seatbelts for safety

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“Transgenders, better known as hijras in India, are not like their counterparts in other parts of the world. Indians consider them sacred, touched by God. Their blessings are auspicious and generally accompanied by their signature clapping. They’re often invited to bless newborns and newly weds. In fact, most hijras make their living by exchanging blessings for cash at traffic signals. With the help of hijras, [Channel V] wanted to educate reckless motorists, about a very basic safety procedure they constantly ignored.”

The Seatbelt Crew attempted to engage motorists in a ‘brief safety announcement’ at one such traffic signal. The amazing gender non-conforming individuals, who according to the law fall under the Third Gender category, lent their invaluable support to the cause.

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10 Tony Stark Headcanons

Requested by @goddammitstony

1. Unlike what many assume, Tony actually eats regularly. In college Rhodey would keep snacks in his pockets or in his bag to hand to tony. Later Pepper learned to do the same and bought a clipboard with an compartment built in and kept snacks there. When they knew they’d be away awhile they would make a huge stash of snacks ready made with instructions to Tony’s bots and Jarvis to hand him them throughout the day.

2. From 3 to 14 years of age, Tony actually hated Captain America. Tony blamed his fathers distance and sometimes outright cold attitude on the ‘dead’ superhuman. He was envious that Howard spent so much of his time searching for the Captain and resentful for being constantly compared to him, and found lacking.

3. Tony was devastated that he couldn’t make it to his Aunt Peggy’s funeral. The mess that was the UN and Sokovia Accords kept him away and forced him to stay.

4. Tony paid for Peggy’s nursing home, caretakers, and eventually her funeral.

5. When Peggy complained about not being able to get around anymore, Tony built her a wheelchair that hovered and went up to 30 miles per hour. Of course he installed a seatbelt and safety measures. Including tasers and a tranq gun all controlled by Jarvis if she was ever in trouble.

6. Tony Stark is a cuddler. He also is a very tactile person but only with people he trusts.

7. At one point Tony thought he was in love with Rhodey. Turned out, being the sheltered rich kid who had no true friends until Rhodey, he was confusing romantic love with platonic.

8. Tony Stark is a total nerd who loves bingeing on Netflix, he particularly loves Game Of Thrones.

9. When no one is around (not even Rhodey or Pepper) Tony plays the piano. His mother taught him when he was young and every time he plays he can feel his mother sitting next to him and her fingers guiding his.

10. Tony, in the aftermath of Siberia, has new thin scars made from his nails crisscrossing where the arc reactor use to be. The huge bruise that bisects the old reactor scar didn’t start fading for months.

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But of course he had a motorcycle. Out of all reasonably safe vehicles of the world, he had to have a motorcycle.

‘I still can’t understand how they are allowed to produce something that doesn’t even have a seatbelt or any other reliable safety tool, I mean this thing is dangerous, Jayce. There’s nothing, literally nothing, between you and your end when you’re riding this’. Was there any point in discussing this when she was already sited behind him? Probably not. She held onto him tighter and closed her eyes.

'I’m every safety tool you may ever need’, he awnsered and revved the engine.

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Although the characters in the show often drive illegally (underage/without a license) as well as erratically due to magic adventures, getting revenge against jerks named Kevin or chasing pink haired babes on motorcycles, I appreciate the message of always wearing your seat belt. 


Sour cream: There is nothing lame about seatbelt safety.

Search Team//Scott McCall

Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.

*REQUESTED FROM PROMPT LIST*

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

You let out a big sigh before knocking heavily on Scott’s door. You continued knocking until he answered.

His hair was disheveled and he was just in boxers. “What the hell, Y/N?”

I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.“

He groans, “Are you kidding me? What does this have to do with me?”

“Aren’t you all wolfy? Can’t you like, sniff her out or something?”

The look on his face told you he could, but he didn’t want to.

Stiles came trudging down the hallway. “Scott, who’s here?”

“It’s just Y/N. She can’t find her cat.”

Stiles yawns, clearly not interested in what conversation his roommate was having.

He gave a quick wave before retreating to his room.

“Scott please?”

He groans and rubs his head, “Let me go get dressed.”

You hug him tight and smile, “Thank you. I owe you one.”

You stand in the doorway as he changes, occasionally calling out for your cat. When Scott returns the two of you go downstairs to your car.

“Any idea where she would’ve gone?”

You shake your head, “Can’t you like…sniff her out or something?”

“I mean…yeah..but it’s going to rain and there’s thousands of stray cats.”

“It’s going to rain?”

“That wasn’t the point of that sentence but yeah. I can smell it.”

“You can smell weather but not my cat.”

“I mean…yeah.”

You sigh and lay back in the seat. “Okay. I have no idea how being a werewolf works then.”

He takes off and heads into the streets surrounding your apartment.

“I’ve had the worst day.” You groan.

“What do you mean? What happened?”

“Walk of shame this morning because I drank too much. I get home and I’m so hungover that I have to drink more and I’m just now getting hit with my hangover hangover. Oh yeah, and my cat’s gone.”

“Wow.” Scott grins at you. “Walk of shame? Who was the lucky guy?”

You pull your hood up around your face and swat his arm, “You’re an asshole.”

He laughs, “Sorry. I’m just interested in your one night stand.”

You stick your head out the window, yelling your cat’s name.

“No offense but if you were yelling my name out like that, I wouldn’t come.” Scott looked over at you.

You had half your body out the window, so it wasn’t that difficult to swing your leg over and kick his arm. “Look who’s talking, you’re satan.”

“I’m a werewolf, not the anti-Christ.”

“All I know is that you’re involved in some spooky ass true alpha mess. So excuse me for categorizing it with Satan.”

He chuckles, “You’re crazy.”

“I just don’t know the ins and outs of lycanthropy.”

“Would you like an explanation?”

“Why not?” You shrug.

“Okay, but first in the car with your seatbelt. Safety first.” He reaches his arm over and pulls you into the car.

Safety first. What are you? FIVE?” You grumble as you put your seatbelt on.

He explains everything to you ask you drive, your head felt as if it had swelled with all the new information. “I’m too sober for this.”

“You wanted the whole thing. In its entirety.” He laughs.

You drive around until daylight, returning back to your apartment empty handed. Scott goes inside with you, helping you look inside.

“Y/N, your apartment is creepy as hell.”

“I probably have the worst one in the complex. It’s like someone died in here. I swear my house is haunted.

He laughs, “It probably is.”

He looks in the living room while you look in the bedroom.

“Y/N…” He calls out suspiciously.

“Yeah?”

“Listen…so…I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

You groan.

“What did you do?” You walk out to the living room, gasping at the sight before you. “Really, McCall? You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot the part where I found your cat.” He sighs.

“You did? She scratched you?”

“Obviously.”

You watch as it heals. “Sorry I dragged you out of bed at 3 a.m for no reason, then.”

“It’s not a big deal, I like hanging out with you.”

“Thank you.” You smile at him.

“No problem, we should definitely go an adventure together again.”