#HIT ME WITH HER CAR

[libertastandem]

[atomicami]

🪐 anon you’re sooo real for that I just want abby to throw me around like a rag doll and use me until she’s satisfied 😇😇

-🧸

no literally like who doesn’t want that??

yk that one tiktok audio where it goes like “she could abuse me, beat the dog shit outta me, cheat on me, hit me with her car…” that’s literally me letting abby do whatever she wants to me

[hanawsstuff]

Empress Be Rice

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[derpwithit]

Comic inspired by my favorite scene from 5 minutes older (timestuck AU)

[aethris-art]

I saw one of those "draw your comfort characters like this" posts on twitter, and decided to draw 3 dudes who all make me uncomfortable for different reasons. Original image under the cut

[cassandralexxx]

This is kind of a random thought but I think it’s interesting how skm is far more popular through its young adventurers edition than the adult format of the play. Like every post I see on this platform has both Tilly and Agnes as high schoolers. Even though  Agnes is still the older sister they are closer in age. It’s interesting because with this small of an age gap it’s a different kind of sadness in Tilly’s death. A certain devastation in that they were so close yet so far from one another, like there is the real possibility that they could have been friends.

The version of the play I watched was a college production. With this Tilly was more the Kid Sister than a Younger Sister like in the young adventurers version. Agnes was a teacher at the school as opposed to being a cheerleader. I think this leads to a different perspective on grief in the story.

I feel the young adventurers version mourns a past, where you’re grasping at a relationship of what could have been. “Why didn’t you tell me” it’s about the wishing for a part of the relationship that was possible if only life was different.

The Adult version of the play mourns the future. It is not just who they are now but your hopes of the future with them. That what if.

[karebear923]

Me before watching today’s episode of Peaceful Property: This story’s not gonna make me cry. It’s gonna be sad but like whatever.

Me watching it on my lunch break:

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Welcome back to another episode of “what accidental fandom reference made me cry today??”

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Random radio station: Andddddddd we’re back! It’s MIX FM Live, bringing you today’s hits! I’m Rob, and this is Joss, which is short for Jocelyn by the way—

Me, a Person of Interest fan: *sobs*

[babieswrld]

Another new Twister/Near Dark HC just dropped: Jo trying out typical vampire weaknesses to try and repel Severen because while the tornadoes haunt her days he's busy haunting her nights.

She tries the typical stuff: Garlic, silver jewelry, sprays him with holy water, and OBVIOUSLY hitting him with her car doesn't work the first time...or the second 🙄 The whole...consecrated ground thing she tries with some interesting results/consequences but I'm still writing that one hehehe It hits a point where the crew keeps a running list of what they've tried. But FEAR NOT SHE IS A WOMAN OF SCIENCE AND SHE WILL FIGURE OUT SOMETHING!!!

Meanwhile it's the cutest thing ever to Severen and he's just having a great time letting her attempt all these things because watching her struggle is endlessly amusing and equally endearing

Severen: Soooo...what you're REALLY saying is that you're always thinking of me 👀 ❤️

[millipedefarmer]

This is Crouton btw. She is a cat-faced spider. & also my friend

[cantarella]

imagine you have to pretend for centuries to be something you're not, pretend to be a god, thousands of lives depend on nobody finding out, and bc you were never taught how to be an adult or how to conduct yourself like a leader and guide a nation you rely somewhat heavily on this guy bc he's clearly more competent at it than you, who barely knows how to talk to others like someone in your position should

distantly you know he's isolated and lonely just like you, but you can't tell him that you understand bc you can't reveal yourself to anyone or it'll all fall apart. distantly you know you could help each other, that he could make this more bearable for you if only bc he would Know, but you can't bc he can't know and bc he can't know he thinks you're one of the deities he resents and you think he might even hate you

and maybe you started to resent him a bit too bc back then he couldn't see through you as he didn't know enough about humans nor gods, but he's catching up and it makes all this even harder since he's known you for so long. you can't tell him but you still rely on him bc you're out of your depth in this position you've been given without guidance, and you don't know if you can handle it alone, he's always been there after all. even if he might hate you and you resent him but not really and he can't know he's still there

and when it's all over and you can let go you run as fast as you can bc the memories hurt too much, you can't stay there you need to leave. and you think he's probably relieved you're finally out of his way, an eyesore reminding him of what his kind has lost, of the hubris of the gods he hates, and who couldn't even be useful half the time. not knowing he's just glad you're finally free

[orcelito]

Guess who's the proud new owner of a Mazda :]

My first car !!!!

[absolutelyzoned]

i NEED to yap about personal shit i gotta get it out there somewhere

[lighthouseas]

when i drive there should be no cars on the road. they should all spontaneously evaporate so that i will not panic and cry and hit them

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[vitalphenomena]

@hypocratic asked for: celebration kiss

MARGOT WASN'T EXAGGERATING ABOUT THE FEELING. She has the perception that she really could do anything in the moments during and after a victory.

It gets to her, this time. Maybe it's because she went on one of her first ever dates (real or not real, genuine article or not—it certainly felt most approximate to a date). Maybe it's because her second-to-last opponent made such a brilliant move with his surviving rook that it caused Margot's stomach to drop—and she still fucking indisputably won. It doesn't matter.

She fidgets with her medal during the photographs and hand-shaking. She focuses on nothing but the feeling, forcing it to remain.

And finally, she's able to approach Dr. Chilton while he rises from the "closing ceremony" audience and adjusts his blazer.

Instead of I'm not surprised you weren't on stage with me or Nobody got anything over me ever again or Are you proud of me?, it's:

"Walk me to my car. Okay?"

She's still adjusting to walking side-by-side with him—realizes there's usually some imbalance between them that she doesn't want to maintain as she matches his stride. Shorter, smaller steps. Lighter falls of her feet. Her, side-eying him, unwaveringly.

He's on the side closest to her car (too nice for a twenty-something to have afforded without mommy and daddy's money), and she doesn't change this as she takes out her keys to unlock the vehicle. But she does do something in rare form: ramble nervously.

"I could have had champagne and vodka at lunch and still won, you know. The finale wasn't as difficult as it should have been—sometimes, these people make me start to believe in dumb luck. But that will always lose to skill, I think."

She attempts to gauge his reaction. Are you proud of me? Are you proud of me? Are you proud of me?

In their consistent dance of close-but-not-too-close, taunting each other, he's come close to leaning against the side of her car—but won't dare dirty his suit by actually pressing against the windows, slightly dull from dirt.

Margot, meanwhile, boldly puts her hand against the panel above the window. He hasn't answered the question yet. She hasn't asked. Still, she demands a reward.

Blissfully aware of the medal's weight around her neck, she leans forward, bronze metal bouncing against his chest as her lips brush against his. She's more hesitant than she would like, less exploratory than her confidence would usually compel, but that's just because she's never before kissed a man of his stature, of his intelligence, with his stubble and intoxicating mouth.

She pulls away like it was nothing. Like her arm isn't shaking.

"Thanks for lunch. Maybe next time, you'll let me treat you."