safe drivers

Oikawa is actually a very safe driver. Look, he’s even using turn signals… sort of.

Full disclosure: I saw this star wars fanart a week and a half ago and thought “So cute!! I want to draw something like that, but with an HQ team.” Then I put that thought away until I made this piece this weekend… And upon review discovered I unintentionally copied even the same vehicle… so… full credit for the idea to OP. I just wanted to draw something summery with the seijoh kiddos for a new desktop wallpaper/header img ;;;

About the eclipse in Oregon

@ everyone visiting the Oregon coast for the eclipse:

Please keep in mind many of these small towns, although they have been trying to prepare for -years-, cannot accomodate the massive influx of tourists in every way. Emergency response for medical issues will be stretched very thin because of this, energy grids here will be strained in spite of officials playing it off with a greedy smile, and cell towers will be fucked up, as will just about every other resource. Boating areas will be extra dangerous, especially near walls and enclosed areas.

Please be considerate to our home and each other so everyone can enjoy the eclipse safely! There is also a lot of wildlife here that people from the city are not accustomed to – paying attention and being a safe driver are extra critical in our rural coastal areas as these animals can run out from the woods along the road at any time, especially at night.

((Even on normal summer weekends when tourists come in, I watch the local ambulance drive on my 101 bridge 3-4x more often. … this is gonna be intense.))

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Andrew’s choice video about teen driving awareness that Jared and Gen participated in a couple months ago ❤️❤️❤️.

So the other day I spat out a Twitter thread where I headcanoned about Jack as a biker. I guess I should share it over here too.  Enjoy.

Jack liked old cars as a kid, but he liked motorcycles better. Loved the freedom, the sense of not being sheltered. Having no buffer between him and the world.

Bikes can be dangerous even when you’re a safe driver. People are stupid on the road, and they don’t watch out for bikers. And Jack loved that too. The risk and the self-reliance, having his fate in his own hands.

But then he wasn’t always a safe driver. A bike can be a real exciting and fun way to court death, and on his bad days he kinda did.  Rode like he was racing his own shadow. Wove through heavy traffic on the freeways and took the curvy back roads like a roller coaster.  Looking back he feels stupid about it. He’s always ready with advice for young bikers on how to be sane and not take people down with you.  But back then, sometimes it was his only outlet for the feeling of being trapped.

He likes all kinds of bikes, and he does have a soft spot for the speed and responsiveness of sport models, but his faves are the classics.  The weight, the lines, the feeling of sturdy rebuildable invincibility. Sexy.  He’s always on the lookout for a classic frame that’s still in good shape because when he can’t ride, he restores.

Torbjorn lets him use one of his less ridiculous workshops, and even joins Jack sometimes.  It’s kind of a bonding exercise with them.  Sometimes they’ll restore the things back to their original build, and sometimes they get…creative.  Between the two of them, they do enough rebuilding that there’s no way Jack can keep them all.  It becomes a charity thing.  They auction them off for fundraisers. Motorcycle wonks can be real snobs, and custom bikes rebuilt by Overwatch heroes are quite a collector’s item.

Jack organizes charity rides too sometimes, even if he usually can’t participate.  He seldom has the time, and anyway having a high-profile celebrity along just complicates things a lot of the time.

So mostly he keeps the biker thing low key, in Overwatch. He has other outlets for the crazy risk-taking these days.

Holy crap though, the way he rides.

So the thing about a bike is you drive it with your body.  A man with strength & reflexes beyond human can take a bike beyond human limits.  A couple of the other SEP subjects liked to ride too, and Jack used to go out with them.  But few others are both willing or able to keep up with him. Although Reinhardt probably has been known to. The man does work with a rocket strapped to his back.

(And then there’s the part where he has a secret fantasy of Gabe fucking him over the back of a bike.  But that’s for another time.)

Cars used to be a luxury item that didn’t go faster than a well-motivated horse, so a simple lap belt was sufficient to keep drivers safe in a bruising 10-mile-per-hour collision. But, as cars sped up, lap belts started contributing to injuries instead of preventing them. One of those who died was a relative of Volvo president Gunnar Engellau, who decided that was some bullshit.

In the late 1950s, he hired an engineer named Nils Bohlin to make cars safer – not just their cars, but all cars. Recognizing the need for a device that absorbed force across both the chest and waist, Bohlin developed the three point seatbelt that’s in essentially every modern vehicle more complex than a bumper car.

Now, this put Engellau’s company in a powerful position; they could have made rival car executives get on their knees and beg for the privilege to pay millions for access to this new technology, or they could have just refused to share the patent and instead run with a new marketing slogan like, “Volvo: The Only Car That Won’t Splatter Your Brains Across The Goddamn Sidewalk.”

Instead, Volvo allowed anyone to use their new patent for free because, while they wanted to make money, they drew the line at letting other human beings die just because they preferred to drive a rival automobile. And they weren’t begrudgingly getting ahead of the government inevitably forcing them to share in the name of public interest – the company sent Bohlin abroad to promote the use of his new belt.

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Ever think about driving with Harry?

Like sitting next to him in one of his expensive cars surrounded by buttery soft leather. And getting to watch all of the faces he pulls while concentrating on the road. And when you’re on a long, straight stretch that doesn’t require both hands on the wheel or he’s not fiddling with his bottom lip with that free hand, he’s reaching over to you, taking your hand from your lap so he can hold it. He likes to bring your knuckles to his lips, placing soft kisses with quick glances at you. But his eyes never linger for too long–he does have to watch the road, after all; “M’a safe driver, love.”

And when you’re on long drives or stuck in traffic, you like to sneak pictures of him. Of course, you’re never really sneaky about it because you love the way he gets all grumpy when you do. “Why yeh got to bother me while I’m operatin’ heavy machinery, kitten?” And you pout in response to his assertions that you’re annoying, sticking that bottom lip out that makes him feel some kind of way. So he turns and gives one of those cheesy, eye crinkling smiles, letting you snap a quick pic.  

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anonymous asked:

For the four word prompt, "Are you fucking insane!?". Love your writing xx

As Harry pulled his car into his driveway, I felt my nerves acting up. He was taking me to his house for the first time in our short relationship. Obviously, his house was much larger than anything I’d ever been in in my life and the sheer size of it blew me away.

“Hey,” He says as he puts the car into park, drawing my gaze away from the house and back to his bright green eyes, “It’s just a house.”

I swallow and nod, “You’re right, I’m being ridiculous.”

He smiled and got out of his seat, quickly coming over to my side to open the door, “You don’t have to do that, you know, I can open my own door.” I say as I get out.

“I know,” He says and closes the car door before carefully backing me up against it, hands on my waist, “I like doing it though. It’s more for me than you, really.” He presses a kiss to my cheek before backing away and intertwining our fingers.

He let’s go of my hand while we’re in the garage to unlock the door and I find myself wandering to the corner of the room where his motorcycle sits. I run my hand over the handlebars and the leather seat, intrigued by it. I’d never seen Harry ride it and I imagine as I stand there biting my bottom lip that I would enjoy the sight very much.

“You like it?” Harry’s voice in my ear startles me, causing me to jump back as I hadn’t heard him approach.

He chuckles as I playfully whack him across the chest, “Christ, could you warn me next time? You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Sorry,” He says and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my shoulders, “Do you want me to take you for a ride?”

I smirk and turn a bit to face him, laughing through my words, “Are you fucking insane?”

“What?” He says, feigning offense, “Are you scared?”

“Of course I’m scared.” I turn back to the bike, “It’s a death trap.”

“Is not!” He says indignantly, “I’m a very safe driver.”

I’m still looking skeptical so he steps around me to grab a helmet, putting one on his own head before handing one to me. I stare at it, but don’t take it. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” He coaxes, “You know I’ll always keep you safe.” He’s straddling the bike now and I feel my resolve crumbling.

He’s still holding the helmet out to me and I finally break into a smile before taking it.

“That’s m’girl.” He says as I put the helmet on and I can’t help the butterflies in my stomach at the endearment. I’ll never fully get used to being his, I don’t think.

I get on behind him and tighten my arms around his waist, “Easy there,” He chuckles, “I need to breathe, you know.”

I immediately loosened my grip, relieved he couldn’t see my cheeks redden, “Sorry.” I murmur.

“S’alright, love.” He says and then starts the motorcycle. If he says anything else, it’s lost in the sound of the engine. I try to keep my grip lose, but as the bike speeds up I instinctually tighten around him and I feel laughter rumble through him with my cheek pressed to his back.

I can’t deny that as I got used to the bike, it started to feel a little like flying and slowly, I loosened my grip around Harry and started laughing as the wind whipped my face. As we neared back to his house, Harry took the bike down a hill and I lifted my arms out to my sides like wings, laughing the whole way.

“Hey!” Harry yelled over his shoulder in alarm, “Stop that! You’re not Kate, I’m not Leo, and this is not the Titanic!”

I continue laughing, but wrap my arms around him again as we reach the bottom of the hill and then Harry’s driveway.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He exclaims as he he shuts off the bike and dismounts, his face furious, “You could’ve fallen off!”

I pull off my helmet and shake out my hair, “Oh relax, don’t be a buzzkill.”

He looks exasperated and then steps closer to me… and then closer still until he grabs my chin and searches my eyes. “What are you looking at?” I try to push his hand away, but it remains firm and his face softens.

He chuckles lowly, “My God… you have an adrenaline kink.”

I really shove him away from me now, stuttering and turning red, “I do not!” I insist indignantly.

“Love, your pupils are properly blown out, I can barely see any of the color.” I’m still frowning at him so he comes closer to me and wraps an arm around my waist, “It’s okay, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. We can’t help what turns us on.” He has a cocky smile on his face and I turn away from him, flooded with embarrassment, but he grabs my wrist and turns me back to him, “Hey, come on, I’ll just have to take you on the bike more often.” And he grins mischievously and squeezes my bum before pulling me into the house.

And after the things we did in that house, I didn’t think I’d mind if he took me on that bike everyday for the rest of my life.

Taken [Chapter 3]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15
Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Epilogue



“One, two, three. One, two, three.” Chen claps his hands loudly, expecting you to follow his beat. “Come on, you’re supposed to count for yourself. I’m not going to be there to count for you.”

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anonymous asked:

Has it ever occurred to you that in the English language, the same verb is used for bringing a pizza to someone's house and giving birth? Of course, in times of yore women had to deliver (i.e. produce heirs), and I know, of course, that you can't change the world, but what's your opinion about the terminology and if it's possible to change it? Is it reasonable today to equate a woman in labour with a pizza boy? (This is no shame-and-blame, just asking for an opinion)

You know, I’ve been thinking about this ask for months. It’s one  I saw but never got around to answering. And I think you’re looking at a narrower view of the word Delivery. 

You deliver a pizza. You deliver a baby. 

But you also deliver your family from evil. You deliver the hostages safely from the compound. You usher safely these precious things, and a child is nothing if not precious. 

Deliverance is defined as “the act of being rescued or set free,” and we can certainly see being birthed as being rescued from a life trapped inside the womb! 

It’s also… it’s not mom who delivers the baby. The mom (or trans dad, or nb dfab human) gives birth. It’s the midwife, or nurse, or paramedic, or truck driver, who delivers the baby – who sees its passage is safe, just as the driver of the car delivers your pizza safely to your door, and I deliver patients safely to the hospital. 

So no, I don’t see a problem with delivering a baby. If you’ve ever seen it done, if you’ve ever been handed a newborn, you want nothing more than to usher it safely through life. 

The tiny, tiny shoe fits, and so I think, linguistically, we should wear it .

What do you guys think? 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

all movies watched in JULY 2017

bold: seen before

American Honey

Antichrist

Arrival

Baby Driver

Frank & Lola

Girl Asleep

Grease

Hunt for the Wilderpeople

It’s Kind of a Funny Story

Love

Loving

Midnight Special

Miss Julie

Mud

My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done?

Okja

Safe

Shotgun Stories

Snowpiercer

Stroszek

Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story

Tag

The American Friend

The Beguiled

The Harvest

The Red Circle

To The Bone

Violette Noisiere

Wanda

Welcome to Me

What We Do in the Shadows

mentally ill driving experiences

• I Am Not Ready To Be Home Yet compulsive detours

• hyper awareness of how hot your left thigh is

• sky wires dissociation

• running a yellow and powerful shame

• checking your blind spot six consecutive times before switching lanes and almost drifting in the other direction

• “i should check my phone” “NO”

• driving a sleepy residential street and hearing the crackle of seeds n twigs under ur wheels but ur brain telling you you’re killing something

• using your turn signals even in your own driveway where there are no other cars or drivers or people who might need to know

• moderating your road rage bc you’ve probably pissed off other drivers too but??? Feeling It and then feeling guilty

• i pulled over to the side of the road to make this post and wuthering heights just came on the damn radio so that’s just… happening

compilation of Rhonda’s “AAMI car insurance safe-driver rewards” ads

to my non-australian followers who haven’t experienced the phenomenon that is Rhonda and Ketut, these ads aired periodically and became a national hype (even resulting in a website where you could vote for who was Rhonda’s match) so I seriously recommend watching it, it truly is one of the greatest australian love stories