rusting car

my great uncle Bob is exactly what you’d expect from an australian farmer. he’s approximately 65 years old and he’s a cattle farmer on a station (a station is a fuck off huge ranch, basically, it’s a couple thousand acres) and he’s this beanpole of a man who looks like he’s spent his entire life outside because, well, he has. he also drives this ancient beat-up yellow ute which is more rust than car at this point and was made in approximately 1980. it’s old. 

anyway he was driving to the far end of the station the other day and an emu ran out in front of his car and he hit it, only it didn’t die, it came flying through the windshield, still alive and mostly unharmed. so there’s my uncle and this emu which is now sitting in the front seat of his car and understandably the emu is pretty pissed off and the first thought that goes through Bob’s head is “oh shit it’s going to start kicking me” so he figures the best way to stop it doing that is to punch it in the face and that is the story of how my uncle got in a fistfight with an emu.

Lightning in (the beginning of) Cars: I cannot wait to be free from Rust-Eze I hate rusty cars I hate this company I want OUT

Lightning in Cars 3: *gets teary eye’d when he finds out Rusty and Dusty sold Rust-Eze* “Well I…. I sure am gonna miss racing for you guys…”


Porsche Type 964 Carrera RSR (One of the Only 51 Produced).

This car is still covered in the original Cosmoline, a rust protectant that makes the car look dirty. It features Polar Silver Metallic paint and Guards Red leather seats, headliner, dashboard, steering wheel, door caps and roll cage. The carpets are Can Can Red; the gauge instruments and door pulls are trimmed in “silver-gray leather.” Wheels are Amethyst Metallic in color; the big brakes are gold.

Hiraeth (M) | Pt.1

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

Originally posted by jungkooz

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Words: 12,957.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, smut, fluff, angst.

Summary: “I guess we’re not so different after all, huh? Brains, brawns – what does it matter when we’re all just scared of being left alone and stupidly hopeful?”

A/N: Inspired by the wonderful game The Last of Us.

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