#Beach Drive

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[bigtreefest]

Awww. So sweet and definitely adorkable!!

Adorkably You

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

A little drabble based on a fellow Tumblr.

Warnings: Fluff. Dorkiness.

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The exfil for your mission was waylaid due to weather. So, what were two supersoldiers and a superspy to do? You boosted an old truck. The clunky Ford with worn out shocks and crackled bench seat wasn't the most comfortable ride you'd had but being curled up against Bucky, while the two of you slept and Steve drove, made it bearable. 

You woke and stretched as much as possible in the tight space. Looking over at Steve you lean to kiss his cheek, "You okay?"

"I'm good, Doll. Glad you woke though. Look to your right." Steve smiles.

You gasped when you turned your head which caused Bucky to stir. "Doll, you okay?"

"Look, Buck!" You say with awe in your voice. Bucky manages to tear his eyes from the beautiful smile that had lit up your face to see what had caused it. Looking over he sees the Pacific Ocean, dancing with glints of sunlight. A grin splits his face as he looks back at you. Your eyes haven't left the expanse of ocean running along Freeway 101 and you are squirming in your seat.

"Pull over!" You say suddenly to Steve. 

"What?" He asks, surprised.

"Pull over! I need to do something!" You are grinning like crazy and he can never resist that face. 

Gently, Steve steers the car into the emergency lane and stops. You practically crawl over Bucky out of the truck and run to the guardrail. You jump on top, balancing yourself, and let out a joyous whoop. You scream at the top of your lungs like an Amazon warrior charging into battle, turn a cartwheel, and then blow a kiss to the ocean. You run back to the truck where both your supersoldiers are leaning against it, laughing at your antics. 

"Now, kiss me for good luck!" You exclaim.

Steve chuckles as you jump into his arms for a sweet smooch and then sets you down. 

"Your turn!" You grin at Bucky. 

"We're in California, love. Gotta get some Hollywood style into it." He grabs you and bends you over his arm as if you're in an old movie and kisses you dizzy. 

Joy is written across all three of your faces, even through the exhaustion on Steve's. Looking at him, you cup his cheeks. "Your turn to rest, baby." 

"I'll drive, Honey." Bucky says, giving Steve a quick peck and rounding the truck. 

"You're adorkable. You know that?" Steve leans to kiss your head.

"You mean adorable?"

"I mean adorably dorky. Adorkably you. I love you, pretty girl."

"I love you, too, Stevie."

"And I love both of you, but if you don't get your asses back in this truck I'm leaving you here!" Bucky yells through a chuckle. 

A minute later you are back on the road, happily sandwiched between the loves of your life.

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[eklaysea]

This is my favorite pano, a rectilinear panorama requiring 34 images stitched in 2 rows of 17 each. I took it with a Nikon D200 and waited 6 months from the first idea of this shot for the Colony to fix its neon.

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[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

winters beach day ft various ships

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[the-storyist]

[hudson-fabulous-hornet]

> He knows it's not him, so why does he always go looking?

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[starscream-is-my-wife]

Ayy Robot nature documentary after a.. while

Humans discover why a bumblebee loves the water!

I love Bumblebees ability of having good eyesight and being a good swimmer, he’s not even that fast on land, it’s like a pokemon with a very specific niche I love him

[tiredeg]

People everywhere sense imminent danger all around. They sense that whatever just happened is the beginning of the savagery, not the end. People abandon their vehicles and begin to flee on foot. They exit buildings, run down stairs and out doors. People in subway trains and on busses, in halted elevator cars, work to pry open emergency exits and doors. They crawl, walk, and run for their lives. The most basic human instinct is to survive.—Annie Jacobsen, Nuclear War: A Scenario

They’re going to die, probably.  

“It was stupid of us to take the elevator,” Oscar says. 

Carlos manages an eye roll back at him. Oscar’s surprised the motion of his eyeballs doesn’t unbalance him, perched as he is on the railing around the edge of the elevator car, calves straining, reaching his phone up towards the emergency lighting strips. As high as possible, as if he can will the texts out of his phone, force the words out of the frozen elevator, up the shaft and out into the sky, send them floating through the air towards the recipients, soaring past the bombs coming the opposite way. 

Oscar’s no expert but he knows enough Spanish to be able to decipher the glimpses he’s managed of the screen. I will be ok. I love you all. Incongruous against the previous message in the thread, a picture of a scrappy white dog asleep on a couch. Oscar had watched Carlos add a heart react to it not two hours ago when they got back to the hotel after FP2. 

God, two hours ago. One hour and fifty minutes before someone told them to check their phones, before the awful silence as they watched the video. A farmer somewhere in California had put it on Facebook, a mushroom cloud blooming over a power plant. It was shared everywhere, Oscar had watched it with Kim, hunched over Twitter, or X, or whatever. The farmer is probably dead now. Facebook certainly is, anyway.

The bomb hit hundreds of miles away from their hotels in Vegas. Not far enough.

Finally, Carlos hops down, collapsing beside Oscar on the floor of the cab. The wall opposite them is a mirror, floor to ceiling, so Oscar doesn’t have to turn his head. It’s easier this way. 

“I think they have gone through,” Carlos blurts out, like he’d wanted to keep quiet but the words forced their way up his throat. “It has the two grey ticks. I think that means it's gone from my phone but I will not get blue ticks without signal.” 

It takes Oscar a second to catch his drift. There’s no way the messages went through. The signal’s been gone for a few minutes, Oscar reckons, about the same time the elevator stopped. Carlos isn’t an idiot, he must know. Oscar knows. 

“I think that’s right,” Oscar says. “They’ll have signal in Spain still, so they’ll have got it.” 

He feels Carlos sag a little at his words. They’re touching from shoulder to knee, something they wouldn’t have risked this morning. Doesn’t matter now. Probably shouldn’t have mattered at the time. 

“How would you go, if you could choose?” Carlos asks.  

Oscar shrugs. “Dunno, never really thought about it.” 

“Don’t be boring, think about it now.” Carlos shoves into him, puts his body weight behind it, but Oscar’s expecting it, can see him decide in the mirror. He braces himself, doesn’t move. Now they’re tangled. Now he can think. 

“I guess I read this book in school. It was nuclear stuff but not bombs, just radiation, so it was really slow. This one girl took her boyfriend’s good car out for one last drive, then floored it off a cliff in the end. I think I’d like that.” 

Carlos doesn’t say anything, just leans his head onto Oscar’s shoulder proper. If they stay like this too long Oscar won’t be able to feel his arm. Maybe that’s how he’d like to go, let Carlos lean on him limb by limb until he can’t feel anything anymore.  

“He was with her? The boyfriend?” Carlos mumbles. 

“Huh?” 

“In the nice car. Was she with her boyfriend?” 

“Oh, well not exactly, he was in a submarine I think, I don’t remember it all. They might not have been boyfriend and girlfriend actually, or maybe they were, I don’t know. They definitely loved each other.” 

“Oh,” Carlos says, “that’s nice.” 

“Yeah. What about you, what way would you go?” 

Oscar watches in the mirror as Carlos looks up at him.  

“I had a different answer but I like yours better, I think.” 

“Copycat. I suppose you can come along.” Oscar shifts, rearranging Carlos’s arms around him. 

“Who would drive?” Carlos asks. 

Oscar wants to be the one who wants to drive. He could take that role, let Carlos hold on as their imaginary car gets closer to the point of no return, make the decision to keep the car pointing forward, his foot to the floor. He could take the wheel, if he had to. 

In the mirror he can see Carlos is still looking at him. He meets his own eyes in the reflection, then lets his head turn, lets himself look for real. 

“I don’t want to drive,” Oscar whispers.

“Okay,” Carlos shrugs, easy. “I’ll do it.” 

The emergency strips go dark. Oscar doesn’t know what that means, why they worked when the power went out or why they’ve stopped now. He’s annoyed at how he expects his eyes to adjust, blinking hard when they don’t as if he can force the nonexistent light into his pupils.  

He can still feel. He’s shaking, he thinks. Carlos’s arms tighten around him, unsteady too. Oscar revises his previous answer, overwhelmingly glad of the elevator; they can’t get lost in here, it’s too small. He doesn’t really know the timeline on these things, maybe it’ll take a day, maybe a few seconds. They’re here for now. 

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[kings-highway]

"I cant believe Haikyuu never had a beach episode!" Well I just found out that between 2011 and 2024, the only swimming beach in Sendai City was CLOSED due to severe earthquake damage, so NO, none of them had beach days, they didn't HAVE a beach to go to even if they wanted to. The lack of a beach episode is fucking Real-Life-Accurate. Give the boys a beach. GIVE THE BOYS A BEACH.

[the-storyist]