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  • f2piastri
    25.09.2021 - 6 minutes ago

    hey everyone! today was a day of frustration, of course i understand whole situation and the decisions is for protection the drivers (i'm totally agree!).

    so, today wasn't the oscar day (p9 in sprint 1). i hope better luck for him tomorrow, he start in p1, that points of tomorrow is very important for championship. so, good luck oscar in the feature race!

    i'm going sleep now because i'm so tired. see u tomorrow guys! 👋

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  • formulagrafica
    25.09.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Luminary - Esteban Ocon

    If you like these wallpapers, don’t forget share it with your friends and download your favorite 🏁

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  • formulagrafica
    25.09.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Luminary - Fernando Alonso

    If you like these wallpapers, don’t forget share it with your friends and download your favorite 🏁

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  • call-me-kayyyyy
    25.09.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Happy Birthday @thiccbuckybarnesfic 🎉

    @buckybarnesbingo , @steverogersbingo , @stuckybingo , @marvelpetbingo

    #alpine#bucky barnes #bucky with the good hair
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  • nature-hiking
    25.09.2021 - 3 hours ago

    looking back down from the theodul pass - Tour de Monte Rosa, July 2021

    photo by: nature-hiking

    #theodul pass#mountain pass#snow#alps#mountains #alpine mountain views #TMR #Tour de Monte Rosa #long distance trail #wilderness#hiking#trekking#landscape#nature#photography#original photography #photographers on tumblr #TMR 2021
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  • justformula1
    25.09.2021 - 6 hours ago

    The top 10 for tomorrow is:

    Lando Norris

    Carlos Sainz

    George Russel

    Lewis Hamilton

    Daniel Ricciardo

    Fernando Alonso

    Valtteri Bottas

    Lance Stroll

    Sergio Perez

    Esteban Ocon

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  • holdmyhopeinyourhands
    25.09.2021 - 6 hours ago

    I'm not saying this is funny but that's exactly what I'm saying😂. Look at Lance breaking up the fight between the nemesies😭

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  • securitybreach
    25.09.2021 - 6 hours ago
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  • himekokosu
    25.09.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Prunella prunelliformis Makino

    Tateyamautubogusa

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  • f1-disaster-bi
    25.09.2021 - 9 hours ago

    All teams should have unique rubber ducks for this situation so if qualy can't be run due to rain, the drivers have to race their ducks down an incline to decide qualy

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  • f1svln
    25.09.2021 - 9 hours ago

    F1 admins it’s your time to shine again pls

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  • brotherhoodofcats
    25.09.2021 - 10 hours ago

    And Forgotten Time Will Find Its Long Way Back

    Warnings: Mention of panic attacks, nightmares and implied PTSD, nothing described in detail

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

    Rating: G

    Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (mentioned), Tony Stark (mentioned), Alpine

    Tags: Post-Endgame, Light Angst w/ Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Bucky has Nightmares, Bucky rediscovering old hobbies

    Word count: 2423

    Summary: Bucky doesn't sleep well these days, but getting back into an old hobby helps keep him occupied when the nightmares get too much. Sometimes, though, all he needs is Steve. And sometimes Steve isn't home the one day Bucky really needs him to be.

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    Sleeping was not something Bucky Barnes found easy these days.

    In all honesty, he probably hadn’t consistently slept well since before the war — and even then he’d always been something of an insomniac, always worrying about his family and Steve, but at least he didn’t have horrible nightmares back then. After fighting in the war followed by well over seventy years of torture and other traumatising life events, there was a lot that made it difficult for him to switch off properly and actually rest now.

    He knew Steve sometimes got nightmares and had bad nights, too. But Steve still managed to get eight hours of sleep almost every night — and while Bucky was glad someone in the house didn’t have such constant terrible trouble with the night, he just kinda wished he could get at least one good night himself every so often. Once a week would be more than acceptable, he thought.

    Most nights, Bucky would just hang around in the living room, watching random movies and shows as background noise until he got tired enough to drag himself to the bedroom and quietly slip in next to Steve, where he would probably spend another solid hour awake with too many thoughts running through his mind before finally falling into restless sleep for a few hours. He’d wake up tired in the morning, drink too much coffee to get himself pepped up, and then repeat the whole process again come nightfall.

    He knew Steve worried about him, so he’d been trying to at least get into bed earlier to alleviate his partner’s worries about what he was doing until three in the morning — he had been known to just go off walking around their property in the middle of the night to clear his head on occasion — but that still wasn’t helping the whole thing of trying to actually sleep. If they ever went to bed at the same time, Bucky would usually stay up and read in the lamplight with Steve fast asleep across his lap until the sun started peeking over the horizon.

    More recently, he’d been trying to find old hobbies to get back into, as had actually been suggested by Sam a while back when Bucky had admitted to his continuing struggles with...well, everything. Bucky had insisted he had plenty of things to keep him occupied around the property — what with looking after the animals and doing gardening and tinkering with the motorbikes and whatnot — but Sam had pointed out that all of that wasn’t exactly helping, was it?

    So Bucky had thought about some of the hobbies he’d had when he was younger, before the war and the Winter Soldier and everything else. Steve still had all of his art stuff that he did a lot of, and there were a lot of fond memories of the two of them sitting and drawing together in their apartment back in the day, but...Bucky never knew what to draw anymore. Everything that came to mind other than copying whatever was in front of him was just unpleasant, and he didn’t think sketching traumatic memories was going to be the best way to work through it.

    Sport had always been fun for him — he remembered the thrill of winning boxing matches, and sliding around in the mud playing soccer or variations of American football on a rainy day, and even going out to watch baseball matches with Steve when they could. It was just...so many of the sports he’d liked playing back then were things he just couldn’t play anymore. He’d be at an unfair advantage, really, with the vibranium arm and enhanced super soldier abilities, nevermind the fact that it was pretty likely he could seriously injure someone without meaning to if he ever played like he used to before the serum.

    The only other thing that really came to mind after all of that was one of the painfully few things he remembered his mom teaching him, and that was knitting. Bucky didn’t know when she’d taught him, honestly, it just felt like one of those things he’d grown up helping her with, because it seemed like she’d constantly been making clothes for him and his sisters, and the four of them had constantly wanted to get involved. Every winter they always had thick woolen socks, beanies and scarves to keep warm, and eventually Mama Barnes had started knitting for Steve as well.

    It took a little while to relearn the basics, but once he’d gotten the hang of it again, Bucky was almost unstoppable with how many projects he planned to get working on. He’d never been one to care much for following patterns, so everything was an endeavour of guessing that generally ended up being surprisingly accurate, and soon enough he was confident that he could start giving the things he made to other people should he feel like doing so.

    One particular day, for no particular reason, Bucky was having a horrible day. Well, he was pretty sure part of the reason was to do with the nightmares he’d had the previous night, but they seemed to be affecting him more than usual today. The Winter Soldier trigger words had been echoing in his mind since he’d opened his eyes this morning, and he couldn’t seem to shake them no matter how hard he tried.

    The last time it had been this bad, Bucky had ended up having a panic attack in the bathroom at four in the morning, haphazardly chopping his long hair off with the kitchen scissors until Steve came in, calmed him down enough to help tidy up the mess he’d made of his hair, then brought him back to bed and held him until he felt somewhat like a person again.

    But Steve wasn’t here today. Bucky had known for days now that Steve was going off to spend the day catching up with Tony, and he’d known for days that he wasn’t going because even after everything, even after making amends and crossing Stark’s name off in his book, he never felt quite right around him. He had no problem with Steve being friends with the man, he just knew he himself never could be. And that was fine.

    Except maybe for today, because today he really could’ve used Steve’s company, even if he had to be around Stark as well. Because today he was suffering, and he already knew tonight was going to be another sleepless night in the living room, because how could he possibly think about going to sleep again after what he’d seen last night?

    Желание…

    “Stop it.” Bucky hissed at himself, “They don’t work anymore and you know it.”

    Except that he’d woken up this morning feeling like he’d forgotten himself for a moment. Ready to comply, had been poised on his lips until he remembered he was in his bed, in the house he shared with Steve, safe and far away from his old life with those words removed from his mind.

    I’m James Bucky Barnes. I’m no longer the Winter Soldier.

    I’m no longer the Winter Soldier.

    Ржавый…

    “I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore!” He shouted, startling the chickens he was suddenly reminded he was supposed to be feeding. Letting out a long sigh, Bucky quickly dealt with that and headed out of the chickens’ area before he could upset them further. Dug was right on his heels, the dog keeping a concerned eye on him as he went about checking on the other animals and doing a couple of quick fix jobs on the fence as he went.

    The fresh air had seemed to clear his head somewhat, but by the time Bucky went back into the house, it felt like everything had suddenly shrunk in around him again. Anxiety pressed in around his lungs to squeeze out the air, crept up to grab at his heart and make his chest ache, slipped poison into his stomach to cause an unpleasant roiling, all as vivid images from his nightmares played over and over in his mind with no ending promised soon.

    But there were things that needed to be done around the house, so Bucky went and grabbed one of Steve’s sweaters to wear as a temporary substitute for actual comfort from his partner, and decided to get onto the laundry next. At least doing laundry was a lot of repetitive steps, so he hoped that would help distract him from whatever mess was going on inside himself.

    “Dark, light, light, handwash, dark, light, dark…” Bucky mumbled as he tossed clothes into their respective piles, ignoring Alpine as she swatted at the underwear he’d just thrown into the dark pile. There were a bunch of socks in front of him now, and one very obvious common characteristic amongst a lot of them, “Why does Steve have so many socks with holes in them?”

    Alpine meowed in response.

    “I don’t know either,” Bucky mused, “He really hasn’t changed since we were young. But I guess I’ve just figured out a new project for myself.”

    By the time Steve arrived home in the late afternoon, Bucky hadn’t long sat down from all of the odd jobs he’d been busying himself with all day, and he hastily put his new project aside when the front door opened and the dog ran to greet his favourite person. Bucky was quick to do the same — albeit not quite running, he did wrap his arms tightly around Steve’s middle as soon as he reached him, practically melting against him as he breathed in his comforting, familiar scent.

    “Nice sweater,” Steve teased, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, “Did you do laundry?”

    “Yeah. Not why I’m wearing this, though.” Bucky mumbled as he turned to kiss Steve properly.

    “No? What’s the occasion, then?”

    “Bad day.”

    Steve’s face slipped into a much more serious expression with that comment, worry clouding his eyes as he leaned back somewhat to regard him properly. “How bad?”

    “It...yeah, pretty bad. Scared the shit out of the chickens when I went to feed them.” Bucky winced, “But it’s kind of okay now. Well, not really. But better than it was.”

    “Why didn’t you call me?”

    “Didn’t wanna ruin your day over nothing. I know how much you’d been wanting to go and see the others.”

    “That doesn’t mean you should be stuck having a bad day by yourself,” Steve said firmly, “Especially not your bad days, Buck.”

    “It’s fine,” Bucky insisted, even though it was most definitely not fine, and he was sure Steve knew it, “I’m okay. You’re here now, that’s good.”

    The other man sighed and tugged him flush against his chest again, “Just let me know next time, jerk. I can handle Tony whining for ten minutes about being bailed on if it means you’re not stuck here by yourself having a hard time.”

    For the first time all day, Bucky managed a small smile, “Alright, alright. Fine. Sappy punk.”

    “Love you too.”

    Following their usual evening routine of watching a couple of episodes of some show after dinner, Steve had tried to insist on Bucky having an early night and coming to bed with him now, saying that it would probably be worse to stay up all night alone out in the other room than at least trying to get some sleep and at minimum just getting a bit of physical comfort until morning.

    Bucky had sighed and pulled him in for a short, reassuring kiss. “It’s not that I don’t wanna cuddle all night, I’m just...not in the right kinda mind yet to lay down and do nothing, you know? I’ve gotta keep myself occupied a while longer, but I promise I’ll try to come in at some point.”

    And yet now, here he was as the sky was beginning to lighten, finishing off the final touches on a nice new pair of knitted socks for Steve. The wool was a rich blend of red, blue and grey tones, which he’d bought as soon as he’d decided to try knitting again, intent on making these socks for Steve even if they were the only things he ended up making.

    Of course, he’d already ended up doing a few other things before actually getting to these, but as soon as he’d seen the almost comically damaged socks in the laundry yesterday, his thoughts drifted to the wool he’d bought weeks ago. It was a similar colour scheme to a wool that his mom had dyed herself so many years ago to knit matching socks for Steve and Bucky, which they’d both worn until their moms had practically begged them to put on some new ones with how many holes they’d ended up with from wearing them so much.

    With his mind feeling much clearer this morning, Bucky gave Steve a genuine grin when his partner came into the room, presumably intent on going to the kitchen to get breakfast. Steve looked like he was about to make some comment about him staying up all night, but Bucky beat him to the punch by striding over to him and holding out the new socks in offering.

    “I noticed a lot of yours had holes in them yesterday. Plus with winter getting so close I didn’t want your feet getting cold and—”

    Steve silenced him with a sweet kiss, pulling back after a long moment with an achingly loving smile tugging at his lips. “You are unbelievable.” He chuckled.

    Bucky maintained his own smile, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

    “Good,” Steve ran his thumb down the middle of the socks, “These look just like the ones your mom made for us when we were kids.”

    “Yeah, that was kinda the hope.”

    “Do you have matching ones?”

    “Not yet, I figured that could be tonight’s project.”

    Steve frowned half-heartedly, “Hey, I don’t wanna go two nights without you. And you gotta sleep at some point.”

    Bucky patted Steve on the cheek jokingly before turning towards the kitchen, “I don’t sleep, but I’ll knit my socks next to you if it makes you feel better.”

    “It does, thanks.”

    Realistically, Bucky knew he probably would crash at some point tonight, but knowing that Steve would be there when he woke up this time made the idea of sleeping at least a little more bearable. And on the other hand, if he didn’t get to sleep much?

    At least he’d have a new pair of socks to match Steve’s.

    #may writes#stucky#stevebucky #bucky barnes/steve rogers #bucky barnes x steve rogers #bucky barnes#steve rogers#sam wilson#tony stark#alpine#marvel#mcu#stucky fic#marvel fic#mcu fic #bucky knits! #steve needs to learn how to not put holes in his socks
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  • donaidk
    25.09.2021 - 10 hours ago

    He really did manage to put it together since the break 😌

    #another weekend another pole 😌 #now please stay away from penalties and get that podium #franco colapinto#freca #formula regional european championship by alpine
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  • albilliams
    25.09.2021 - 11 hours ago

    Other teams: It‘s ✨quali✨ day!!!

    Alpine F1 team:

    #they said: lmao maaaaybe??? #f1#alpine f1 #russian gp 2021 #honestly™️
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  • limp-wrist-max
    25.09.2021 - 11 hours ago
    oscar piastri - sochi, russia - september, 25

    📸: Joe Portlock

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  • shwartzwoman63
    25.09.2021 - 15 hours ago

    Esteban Ocon of France driving the (31) Alpine A521 Renault during practice ahead of the F1 Grand Prix of Russia at Sochi Autodrom on September 24, 2021 in Sochi, Russia. (Photo by Bryn Lennon/Getty Images)

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  • flyingunicorns14
    25.09.2021 - 17 hours ago

    Not being biased. But there’s 3 others that have got 3 poles in a row or something. They are all in F1 at the moment..

    Still not considered for a F1 seat

    #Oscar piastri #not being biased cause I’m Aussie #but Alpine not helping out either and promoting #trying to get him a seat #red bull did with Alex
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  • marvelgirl7
    24.09.2021 - 19 hours ago

    Just Like Daddy

    Another fun exciting cute Fall Post for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ Festive Fall Theme. Today will be a Bucky story sweet cute daddy Bucky & Piper! I used the prompt Sweater :) 

    Special shoutout to @the-wayward-robot​ she is amazing and is giving me all the ideas and inspirations for these fun little prompts she helped me for each character and prompt. Tomorrows will be a fun but also semi sad one I hope everyone likes :D 

    Divider by the amazing super talented @whimsicalrogers​ check out all her edits, my icon, header and lock screen on my phone have been created by her! She is amazing! 

    I hope everyone enjoys this! 

    Parings: Bucky X Renee

    Warnings: None, Sweet Fluffy Happy Daddy Bucky, Daddy Bucky is life, Sweet Cute Adorable Piper, Slight suggestive themes, 

    Bucky digs through his drawers and frowns he looks around in his closest as well and can't seem to find his blue Henley sweater. Groaning in frustration he sighs. With the season starting to turn he wanted to wear it when he goes on his runs with Steve and Sam. Knowing that Renee loves to wear and snuggle in his sweaters when the weather gets cold he assumes she must have it. 

    "Doll.... do you have my blue sweater?" Renee sitting on the bed cozy reading a book looks up at Bucky chuckling.

    "No Buckaroo I haven't did you check the hamper?" Bucky rolls his eyes of course he did.

    "Yes, doll I did not there... Now I know you love it especially this time of the year so it's okay if you're wearing it I won't be mad." Bucky pokes his head into the room he sees Renee staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

    "You calling me a liar Barnes?" Bucky smirks as he saunters over to the bed.

    "Now Mrs. Barnes, I just know how much you love snuggling in it." Renee chuckles as she cups his cheeks.

    "I'm sorry to say but I don't have it Bucky." He pouts as he pecks her lips gently and jumps up.

    "I'm going to go look and if I do find out you had it oh you better prepare for your punishment." Renee rolls her eyes but smirks and winks at him.

    "And if I don't have it you are going to get punished for calling me a liar."

    Bucky winks at her as he walks out in search of his blue sweater.

    Bucky walks through the house looking for his sweater where could it be? He hears giggles and talking as he stops outside Piper's room. He chuckles as he pokes his head in. His eyes widen.

    Piper was playing dress-up wearing a certain blue sweater something on her arm that bucky couldn't make out and his dog tags hanging on her chest. He stands in the doorway watching with interest.

    "I am James Bucky Barnes." Bucky's eyes widen watching as she does little fight moves and giggles.

    "Luna Alpine I save you!" Piper makes little swooshing noises as she saves the two cats who just purr as Piper giggles.

    "A day well saved." Piper smiles.

    "Whatcha doing Little Wolf." Piper freezes as she looks at her daddy standing in the doorway.

    "Playing dress-up." She whispers. Bucky smiles as he walks inside her room taking in the oversized sweater on her he smiles.

    "In my sweater?" Piper nods as Bucky now sees what's on her arm he studies it.

    "What's that Little Wolf?" Piper smiles as she extends her left arm to him.

    "Me made it." Bucky takes in the little mini arm she put together he smiles as he notices the little different pieces of toys she used to put together he chuckles.

    "It's my arm! You made this?" Piper nods giggling as she tries to make it spin but frowns.

    "No spinny like yours daddy." Bucky ruffles her hair as he pulls her close. His sweater looked very big on her like she was swimming in it.

    "That's okay Little Wolf I think it's perfect and my sweater looks great on you." Piper smiles kissing his cheeks.

    "You're my hero daddy." Bucky just melts right there as he holds her close.

    "You're my hero too Little Wolf." Piper giggles as she snuggles into his chest.

    "Why don't we get you your own sweaters so they won't be so big on you how does that sound?" Piper smiles big as she nods her head.

    "But can mommy and I still snuggle in yours?" Bucky just melts again.

    "You and mommy can always snuggle in my sweaters, Little Wolf."

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    #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #Bucky X Renee #daddy! bucky x renee #daddy bucky#Piper Barnes #Daddy Bucky X Piper Barnes #Renee Barnes #hbc festive fall #Alpine#Luna
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  • kristo-flowers
    24.09.2021 - 1 day ago

    Cloudy mountains

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  • buckybarnesdeservestobehappy
    24.09.2021 - 1 day ago

    Soft, Sassy, and Sweet

    Title: Soft, Sassy, and Sweet

    Artist: Fauve

    Author: @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy​

    Beta: Lou

    Rating: Explicit

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Alpine, Sam Wilson/Natasha Romanoff, Past Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

    Wordcount: 13,507

    Main Tags: Canon Divergent, Post Captain America: The Winter Soldier Compliant, Cat Owner Bucky Barnes, Misunderstandings, Recovering Bucky Barnes, Hurt/Comfort

    Warnings: none

    Summary: A year after the Winter Soldier pulls Captain America from the Potomac, a recovering Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers live together at Avengers Tower. Unable to sleep, Bucky roams the streets at night where he stumbles across a feral kitten who captures his battered heart. Craving something soft in his hard life, he hurries home to show Steve. The reaction is unexpected, but no one can come between the Winter Soldier and the love he has for his pet.

    Link to work: AO3

    Written for the @starspangledbigbang​.

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