#car accident news

[rightnewshindi]

300 मीटर गहरी खाई में गिरी कार, दो युवा वकीलों की हुई मौत; NDRF की टीम ने खोज कर निकले शव

Himachal News: हिमाचल प्रदेश के किन्नौर जिले (Kinnaur Sangla Car Accident) में सड़क हादसे थमने का नाम नहीं रहे हैं. 24 घंटे में यहां पर दो हादसे (Car Accident) हुए हैं और तीन लोगों की मौत हो गई. दो युवा वकीलों ने भी हादसे में अपनी जान गंवाई है. दोनो के शवों को काफी मशक्कत के बाद खाई से खोजा गया. फिलहाल, पुलिस हादसे के कारणों की जांच कर रही है. जानकारी के अनुसार, किन्नौर के सांगला घाटी के रुतुरंग…

[banglakhobor]

আগুন লাগার ঝুঁকি, প্রায় ১ লাখ গাড়ি ফেরানোর তোড়জোড় হুন্ডাই, কিয়া'র

আগুন লাগার ঝুঁকি রয়েছে, এই কারণে ৯১ হাজারেরও বেশি নতুন গাড়ি গ্রাহকদের থেকে ফেরানোর ব্যবস্থা করছে হুন্ডাই ও কিয়া। এর মধ্যে হুন্ডাই সংস্থার গাড়ি প্রায় ৫২ হাজার ও কিয়া সংস্থার গাড়ি প্রায় ৪০ হাজার। মার্কিন যুক্তরাষ্ট্রে এই গাড়িগুলি ফেরানো হবে বলে জানিয়েছে রয়টার্স। বাজার থেকে প্রত্যাহার করা হতে পারে এমন মডেলগুলির মধ্যে রয়েছে Hyundai 2023-2024 Palisade, 2023 Tucson, Sonata, Elantra, and Kona…

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My dad was driving on a highway and said “that car is too yellow, we need to go faster” and clicked a button and we went into hyperspeed and appeared in New York City, where be promptly crashed into a pedestrian and I woke up.

[maybe-boys-do-love]

Ride (Chotun Puttipong) is just an anonymous delivery driver. His helmet, his headlessness, even his name all alienate him from any personal identity. He is simply the labor he provides and nothing more. When Tarnsai (Jennie Panhan) cares enough to appreciate his work (that he would drive late in the rain when others weren't willing) and offer him a cup of coffee (a gesture that has more personal meaning rather than just the money he's earned) he removes his helmet to reveal a face, a real human being, that Tarnsai can form a connection with.

People often misunderstand Marxism as anti-labor, when it's chief concern is actually the dehumanization of the people who are laboring. Peaceful Property is so profoundly interested in remembering the human lives of forgotten laborers. They had struggles and loved ones and dreams and faces. They dreamed of better lives, of homes they could go to when all the work was done. But it's not just the ghosts. Look at how the team had to investigate through pages of renters' names to find Tarnsai because the landlord had no relationship to the tenets. Marxist alienation is about the loneliness everyone can feel when we're limited to these empty commodified relationships.

[infectiouspiss]

a sad pathetic wet man who's an f1 driver pulls into the pit, 6 seconds later she drives away having been fully medically transitioned into a sad pathetic wet woman

[scooby-doo-exploration]

tanot

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[nintendoni-art]

So I'm doing Thumbnails for the Bumblekast now.

Like, officially, which in my opinion is pretty neat. ^^

[the-football-chick]

Khyree Jackson was killed in an automobile accident early this morning. He had played cornerback for both Oregon and Alabama and had been selected in the 4th round of this year's draft by the Minnesota Vikings. He was 24.

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[t1oui]

@jegulus-microfic | april 25th | headlights | 1,222 words | cw: mentions of a car accident, hospitals, mentions of smoking (nothing graphic)

Regulus tries so hard to think that Sirius is an idiot. That bloody thing'll kill you, he remembers saying. Sirius had only laughed. No one's laughing now.

It was just a Friday night. Regulus got home from work late and was looking forward to doing nothing until Monday morning. Was looking forward to being alone, sitting around with popcorn and staring at the telly until he fell asleep. Now, the idea of a simple night in feels light years away.

He never gets what he wants.

Sitting on a stiff white chair outside Sirius's room at St. Mungo's, Regulus's leg bounces up and down at a frantic pace, mind racing. Didn't he see the headlights? Didn't he try and stop? It wasn't his fault, they said. Regulus's older brother is in a hospital bed and he wants to strangle the idiot who put him there.

Remus is sitting across from him, eyes red-rimmed and body curled in around himself. He arrived before Regulus. Pettigrew was pacing until Remus yelled at him and he mumbled something about getting a coffee.

It feels like hours before Potter arrives. Regulus and Remus are only taking up two of maybe eight seats crowded into the hallway, but James sits right next to him. He's crying, too busy looking at his phone to pay Regulus any mind beside him.

"Why are you here?" Regulus grumbles. He sounds like shit. The corridor is far too bright for someone who wants to crawl into a hole and never come out. James glances up at him, looking confused and distressed and tired. God, Regulus is so fucking tired.

"My best friend is... he's...." James gestures helplessly to the room behind them. They're not whispering, but their voices are hoarse. Remus isn't paying attention anyway - he's been staring into space for hours now. "He's in there."

"No," Regulus says, shaking his head in frustration. He hates when people don't understand him. "Why are you... here. There's so many seats."

James stares at him for a moment. He still holds his phone in his lap - if Regulus looks closely, he can see the name Lily written across the top of the screen with a pink flower beside it. James opens his mouth to speak, but Regulus interrupts him, pointing to the phone.

"That's a hibiscus flower, you know."

"What?" James doesn't sound like he's actually processing anything Regulus is saying. Regulus presses his finger next to Lily's contact name. He remembers her from school. He never liked her much.

"The flower here," he says. "It's not a lily. It's a hibiscus."

James sniffles, shrugging helplessly. "There's no lily emoji," he says. "This one's good enough."

Regulus doesn't say that he thinks that's sort of stupid. He's too tired to, and he knows James doesn't really care. Who does?

"I don't want to be lonely," James tells him. Regulus stares at his ear.

"What?"

"You asked," James says, shrugging again. He shrugs a lot. "Why I sat next to you."

Regulus looks up, glances over to Remus. He's managed to gather all of his limbs up onto the small hospital chair and is staring into space, eyes glazed over, arms wrapped around his knees. "Why didn't you sit next to him?"

James's answer comes so quiet that he has to lean closer to hear. "I'd still be alone."

Regulus stares at him. "Oh." He wonders where Pettigrew's gotten off to. Wonders if Lily will come to take James home, will gather Remus into the car too. Wonders who will take him home now that the motorcycle he hates so much is nothing more than a pile of scraps, its owner not much more.

"D'you wanna see a picture of my cat?" James asks. Regulus looks back at him. James is tilting his phone towards Regulus, even though he never answered, and Regulus finds himself leaning closer again to look. His cheek brushes James's shoulder, and he expects James to tense up - they barely know each other. James is probably humoring him, but his best friend's weird little brother leaning his head on his shoulder is probably the last straw. James is just being nice because he's sad. Last Regulus heard, he has a pretty girl and a son waiting for him at home.

But James leans into the touch. Regulus is too tired to pull away. (Part of him doesn't want to pull away. He tells this part to be quiet.)

"Her name's Leo," James says, holding up his phone to reveal a small gray tabby. The smile is evident in his voice, which is soft and close to Regulus's ear. It sounds like a lullaby. "Harry named her."

"Leo," Regulus says softly. James's curls are tickling his cheek. It's not an unpleasant feeling - it reminds him of walking barefoot over grass on a sunny day.

"Like the constellation," James explains. "It's Haz's favorite. 'Course, he is a Leo, so he's a bit biased there...."

Regulus glances down and notices his fingers loosely intertwined with James's. He doesn't remember doing that.

"Leo's the constellation -" he begins.

"Your star," James replies. He sighs softly, content but a little shaky. "Yeah."

They're both silent for a while. It's weirdly comfortable, even in the buzzing hospital, even with Remus sitting numb across from them and Sirius laying unconscious behind them and Peter knocking around, probably smoking the pack of cigarettes Regulus saw him slip out of Remus's pocket before he disappeared.

"Is Lily going to pick you up?" Regulus asks.

"She has Harry tonight," James says instead of answering. It only leaves Regulus with more questions.

"I thought..." Regulus begins, but he doesn't know what he thinks, not really. James seems to, though.

"We broke up," he says simply. He shrugs a little, only one shoulder, trying not to jostle Regulus's head. "Few years ago."

Regulus is quiet for a while. He remembers school, seeing James's golden-brown arm wrapped around Lily's pale shoulders. He remembers a pang of pain at the sight, feels it now, a dull ache located deep within his chest. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says, but he doesn't sound sincere.

"Don't be," James says. He's turned his head, and his lips brush just barely against Regulus's forehead. He should pull away, but instead, he just closes his eyes. "She's my best friend."

Regulus squeezes James's hand. "I'm glad you're here," he whispers.

James squeezes back. "I'm glad you're here, too," he replies.

He sets his phone down on his lap, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a jumbled ball of headphones. He tries for a minute or so to untangle them one-handed before finally sighing and pulling his fingers out from between Regulus's, pulling the earbuds into his phone. He hands one to Regulus.

"Put it in," he says, watching Regulus do nothing.

"Why?" Regulus asks.

"It's too... something in here."

Regulus gives him a small smile as he puts the earbud in. It fits weird, but not uncomfortable weird like he remembers. Just different. As he settles his head back onto James's shoulder, a soft melody begins to play into his ear. James sets the phone down on his knee before taking Regulus's hand again, resting his head against Regulus's curls. Regulus takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

Maybe this night won't be as long as he thought.

[oooohno]

My mom & I had lunch with my grandma & her friends today & watching them still going out together, having fun, talking shit & reminiscing about old days made me really excited to grow old

[bittersweetcandyblog]

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[b4kuch1n]

pre-holiday leave crumbs

[pennedinblood]

as of ten minutes ago we are officially Jobless™️. my sign to retire early and devote the remainder of my existence to writing toxic old man yaoi

[cat-turtle-art]

any help is apprecated

i normally wouldn't put personal stuff online but i want to help my family is some way. and this is the only way i can thinks of. even if you can't donate, please reblog. on the 21, My Cousin's ex-wife(27) and their son(almost 2 years), were hit head on by a car going over 100mph. the driver was impared and driving erratically. (more info in gofundme post) Here is the go fund me; https://gofund.me/6c003456

[allthecanadianpolitics]

A B.C. man has been sentenced to nearly five years in jail after receiving his 21st conviction for impaired driving — which police believe to be the most in Canadian history. In a news release Friday, the Abbotsford Police Department said it responded to a report of a motorcycle accident in the 1800 block of Clearbrook Road on the evening of Aug. 15, 2022. The owner of the motorcycle was known to police for having a history of prohibited and impaired driving offences.

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[scooby-doo-exploration]

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