#airport train

[unitednetizen]

Bengaluru City to Airport Train | Know everything about Bengaluru Airport Train

[majianguo]

First time taking the new airport train to the city, the original airport was too small and it was being utilized by the military as well which made it difficult to handle a large number of flights. This airport is actually in front of the beach located in the southwest corner of Yogya.

[unclassedguy]

Sukuna and Yuji use public transportation

[doriandrifting]

I still feel so crazy about the fact that El’s reaction to Mike’s note is the same as Mike’s reaction to Will’s painting which is the same as Will’s reaction to Mike’s hug.

[pseudophan]

lowkey missed the last train do we kill ourselves

[looselipssinkships-x]

Trains >>>>> planes

[grubloved]

its so silly but i just keep thinking abt being in norway and seeing for the first time kinda ever that like governments can do things to make peoples life better. for no other reason but just to improve things. like im sure norway has lots of problems i didnt see on a trip but i cannot stress how insane it was that the government had done things because it would be nice. to take care of people. ?????

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Travel - 293 words

“I don’t think I can cope without you.”

Remus hums, kissing the top of Sirius’ head. “You’ll have James to keep you company.”

“It’s not the same,” Sirius mumbles into Remus' shoulder. The scratchy wool of his jumper itches his nose, but he can’t bear to move, not when it smells like Remus - musky vanilla mixed with the lingering scent of freshly mown grass from where they were lounging about in the garden. It invades every breath, wrapping around his mind like tendrils. He wants to stay like this forever, wrapped up in each other's arms in the dusky summer evening.

The automated announcement voice calls out, echoing along the platform. 'The train now approaching platform 2 is the 20:55 service to London Paddington via Cardiff Central.' It’s the moment he’s been dreading all day - all week even - the inevitable heartbreaking goodbye.

Remus pulls away ever so slightly so he can push their foreheads together, noses bumping and lips a breath apart. “Call me when you get home,” he murmurs as he holds Sirius’ face with those strong callous hands.

Sirius clings onto Remus' wrists, anchoring himself for the few remaining minutes they have. “It won’t be until almost midnight.”

“I don’t care, I won’t sleep until I hear you.”

Sirius smiles sadly, tilts his head just enough to press a soft, sad kiss to Remus’ lips as the train comes thundering into the station. “Come visit me soon?”

“The second I can, I’ll be there.”

They stay like that until the last moment - until the conductor pointedly blows the whistle in their direction.

Remus' hand slips from his grip as he steps aboard.

At four minutes to nine, Sirius presses his face to the window and watches the platform slip away.

[pacing-er]

How I'm choosing to interpret jjk264 until proven otherwise lol

(ft shitty work doodle)

[chaddavisphotography]

SkyConnect tram that connects the airport to the parking garage and rental car center.

[nocternalrandomness]

Warbird Heritage Foundation's 1968 T-2B in it's original USN colors takes to the air at Oshkosh

[majianguo]

This was our first time trying the relatively new airport train in Jakarta (KA Bandara). This is a photo of the second floor of BNI City station which looks to be a failed project, I suspect that it was supposed to be a mall shopping center since this is the largest and most important station on the airport train line. Overall, I did like taking the train, very modern and fast.

[laurapetrie]

It's impossible to say how many roses he bought me. Roses spilled onto the ground as I went. If I've ever been pretty, it was on that early Paris morning with roses overflowing from my full-to-the-brim arms.

Clarice Lispector, Too Much of Life: The Complete Crônicas (January 6, 1968)

[phoenixyfriend]

I don't love capitalism. This is known.

But every time I think about the company doing High Speed Rail along a specific set of Florida cities, I do feel respect.

Like yeah. That WAS a good choice. Go you.

[apricote]

i didn't want you to go back to sulani before i had the chance to do that.

[godlizzza]

hello ma'am, I would humbly offer you a fic prompt :3 how about Dan running late for a class, and colliding with Herbert as he tries to make it there? (it could be at Miskatonic or in a teen AU, I'll leave that up to you)

Herbert couldn't shake the voice of his nanny as he raced through the halls of Miskatonic University.

"No running inside! You'll trip and break your nose."

She had attributed this premonition to a combination of Herbert's general gracelessness and the lack of grip on his dress shoes' soles. Regardless, Herbert had continued to scurry about indoors all throughout his twenty-four years of life, broken nose free, and he wasn't about to stop now. Especially not when he was running late to class.

It wasn't that he was worried about being reprimanded for tardiness, it was that this was the first day they were being given permission to work, hands on, with the cadavers, and Herbert didn't want to miss it. It had been too long since he'd opened up a body beneath his fingers. Truly, he'd mastered no instrument quite like he had the scalpel, and his joints were getting rusty with disuse. If he was late, they might have assigned all the cadavers already, and he couldn't have that.

As he ppunded up the stairs, Herbert cursed the car accident that had blocked up traffic and made him late in the first place. Why couldn't whatever decrepit wretch who'd been behind the fateful wheel chosen to have a heart attack a different day? So inconsiderate! And now Herbert was suffering the consequences of their ill health. Really, it was cosmically unfair-

A body rushing down the stairs in the opposite direction clipped Herbert's shoulder as he passed, the speed and force of the hit knocking Herbert off balance. He careened on the edge of the step for a moment, arms pinwheeling as he tried to right himself, but that traitorous dress shoe slipped, sending Herbert falling backwards. His heart seized up in his chest as his vision turned skyward. His muscles clenched, bracing for impact.

But it never came. Before he could tumble down the stairs, his fall was abruptly arrested by an arm snaking around his waist. Herbert jolted as he was yanked up, colliding g into a solid body.

"Woah!" a voice said. "Shit, sorry. Are you okay?"

Herbert instinctively reached up, his hands flattening against a warm chest. He blinked and found himself staring up into a pair of concerned brown eyes. The proximity of his face to Herbert's, along with all the places their bodies were touching, had Herbert's cheeks blazing.

He recognised the man. It was Dan Cain, his fellow med student and classmate. Herbert had noticed him--as he noticed everyone, of course. He seemed a bright enough fellow, if a little lacking in constitution for a doctor in training.

Currently, Dan was a few steps above him, gripping the railing in one hand and Herbert in the other. His eyes kept flicking over Herbert's face, as though he really had fallen and broken his nose.

It was when Herbert felt the puff of Dan's breath over his mouth and realised how close their lips were, that he finally got a hold of himself enough to act. He regained his footing and shoved Dan back, reaching up to furiously readjust his glasses.

"I'm fine!" Herbert snapped. "Why don't you watch where you're going in the future?"

Dan appeared startled as Herbert pushed past him. "Uh, sorry. Wait, aren't you going to Dr. Hill's class today?"

Herbert paused long enough to glare down at Dan's earnest face. "Yes?"

Dan jabbed a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the floor Herbert had just passed.

"It's that way," he said.

Herbert's face grew impossibly hotter, his jaw tensing painfully as he clenched his teeth hard enough to crack. He turned around and stomped back the way he'd come, storming right past Dan's perplexed expression.

"I knew that!" he barked.

Dan chuckled behind him before his footsteps sounded up again, pacing after Herbert. Herbert didn't turn around and didn't wait for him to catch up, he just kept marching resolutely ahead. He'd had quite enough of Dan Cain for one day.