhhhhh i’m sorry for all i’ve put you through so far, omg. uuuh i don’t have time to do something worth justice to that au at the moment that I feel comfortable with, but he’s a beta version of Steph’s past cut from ch 6!! I hope you enjoy it and thank you for sticking with me!!))


Her dad never gave her a ton of choices. Not real ones. There were choices like what moves she wanted to make when he played one of his weird games with her, and there were choices like what she wanted for dinner off a menu, or ones like, ‘are you too sick to go to school today?’ which she never was, because the alternative was staying home.

The first time her dad got arrested, she finally got a choice all her own, and she just couldn’t choose:

Who did she hate more? The cops, her dad, or everything?

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I maintain that this is not Sterek and wasn’t born as such, but — somewhere along the way the Wolf grew a respectable stubble, and the Lamb’s eyes went from red to honey brown. So.
Tilt your head at 32° to the right, squint very hard, tilt the screen a 4° circa to the left, put your nose to the screen, then rear back suddenly, ignore the lamb onesie that Stiles would NEVER wear on pain of death, and there. It might make for a sterek-y thing, with Derek *thinking* he’s the Big Bad Wolf and Stiles being a) utterly unafraid and b)more than  ready to put the moves on his Sourwolf.

i.e. = I don’t even know I’m sorry I’ll do some real sterek ASAP I just miss the babies and see them even when they’re obviously not there *hands*

Healing - Part 7

Summery: umm drama.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1800+ (Coz I’m a wordy bitch)

A/N: Sorry this is a day late. Results day was this week and I was really stressed. I haven’t proof read it properly so if there’s anything wrong feel free to contact me. @helllaellla@bovaria@marvel-ash@marvelfanfichq@givebuckyhisplums2k16@starstar1012@fairy-frills@jasmins3@emilypkuzu@annadier@buckystories@shamvictoria11@feelmyroarrrr@totheendofthelinepal@sorryidontspeakgrounder-world @thelazyorange

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You didn’t say anything, just showed it to her. She took a deep breath and rubbed her face with her hands.

‘So it’s either your fiancé of this other guy? Are you going to te-’

‘I’m sorry, I have to leave’ She left the room in a hurry, messily picking up her bag and coat in the process. You followed her but by the time you got to the waiting room she had already gone. You felt a hand on your arm that tugged you into a nearby store cupboard.

‘What the fuck did you do? That girl was so composed when she came in here and she just left crying!’

‘That girl is a woman. The other woman in fact. Who is fucking pregnant.’ You kept your voice low even though it was still every stern.

‘What.’ Her body retreated.

‘Yeah. And that is not my fault.’ You looked over at her. It was difficult to see her expression in the dimly lit room but you could make out one emotion. Distress. ‘What?! What is it?’

‘Henry - her fiancé - he can’t have kids’ the last 4 words made the entire world crumble around you. But you didn’t care. You could only focus on what she said next. ‘So Ben has to be the father.’ You tried to inhale but the pain blocked it. You choked on the empty hole that replaced your heart and felt your legs malfunction.

Celia caught you and made you stand up right. After you were stable she put her hand on your shoulder to say ‘I’m really sorry’.

‘SORRY!’ You grabbed her hand off you shoulder and harshly threw it away. ‘YOU’RE SORRY, SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT, CELIA.’ You carelessly flung your words at her, not caring about who could hear you outside. ‘Because this’ you gestured toward your wedding ring. ‘This has nothing on what they have now. God damnit. They’re gonna have a child together. If you had just told me earlier thi-’

‘She might get an abortion.’ Her calmness didn’t surprise you. As doctors you were used to people getting hysterical and having to remain calm. ‘She looked very distressed when she left. And she has a fiancé and he has you-’

‘Had. He had me’ there was anger in your voice, dry anger. Not wet anger like you had before.

‘So you’re leaving him?’

‘Well yeah. He’s got another girl pregnant after fucking her for 2 years.’

‘But there’s something else. You’ve already made up your mind. Oh, my god. There’s someone else.’ You looked down sheepishly, a complete juxtaposition to the anger filled rant you had a few minutes before. ‘Do I know him? Did you meet him with your new job? Is he an avenger? Have you slept with him?’

‘Wooh wooh. In order. No. Kinda. I think. And yes.’

‘You’ve slept with him!?’

‘Well I’ve known him for months but only slept with him the night I found out about Ben and Veronica.’

‘Your anniversary’ you nodded. ‘And he’s an avenger? Which one?’ You turned to face the door. She pulled you back once more. ‘I have a right to know’

‘You have a right to know nothing, why do you have a right to know? I had a right to know about Ben but you kept that, so I’m not telling you anything’ the truth in your words slapped her in face.

You walked you of the hospital not caring for you job anymore. The only thing you cared about was the mission as Natasha had put it. Well, you had to do some field work at some point.

You drove around for a while. You passed all the places of significance for yours and Ben’s relationship.

The college you went to together. The park where you first kissed. The restaurant where you had most of your dates. The tree where you made up after your first fight.

With every object, building and place the meant so much to your relationship your anger grew. Till you finally knew where you wanted to be. Bucky’s.

‘Hey, are you alright?’ Bucky’s voice always cheered you up, and let’s face it, you weren’t having the best day.

‘I’m going to do it today!’ You pushed past him to talk to the rest of the group. ‘Make sure you’re ready’

‘But what about the plan?’ Steve was always one for plans. Then he noticed your tear streaked, red face.

‘Well, he’s gone and done something stupid’. You didn’t sit down, even though you need to rest your aching body.

‘Even more stupid then sleeping with someone else for 2 years’, Natasha laughed to try to keep it light hearted.

‘He got her pregnant, so yeah.’ Any attempt to comfort you was forgotten because you began to walk away. ‘So, don’t be late! I’ll text you any details’.

You got into the car, again, and used the rear screen mirror to fix your makeup. You hadn’t noticed (or cared really) about the black lines of mascara and tears on your face. But now you had to compose yourself to complete your mission. You picked up your phone to organise what you were planing.

‘Henry? Hi! How are you?..Yeah, yeah, I’m good. What are you doing tonight?.. Yeah, well I need to talk to Veronica. Can Ben and I come over?’

You drove home as fast as you could. You instinctively wanted to dress up, to try and show your husband that you could be better than her. But realised that you wanted show her you were better than her.

You put on that dress, the one that he loved. The one you had put on once for Bucky, you hadn’t realised it then but now you looked back Bucky was the one you wanted to impress. You touched up your makeup and put a little more lipstick on than normal.

Ben was sitting at the table drinking his afternoon coffee and reading the newspaper.

‘Benny, get ready for dinner. We’re going for dinner!’ You voices was cheerful, and judging by the way he put his coffee down he had noticed your dress.

‘Where?’

‘A friends. You don’t know them very well’. You laughed internally.

He had got ready and picked out a bottle of wine from your collection to take as a gift. You were in the car when he began to ask you something but a traffic report interrupted him. Throughout the rest of the journey you had kept the radio on and kept him quiet. When you neared the house you saw his worried expression from the corner of your eye. But when you pulled into their drive the look on his face was priceless. Pale, all the blood drained from his face. You pretended not to notice so walked up to the door, swaying your hips a little more, and rung the doorbell.

‘Y/N! So lovely of you to come!’ Henry was way to nice for Veronica.

‘So lovely of you to have us. You remember Ben’ gesturing to your husband.

‘Of course. Great of you too come’, he ushered to two of you inside and you heard a quiet “thanks” from Ben. ‘Ronnie! People are here, come down’

Veronica walked down the stairs in a cheesy prom type style, but she wasn’t wearing a ball gown and her hair wasn’t perfect. Honestly, she looked like a mess and you were secretly happy that she did. You might be a bitch toward her but could you blame yourself.

There was a look exchanged between the two cheaters before Ben was pulled away by henry to talk about some wine. Leaving you and Veronica. Perfect.

‘What are you doing here?!’ Her voice was low and her eyes darted around, as if the walls could hear her.

‘Well, Henry and I had talked about organising dinner and after what happened today, we need to talk. Doctor to patient. Plus Henry’s part Italian so he doesn’t mind it.’

‘Fine. Let’s talk about it. Then you can leave.’

‘Leave?’ Henry’s voice startled the both of you. ‘The just got here, hon. Plus I cooked extra dinner’. She walked out of the room and Henry hosted you till the dinner table was laid and the food was out.

‘Oh my goodness! This is amazing!’ You weren’t lying. You like Henry. Maybe it was his kind nature of the fact that he was in the same position as you be you found yourself drawn to him.

‘Thank you. I’ll give you the recipe, if you want’

‘That would be amazing.’

‘You said you wanted to talk to Ronnie.’

‘I did but I don’t know if Veronica would want me to say it at the dinner table’ you looked over at her. She wasn’t eating her food, she just pushed it around her plate.

‘We are getting married, no secrets remember’ if it only worked like that. Your eyes were still on her. She gave her fiancé a pained look then looked at you and signalled you to proceed. She was being very brave considering she was sleeping with two people in the room.

‘Okay?’ You had to admit that the advice you had given many times before was generic. This time, however, it gave you butterflies. ‘Well, there are a few routes you could take. There’s keeping the child, adoption or abortion. In my professional opinion you should talk to the father first.’ Henry was staring at you in confusion, obvious he knew of his condition. ‘Or I could?’

‘How do you know who it is?’ This was the first thing she had said during dinner.

‘Because, I know when my husband is lying’ at this point in the conversation all eyes were on you and you felt powerful. You turned to face the man sitting next to you, your husband. ‘Congratulations! You are going to be father. And after, what was it, 2 years of trying.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Henry Murmured, his words filled with confusion and loss. Hoping for an explanation. So you gave it to him, short and not-so-sweet.

‘Your fiancée is fucking my husband’

‘BITCH!’ She stood up and pushed her chair back. The outburst had caught you by surprise but you kept calm.

‘Yeah, but can you blame me?’ You got up to leave the house. But before you could she slapped your head, hard. All your instincts told you to punch her back. Put your training into good use. But you didn’t. You simply took your coat off of the rack and walked out to meet Bucky and the others, who were waiting for you in the car.

Part 8

Hey, I’m Julian and here’s my first Style Journal entry!

On Saturday I went to a screening of “Rear Window” at Hollywood Forever Cemetery. Whoa, a scarf? At this time of year…in L.A.??? Yeah, it gets chilly on that lawn.

‘Transparent’ trucks with rear-mounted Samsung safety screens set to save overtaking drivers

The days of getting stuck behind slow-moving trucks on single-carriageway roads could be coming to an end with new Samsung technology

Have you ever experienced the frustration of being stuck behind a slow-moving lorry without a good enough view to overtake? Of course you have, but Samsung has come up with a solution.

The Korean technology firm has fitted cameras to the front of its lorries and video screens to the back. That way, any car following can see what’s ahead of the lorry and whether or not it’s safe to overtake.

Things in the rear view mirror… wait, what?

Cameras in the side air outlets behind the front wheel arches of the Mercedes-Benz “Concept IAA” (Intelligent Aerodynamc Automobile) monitor goings-on to the rear. Their images are projected onto the split-screen rear view mirror in the interior. This makes exterior mirrors superfluous. – MBIAA15

Screw the Police - Cop Michael - chapter seven

chapter one // chapter two // chapter three // chapter four // chapter five // chapter six

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This chapter is a lot longer than the rest (I think) AND it has mild (blowjob) smut (but it’s not with Michael oops) and then there’s a twist at the end (just oops in general).

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