#1001 cars long

[yeerkyeerk]

What if... And hear me out... Snowpiercer......

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fuck it snowpiercer light switch cover

[yeerkyeerk]

Everyone thought Layton was in charge. Everyone thought The war was fought on His terms. But it couldn't be farther from the truth.

In reality, Layton was a wild dog, on a very short leash. Pike and Zara took turns holding the leash, handing off and they felt they couldn't handle it anymore. His energy was relentless; pulling and yapping and gnashing his teeth at any threat. Even the threats that weren't threats.

Zara was better calming him down. Pike was better at redirecting him. She could take his energy, redirected it to miles, to mama grande, to old Ivan. To the rat breeding and rationing. He could take his anger at the cannibals, redirect it into a strong commander.

But eventually they both broke. Pike defected to the back, Not surprising when you consider the stress he was under. Zarah defected to the front, willing to whore herself out to escape this hell.

And in the end, it was Layton. All alone. Left to do what nobody else was willing to.

so many ways a character can be dog-coded. stray following someone home and begging for scraps. old and needs to be put out of its misery. attack dog. guard dog. lap dog. puppy that pees on the carpet from excitement. shelter dog just happy to finally have feet to curl up on. unsocialized that bites anyone trying to show kindness. silly goofy puddle monster. obedient until the leash comes off

[love-toxin]

billy brainrot🤭 xxxi. "You're mine. Get that through your dense little brain." with him after a breakup!! pretty please

took me 1001 years to finish this but here i am babey

(cws: violent behavior, jealousy, toxic relationship, gn pronouns + fem nickname, possessiveness, post-breakup sex, needy billy, vaguely dubcon, shower sex, pet names, gaslighting)

Billy broke it off with you, not the other way around. He should not be the one banging on your front door, waiting by your car to catch you on the way to work, bothering you at your job to try and talk to you--and he especially should not be sabotaging your dates with other guys by showing up and causing a scene.

Punching your car window and dragging your date out to get into a fistfight with him? It's about as mature as a twelve year old's attitude. It was a first date too, not even that serious.

But that's just Billy. Just like it's quintessential for him to act all offended afterwards, like he's the one that's been put out cause you got mad at him. Then he starts up with the sweet talking, the "c'mon, mama", the kissing on your neck and telling you he missed you when you know he was messing with at least three other girls just this week. There's no reasoning with him, nor any point in entertaining his immature frame of mind. He's messed up and violent--a dangerous and unlikely-to-last cocktail for a partner.

Yet it's no surprise that you ended up in the showers with him, the pool empty and the parking lot dark since it's well close to midnight. You shouldn't have forced him to sit down with the first aid kit when he refused to go to the hospital for his cuts and that sprained shoulder--"'m not a pussy"--he said. It's different once the hot water hits his body, when he's got his hands bracing the wall behind you and his eyes burning a hole through your skull.

"You're mine." He growls over the hail of thudding water on linoleum. His skin burns as it slides over yours. "Get that through your dense little brain."

His muscles pin you like a brick wall against the shower, too broad and too strong for you to possibly resist. He slides your thigh up his hip to hook your leg around it, using the leverage to bump the tip of his rock-solid cock against you. That kiss he gives you is searing.

"Billy," You moan between kisses, your sentence finishing in a gasp as he slides in with a smirk. "You're an ass."

"You love me."

Thump. "No I don't." Thump. Each thrust knocks your head back against the tile, but Billy's hand creeps up to cushion it on the third time onward.

"You'd bite my dick off right now if you didn't."

"Nnh. I might still do it," Your warning comes with absolutely no venom, not nearly enough to wipe that grin from Billy's face as he gets exactly what he wants. Your answer makes him chuckle while he repositions you, hikes your other leg up with a grunt to hold you up against the shower wall. With both hands free you can cup his face as he makes out with you, adding to his perception that this is really what you wanted all along as your touches reminisce on a time not so long ago. When fucking in the pool room showers was a daily occurrence, tending his wounds was a kindness, and hearing him say 'I love you' felt like it actually had some meaning. Now it just feels like it's meant to placate you.

"Put on a condom, at least, you animal." You mutter amongst the sounds of skin slapping, tongues meeting teeth, and your back hitting the wet tile.

"I love you." He murmurs back. His voice rumbles against your throat, preceeding a soft but stinging bite that leaves a mark behind. You've got no idea what that answer means, but maybe it, too, means nothing. He could just be ignoring you for all you know.

"I'll pull out, baby. Y'know I will." Billy nips at your lower lip when he finally raises his head from your neck, having not had enough of using his teeth, evidently. "C'mon, mama. Love you."

"Quit it." That nickname hits you in the chest like a hammer on cloth, more than even those promises of love. He liked to tease you with that, then it became a term of endearment. You've always cared for him; reassuring his difficult emotions, cooling his anger, tending his wounds, even cooking for him and giving him affection in the simplest ways. Maybe that's why he's not letting you go. He can't do any better, but he can't let go of the only comfort he can find.

"That's it, baby..." He's losing himself now. His thrusts are aggravated, growing more aggressive as he reaches the finish line. His eyes squeeze shut and his grip tightens on your hair as his hips buck faster. "Squeeze down on it. That's it--that's, there--oh, fuck!"

The end comes as a surprise, a sudden moment of pleasure that overwhelms his ability to hold out. Billy's weight presses into you and you know--you just know by that distinct pulse inside you--that he's not pulling out like he said. Your nails dig deep scratches up his back as he closes in on it, harshly pressing your hips completely still as he forces himself past that one, last boundary that could've still allowed him an out. Now there's no choice but to drain himself inside you; cum splattering in thick drops down the drain as your legs tremble with pleasure. He always manages to get it on the last try--triggering your orgasm like it's a switch at the last possible moment. But he never misses, not even once.

Now it's sinking in. You're floating off your feet, barely able to stand when he finally lowers you down, and you have to let him hold you just so you don't fall. As much as you want to push him away, he made it so you need him to rely on. Again. And you don't feel as bad about it as you should.

"Break up with that dickhead." Billy growls into your ear, suddenly riled up again--probably over his own thoughts more than anything else. The way he has to tilt his head down just to reach your ear is a new level of intimidating...and regrettably, incredibly hot. "We need to get back together."

"You'll change your mind once your brain evicts itself from your dick." You mumble dismissively, nudging his arm down so you can grab a towel. But he stops you--he blocks you back under the water, his mouth barely a hair's width from yours as he whispers.

"I want you back, baby."

"This was a mistake. It was a first date anyways, weren't even 'together' in the first place...and I still don't want you back."

"Doesn't change the fact that I love you. We fit together." He murmurs into another kiss that you less than reluctantly accept. A lock of your hair curls around his bronzed skin as he twirls it round his finger. "Think about it, at least. I know you want it."

"Why the hell would I?"

"Cause you can't last a week without fucking me." That, at least, is true. But that doesn't...mean anything. Plenty of people backslide, it doesn't mean you're still in love with him. You turn your head in a pout and he smirks at the idea that he's right.

"I like your dick. Not you."

"Then take it every day." He grabs your hand and moves it over his crotch, just to laugh when you yank it away and slap him. It's not hard. Much less hard enough to make him feel anything but affection at how feisty you still are. "You're still mine. My pretty little slut-"

As he whispers low in your ear you finally break away from him, just barely stepping out of the shower when he grabs your ass on the way out. You have to wrench his wrist off to get him to let go and that's fortunately enough for him, but it doesn't change the downright predatory stare he gives you as he watches you dry off and get your clothes back on in a hurry.

"Come by the quarry later. Tomorrow. Let's have some fun in our old spot."

"Don't count on it."

You're done up and out the door before he knows it. Your car revs up in the parking lot outside before peeling out like a madwoman--and he can only imagine the way you're yelling and hitting your steering wheel as you drive, trying and failing to force your thoughts of him out of your head and the way that orgasm felt rippling through you, just as good as he always makes it feel.

He'll definitely be seeing you at the quarry tomorrow night.

[kazumist]

EPISODE 19 ♡ AFTERGLOW AND DAYLIGHT

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 1001.

when dawn came upon him, kuni heard nothing from you. and when the afternoon passed, there was still nothing. he was slowly getting nervous and worried. he hasn’t heard anything from your group ever since he saw kazuha’s car leave last night.

but he still held onto that small speck of hope.

the hope that made him, broke him, and left him begging for more. hope is a dangerous thing for someone who doesn’t know how to stop. for someone like kunikuzushi. but is it really worth it to give up when he's finally given a sign that his love is going to be reciprocated?

so he waited for you, just like he always did. after all, kuni will never get tired of waiting for you.

he paces back and forth in the living room of his condominium, wondering what to do. if he had to be honest, he really should’ve made you chase him a bit more. but even so, how can he resist when you literally told him that you loved him the night before? the rain started getting stronger, and it was around six in the evening already.

kuni sits down, deciding that he should just order himself some takeout. as soon as he tapped the place order button, his doorbell rang. confused, he opens the door.

and there you were, drenched from head to toe.

“i love you.”

“well, aren’t you soaked?” he replies, leaning against the doorstep.

you roll your eyes at him, fighting back a smile. “let me get dried, first," he chuckles. “alright.” when you entered his condo, you made your way straight to the bathroom to dry yourself. but before you could close the bathroom door, kuni called out to you.

“and (name)?”

“yeah?”

“i love you more.”

“really now?” you teased.

“what a way to ruin the mood.” this time, it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“i was kidding! look at me; i’m literally blushing right now.”

“uh huh. get yourself dried already.”

you smiled at him fondly before you shut the door. and once you were done, you asked to borrow an extra shirt from him since you were wet from the rain. you sat down next to him, wearing his shirt, which is slightly bigger than yours.

“so.”

“so?”

“do you remember anything from last night?” he asks.

“yeah, from entering the bar up until you know.”

“no, i don’t.” he says. you glare at him in return, in which he just gave you an all knowing smile in response. “up to when you kissed me!”

“what took you so long, though?”

“oh, i slept the whole day, but i immediately made my way here when i woke up.” 

he nodded in acknowledgment. and then there was silence.

“i’m sorry," you suddenly say. “what for?”

“for everything—the mixed signals, the mean things i’ve said before towards you, especially after we broke up, for raising my pride far too high, and for that... night, especially that night, but most of all, i’m sorry that i took this long.” 

you took a deep breath.

“i love you, kuni. i’m ready now. i want to love you the way you love me—an unconditional, pure, and committed love. i’ll stop being scared now.”

it felt relieving to finally say those words out. this is what you’ve been waiting for ever since the night you realized you couldn’t lose kunikuzushi again in your life.

“took you long enough.” you let out a light laugh at his words. “i know.”

“but… can i ask?”

“go ahead.”

“what took you so long?”

“ah. well, you know. i just thought you were just too good to be true back then. i felt like i didn’t deserve you, and the fact that we were going through our first year didn’t really help either because i felt pressured. we lasted during twelveth grade during college application season, sure, but things just became… different when college actually came around. i didn’t know what i wanted back then; i drowned myself in studies, i ended up shutting you and the others out more than you could count.”

“but you still stayed with me despite that—despite me pushing you away. you understood me, and i really appreciated that. but you deserved someone better. you’re made for many, many great things, kuni. and i didn’t want to become some sort of hurdle for your career. so i broke up with you instead. you didn’t deserve to be with the old me, but now that i think of it, i was a red flag as of late, no?”

“i didn’t see you as a red flag,” he starts. “but honestly? you were a perfect example of a walking paradox. you didn’t know what you wanted, but i did. i wanted to show you that you deserve love despite having my own obstacles in life too. you’re the risk i wanted—no, you’re still the risk i want to take. if i had to choose someone over and over again, it would be you. it will always be you.”

 you wiped away the few tears that left your eyes. “thank you, kuni.”

 “don’t cry; did you know that you’re an ugly crier?”

“stop ruining the mood!” you smacked his arm. he laughs and proceeds to wipe away your tears for you. “but kuni?”

“mhm?”

“let’s take it slow again, okay?”

“of course.”

it may be unbelievable for others to believe that the snarky, usually grumpy, and typically cold kunikuzushi scaramouche is actually someone who would be like this in terms of love. but kunikuzushi couldn’t bring himself to love another after you; the love that he once believed was black and white turned out to be golden—something to remember, something to cherish. and you’d rather have kuni be the one to catch you every time your walls start crumbling around you; you’d rather have him be the one who would understand you and love you nonetheless.

you were his daylight. and he was your afterglow.

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[yeerkyeerk]

Zarah/Layton/Pike

Sometimes tweeter people know their stuff- this is the right kind of toxic angst I want to read.

[yeerkyeerk]

ok but the fact that klimpt wears a "worlds best dad" pin...

[koffeesfancy]

13. "that's not the point" | Riri Williams x Reader

Summary: For the first time tonight, you realized just how deep you were in this.

Rating : Mature (for language)

Genre: Romance, angst

Word Count: 1001

A/N: Back with another installment of the Thug Riri universe, lol. The word count for this is a bit longer, although I intended for this series to have very short chapters. Whatevs. Interactions always appreciated. <3

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world @pvnks0ul

The night had started perfectly. You and Riri had been out for hours, laughing and holding hands like you used to in the old days. She’d taken you to a little Italian spot, one of those candle-lit restaurants that made you feel like you were the only two people in the world. She kept smiling at you, that mischievous glint in her eyes, making you remember why you’d fallen for her in the first place. For the first time in months, everything felt right. Riri was back to being the girl you’d known when you first started dating—the girl who brought you flowers for no reason and planned surprises just to see you smile.

Now, as she drove you through a fancy neighborhood with big houses and manicured lawns, your heart was light, almost weightless. You watched the streetlights flash by, the rows of expensive homes looking like something out of a dream. Riri had one hand on the wheel of the Charger, the other resting comfortably on your thigh.

“One day,” she said, her voice soft but full of confidence, “I’mma buy you a house better than all these.”

You glanced at her, a smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah? Better than all of ‘em?”

“You already know,” she replied, squeezing your leg gently. “You think I’mma let us live in that tiny ass apartment forever? Nah, baby. I’mma get us something real nice. Somewhere you can have that big-ass kitchen you always talking ‘bout.”

Your chest tightened, but in a good way. She was talking about the future again, like she used to before everything got messy. For a moment, you let yourself believe it—let yourself imagine a life where Riri made good on her promises, where the two of you could leave the struggle behind and live the life you’d both dreamed of.

Riri leaned over and kissed you at a stop sign, her lips soft and warm, filling you with that same old rush you’d almost forgotten. For a second, you were lost in it, in her, and it felt like everything was finally turning around.

But then there was a tap on the window, cutting through the moment like a cold blade. You both froze. Slowly, Riri rolled down the window, revealing the police officer standing outside, flashlight in hand.

“License and registration, please,” the officer said, his tone stiff.

Riri’s demeanor shifted in an instant, her easy confidence replaced by something sharper. “Oh, uh, this my cousin car,” she said smoothly, grabbing a folder out of the glove box. “I’m just borrowing it for the night.”

You glanced at her, your stomach tightening. The officer took the files and stepped back toward his vehicle, giving you both a moment. Riri’s hand immediately shot to the console, lifting the top tray and digging in the bottom until she pulled out a large bag of weed, shoving it into your lap with urgency.

“Put this in your panties,” she hissed, her voice low but insistent.

Your heart stopped. “Are you fucking serious right now, Ri?” you whispered, your voice shaking.

Riri’s eyes were wide, her face tight with frustration. “Just do it, aight? Ain’t no time to argue.”

You stared at the bag in your lap, your mind spinning. How the hell had things gone from perfect to this so fast? Your hands trembled as you stared at her, but she gave you a hard look, leaving no room for debate. With a deep breath, you did as she said, flipping up your skirt to tuck the bag into your underwear, the weight of it making your skin crawl.

The officer returned, shining the light in the car again, his gaze lingering on you for just a second too long. “Everything alright here?”

“Yeah, we good, officer,” Riri said with a tight smile. “Just out for a drive.”

The officer squinted, clearly suspicious, but after a tense few moments, he handed the paperwork back and waved you off. “Drive safe.”

As soon as he walked away, Riri put the car in gear and sped off, her shoulders finally relaxing. You, on the other hand, were shaking, your mind still stuck on what had just happened. Riri turned to you, grinning like nothing was wrong.

“See? I told you I got us. Ain’t nothing happen,” she said, but you could barely hear her over the sound of your own heartbeat thudding in your ears.

You stared at her in disbelief. “Nothing happened? Ri, what the fuck was that? You almost had me locked up. Again!”

Riri scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Chill, Ma. I got us outta there, didn’t I? Ain’t no reason to trip.”

“That’s not the point!” you snapped, your voice rising with anger. “You don’t get it, do you? You always doing shit like this, putting us in danger, and then acting like it’s fine because we didn’t get caught.”

Riri’s face hardened. “We didn’t get caught though, so what you mad for? I did what I had to do to keep us safe. You should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you?” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “I can’t do this no more, Riri. I’m not tryna end up back in jail. I’m done.”

As soon as you got back to the apartment, you headed for the closet, grabbing a bag and stuffing it with clothes. Riri watched you for a moment, her expression unreadable.

“And where the fuck you think you going?” she asked, her voice low, almost a growl.

“I’m going to stay with my homegirl for a while. I need space.”

Before you could react, Riri stormed over and snatched the bag out of your hands, her grip tight and angry. “Nah, you ain’t going nowhere. You stayin’ right here.”

You pulled back, your heart racing. “Riri—”

“Ain’t no Riri,” she snapped. “You mine. You ain’t leaving me.”

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, and for the first time tonight, you realized just how deep you were in this.

[coimbrabertone]

The Backdoor Deals that Make Motorsport Go Round

This is going to be a bit of a different blogpost.

First things first, last weekend during the Las Vegas Grand Prix, we started hearing about the Andretti Cadillac to F1 story being resolved, at least on the Cadillac side. Today, we got confirmation, with the Cadillac F1 team confirmed to join for 2026. So far, we know this: Dan Towriss will be CEO, Mario Andretti (not Michael) will serve on the board, and Cadillac will initially use a Ferrari power unit while Cadillac develops their own unit in Michigan.

We also know that the team will retain all of Andretti's hires so far - Pat Symonds chief among them - and that the team will be based in Fishers, Indiana (where Andretti's new base will be) with a sort of forward operating base in Silverstone.

So...it's Andretti with the serial numbers filed off.

And I think this has been in the works for a long time.

Let me talk about a few things, and then we'll weave all these little threads together to show a bigger picture.

First things first, Michael Andretti launches Andretti Aquisition Corporation I - a Special-Purpose Acquisition Corporation, which is a public company that exists for the whole purpose of buying out a private company, merging with that private company, and using that to make the private company public in a streamlined manner - to merge into an AI company called Zapata.

Zapata starts trading at $10 a share, it almost immediately drops to $2.95 a share, and it keeps dropping. As of November 25th, 2024, Zapata AI stock is trading at $0.02 a share. That is quite literally two cents a share.

I don't need an economics degree to tell you that was a shitshow of a stock.

Second of all, at the Miami Grand Prix, Liberty Media CEO Greg Maffei reportedly promised to do everything in his power to keep the Andretti name out of Formula One.

Third of all, in response, Mario Andretti goes to his friends on Capitol Hill - Mario is the big political donor of the family - and petitions Congress to begin an antitrust probe into Formula One and Liberty Media.

Fourth of all, at the end of the 2024 NTT Indycar Series, Michael Andretti announces his decision to step down from the day-to-day running of Andretti Global. Dan Towriss, co-owner and the man who brought in Group 1001 (and its Gainbridge and Delaware Life subsidiaries) to the team, has been taken control. Michael is still a strategic advisor and maintains that he will still be connected to this team, but...it's a change.

And for whatever it's worth, there are whispers that Michael Andretti stepping down wasn't entirely his own decision.

Fifth of all, two weeks ago, Greg Maffei announced he is stepping down from his role at Formula One and Liberty Media at the end of the year.

Finally, like I said, it has now been confirmed that Cadillac will enter Formula One as its eleventh team. Mario is on the board, Dan Towriss is in charge, and the team will be run on Cadillac's behalf by Towriss' TWG Global.

TWG Global is said to be the owner of Andretti Global in Indycar, Wayne Taylor Racing in IMSA, and Spire Motorsports in NASCAR. That last one is particularly notable because, while there have been rumors about Andretti buying into Spire and Towriss' companies consistently sponsor the Spire cars, this is the first time we've actually heard about him owning a piece of Spire.

I guess Dan Towriss' thing is quietly acquiring racing teams without putting his name on them.

In any case, after all that, Cadillac is going to be in F1, the Andretti organization is going to run the team, but the Andretti name - particularly Michael Andretti - is not going to be attached to this project.

To illustrate that point, today, Michael Andretti tweeted about how proud he is about an American team entering Formula One and that he'll be cheering them on from the outside.

So...what has happened?

I think Michael Andretti got burnt bad on the Zapata stock, and I think it's possible that he might have been playing with some of Dan Towriss' money while doing so. So, Andretti now owes Towriss money, Towriss sees Formula One as a more lucrative return on investment than Indycar, and Michael Andretti has rubbed people the wrong way in Formula One.

Liberty Media and Formula One don't want Michael Andretti in Formula One.

Cadillac and Towriss want to be in F1.

Mario Andretti is a World Champion, so his name carries weight in Europe, but Michael Andretti's name does not. People in Europe either don't know who Michael is or remember him for that disastrous McLaren stint.

They don't care that Michael's bad 1993 was sandwiched either side by challenging for the championship in CART.

So...I think Michael Andretti had to get out of the way.

I think Greg Maffei had to get out of the way as well.

Cadillac is a big money name, Dan Towriss is a big money guy, and Formula One wants the American market, so an American manufacturer is an immense resource in that regard. So, in the name of the money, they got rid of the two big egos holding the deal up, and they got the team on the grid.

Now, I'm not a news source or anything, I'm just speculating on the bits and pieces of this that we know are public, but I find it hard to believe it's a complete coincidence that Michael steps down, Maffei announces his retirement, and then suddenly a Cadillac team is accepted with Andretti in more of a background role.

To me, it screams of a background deal for the greater good of the money people.

Liberty Media and Formula One don't want the Department of Justice sniffing around their business. Towriss and Cadillac want a piece of that Formula One pie. Mario Andretti wants to see his family's team in Formula One before he dies.

As for Michael, well...Andretti Global was his team, but he brought in investors, he started hiring people, he started building facilities in Indiana and in Motorsport Valley. The ball was already rolling, and Michael Andretti was the only thing holding it up.

Was he forced out? Maybe, but I think it's more likely that he was given a light push and a retirement package so that he can sit on his couch with his granddaughter and watch his team put a car on the Formula One grid.

Just without his name on it.

[yeerkyeerk]

HONOR. ORDER. WORK.

A balance of NEED and GREED and SPEED

[heythatsnova]

she snow on my piercer till i 1001 cars long

[thedrv3survivors]

Question for the 3 of you Thoughts on Snowpiercer the 1001 car long Show?

“I don’t really watch TV. Only when These two want to.”

“Can’t say i’ve heard of it…”

“IS THAT THE ONE SHOW WITH THE TALKING TRAINS????!?!???”

“. . .”

“What?”

[rphunter]

hello i am 18+ looking for those interested in joining this group roleplay inspired by snowpiercer but with ocs instead of canon please message me or like this if you're interested! 18+ only!

The year was 2019.

The world as we knew it.. plunged into a frigid chaos.

To combat global warming, our worlds greatest scientists came together, and created the compound CW-7. A cooling agent.

-# *More like a freezing agent.*

Something clearly went wrong, as the world was plunged into a deadly, deadly cold. People scrambled for resources, all but those who had tickets for the train known as Snowpiercer. Investors who saw the potential in this project provided a stream of money like no other, fully funding its building and creation. Fully FUNDING it for exclusive access.

*Thats right.* The rich were at it again, and get this.. They brought a workforce with them, just so they wouldn't have to get their hands dirty. But, nothing ever goes according to plan, when survival is on the line.

When the citizens forced their way onto the train, the jackboots were quick to push them back, but, they weren't well enough equipped to beat back an angry horde of 400 some people. Of course, some were killed.. mercilessly. But here we all stand. On Snowpiercer.

1001 cars long.

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[yeerkyeerk]

Ok but what did Layton think was gonna happen when he took Audrey and basically forced her to fuck her abuser? Yes this is about the tangerine scene

[yaelibex]

a town without you

a.k.a one of mim's possible ending ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ (not a happy ending)

Characters: F!Robin & Mim (PC) Words: 1001 Summary: Just two childhood friends, hoping to leave town.

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“Mim, I really…I can’t," She speaks hesitantly. "We shouldn’t leave town…I…”

Robin was scared.

“Then, let me kidnap you.”

Her beloved childhood friend was brave. Unlike her.

Robin would never forget those words—her beloved childhood friend’s intense gaze, the way her hand was held with such tenderness. An unconditional love, a form of affection, something she never directly felt when she’d crawl upon their bed at the dead of the night with limbs entangled with each other as she sate her desires. 

The redness of the moon shone through the midnight sky.

“Please,” her friend pleaded firmly with such determination, all the while Robin continued to waver on to do so. She was horribly hesitant, “M-Mim,” she softly spoke, almost pleadingly. As if they were back to the same Robin from before; the Robin who wasn’t able to protect her beloved…friend. And if we get caught—?! She shook her head, as if shaking those thoughts away. She bit on her own tongue gently, her gaze trailing down onto the collapsed guard of the nursery ward then back to their friend’s beloved child safely held with their parent’s arms. To where they were supposed to belong, not separated by the Caretaker’s rules. “Just for a bit.”

“Just for a while…” She speaks, hesitant, as they gave a soft smile towards their childhood friend. “As long as Bailey is still out.” She quickly adds, hesitance evident on her face. “I-I don’t want him to hurt you, Mim. I would hate that, I, I feel like I was still the same person when Bailey…I don’t want you to—”

“I’ll be alright,” Mim softly reassured, blinking, as their gaze scanned their surroundings. “I’ll protect you and my son. Trust me.” 

Robin can sense something was off. Their hands gently intertwined, as if they were back to their childhood days. Just like when they were kids, innocent, having each other’s backs. As they skipped over the town, hastily. The redness of the blood moon continues to bleed out angrily, as her friend leads her through town, the paths they never thought they’d see. Past the school, where they spent most of their time in. Past the streets they’d take together as they went home together, window shopping all across. As she used to muse on and on about starting a new life, her friend with the seemingly mindless stare listening to her drone on and on. Beyond the docks, wherein Robin had first experienced a loss of hope. But Mim never gave up on her. A life beyond this town, a life beyond Bailey.

Robin stood, as she held her beloved’s child in her arms, safely as their friend continued to fight off the offenders. Almost effortlessly, perhaps there was hope after all…they continued to head towards a certain place, a pub, then soon a talk, a goodbye, a grim look towards those two people’s faces, then soon a vehicle. Robin knew it must have been stolen, both she and her friend didn’t have the proper documents. Which was now newly processed due to this one contact, as it was tucked safely on her lap while she continued to soothe her friend’s child.

“Mim…”

“Just a little bit more,” Robin knew Mim was lying when they agreed it was only for a while, but she couldn’t help but feel relief. They were…finally going to escape? A life without Bailey? A life away from this town? They were nearing the border, then it would be another town. A better town. A town without Bailey, a place where they can finally start anew. Together, they can start a new life.

But…what about the other orphans? The feeling began to unsettle her stomach, she just couldn’t leave—the car came to a halt, the border becoming apparent. Just one step, and they’ll both be free. But due to her last minute hesitance, she froze as she saw a familiar sight. Feet now touching the other side, as she tried to pull Mim with her, wanting to finally save her this time. And then they’d run. They can think about the other orphans next.

But the world stopped, she froze. Yet somehow, deep inside, she expected this. The familiar car’s headlights shone upon the two of them. Removing the fantasy of a happy ending approaching.

There he was. The Caretaker. Bailey, standing, clearly irritated. Angry. Robin’s gaze was only stuck to her friend, whose fists are clenched, as they took calming breaths. Walking towards the Caretaker, standing as a wall in-between Robin with their child and Bailey. Protectively. Robin failed them again…she couldn't protect her beloved friend once more.

“Think you can escape me, huh?” Bailey speaks, harshly yanking on one of her friend’s horns, as they grit their teeth together. As if buying time, they glanced towards her, cuing, run. Robin, run. Pushed down onto the ground, while Bailey made a clicking noise, “You shitty brat," Bailey hit them. "You know what’s coming for you.” Alongside other mutters Robin’s racing mind couldn’t comprehend. 

“Mi–” Robin knew Mim was going to lie once more, as their gaze met hers once more. This time, a gentle smile was seen on their friend’s face, a reassuring expression. That everything will be alright, expressing; take care of these documents well. Please take care of my little child.

“I’ll catch up,” Mim was lying, Robin knew it. “Don’t worry.”

It was a counterpart of I love you, the three words Robin has been dreaming of hearing from her friend. As she ran, and ran, and ran. Making Robin wonder, will her friend’s child still remember their parent when they grow older?

That blood moon continues to haunt Robin.

In a town where nobody knows where she came from, one where her past is unknown. A town wherein the moon does not turn red, a safe town. 

All perfect, as what she had blabbered about before, with her bovine friend looking spaced out, despite actually listening intently.

The only thing was her beloved was not here.

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Article on the M2 1001 roadster. This was a hardcore version limited to 300 units made by one of the designers of the normal car.

M2 1001

was a circuit shooter

Brilliant unidirectionality and outstanding presence.

A well-made living room resembles a stage set in the hands of a master. This is because it emphasizes the presence of each member of the family. Doesn't it look like a bad movie, overflowing with all sorts of things? I would like to reconsider the meaning of the living room and its function.

How about the living room that we Japanese have?

A comfortable sofa and a single coffee table

Because a high-quality living room is established.

"living". The future of Japanese cars is hidden in these words. From the message board decorated in the M2 Hall

Photos/Hiroshige Satta

To be honest, when I finally got to meet the M2001, which had been rumored for so long, I was a little shocked. For example, if you look at the interior, the floor console has been removed and there is not even an ashtray. At the same time, it boasts a high quality feel that is incomparable to a normal roadster. Why?

The goal of this car is, frankly, a “lightweight sports car for the hardcore”. In a nutshell, Mr. Kei Tachibana, who was deeply involved in the development of the Roadster, and who is now the M2's top friend , made thorough changes to the parts of the Roadster that as a mass-produced car he was not satisfied with. In other words, it is a car that was built with personal passion. That was the M2 1001.

"Normal looks too cute. The spoiler has to be more powerful. Door mirrors that look like they're flattering a woman can't be tolerated. The door mirrors were made in the shape of aluminum cannonballs, and the roll bars were authentic, meeting race regulations.

It is applied in place.

The first thing I would like to pay attention to is the increased rigidity of each part. Please see the table on the left for details, but the low rigidity of the body, which is the weak point of the normal model, has been increased by 13%. The white body itself is the same as normal. The secret of increased rigidity is the front part = strut tower bar, body center part = full-fledged 6P roll bar, rear part = reinforced rear bar equipped even on normal cars after minor changes.

The changes in spring rate and damper damping force are also shown in the table. In terms of suspension settings, thorough countermeasures were taken in the low attenuation range, which is the weak point of normal, and on top of that, steering performance that reacts sensitively to input is said to have been pursued.

This commitment is based on the development of dedicated tires.

I understand. The tires are Dunlop Formula D400M2 (195/50R15), but they are actually specially designed with a different compound. After setting the foot rotation, he requested Dunlop to develop a compound that fits the foot. As a result, the compound is harder than the commercially available D40, and the lateral rigidity is also improved. In other words, it provides a quicker response to steering. The fact that the 15-inch wheels are 6.0JJ, not 6.5JJ or 7.0JJ, makes me smile.

Originally, I didn't want to start and end with an explanation of the details.

Unfortunately, this car is thin.

It is full of charm that makes you want to stare at the department. If you have the chance, try crawling under the body. Naturally, the LSD section, which has been changed to a mechanical type, is equipped with air cooling ducts from diagonally forward.

You can see that the kuto is being guided. "Differential oil temperature rises when you push hard on the circuit. That's why cooling air ducts are essential." This is because high response that responds linearly to the accelerator is what is being pursued.

Only 300 owners will be able to own this car. Reservations are being held at the M2 building until January 26th. With only 300 units, even at a price of 3.4 million yen, there is almost no profit. M2 is such a group.

This attractive 1001 will not be available for test drive until January. Please look forward to the full-throttle Levote. (REV)

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Pistons, camshafts, flywheels, manifolds and mufflers were replaced, ports were polished, and computer ROMs were changed. The engine is set with an emphasis on torque expansion in the normal rotation range rather than MAX power. The radiator was also enlarged to withstand continuous driving on the circuit. A fast and fun circuit shooter was born.

The interior has a simple high-quality feel, such as the leather-covered meter hood and center console, the buckskin packet seat, and the effective use of aluminum knobs and levers. Kneepads on the sides of the console

The finely-engraved meters and aluminum foot pedals tickle the spirit of running. Steering is MOMO For those who love to drive, this is just the best living room. The driver's seat has a genuine leather door back.

The roll bar extends to the floor panel, giving the body a highly directional feel.

The adoption of a full-fledged roll bar makes it impossible to install a hardtop. The wheels are "Panasports" "Pro Rally", 6.0JJ x 15

The offset is the same as the normal car +45). It's hard to see in the photo, but the air duct is led to the differential. The vehicle height has been lowered by 15mm due to the change in the suspension itself.