#CorsaE

[otomobilist]

Opel Corsa yenilendi

#Opel #Corsa yenilendi @opelturkiye

Opel’in son 2 yılda Almanya’da sınıfının en çok satan otomobili, 2021’de İngiltere’de toplamda en çok satan otomobil ve Türkiye’de 2023’ün ilk 4 ayında en çok satılan Opel modeli olma başarısını gösteren Corsa, Continue reading Untitled

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Opel Corsa Scamp, 1993. A high-riding pick-up concept based on the (then new) Corsa B hatchback series. The car's diminutive size meant a pick-up version would be next to useless (as demonstrated by the guy with the surfboard). Cute though

[quinnydoll]

the sheer number of games shortened to “AC” is staggering

[run2thesky]

When you watch your own replay back. [x]

[night-sanctuary]

[tvc12]

The way they parked that box just to start a fight on the estate

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

Charles no amount of baby bonnets are saving u from sunburn. Pls invest in some SPF i’m literally begging 😭😭😭

[relativelyfiction]

Charlos x "Snow and Dirty Rain" — Richard Siken [pt.1]

[leclerrari]

from lewis saying that if he could sit down with the fans on the bleachers he would support charles to charles saying lewis is one of the people he admires the most to them being teammates i’m afraid we’ve never been more back in the history of being back

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Awful First Meeting

@wolfstarmicrofic May 5, word count 688

Sirius spied him from across the room. There were much more attractive people at the party but something about him caught his eye. He watched him for a while, scoping him out. The man wandered near the wall and Sirius made him move. 

He slid up to the tall man and braced his hands either side of him against the wall. 

“Hi there sexy, how’s it going?” This move had a 100% success rate for Sirius. Once, they got a look at his pretty face, and he turned on his charms. They were putty in his hands. This time, however, backfired spectacularly. 

The man tensed and then, with strength that surprised Sirius, shoved him away before shouting. 

“Fuck off!” Silencing the party as he stormed out of the room. A few of the party goers stared at him and snickered to each other, but most just went back to dancing. 

Regulus’s best friend, Barty, sidled up beside Sirius. 

“Yeah, that’s Remus. He doesn’t like it when people box him in, breathe his air or basically get in his space.” 

“No shit,” Sirius glowered at him. Barty didn’t even bat an eyelid. Instead, he ran a finger down Sirius’s arm and said, 

“But I’m all about being shoved up against walls.” He winked at Sirius as he rejoined the party, getting lost in the crowd. Sirius was mad, but he was not that mad. No way could he handle Barty’s craziness on top of his own. 

He ran out of the room, hoping to find Remus and apologise. 

“Hey!” He yelled down the street at the retreating figure. “Hey, wait up!” Remus didn’t slow down. Sirius was out of breath by the time he caught up with his long strides. “Hey. I’m. Sirius.” He gasped between breaths. “I. Just. Wanted. To. Apologise. For what. I did. Back there.” He pointed in the general direction of the party. 

“Don’t care.” Remus said coldly as he folded himself into an ancient Vauxhall Corsa and sped away. 

“Do you want his number?” Evan said, popping out of the bushes. Sirius jumped out of his boots. 

“What the fuck, Evan! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” Sirius clutched his chest. Evan’s mouth spread into a toothy grin. 

“Nope, just trying to steal your boots!” He bent down and snatched them up as he ran back into the party. Sirius didn’t even bother chasing him down, he’d get them back eventually. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. His night was not going to plan. 

He was about to head back into the party and find out what Evan had planned for his poor boots when a car stopped beside him. 

“Were you just mugged?” Remus asked, after rolling the window down. Sirius barked out a laugh. 

“No, it was just Evan. I’ll get them back.” Sirius thought while he had Remus’s attention he’d push his luck. “So can I get your number then? I really would like to make up for that disastrous introduction in there.” He put on his best, 'I’m sorry, please love me' face, and Remus gave in. 

“Fine, give me your phone.” Sirius gleefully unlocked it and handed it over. Remus reached a hand out of his window and took it. 

“Gee,” He said, smiling wickedly. “It sure would be a shame if you were mugged twice tonight,” And he sped away, cackling. 

“OI!” Sirius yelled as he chased after the car in his socks. The car stopped halfway down the street and Sirius collapsed in the open window, reaching in to take his phone back. He couldn’t even get mad because the smile that greeted him made it all worth it. 

“Go get your shoes, and you can treat me to a McDonald's.” Sirius didn’t waste any time and rushed back into the party, tackled Evan to the ground, took back his boots, waved at his brother and almost dived head first into the little car. 

As Remus pulled away from the kerb, Sirius thought maybe his terrible night would turn around. That was until he found out how much Remus could eat.    

[chanrizard]

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#STAY

[lizablackthorn]

all we know is redrum

all of the editing in these photos belongs to me do not repost anywhere especially f1twt

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Siata 208 Corsa Spider, 1952, by Bertone. A one-off racing car designed by Franco Scaglione powered by Fiat's 8V engine that was kept by Nuccio Bertone for his own use

[i-am-a-polpetta]

comunque io tentata di scrivere agli sviluppatori del mio smartwatch per chiedergli di inserire tra le attività:

-andare nell'orto

-gestire la stalla

-vendemmiare

[dance-world]

John Corsa - photo by Alec Tremaine

[night-sanctuary]