#Christine car
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hearmeoutworthypoll · 2 months ago
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christine from christine (1983). beautiful car & theres also a possession thing happening and she kills people but its FINE
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A 1958 Plymouth Fury. Possibly evil from its creation or possessed by the original owners who died in it, maybe also absorbs souls of its victims.
Possessive of its owner and makes the them obsessed in return like a toxic relationship. Kills anyone who threatens Christine or the owner. Regenerative powers
Reminder, the premise is “would a normie think it’s weird to find them attractive?” (Would they have to “hear me out?”)
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its-godzilla-baby · 1 month ago
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Watch what you say about my car, she’s real sensitive.
God I love Christine with all my heart. I spent like 10 hours on this pls validate me lmfao
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callistos-posts · 4 months ago
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obtuse-goose · 1 month ago
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Trans girl whose name is Christine and wants to be called she/her in the way you'd refer to a car
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pi-roach · 2 years ago
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ME WHEN CHRISTINE ITS THE BEST MOVIE AGAGSUHSHSJSHS
I love this movie so much it’s just it’s the best thing you can’t fix this because there’s nothing wrong it’s so perfect
so your telling me
I can watch a movie about a guy falling in love with an immortal eternally living red car that tries to kill his best friend and his girlfriend after the guy who sold it to them literally warned them?
its
oh my god it’s so good
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THE CHARACTER DESIGNS, the secret queer coding that only I seem to notice, THE REVEAL AT THE END??? ITS JUST PERFECt
The characters actors do it SO well and the movie is supposed to be horror but it’s unironically very very funny, ITS JUST PERFECT
God damn it guys I think Christine possessed me too because Jesus Christ this movie is such a stim topic for me
It’s so good and just all the twists and I agaggdhehfghfhfgsggaa
It’s one of those “it’s so bad it’s fucking amazing”
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thecatgirl-luvmyrocky · 1 year ago
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Did Anyone Else See This?
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I was on my goggle on my phone when this popped up. Question is this real? If so I kinda wonder if it will be good or bad the original was good of course but still idk.
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queen-ch3rry · 3 months ago
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new banner for my other social accounts! (Twitter (queen_ch3rry), FurAffinity (OneiraEquinox) I'm so proud of how it turned out! Finally got my girl and my favorite 1950s car together 🩷
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talesfromthecrypts · 1 year ago
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Christine (1983) dir. John Carpenter
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caleod · 1 month ago
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23-10-24 "Rust"
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your-unfriendlyghost · 2 months ago
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“Christine”
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So I recently read the Stephen King book “Christine”- y’know, the one about the evil haunted car- and because Outsiders still has me in a chokehold I had to redraw the movie poster but with them lol. (Think of it as early Halloween art idk)
I mean c’mon it makes sense- Steve is a car-loving kinda-reserved guy with a more-popular-and-attractive best friend like Arnie Cunningham. Soda’s a well-liked popular guy who still loves his best friend more than anyone like Dennis Guilder. Evie, or my version of Evie at least, is a tough but sensitive girl who’d want to save her boyfriend from a possessed car like Leigh Cabot…
Original poster + alt version w/ all the textures I like to add usually:
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bigboppa01 · 11 months ago
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the-mighty-python · 4 months ago
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Christine and her namesake!
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starry-bi-sky · 2 months ago
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What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.
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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 
Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 
Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 
Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 
Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  
She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 
Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 
Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 
The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 
Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.
“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.
“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 
‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.
Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 
“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.
“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”
Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 
Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 
Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 
Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 
Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 
There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 
“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 
When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.
#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc#cw gun#cw gun mention#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpxdc au#dp x dc au#martha knight au#female danny fenton#fem danny fenton#danny is martha wayne au#got a little something something written for this au. the dichotomy of the happy memory and the fact that she's being taught this to shoot#ghosts. the innocence of a child and the reality of the situation :]. as well as danny's steadily disillusion from her parents as she grows#fun fact! this memory is based off one of my own when my dad was teaching us how to shoot so we could (eventually) go hunting with him.#i was around danny's age i think. a little bit younger maybe. so a lot of this stuff -- like Maddie helping her hold it up and them#wearing earmuffs and Danny immediately getting the gun taken away after she shoots and danny herself backing up are all based off#what i could remember. albeit the only difference here is Alicia holding the gun and Jack and Jazz standing behind Danny. in my own memorie#iirc we were all supposed to stand inside when it wasnt our turn. but we also didnt have enough earmuffs for everyone to stand outside.#slaps danny's head like the roof of a car: you can fit SO much trauma in this kid. enjoy her joy while it lasts :]#smth smth the idea that the fenton parents weren't bad at first but instead became a steady decline once they got into building the portal#smth about how danny knows somewhere that they could improve because they were good before. but they aren't and she wonders#who they love more: their daughters. or ghosts? (the answer is their daughters but danny finds this out in a way she doesnt expect)#that beginning song lyric is from “after all” by christine ebersole btw. its danny's theme song for the au.#i thank god every day for being a daycare teacher because the word 'daddy' has been CLEANSED for mEEEEEEEEEEE
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ashyslashyy · 11 months ago
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a story in three parts
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postfuturistikarcturus · 1 month ago
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What if they were friends and caused mayhem on the road together?
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thecatgirl-luvmyrocky · 1 year ago
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Update on “The Car and Christine” Human design feels good I forgot to give belt chain to Christine but other then that they are good. ❤️🥰
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