#Accidentally doubles as Photobomb

[acrux-red]

Not in the best place (evident by my activity) but I decided to try to develop a digital artsyle

Keep in mind these are basically glorified fingerpaintings on my phone, so it has to be more simple

-first one are Basil as Fugo and Aubrey as Purple Haze from JoJo

[petite-ursus]

Many good/fun moments at the concert last night. I'm glad I went out.

I felt a little old because my back started to hurt towards the end. But it was mostly because there was limited movement until Bayside came on. When I was able to move/jump/bounce it was fine. It's one of my issues with concerts I've been to lately... and it might just be that I grew up in a very specific midwest/small venue situation? Because in my memory, moshing/jumping/moving was the norm for even the openers? Maybe I'm misremembering... Or maybe concert vibes have really changed since the pandemic gap? I'm really not sure. But people just don't seem to move as much as when I was younger (please picture a grandmother typing this.) But really... Too many people standing and filming. I get it. I get a few vids too... I film everything. But. It's a concert. They're performing for us. We gotta move.

There was a band I hadn't heard before Finch and I liked them as well.

And the venue. Well the Filmore is just sick, honestly. It's where I saw Renee. The walls are gorgeous and there's all sorts of fantastic architecture and details.

There was a point that these two HUGE guys slipped through the crowd and managed to stand in front of me and the girl next to me, and we kind of exchanged mutual exasperation because we went from being three people back from the stage and able to see perfect... to totally blocked. But one of the guys seemed to have a second thought, glanced back at us, called himself a skyscraper and he and then his friend ushered us ahead of them both. Which. <3 Bless.

All sorts of little interactions like that. I was heading into the venue and a man with a dog asked if I wanted to be homeless with him for a while. I said "Not right now." He chuckled, echoed me, and kept walking, then turned back and asked if he could live with me, and I said "Not right now," and he laughed, echoed me again and kept going.

A guy took me by the shoulder and sang along to the music with me and photobombed my selfie ha

A girl in the bathroom and I laughed about our outfits. She had this big shirt she thought was going to be breezy but she was Sweating and I said I didn't believe in sleeves. Etc.

There was a couple bickering next to me at one point and the girl was gesturing and she accidentally knocked her can into my head. (It didn't hurt at all.) The guy was like, "See you hit her," and she was like, "I don't care," and he replied, "Yeah yeah you don't care, that's the thing. You only care about yourself." And I was like. 👀😬

And at another point one of the women in front of me like... I'm not sure if she had too much to drink? The guy with her was trying to turn her and pull her out of the crowd and she was like... not helping? She didn't seem distressed, her eyes were open and just kind of staring, maybe glazed? Was on her feet but her upper body seemed more like she was dead-weighting, and I was a little worried he maybe didn't know her? But security came and helped get her out, so he must have seen something from the front that I could not.

Many crowd surfing women which is so fun. My favorite thing about crowd surfing is watching the security at the front desperately trying to catch these women when they reach the front. That's a workout.

OH. And, right before Bayside came on? I think it must have been their people. They passed out little miny waters to the front rows to anyone who wanted one???? It was so nice?

Also. This man. I'm a lesbian. But the way he smiled as he played? I did fall in love a little. I hope he's nice in real life.

Left just a scooch early. Besides my back, I drank a (double) jack and coke, and I never drink anymore... and I actually... can't name the last time I had a soda besides that either. So. My (VERY YOUNG AND HIP) tummy felt unsettled. I checked in with myself, and decided to get ahead of the crowds and that was the right move.

I'm. Zonked this morning. Definitely not a thing I can do weekly anymore... Anyone remember when I was going to raves every weekend? Who was that girl?

But. I had a good time. It's good to be around people and concerts tend to be the best place. For the most part everyone is there to have a good time.

And you know what? No one yelled at me for being afraid of driving in Detroit. No one yelled at me at all. I got to decide where I stood. I got to decide when I got there and when I left. Wah-pah.

Final pic. Me questioning my life choices at 5am this morning as I got ready for work.

But. We gotta build the joy in. Find time for the memories.

[abbynx]

La Squadra Esecuzione during prom Headcanons

So like.... A normal AU of sorts combined with High School AU so yes Genre: Romantic, headcanons, crack-ish, AU Warning: Alcohol consumption, teen drinking

Formaggio: - Goes to prom sporting a white dress shirt, orange bowtie, tanned suspenders, tanned pants and dark brown dress shoes. Also wears a gold watch and a brown fedora with a green lining - He picks you up rather late, but he knows the vibes with people during prom and usually, the time of meeting plan will usually be delayed due to unexpected disasters occuring. - Has a bouquet of cliché ass roses to give to you when you meet. As soon as he lay eyes on you, his mouth would be a crack open, eyes wide. Once you point his out, he tried to recover from this with a clear of his throat, and checks you out. "Damn bro, you look beautiful." His voice would crack if he were to continue to speak. Will forget to give you the flowers, so point this out and he will practically almost shove on your chest and will profusely apologize if he were too rough. - Will hog the buffet. If there's no buffet, he'll be intensely disappointed and the whole prom night will be ruined. But you're by his side, he's happy... Bust still he will be a little hangry >:( - He will photobomb in every picture his gang will take. So if you want a picture perfect picture to be posted on Instagram, there will be a blurry figure of this dude making kissy faces or sticking his tongue out. Join him if you want, it'll make him happy while the others will pissed at you for not getting your date a leash to stop him from messing around. - He'll egg you on to spike the punch with alcohol. If you're not willing to risk your school record, he'll do it himself and will succeed at it. Now watch the chaos unfold as students get unknowingly drunk. - This boy will be busting down the moves on the dance floor. So get your dancing shoes on, and DANCE— - When the slow dance music comes on, he'll smoothly ask you for your hand for (marriage—) a dance. So if he is extremely hyper whilst dancing to pop, hip hop or whatever lovely music the DJ was playing, he is very distinctively different. Very slow, very gentle, very soothing. Just swaying by the music as the night ends. Often times he'll let you take the lead of the dance and hes okay with that. "You know Y/N..." He breathes out, as he lets you take the lead to the waltz. "I could get use to this... Us dancing like this... Inourweddingday—" "What?" "Nothing." He smirks, before letting himself be dipped down and twirled up again. Illuso - Goes to prom wearing a white dress shirt, light grey pinstripe waist coat with a matching light grey pinstripe pants, white gloves, black dress shoes and a purple necktie with a silver tie clip. He ditched the six pigtails in favour for a high ponytail secured with a purple hair tie. - Pretty boy here will be looking extra pretty tonight! No surprise that he brought a mirror with him to touch on his appearance multiple times. You will see him spray his face with those mist sprays to touch up his appearance. - He is fashionably late due to him tending on his appearance, but he makes it up to you by bringing flowers and sweets! Once he lays eyes on you, he plays cool by smirking but omg he is squealing inside. "Good evening, Caro/a. You look ravishing." He kisses the back of your hand, whilst keeping an intense eye contact. Bro, idk how you will stay calm and composed by this— - Will photobomb pictures with Formaggio, except he poses like a model instead of making funny faces. - Will get unknowingly tipsy from the punch and flirt with you and will be extra touchy, slinging his arm around your shoulders when sitting down, and will wrap his arms around your waist. "Caro/a~ you look so damn hot in your dress/suit~" - Refuses to stand up and dance to lively music. Let Formaggio and the others egg him on and with the influence of his tipsy-ness, before he takes offense and dance like there's no tomorrow. So if you're not dancing with him, get your camera's out, Melone has his one out. - Will not stop giving you compliments, so enjoy getting bombarded with it every single time. This behaviour is being influenced by a little drop of alcohol and encouraged by

what he truly feels about you. So enjoy while it lasts. He is extra clingy, and will accompany you everywhere you go. If you manage to slip away from him, he might just cry searching for you. "Caroooo/aaaa where are youuu?" - And amidst the slow dance part, he will indulge and lead. So prepare, bro, he has prepared himself just for this moment. He gives me pompous theatre kid vibes, so expect the dance to be so grand and fairytale like that students would be staring at you two. Prosciutto - Whoooooo bro, if he looks glamorous like he normally does, it will be multiplied tonight in Prom. Like bruh chill, you're attending a high school prom, not your own wedding— So for prom he is dressed to his best, sporting a black dress shirt, navy blue waist coat, a dark navy blue double breasted coat with small, gold vine designs around the cuffs of the sleeves, navy blue pants, yellow necktie with navy blue curly vine detailing and a pair of black dress shoes. His hair is styled the same, because he looks hot with it. - He is very quick at preparation, and so he expects you to be the same. If not, he'll take the time to assist you in preparation whilst sternly lecturing you about the importance of time management. Once finished, he'll press a kiss to your cheeks and compliment how you look. "You're glowing, my love," he whispers to your ear, before standing straight and offering you an elbow. "Shall we?" - Refuses to get up and dance to lively music, because he thinks it's too peasant-like 💅✨ No amount of egging will convince him because he thinks he's too sophisticated for something like that - He snuck his own bottle of alcohol because he doesn't want to drink the punch spiked with cheap alcohol. This boy I swear. - Prosci is extremely classy, a huge gentleman, the type that will take his coat off and lend it to you if you're cold or offer you his handkerchief when you cry or whatever, will pull you a seat, etc etc. - Will only get up to dance when the music has gone slow and the lights are dimmed. He will step out of his seat, serve you a bow and offer you a hand. And with low, velvety baritone voice, he ask, "May I have the honour to dance with you?" - He leads the dance with grace and elegance enough to match with your capable pace. If you don't know how to dance, he'll take it slow and teach you the basic, let get the hang of it. He doesn't really care if you know or not, he just want you in his arms. - This is where most likely where you'd share your first kiss. Dancing the night away, chest to chest and clinging to each other whilst everything around you slowed and faded away, gazing into each others eyes until your sight suddenly darts down to his lips when he got the same feeling you wanted to share something amidst this evening to solidify your relationship with each other and take it to the next level. And so he'll gently lean, press his kiss against yours, and pulling away, only to go for it again. Pesci - Goes to prom wearing a black dress shirt, green bow tie, white coat that he left open, and some regular black shoes. He opted to dress simple unlike his overly grand older brother because of his insecurities getting to him first. - Very nervous. Like, shit bro, his hands were extremely clammy causing Pesci to be scolded by Prosciutto yet again for being nervous for no reason. - He was too damn chicken to ask you out to prom, and is now wallowing in his own misery by drowning himself drinking the funny tasting liquid Prosciutto brought with him, just watching you from afar laughing with your friends. Formaggio and Prosciutto are his biggest wingmen and are actively encouraging him to go get it, but Pesci was too damn shy. "Pesci, Pesci, Pesci," Prosciutto lectures, caressing his brother's face. "You and I both know you're good enough for Y/N. Look at them, they just stand still and miserable whilst their friends left to dance with their own partners. Are you going to allow that?" "Come on, Pesci! You can do it!" Formaggio chimes in. - And so with the egging done, Pesci sucks a

breathe and walks to your table when your friends have gone to dance the night away with their partners. He was a sweaty mess, opting to run away the last minute, when Prosciutto and Formaggio pushed him forward, which automatically got your attention. "Oh hi, Pesci!" He felt his would left his body when your attractive face turned to him with a smile. His chest hammered heavily, drowning his ears out with heavy cacophonous beats of his own heart. - So there you were, just smiling at him, confused to why he approached your table and just stared at you. You noticed the way he trembled, connected two and two together and stood from your seat and offered him your hand. "Would you like to dance with me?" "Y-yes— I would love too!" The two wingmen were disappointed Pesci didn't initiated the suave introduction, but it is what it is. - Be patient with him, he is a nervous wreck and will profusely apologize when he accidentally stepped on your toes, and his palms were constantly sweating and will stop the dance just so he can wipe your hands with his handkerchief, apologizing. - So what you're gonna do is to put your hand atop his shoulders and look him in the eyes. "Pesci, calm down. It's just me. Breathe." And with that, his nerves are a little settled, took a breathe and regained a small bit sense of being calm and let you lead the dance. - After the dance ended, bows were exchanged, you gave him a peck on the cheek. "Let's go out tomorrow, yeah? Let's meet up by the park at five thirty. I'll see you there." You smirked up at him, before escorting him back to his seat. The boy was left speechless, but the red on his face says it all. Once you're out of ear-shot, Prosciutto and Formaggio would cheer for Pesci. Melone - Wear a violet dress shirt, a dark lavender waist coat, an extremely dark shade of purple coat, a magenta cravat, black shoes, and black gloves. I headcanonned him to be wearing a violet rectangular rimmed glasses due to his bad eye sight on his right eye during his younger days, so he's going to prom with his glasses off and with contact lenses on. His hair would be up to a half ponytail fastened by a crystal rose hairpin. - He came to you your house to pick you up, straightening the cravat on his chest, ready to fluster you to no end when he came face to face with you. You're too attractive that he lost his voice for a moment. He was too nervous too check you out and be a perve about it, holy shit why are you so damn beautiful djfnfkdjcjndcjmd - He looks suave, but honestly, he is a wreck. There will be moments wherein the charming veneer he has will collapse with the form of a voice crack or a stammer, but will immediately clear his throat and rephrase what he has to say. "H-hello Y/N uUHm—" his voice cracked, forcing his hand to fly up to his mouth to clear his throat and recover his charming veneer. "Good evening, Y/N. You look divine as always, tesoro~" - Honestly, just the best fucking person to be prom date and boyfriend because he will never bore you at all! Not with his four hundred choice of topic, you are not going to get bored! And besides, who does not want to hear this nerd talk passionately about his interest, interesting facts and whatnot? Don't you dare shut him up, look at that glimmer in his eyes when he's talking, you wouldn't want to ruin that right? - He. Will. Take. Pictures. A lot of it. Not just of the two of you together, but with his friends as well because he holds them dear to his chest. He will manage to get a shot of the two of you together without Formaggio photobombing in the background. So get him to take your picture for your new profile picture in Instagram or something because his photography skills are heavenly! And he doesn't really kind taking pictures of you, in fact, he loves that he gets to have more of your photos! - Will get easily jealous. And by that, enjoy Melone practically clinging to you, tightening his grip around your hand and giving an overly sweet smile towards the person making him jealous. Good luck with that

sweetie 😘 - Yo, due to his extremely overwhelmed reaction of your beauty, he won't stay silent for a minute to compliment you. Like, at all. But he's not charming about it, no, it just subconsciously slips out whenever he's deeply staring at you with sunset eyes and just the most adorable grin ever, whilst his heart within his chest can't stay still. And within this moment, he couldn't help but to press a gentle kiss on your lips because of how deep his desire and trance was. Will apologize frantically once realization struck him that he shouldn't be doing that without your consent and will sputter apologies. So kindly shut him up and return his kiss and that will leave him into a smiling wreck. - As soon as the music changed into a slow pace, the lights dimmed and the mood changed, he nervously looks over you and holds his hand out. "Would you like to dance, tesoro?" He graciously asked with an edge of anxiety in his voice. You simply smiled and put your hand atop his and let him lead you into the dancefloor and let him lead the dance. There's nothing more heavenly than being with you, to be honest. He's in peace but at the same time, panicked because a divine deity such as yourself decided to look more into his perverted character and saw a passionate nerd residing in him. You didn't look at him with revulsion, you laughed with him, and you love him. There's nothing more he could want than feeling your warmth and love. Ghiaccio - He doesn't really like the prom at all, and will bitch just about everything, to the food, the venue, etc like chillax Elsa— so his main complaints is that he sees this as a waste of time and money, as apparently this is just any other time in school, just in the middle of the night, dressed in formal attires. And for that thing in mind, he thought that getting a date was useless. Pfft, as if he can resist you—He wasn't going to attend this dumb event when he heard some boys wanting to ask a certain h/c friend of his into a date as a prank. So Ghiaccio squared the fuck up, and asked you out in a date, rather straightforward and blunt about it, so go and accept! - Sis be unrecognisable omg, you'd have to hear him scream about etymology before recognising this nerd lmao So he's out to go to prom wearing a light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, white and blue gingham patterned waist coat, red bow tie and black shoes. His hair is out of its curls, slicked back and he's wearing contact lenses and ditched his glasses. - Very confused as to why he attended for your sake, but went through with it because he can't stand seeing his friend experience that kind of pain. I mean, he can just tell you not to accept their offer, but he insists! "I'm not asking you out on a prom date because I wants to! I just doesn't want to those cazzos to take advantage of you!" He persists to insist with his furiously red, discoloured face. - Boi, stop teasing him before he turns completely red, voice at the its highest peak, and mad at you, because with your attractive looks alone he already can't control the colour of his face. If you stop, however, that doesn't mean La Squadra won't stop teasing him about it. So do him a favour, scold the others and give Ghia a break. - Warms up at the idea of prom because he realised how his friends and classmates enjoyed this... Especially you. The way you would just sit, listen to the music whilst eating, watching other students just vibe? Well admittedly he isn't warming up to it because his peers are enjoying it... But it's because the way you smile watching others enjoy this event. He is a massive tsundere but a romantic sap at heart, please help this boy— - So dancing... What you expected him to know how to dance? PFFT— NO, OVER HIS DEAD BODY— anddddddd somehow he found himself in the middle of the dancefloor, aggressively flailing his limbs around after Formaggio and Illuso called him incapable of doing so. - At the end of the night, once slow dancing was in session, he is a bit of hesitant to dance with you, as you saw him

dance earlier. He just does not know how to and other than that, he freezes up when he is within close proximity with you. But dang it Y/N, why do you look so damn envious watching your classmates dance? So Ghiaccio sucks it up, sighs and stood from his seat. "Wanna dance?" He grumbled. Oh bich, you better accept because he's only doing this once! - So he tried his best to ease up, lead the dance and just tries not to make a mistake. He's generally having a good time despite being so stiff and with his brows knitted together, I assure you he is enjoying! It's just his default appearance and he is really intensely focused on not stepping on your toes. Like the prom, he warms up to dancing because seeing you smile just makes him smile too. This would be the moment wherein he'd find beauty within your eyes in which he never looked upon before. He was always so drawn to your eyes just staring off into space, but never has he seen them up close... And they were certainly more prettier now that he is up close. Risotto - Like Ghiaccio, he doesn't see the point in going to these events. I mean, there's socializing but don't students do that every day already? He wasn't going to attend prom, seeing that he really doesn't know what to do in these events... Until you asked him out to go, so wyoom— fuck that, he's going! - Having the lack of knowledge about prom and being so indecisive regarding what he can wear, mix that with his desperation to impress you— he asks the only fashion Diva he knows of, Prosciutto over for advice or better yet, pick at the clothes in his closet for Risotto to wear. - He ended up going to prom wearing a black double waist coat and pants with silver pinstripes, red dress shirt, black and white stripped necktie, silver chains connected to his coat and pocket watch, and also black shoes. He let his hair down, combed down and parted to the side. - Mostly silent during prom, just watching other people vibe whilst drinking from the alcohol Prosciutto snuck in. He's not really comfortable participating into the party, he's more into watching them just vibe but he would appreciate it if you'd stay by his side not because he looks lonely, but you just genuinely want to stay with him and/or you're uncomfortable mingling with the crowd as well. - Will have his finger entwined with you the whole evening, complimenting you and your choice of clothing for the night. He just appreciates your company and secretly hopes to himself that you wouldn't ditch him for being so boring since he doesn't really what to do in these sorts of situations other than being a wallflower. It was selfish of him, but he knows you love him~ "Promise you wouldn't leave me?" Risotto whispers, his thumb stroking your hand for reassurance. "What? No!" - Will get easily jealous because he feels so damn self-conscious that he really doesn't know what to do in events like this! And by that, enjoy Risotto practically clinging to you, tightening his grip around your hand and giving a look towards the person making him jealous. Good luck with that sweetie 😘 - The only moment wherein he'd be getting near the crowd to mingle would be with you... He wanted you to experience something from him this night and so he decided to dance with you at the end of the night. And so when the mood was set in for a slow dance, he timidly hold his hand out for you to take, with his intense gaze boring to yours, he asks of you, "May I have the honour to dance with you?" - He'd have the biggest, most fucking loving smile when you accept as he gently takes your hand and lead you to the dance floor. There is, admittedly, a problem with the height difference but fuck that, you just wanted to dance. He just wants you to know that he's very appreciative of his nature to be unsociable and despite that, you stuck around with him instead of abandoning him to bond with your other sociable peers, and that he's the luckiest boy alive to be having such an understanding, such kind and thoughtful s/o. "Thank you... Very much, Y/N." Gelato and

Sorbet - Gelato would be dressed with a black turtle neck, dark grey coat, dark grey pants and shoes, with a silver chain hanging around his neck. His hair at its usual style. - Whilst Sorbet attended prom dressed in a white dress shirt with the sleeves folded to his elbows, brown waist coat with light brown pinstripes, with matching brown pants with the same pinstripe pattern, dark brown necktie and brown shoes. - Will lounge around like Risotto, and just vibe with the music, ya know? If you're up for some dancing with the three of them, hell ye sure, because there's nothing more enjoyable than spending with each others side! - If ever you decided not to drink, watch over Gelato with Sorbet because that boy will drink and his tolerance is whack. So not only are you on guarding duty with Gelato, but as well as the rest of La Squadra. So please, don't drink, Sorbet would very much appreciate for someone to be as sober as he is to deal with your drunken friends. "Gelato, please put the bottle down and get off the table—" Sorbet tries to lecture, whilst the aforementioned person tips over at rhe slightest with a bottle of alcohol at hand. "Y/N could tou help me over here?!" - Both of them are very chatty, surprisingly knows a lot of juicy gossips about teachers and classmates alike but they clarify that you should not repeat what you hear. So either you're out there dancing, or gossiping about everyone in school as you sat by your table. "Did you know Regina is cheating on Aaron?" Gelato whispers lowly meant for only your and Sorbet's ear. "Omg, really?" You whispered back. "I knew there was something up." Sorbet adds. - Three person waltz anyone? Hell yes. So all you need is precise movements and grace, but that's already taken care of since you three practiced in advance for this! It doesn't really matter if it were to be performed well, y'all just wanted a good time at each others company and that's that. - At the end of the night, Gelato's passed out from alcohol like the rest of La Squadra except of Pesci, you and Sorbet. So good luck loading your drunken friends into the vehicle. ~ Bonus ~ Prom King: Illuso Best dressed: Prosciutto Best dancer: Formaggio

[joliehunts]

𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

[ sing ]  -  your muse catches mine performing their favourite song with a hairbrush as a microphone.  [ dance ]  -  your muse catches mine dancing like no one is watching.  [ splash ]  -  your muse walks in on mine in the shower / bath.  [ bump ]  -  your muse watches mine walk into an inanimate object and apologise.  [ crash ]  -  your muse catches mine falling flat on their ass.  [ rescue ]  -  your muse pretends to be my boyfriend / girlfriend / sibling / parent / etc. to save mine from a stranger at the bar.  [ wrong number ]  -  my muse to send your muse a text meant for someone else.  [ dial ]  -  my muse accidentally calls your muse and immediately confesses something they shouldn’t before realising.  [ dare ]  -  my muse has to complete a dare someone else has given them on your muse.  [ grope ]  -  my muse squeezes your muses ass from behind because they think you’re someone else.  [ sleep ]  -  my muse says something in their sleep and your muse overhears.  [ help ]  -  your muse walks in on my muse stuck in an item of clothing and unable to escape without help.  [ wrong crowd ]  -  my muse is waiting for their lover in their sexiest underwear, but your muse walks in on them instead.  [ catch ]  -  your muse throws something for my muse to catch without warning.  [ overhear ]  -  my muse accidentally overhears a conversation your muse is having with someone else. my muse tries to leave without being noticed, but fails.  [ locked ]  -  your muse finds my muse trapped in a bathroom / closet / a room they shouldn’t be / etc.  [ stuck ]  -  your muse catches my muse stuck  in a strange position. examples: in a tree, in the fridge, under the bed, etc. go wild.  [ insult ]  -  my muse has just insulted someone, not realising that someone is a close friend/person of your muse.  [ trip ]  -  my muse trips and drags your muse down with them.  [ borrow ]  -  your muse has caught my muse borrowing something without asking.  [ accuse ]  -  my muse accuses your muse of a crime they haven’t actually committed.  [ naughty ]  -  your muse walks in on my muse having an intimate moment alone.  [ double naughty ]  -  your muse walks in on my muse having an intimate moment with someone else.  [ cheese ]  -  your muse catches my muse trying to photobomb their photo.  [ shop ]  -  my muse is talking about how ugly an item is, not realising your muse owns the same item. 

[hhgossip]

YOU MUST SEND AT LEAST ONE PROMPT TO EVERYONE WHO REBLOGS THIS AS WELL. ( for those of your with multiple characters please be sure to specify what character your sending from!! )

THIS IS VALID UNTIL JULY 6TH.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

[ sing ] -  your muse catches mine performing their favourite song with a hairbrush as a microphone. [ dance ] -  your muse catches mine dancing like no one is watching. [ splash ] -  your muse walks in on mine in the shower / bath. [ bump ] -  your muse watches mine walk into an inanimate object and apologise. [ crash ] -  your muse catches mine falling flat on their ass. [ rescue ] -  your muse pretends to be my boyfriend / girlfriend / sibling / parent / etc. to save mine from a stranger at the bar. [ wrong number ]  -  my muse to send your muse a text meant for someone else. [ dial ] -  my muse accidentally calls your muse and immediately confesses something they shouldn’t before realising. [ dare ]  -  my muse has to complete a dare someone else has given them on your muse. [ grope ] -  my muse squeezes your muses ass from behind because they think you’re someone else. [ sleep ] -  my muse says something in their sleep and your muse overhears. [ help ]  -  your muse walks in on my muse stuck in an item of clothing and unable to escape without help. [ wrong crowd ] -  my muse is waiting for their lover in their sexiest underwear, but your muse walks in on them instead. [ catch ] -  your muse throws something for my muse to catch without warning. [ overhear ] -  my muse accidentally overhears a conversation your muse is having with someone else. my muse tries to leave without being noticed, but fails. [ locked ] -  your muse finds my muse trapped in a bathroom / closet / a room they shouldn’t be / etc. [ stuck ] -  your muse catches my muse stuck  in a strange position. examples: in a tree, in the fridge, under the bed, etc. go wild. [ insult ] -  my muse has just insulted someone, not realising that someone is a close friend/person of your muse. [ trip ] -  my muse trips and drags your muse down with them. [ borrow ]  -  your muse has caught my muse borrowing something without asking. [ accuse ] -  my muse accuses your muse of a crime they haven’t actually committed. [ naughty ] -  your muse walks in on my muse having an intimate moment alone. [ double naughty ] -  your muse walks in on my muse having an intimate moment with someone else. [ cheese ] -  your muse catches my muse trying to photobomb their photo. [ shop ] -  my muse is talking about how ugly an item is, not realising your muse owns the same item.

[mikvere-blog]

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MAY 25TH, 2016. ☓ * ⋆ “ MIKA ! ” —– solana’s voice rings out over the tumult and commotion, waves of bodies in black caps and gowns and cords and sashes pouring out from the double doors as if they can’t leave fast enough. can you blame them ? they just graduated – they’re all certified adults ™  now, or whatever. mika’s head whips back and forth as he tries to pinpoint the source of his mother’s voice ( hand moving up to prevent his cap from flying off in the process ), and it doesn’t take him long; she’s standing on the curb alongside his step-family, his father and a dozen members of his maternal family, and instantly, a wide grin spreads across his face.

( she hadn’t told him they were coming. in fact, a few of them – cousins, aunts, uncles – had told him they couldn’t make it for one reason or another. and after a while, he decided he was fine with that – they’d see the photos eventually, he reasoned. but leave it to his mother to make it happen, let alone to make it a SURPRISE. )

clutching his diploma in one hand, he weasels his way through his former classmates, ducking occasionally to avoid accidentally photobombing any sentimental family photos until he gets to his family – and all at once, they envelop him in a massive, nearly suffocating group hug. he’s at the center of the commotion, his family cheering happily, kissing his head, and he’s laughing so hard his lungs hurt.

they make their rounds, putting leis of flowers over his head, some of them with dollar bills folded into flower shapes -- he hugs them all, one by one, thanks them for coming, tells them ( sheepishly ) that he loves them, but only if they say it first. he fist-bumps a few of his younger cousins ( are they actually related, or just the child of a family friend? mika’s not entirely sure, but everyone’s a cousin in the thompson family ), and coos over his littlest cousin, who’s just barely old enough to walk and looks very confused by all the noise and motion around her. his father gives him a hug, tells him he’s proud of him, and adjusts all of his cords and leis; mika smiles at him and laughs quietly when he fixes the tassel on his cap. ( “ it goes on the right side, mika. did you forget to turn it during the ceremony? ” )

by the time he reaches his mother, he has to crane his neck to see over the accumulation of leis he’s gathered from the rest of his family, and he grins at her with a slightly overwhelmed laugh. she smiles back at him and takes a few of the leis off, holding them delicately so as not to crush the flowers. then, she pulls him into a hug, tighter than any of the ones from his aunts or uncles or cousins, and he lets out a heavy sigh as he wraps his arms around her.

“ i am so proud of you, mikaere, ” she presses a kiss to his temple, and he can feel the way her breath stutters, the wetness of her cheek against his head. she’s crying. “ ------i know it’s been hard for you. i know. ” and, shit, now he wants to cry, too.

when she pulls away, she places her hand on the back of his neck and presses their foreheads together, the same way a few of his uncles had just a few moments ago. it’s tradition -- he’s been doing it all his life to everybody in his family, but this time, it hits him somewhere between his heart and his stomach so hard he has to physically clench his jaw to stop himself from crying. he sniffles and closes his eyes, because he knows if he keeps them open, he’ll start bawling any moment now. 

( he leaves soon. in a few months, he’s going to be hundreds of miles away. and he never gave a single thought to ask his mother how she felt about it. )

“ you did it, tama. i’m so proud of you. ”

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neighborhood party - six o’clock

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5:45 PM. 

The first thing to catch your eye is the clock.  

You find yourself sitting in a chair in your living room, hands curled around the armrests. For a second you allow yourself to revel in the softness of your armchair. You’re practically sinking into it. 

With a jolt, however, you realize that you only have fifteen minutes to get ready. 15.

“Fuck.”

You all but run to your closet, not wanting to come off as haphazard to your cute new neighbor. If you’re going to have to get ready in fifteen minutes you’ll look the best that you can. 

>>CHOOSE YOUR CLOTHING - WISELY

“God, what is with the ‘wisely’“?” You mutter, pulling on the most put-together outfit you can out of whatever is nearest to you.

>>1 - BLACK JEANS, BLUE BUTTON-DOWN, GRAY PULLOVER

Pulling the gray pullover over your head, you step back to look at your handiwork. You look fine - all of the clothing is as if its tailor made for you - except for your hair. It’s disheveled from the lack of grace you used to rapidly put your clothes on. 

>>2 - RED SKIRT, BLACK SWEATER

Cute, you acknowledge to yourself at you step back, your gaze wandering from your feet to your face, appraising yourself in the full length mirror. All that’s left to be tended to is your hair. With a grimace you notice that it’s going in every direction.  

The hairbrush is by the side of the sink on the porcelain countertop in your bathroom. Brushing your hair is no easy feat (when did it get so tangled?) but you manage to get the worst of the knots out, if not all of them, and without accidentally getting hair into your sink. Hurrying out, you straighten your clothes in front of the closet mirror again. 

The alarm clock says 5:56 PM. 

Ding dong. 

You swear yet again - there’s no time for you to put on a watch or accessories. Rushing to the front door you swing it open with more force than necessary, consequently almost falling straight into Mark. To keep the collision from happening you instead turn your body, running straight into your own door. 

He finds this, needless to say, absolutely hilarious, doubling over and wheezing in laughter. You threaten to close the door on him, eyes becoming dangerously squinted in annoyance. 

Mark sobers up at this. 

“You look good,” He sounds like he’s about to continue. You quirk an eyebrow, not missing the pink that rises from the bottom of his neck. “Really good.” He decides on. 

“Eloquent.” You grin, stepping out. 

(Conveniently forgetting that, earlier this morning, you’d stuttered your way over inviting him in.)

“You look really good, too.” Smiling at him, he looks down and away from the praise shyly on impulse. In scuffed sneakers, artfully tattered jeans, and a white t-shirt he looks better than you think you ever have.

“AI, can you lock my door?”

<<NO NEED, NOBODY’S GOING TO BE IN OR OUT WHILE YOU’RE GONE>>

Your eyes meet Mark’s in a questioning glance. 

“She’s right. Everyone has everything they could ever want on their own.” He brushes off your concerns easily, tilting his head to gesture at the direction the woods are in. 

Something about his words doesn’t sit right with you, however - after all, don’t people always want what they don’t have? 

The walk to the glade where the party is held is relatively short, and you find that lapsing into a silence alongside Mark isn’t nearly as awkward as you’d expected it to be. There’s a well worn path through the woods to it, flowers of every kind surrounding it. 

It’s perfect. 

He breaks the quiet just as the sound of music and idle chatter reaches your ears.

“A couple of my friends live by here, and I’m willing to bet there’ll be people you know too, but fair warning...” Sparing Mark a glance, you notice that he’s scratching at the nape of his neck.

You sigh.

“How bad are your friends? Scale of 1 to 10.”

“Most of them are like...6...but a couple-”

“Mark! Person way too hot for Mark! Welcome to our humble, humble gathering on this fateful day.” 

He’s loud, to say the least. You blink. 

The owner of the voice follows in the form of a redheaded boy too gorgeous to be real, you decide. Behind him trails a wincing blond bombshell, and you for just a second think that everyone around you is in a league far out of yours. There’s no time to allow that train of thought to fully flesh itself out, however.

“Hyuck-”

“It’s Haechan to you.” The ginger (it can’t be natural, can it?) cuts Mark off without his eyes even roaming towards the boy by your side. You can feel Mark roll his eyes, but there’s fondness radiating off of him. 

“I’m Jeno,” The platinum blond calls out behind him, picking up the pace slightly. “Guess you’ve met Haechan, but he’s kind of irrelevant.”

“Hey! Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you.”

Their squabbling grows slightly louder and they turn away from you for the moment. Anger doesn’t reach either of their eyes, amusement in its place instead. 

You struggle to hold in your laughter, giving Mark your second questioning look of the hour, let alone the day. 

“These assholes have been my best friends since elementary. It took a while, but I’ve learned to tune them out.” Your neighbor is flippant, masking it with monotonousness. He’s hiding a smile, though. 

As you get further into the party you’re introduced to four more of Mark’s friends, quickly taking in all of their personalities:

Haechan, real name Donghyuck: fan of the theatrical arts, Michael Jackson, being proud of his amazing singing, making fun of Mark, eyeliner, cooking, and the universe and stars

Jeno: lover of cats, arm day, modelling, the guitar, hoverboards, and looking better than “anyone else on this planet” 

Renjun: connoisseur of art, comic book enthusiast extraordinaire, champion of dry humor, master of the artful eye roll, and de facto group mom who’s surprisingly good at headlocks

Jaemin: choir boy, enjoys puppies, flowers, doing handstands on hoverboards, dancing, and, for some odd reason that no one can explain to you, dentistry

Jisung: king of dancing, being tall, laughing at his older friends and successfully tearing them new ones, learning new hairstyles, favorite pastime is photobombing Chenle’s selfies

Chenle: has a penchant for laughing at anything and everything, breaks a new bone every summer, takes selfies, enjoys memeing self and all of his friends, sings at cafes for money on weekends

Someone hands you a drink (Jeno assures you that it’s soda, simply with a “It’s too early in the night to get drunk. That, and we’re kind of underage.”) and you request a couple of songs to Jaemin, who’s DJing for the night. People are laughing and dancing; some are rolling around in the grass like Haechan and Chenle, the latter listening intently as the former points out every constellation in the night sky. 

Mark stays by your side, introducing you to more people (”This is Taeyong, he tutors me in math in the real world. He’s less of a hardass here.” “...Did you finish your notes I assigned last class?” “Aha...Anyways, talk later Taeyong. (Y/N), have you met Jaehyun?”) and, in turn, meeting a good number of people you know from school or from outside classes and work. You see one of your closest friends briefly before they inform you that they have stuff to take care of back home and therefore need to head back, but it’s good that you’re getting into Cynosure!

To your shock, Renjun is, as you find out by catching them, lips locked and behind a tree, dating one of your closest friends. (”I didn’t know how to tell you, (Y/N), sorry.” “(Y/F/N)... have you guys met outside of the game?” “Yeah, of course. Renjun’s just down by ninth street.”)

The sky gradually darkens throughout the night, but you don’t truly notice it until it’s, according to Jisung (”Mark might be wearing a rolex, but mine glows in the dark, so who’s the real winner here?”), 11:17 PM. You help Jaemin with packing up his makeshift DJ booth and Renjun and your friend with picking up discarded solo cups and paper plates. 

It’s likely nearing 12 by the time Mark places his hand on your shoulder and tells you that you both should probably head home. He does this, however, only after tucking a small, white flower behind your ear, glancing away, embarrassed, as he does so. 

You can’t help but blush.

He can’t help but notice.

The two of you are the last ones left in the glade when you begin walking back to your homes, slightly closer than when you started out six hours ago. You’re halfway through the path in the woods, making small talk to ignore the onsetting eeriness of the night beside you, when you begin feeling something behind you.

It’s the setting, you’re sure, that’s putting you on edge. After all you’re not in the real world. In Cynosure, everyone has everything they want - there’s no reason for anyone to be lurking in the woods, waiting to devour you whole. 

Nonetheless, your shoulders are unable to relax.

The two of you haven’t gone much farther down the path when you hear it. 

Crack. 

Mark doesn’t comment on it, and you believe you must’ve imagined it. 

Barely two meters in front of you, you hear it again.

Crack. Crack.

This time, Mark stops. So do you. 

“It’s probably n-” Mark’s words get caught in his throat as he turns around to face you. You don’t like the way the color drains from his face. He grabs your hand. 

You whirl around.

There’s nothing there, and you immediately know that it’s now behind Mark. So does he. You pull him close to you, both of you frozen with fear as you make a complete 360.

You’ve never seen eyes like that before. There’s nothing attached to them. They don’t blink, don’t move. 

So empty. So, so empty. 

Come here. The disembodied voice has you reaching up, the only thing keeping you from clawing at your neck on impulse being Mark’s hand. 

“AI,” You stutter out. “Save my game.” At your side you hear Mark do the same. Is it just you, or do the eyes get closer?

<<>>

Nothing.

“AI!” You cry out again. Why is there no response? It isn’t working for Mark, either. Your nails are digging into the back of his hand. You can’t do anything about it. If his were longer, you’d be bleeding by now, as well. 

You know you want to come here. The eyes haven’t moved, but it feels as if the voice has.

There it is again. Tears well up in your eyes but remain unshed, kept inside by some unknown force. The shadows of the trees, illuminated by the moon, provide you no solace. It feels like there’s nowhere to hide.

“Please!” You gasp out. Something’s beginning to stifle you - you’re unsure whether its the air itself surrounding you or your own fear. Why isn’t the AI responding?

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Is this how you’ll die?

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11 Haunted Locations that Double as Beautiful Wedding Venues

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11 Haunted Locations that Double as Beautiful Wedding Venues

Destination weddings are incredibly dreamy. The most romantic day of your life gets even more fairytale-worthy when set on a white sand beach, in a whimsical forest or on a cliff looking out over a stunning landscape. But no destination is more badass than a haunted wedding venue.

Think about it: If you appreciate even an ounce of edginess, a haunted venue will fit right into your aesthetic. And your destination will likely be beautiful in that kind of historic, vintage way—offering you the chance to lean hard into classic elegant decor or create an eye-catching juxtaposition with more contemporary pieces.

Not to mention, yours will be the most memorable wedding any of your guests ever attend. Because honestly, what can top a haunted wedding venue? (Nothing—that’s what.)

Whether you’re a macabre ride-or-die, a paranormal enthusiast or a bride-to-be who’s interested in something slightly unconventional, the following slideshow is sure to sate your desires. We’ve rounded up the most breathtaking haunted venues in the country so you can make your big day even more special (or, you know, spectral).

Originally posted on SheKnows.

The Driskill Hotel

Built in 1886, the iconic Driskill Hotel in downtown Austin is steeped in paranormal lore. The hotel’s namesake and founder, Colonel Driskill, is rumored to haunt the halls—emitting the telltale smell of cigar smoke.

In 1887, the young daughter of a Texas senator fell down the grand staircase and died only to return as a ghost and chase her ball around the first-floor lobby. Other spooky rumors include two “suicide brides,” who committed suicide in the same tub in the hotel 20 years apart to the day.

Photo: The Driskill Hotel.

The Ohio State Reformatory Prison

You may be thinking, “Why would I want to get married in a prison?” To which we would respond, “Why not?” Especially if that prison happens to be the legendary Ohio State Reformatory Prison.

Of the 154,000 inmates who came through while it was still an active prison, it is said many never left. And to say the prison (which was memorably used in filming The Shawshank Redemption) has endured a streak of unnaturally bad luck would be an understatement. In addition to the Mad Dog Killings of 1948, the warden’s wife accidentally shot herself with a hidden pistol in 1950, and a few years later, the warden suffered a fatal heart attack. They supposedly joined the inmate apparitions already haunting the reformatory.

Photo: Ohio State Reformatory Prison.

The Omni Mount Washington Resort

The Omni Mount Washington Resort would undoubtedly make a beautiful backdrop for any wedding. However, be prepared for a possible photobomb of the ghost kind.

Completed in 1902, this historic hotel was opened by a wealthy industrialist by the name of Joseph Stickney, who died only a year after it opened to the public. He was survived by his wife, Carolyn, who remarried a short time after and continued to summer at the hotel. It was only after Carolyn died in 1936 that reports began surfacing from staff and guests about strange things happening—like lights turning on and off by themselves and the shadowy figure of a woman appearing in a staff picture.

Ghost Hunters has investigated Carolyn’s presence at the hotel twice.

Photo: The Omni Mount Washington Resort.

The Hotel del Coronado

You can’t get much more scenic than this circa 1888 seaside hotel. The trade-off is you may be visited by the ghost of Kate Morgan during your nuptials.

Found dead of a gunshot wound to the head on the beach in 1892, forever-24-year-old Morgan can’t seem to stay away from the affectionately dubbed Hotel Del. The havoc she wreaks includes moving drapes, falling screens, mysterious noises, flickering lights and even the figure of a woman wearing a black lace dress.

Photo: The Hotel del Coronado.

The Hawthorne Hotel

Need a helping hand on your wedding day? How about many—all invisible? That’s precisely the sort of thing guests who’ve stayed in the Hawthorne Hotel’s Room 325 have reported feeling.

Given that information and the fact it’s located in the former witch-hunting capital of the States, it’s little wonder this venue is ranked one of the top 10 most haunted hotels in America.

Photo: The Hawthorne Hotel.

Belcourt Castle

If you want to get married at a grand estate, you can’t go wrong with Belcourt Castle. However, there is one caveat: Several of the items inside the castle could be haunted. Think of it as the manor from Beauty & the Beast, only scarier—guests have reported seeing possessed furniture, a screaming suit of armor, a monk statue with accompanying apparition and a mirror that doesn’t reflect back the people staring into it.

But, hey, it sure is pretty!

Photo: Belcourt Castle.

The Pen Ryn Estate

Just a heads-up: If you plan to get married on Christmas Eve at The Pen Ryn Estate, be prepared to put up with a few surly guests who definitely didn’t RSVP. Or maybe long-deceased owner Robert Bickley’s RSVP got lost in the mail—along with the plus-one for his also long-deceased girlfriend.

No matter, though. They’ll show up anyway. And on Dec. 24, Bickley reportedly knocks on doors and windows while his girlfriend (riding a black horse, no less) whips anyone who dares to cross her path.

Photo: The Pen Ryn Estate.

The Stanley Hotel

Yes—that Stanley Hotel. As in, the one Stephen King modeled The Shining‘s Overlook Hotel after. The room King stayed in while writing the book, Room 217, is said to be a hotbed of paranormal activity. Among the happenings, there was the electrocution of a housekeeper during a lightning storm.

The hotel’s original owners, F.O. and Flora Stanley, are also often seen in the hotel. Mr. Stanley apparently favors playing the piano, while his wife lingers in the billiards room or lobby.

Photo: The Stanley Hotel.

The Congress Plaza Hotel

You might call Chicago’s Congress Plaza Hotel a hidden gem among haunted wedding venues. For starters, it’s jaw-droppingly picturesque. But in regard to the paranormal, it’s also thought to be one of Chicago’s most haunted spots. You just don’t hear about it much.

However, according to Sherman’s Travel, the hotel experiences more than its fair share of spooky occurrences. The staff often reports seeing the ghost of a young boy, one who is rumored to have been thrown off the roof of the hotel by his mother before she took her own life. And some of the staff actively avoid the Florentine Room, where it’s said a female ghost whispers in people’s ears.

Then there’s the peculiar case of Room 441. Throughout the hotel’s history, more guests have called security from there than any other space—and they all report seeing a shadowy woman.

Photo: The Congress Plaza Hotel.

The Lucerne Inn

Photo: The Lucerne Inn.

The Crescent Hotel

If you watch and put any stock in the show Ghost Hunters, then you’ll consider the Crescent Hotel to have tons of paranormal street cred. When the show’s Jason Hawes and Grant Wilson visited, they claimed to have caught a full-body apparition wearing a hat and nodding on their thermal camera.

According to local folklore, a construction worker fell to his death when the hotel was being built more than 100 years ago, and he landed in what eventually became room 218. Not surprisingly, guests and staff report unexplained activity in that room, from a self-flushing toilet to humanless footsteps.

In fact, there’s a whole website devoted to America’s most haunted hotel.

Photo: The Crescent Hotel.

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Recreating History: The 7-11 1934 Ford Altered Coupe Then, and Racing its Tribute Now

Roots. Contrary to ingrained logic, 712 precedes 7-11, and 715 precedes 712. That’s how the Hindu-Arabic numeric system applies to the Peckerheads Racing ’34 Ford, anyway.

How the numbers add up: Prior to our feature coupe’s birth, Jack Hart’s Texaco station in Pasadena, California, produced and sponsored the 715 ’32 five-window coupe, a consistent brawler at Eisenhower-era Los Angeles basin dragstrips. But the 715’s successor would storm on to even greater glory.

Originally crafted by the adolescent Phil Turgeson at Hart’s subsequent Orange, California, Texaco location in 1956, Turgeson’s 712 Jr. was a ’34 coupe packing Jack Hart flathead V8 power. Ray Rucker and Nealan Mackle acquired the 712 Jr. in 1959, swapped in an overhead Chevy, and ran it at Santa Ana until May 1959, when the gates were permanently locked. The 712 Jr.’s short day in the sun was done before being fully realized. For the moment.

Rucker and Mackle sold the coupe to Santa Ana–area local Kent Singleton in 1961, a package deal that included Ray Rucker as driver/tuner. At that point, Turgeson’s dark blue paint was swapped for Singleton’s competition orange, the name was changed to 7-11, a blown and injected 283-inch Chevy replaced the carbureted 265, and Singleton-Carrillo-Nelson lettering appeared on the decklid.

This team successfully ran the coupe at myriad Southern California venues through 1962, when it was sold to Santa Ana Hunters Car Club President Allan Zale, who raced it up through the late 1960s. Zale can’t recall the name of the lucky party for certain but concedes it was likely a Mr. Paul Collins who traded him a dragster project for the 7-11, somewhere between 1963 and 1965. It is unknown whether Collins ever raced the car. And that was that for the original 7-11 coupe. Until its stunt double showed up.

Never Forgot

Kent Singleton’s half-brother, Mike Dowell, had accompanied Kent and the 7-11 to most of its 1960-1962 races and formed a strong emotional bond with the car. To Dowell, the ’34 absolutely represented Altered-class drag racing at the grassroots level. He never forgot it. And in 1992, weary of merely reminiscing about the car, Dowell put out an all-points bulletin for the 7-11. His pleas for information on the whereabouts of the coupe were published in some magazines, but the only response came in 1994, via a letter to the editor in Street Rodder magazine from a Mr. Jay Lockard in Fountain Valley, California. Lockard included photos of the car sitting in his neighbor’s driveway. Could that neighbor have been mystery man Paul Collins? Alas, by the time that issue was read by Dowell, the coupe had pulled another Houdini. The permanent kind.

Dowell’s obsessive search for the 7-11 was called off in 2001, when he finally accepted fate and decided to re-create the coupe. In conjunction with longtime pal Curt Vaught, a sound body was located in Colorado, mutual friend “Peachy Julian” Alverez procured a pair of TCI framerails, and the next chapter of the 7-11 legend was introduced. Now relocated to southern Oregon, Dowell and Vaught’s 7-11 vision was supported and realized by some of the West’s finest craftsmen.

Tiki Alverez (nephew of Julian) performed the aggressive top chop and bodywork at his Costa Mesa, California, shop, but the majority of the build took place after hours at chassis fabricator Bill Comstock’s Medford, Oregon, facility, from 2002 to 2003. Dowell oversaw chassis construction, while Vaught presided over drivetrain chores. This 7-11 offspring finally took its first baby steps in late 2004 at Southern Oregon Dragway, with Vaught at the wheel and 2 gallons of alky in the tank. It pinballed all the way downtrack, guardrail to guardrail, but still carded an early-lift 10.11 at 146 mph.

While consistently inconsistent, the 7-11 had been reborn. The coupe took up residence in Dowell’s garage, and life went on. Then the Peckerheads came to the rescue. Accidentally.

It was 2008 when the unofficial Peckerhead Racing team happened upon the 7-11 in Famoso Raceway’s crumbling pit area. Dowell and Vaught had hauled the retired coupe to the March Meet just to display, but the Peckerheads instantly had other plans. Already occupied with a Bonneville entry (the 57c ’33 Ford coupe) and their unofficial “Moonlight Speed Shop,” the five unofficial members from the Reno area realized their aching need for a drag coupe as well. Over the course of the weekend, Peckerhead Tom Christian and 7-11 owner Mike Dowell hammered out what both parties agreed to be a fair deal, and the 7-11 odyssey took a turn. Toward Reno.

Once ensconced in the Moonlight Speed Shop, the storied coupe received a plan for the future that included more power. The Cyclone quick-change rearend (as per the 712 Jr.) made way for a 9-inch Ford unit, and a pair of wheelie bars was added. From that day, the 7-11 has been a popular attraction at Famoso’s March Meet and California Hot Rod Reunion events. At this writing, the Peckerheads’ efforts are producing consistent 9.60 at 140-mph time slips in the NHRA Heritage Series’ 9.60-index Nostalgia Eliminator III class, though they boast a best of 8.90 at 150 outside the class. Despite the wheelie bars, those numbers were recorded with airborne front tires. Somewhere in the Peckerheads’ 7-11 tenure, ownership was transferred to club member and driver Troy Moyle, but no other significant changes are planned. Says Moyle, “We might chase it a little harder, but we’ll keep it true to its roots.”

And so it was that the passions of an underground community of Santa Ana hot rodders gestated over a matter of decades to ultimately begat this “Son of” the 7-11 Altered coupe. And if history is any example, the Peckerheads’ coupe may well spawn a grandson or even great-grandson of the 7-11 to terrorize photographers and delight dragstrip railbirds in the years ahead. Let’s hope so.

Nothing profiles like a Model 40 (’33 and ’34) Ford. And the lines only improve in drag race livery. Sprinting-Greyhound-like front axle placement complements muscular rear haunches while visually balancing 112-inch wheelbase. Webber Graphics’ Peckerhead logo now joins Don Tippett’s 7-11 signage to unite past and present.

HR Deluxe readers with long memories may recall this photo from our Spring 2008 Comeback Issue and an “In Their Own Words” story with photographer Eric Rickman. We revisit it because it shows both of the Hart’s Texaco coupes sitting in the staging lanes at Santa Ana in 1957. The 712 Jr. (what would become the 7-11 coupe) is easy to spot in the lower left-hand corner; a close look at the center of the photo reveals a profile view of the 715 ’32 three-window. Its driver-side door is open so the numbers aren’t visible, but there’s no mistaking the body setback and distinctive hood sitting next to the car. (Photo courtesy Eric Rickman, Petersen Publishing Co. Archive)

Typical scene at Jack Hart’s Orange, California, Texaco station (circa 1956) revolves around Phil Turgeson’s 712 Jr. coupe, built in those very work bays. The station is still there and now sports three bays. (Photo courtesy Troy Moyle collection)

Santa Ana Drag Strip’s pit area often resembled a war-zone triage center, with sheetmetal flying, wrenches spinning, and curses shouted. 712 Jr. crewman Bob McClelland services the coupe between rounds amid the chaos. (Photo courtesy Troy Moyle collection)

Appearing decidedly ghostly while blasting through a Santa Ana fog, Phil Turgeson and the 712 Jr. hightail it to somewhere far past the finish line. (Photo courtesy Troy Moyle collection)

Lacking an engine, subsequent owner Ray Rucker pulled the stock 283-inch Chevy from his daily-driven ’57 sedan and treated it to machining and assembly at Jack Hart’s shop. The stock block was fortified primarily with factory Corvette parts. The Weiand 6×2 induction system worked surprisingly well with this combo. On its first run, the 1,800-pound 712 tripped the lights in 11.72 seconds at 114.10 mph. It quickly settled into the mid-11s at 120ish and broke B/Altered records at will. Note tow bar dangling from front and taillight/license plate combo out back. (Jerry Nodestein photo courtesy Drag News)

Bob McClelland and Phil Turgeson remove the distinctive one-piece aluminum nose at an unspecified strip. Forty-three years later, Mike Dowell would discover a one-piece aluminum ’34 nose at a California swap meet—painted orange—said to be from a local high school auto shop class. So far, no credible link to the original 712 Jr./7-11 has been verified, but it was a perfect fit. Consider the odds. (Photo courtesy Troy Moyle collection)

Drenched in fresh orange pigment, sans lettering, we find our hero in what is likely next owner Kent Singleton’s home garage in Modjeska Canyon (circa 1960). Halibrand and American Racing magnesium wheels replaced the painted steelies, updating the coupe to ’60s cool standards. (Photo courtesy Troy Moyle collection)

Many mainstream sports fans got their first look at drag racing in the April 1961 issue of Sports Illustrated magazine, thanks to Singleton blazing across the cover. SI captioned this image: “Souped up to 450 horsepower, this car accelerates to speed of 128 mph on the strip.” (Photo courtesy Troy Moyle collection)

By 1963, Santa Ana Hunters car club president Allan Zale (that’s the Zale family photobombing the shot) had assumed 7-11 ownership. At this 1964 clubhouse gathering, the Hunters club flaunt both the 7-11 coupe and the Chuck Jones-Wayne Reed-Chuck Mailliard-Jack Chrisman Magwinder. The coupe’s iconic aluminum radiator-shell insert has been replaced with a clear plastic version here, featuring the Hunters logo brushed on by Ed Roth (for free). Kent Singleton’s small-block Chevy is absent this day. Zale clarifies, “The engines were always out of the cars—being rebuilt.” Allan Zale recalls the Hunters ordering a “stout” Mickey Thompson small-block Chevy for the 7-11. The Bill “Rosy” Hroscikoski-built M/T Chevy proved its mettle by pulling the wheels and torque-steering Zale directly into Pomona’s Christmas tree on its initial shakedown pass. That mill’s prodigious torque promptly twisted the stock frame (despite a cross-braced 4-point roll bar), and was ultimately swapped for a slightly milder model. (Photo courtesy Al Zale)

In the 1990s, Jay Lockard took the last known photograph of the original 7-11, parked in his neighbor’s driveway. The owner was converting it to street duty. Note cooling and exhaust systems for the six-carbed Cadillac engine. Nose removal offers clear view of 3-inch channel job. Days after Lockard’s sighting, the coupe vanished. (Photo courtesy Troy Moyle collection)

In re-creating the coupe, Tiki Alverez performed the 6-inch chop exactly as Phil Turgeson’s 1956 procedure, then the body and rails were hauled to Comstock Fabrication, the scene of this initial mock-up. (Photo courtesy Mike Dowell)

Yours truly, test driving an early iteration of the reborn 7-11 at Woodburn Drag Strip in Oregon. The test concluded with author and race car harvesting beans in the field beyond the finish line at 136 mph. The test monkey was promptly excused from future driving duties. (Photo courtesy Scotty Gosson)

Veteran photographer Paul Sadler dangled from a boom at Famoso Raceway to capture this hazin’-the-hides-right-at-ya moment. You also get a glimpse of the louvered aluminum top insert by Jamie Ford at Custom Metal in Applegate, Oregon. Jack Hart’s racing customers suggested the shop’s signature heart-with-lightning bolt logo. The belled headers were recreated by Jeff Henry at Comstock Fabrication, using vintage photos as a blueprint. (Photo courtesy Paul Sadler)

Troy Moyle launches the 7-11 into the latest phase of its odyssey at Famoso Raceway. Previous owner Mike Dowell lightened the ’34 I-beam axle on his drill press and vividly recalls the process as “A pain in the ass!” But thanks to Dowell’s labors, the car’s nose is now so light that wheelie bars are required. (Photo courtesy Scotty Gosson)

The Peckerheads’ interior remodel entailed swapping the handbrake for a foot-operated model, adding just enough electronics to be competitive, and moving the former between-the-legs shifter to a more ergonomic location on the rollcage, next to the fuel shut-off and chute release. Peckerheads added a trans brake to Mike Dowell’s Powerglide. (Photo courtesy Paul Sadler)

The Peckerheads have kept the upstairs visuals mostly as Santa Ana horsepower wrangler Chet Herbert had arranged them for Dowell. So the Weiand intake manifold (a street unit, modified for racing with a Bill Comstock burst panel), Mike Kuhl 6-71 blower, Hilborn two-port injection, Vertex magneto, and GM factory iron heads were all retained. But the Peckerheads bombproofed the basement with a new 355-inch Dart block, loaded with an Erson solid roller cam (complemented with roller rockers and stud girdles), JE pistons (8.5:1 compression) on Eagle rods, and a forged GM crankshaft, a respectful salute to the OE-based “Texas Flatheads” built at Jack Hart’s gas station. Peckerheads also added radiator where previously there was none. (Photo courtesy Paul Sadler)

A braced 9-inch Ford housing loaded with 4.30 gears has replaced Dowell’s 3.78-geared Cyclone quick-change (though it never broke). Wheelie bars keep hang time to a minimum while still allowing for entertaining launches. Decklid ventilation happened after Dowell and Vaught era. (Photo courtesy Paul Sadler)

The “Hart’s Texaco—Texas Flatheads a Specialty” lettering magically transformed any entry into a perceived threat at the track. Webber Graphics lettered this gennie ’34 hood that replaced Dowell and Vaught’s 1-piece aluminum unit. (Photo courtesy Paul Sadler)

Jack Hart and the Santa Ana Phenomenon

According to local gearhead jesters, there was a stout percentage of nitromethane in the water that supplied life to Southern California’s Orange County—the Santa Ana area in particular. That secret ingredient apparently supplied extra inspiration to every hot rodder in town. Some drank more than others, but it seemed Jack Hart got more than his fair share of the stuff.

An advocate of disaffected local youth, Texaco station owner Hart focused his mentorship on area hot rodders, and Phil Turgeson in particular. Just as Turgeson was an exceptionally quick study with a wrench, so did Hart know a thing or two about quick. Adrenaline, testosterone, and gasoline weren’t the only juices flowing at the Texaco station. Hart (directly influenced by Dr. Dean Hill, a New Mexico State University chemistry professor, who would become NHRA’s “Resident Chemist”) was an early proponent of both nitro and hydrazine. He was also highly regarded for his cylinder head wizardry, machinist chops, and tireless support of area racers, via discounted parts and sage advice born of hard-won experience. (Hart himself ran not only the 715 coupe but also a fuel dragster out of the gas station.)

Every bit the well-spoken and tech-savvy representative that Wally Parks longed to lieutenant his National Hot Rod Association, Hart was initially hired as Advertising Director of the sanctioning body’s National Dragster, but soon oversaw the Safety Safari, was named Competition Director, and was ultimately crowned Executive Vice President and General Manager of the NHRA. He was employed by the NHRA from 1962 until his passing in 1977.

Just how cozy was the Santa Ana hot rod microcosm? Curt Vaught’s dad owned the Harlowe & Vaught Auto Parts store in Santa Ana. Curt worked the store counter while driving and crewing for fellow hometown retailers Chet Herbert & Zane Shubert, who were neighbors of Dowell and Singleton. Local racers considered Santa Ana Drag Strip operators C.J. “Pappy” and wife Peggy Hart to be the unofficial God Parents of Santa Ana. That title was cemented when Peg began driving her dragster from the house to the track and back. And it was Kent Singleton who pulled a rattled Jack Hart from the remains of his crashed dragster years later at Lions Drag Strip.

Originally built as a street car in 1956, the Charles McCandless-driven Caddy-powered five-window coupe ultimately raced out of Hart Automotive as the 715. The 1,825-pound entry was very competitive, until lighter import-bodied Altereds took over the class. At Santa Ana Drag Strip (note track manager C.J. Hart in his trademark hat above the Deuce’s radiator shell), the 715 accepts a challenge from class bullies Bader & Ferriera and their hot Crosley (also with Cadillac power under the cowl). (Pics: Greg Sharp/NHRA Motorsports Museum)

The 715 coupe eventually turned 138.46 mph in A/Altered with blown Hemi power. Drag News featured the Deuce in its March 1959 issue. (Pics: Greg Sharp/NHRA Motorsports Museum)

Jack Hart surveys the action at Indianapolis Raceway Park during a smoke break in the late ’60s. His panoramic vantage point of NHRA’s ascent to sanctioning body dominance must have been spectacular. (Pics: Greg Sharp/NHRA Motorsports Museum)

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