#I love all these vehicles

[tvsnationalgeosapphic]

I am in a sexual relationship with all cars manufactured prior to 1980.

[nipuni]

Photos from the event for the 40th anniversary of the historical Strawberry Train! 🚂 I have a million pictures from this day so expect more! [Part 2] [Part 3]

[starbuck]

john darnielle will say “no you don’t understand guys, this line was SO bad, it’s literally the worst thing ever i couldn’t even release the song because it was so awful and i couldn’t fix it,” and then the line will be “I've got a Kenmore single-room window unit air conditioner.”

[swan2swan]

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous

Running Gag: Yaz Crashes the Car

It's a scientific fact that if you put Yaz in control of a wheeled vehicle, eventually, you will no longer have a vehicle. It may be deliberate, it may be the fault of the vehicle, she may not even be in the driver's seat, but if any insurance company were to find out, her premiums will be through the roof.

[kacievvbbbb]

I need someone that believes in magic to get ahold of Batman again. He is an overly serious man that runs around in an admitted bat suit fighting a gimmick rouge gallery. And he is doing it because he sincerely believes in a better tomorrow and somewhere along the way we have lost the plot. Batman wasn’t created to punish the guilty that is actually completely antithetical to his beliefs he is not the fucking punisher.

Batman just like wonder woman and Superman primarily wants to save people! sure he doesn’t do it in a sunny way but that is still what drives him. Hell he even goes a step further and actually builds a case he’s not just waiting for criminals to commit the crime he is shutting down smuggling and trafficking rings foiling plots he is a detective! For Christs sake it’s what made him so unique and fun as a superhero.

Also His desire to save people is literally what compels him to adopt Dick, Jason, Stephanie. Cass because he wanted to give these kids a chance, to save them in ways 8year old him wasn’t. Someone who just wants to punish the guilty wouldn’t do that, And now they have turned him into a borderline physically and emotionally abusive absentee parent all in the name of making him an edge lord. Where is the heart! Where is the fucking heart in it all! Where are the kids and the bright colors and the zaniness. Let Batman and Gotham be FANTASTICAL! I’m tired of the greys and the browns.

I’m tired of “grounding a story” meaning sucking all the joy and color out if it. Also superhero stories don’t need to be grounded in your fucking abysmal reality they are literally superheroes they exist outside of reality, let them!

A story does not have to be joyless to have depth and it does not have to be nihilist to be compelling.

I am sick and I am tired of it. 😔

[vulptalia]

requesting america in a cessna....or america and canada playing hockey :)

They're not exactly playing hockey but they got their cute uniforms on.

[autisticrosewilson]

So do you guys actually think that Jason's entire story, relationship to the others, and philosophy amounts to him being a rebellious teen who wants his dad's attention? Like are you 100% serious? I thought you were joking about that but too many of you are saying it with your whole chest.

And what the fuck is this "Bruce antagonizing Jason is fanon!" Shit I've been seeing? You guys are aware that a parent can love their kid and still be a shit parent right? I know you guys don't want to fathom the thought that maybe your blorbo might also occasionally have to face responsibility for consistently endangering children but let's not start being delusional now.

Bruce does love his kids, that doesn't mean that he hasn't hurt them. And I'd also argue that for the most part he feels in the right for it, and he's said multiple times that he believes it's for their own good, so you can't even argue that he's sorry about it. It's okay for you guys to admit that your PERSONAL INTERPRETATION of the character wouldn't do that but don't sit here and pretend that it's not a facet of the source.

[telesodalite]

I love the idea that, whenever a Cybertronian space-faring vessel lands or docks within a predominantly non-Cybertronian space station or port, that it's required that they either confirm or deny whether their vessel is sentient or not before being permitted to land.

1. For proper accommodation and clarification, along with the chance for communication between the vessel and crews working the station/port.

2. Because there has been... incidents... incidents that have led to the requirement of the above reasons.

[funsizedcrow]

Linktober day 20: Mask

The yiga are so fun to draw. Glory to Master Kohga!

[fatedroses]

One single fancy man gets home and wonders why his allies are still awake so goddamn late.

[dreadfuldevotee]

unironically kinda fun how much iwtv for me has been about doing and saying all the fun stuff I was, for various reasons, too shamed to do in other fandoms

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[ifyougiveuptoday]

Humanized PPAA - Dance Party

Being an aerial firefighter means you’re often away from home for months at a time. Being away from home for months at a time means you find ways to occupy yourself during downtime.

It’s usually Dipper and the Smokejumpers that get the party started in the evenings. Patch serves as the local DJ with whatever records, cassettes, and CDs that the base has handy- a lot of them are from Windlifter and Cabbie’s collections that’ve been added to what she and Maru call the Music Hoard in the tower.

They usually take place outside or sometimes in one of the hangars if weather isn’t allowing.

Drip and Blackout are the type to engage in dance battles, and Drip is a damn good breakdancer (for the most part). Blackout tries his best… he can’t always remember what arm or leg goes where, but it’s all in good fun. They get really competitive with it.

Dynamite and Windlifter have the best rhythm out of everyone on base. Dynamite isn’t always dancing, she’s generally content to watch, but Dipper always gets her on the floor somehow.

Actually, Dipper is pretty much responsible for getting everyone on the floor- even the old men. Her energy is contagious and infinite! She also took swing lessons in her 20s as a hobby. She has muscle, she has power, and she has good vibes!

Windlifter isn’t actually that much of a tough nut to crack- he’ll raise a brow at her, but once he’s in the zone he’s pretty content to be there with everyone, and it’s a sight to see. Light As A Feather, or whatever Redbone has to say… Dipper’s game! Show us what you’ve got, Wind! He’s the second most encouraging force on the dance floor. Even Pinecone will mosey on over to watch if he’s out there. He’ll always tell you when you dance well.

Sometimes his infamous lodge sunglasses are involved, because everyone gets a kick out of them. Maru just smiles at him.

Cabbie says no to Dipper for the umpteenth time. Dipper asks Cabbie for the umpteenth^2 time. Patch puts on Stagger Lee or Blue Suede Shoes and suddenly he’s convinced. Grandpa can rock n’ roll. He’ll stay in the zone and get passed around by the Smokejumpers who are just so excited to have him on the floor.

Well, it beats having to sit through another CHoPs marathon.

Cabbie and Dipper also put on a mean show dancing swing.

Drip makes a comment about “Wow! Cabbie, I didn’t know you were cool!” and he rolls his eyes and decides to sit down again because allegedly, his back is suddenly killing him… Sometimes Windlifter can keep him in the game for a little bit longer if there’s a good song going.

Or, if he sneaks up on him. For someone so tall, he’s shockingly good at that. Surprise! You owe your friend a dance, actually.

Sneaky bastard.

Avalanche, bless his heart, has a tendency to step on feet. Blackout is the epitome of forgive and forget. Dance team made in… Heaven? It was certainly made somewhere. As far as anyone is concerned, Piston Peak is their heaven.

Maru generally stays on the sidelines towards the beginning. He’ll join Patch as disk jockey or let her take a break to engage in the festivities herself.

Somehow Maru has been teleported to the floor. Oh, hey, Wind! Looks like I’m needed… over there! Over there, yeah, I’ll just get going-

Hm. Are you sure?

Ah. …Well, geez, who am I to say no to a good time?

Patch and Dynamite will sometimes pair off with Pinecone to keep her from thinking about the wedding dance she was supposed to have. Dipper usually joins them. Girls support girls!

Pinecone thinks about the wedding dance she was supposed to have either way. But it’s better to be thrown around the floor by her best friends than to sit alone, she figures.

Cabbie gets up again.

There’s that father-daughter dance that she was supposed to have, too.

Everyone claps for her. Blackout, Drip, and Avalanche all cheered for her during her time on the floor. Maru squeezes her shoulder, and Windlifter tells her that she danced well. Dynamite stays by her side.

There’s an obligatory AC/DC top hits mini marathon, also courtesy of Windlifter’s personal collection. Dynamite specifically is guaranteed there for that one, but generally everyone pairs off with someone and they’ll pass each other around for a little while.

The night usually ends with Dipper giving everyone a hug and squeezing the remaining life out of them (the rest was spent on dancing). Everyone retires with a goodnight, and a spoken-or-unspoken I love you.

Drip shouts that they should totally do karaoke next time, too.

Blade is always suspiciously absent from these events, but always watching. He sits alone. He hasn’t danced since CHoPs.

Allegedly.

Maru and Windlifter both know that’s bullshit, but they also both know that the spotlight isn’t necessarily his favorite place to be. Maru will rib him later when the party is over for being a stick in the mud, though. There is no method more persuasive than a crusty little mechanic slugging you in the elbow and being kind of annoying.

Except for Windlifter. He just stares at Blade with his arms folded until he gives in.

Blade prefers to slow dance, these days.

He takes their hands, and they’re warm.

[erumai-maadu]

Sakura comes home after the second stage of the chunin exams with her hair short and her face set with grim determination to be stronger.

Her mother is distraught, eyes the choppy bob critically, before letting it go and telling her that it'll grow back quickly. She's young, after all, and her hair has always grown quickly.

But Sakura keeps trimming it, never letting it grow back out to the length that she was so proud of before. She feels freer without it, somehow. Her head is lighter, no longer pulled down by the weight of thick hair and people’s expectations.

It doesn't matter any more when people eye her bruised knuckles, the scars scattered on her body, the eyebags from long shifts at the hospital.

Short hair is more practical for a shinobi, after all. At least, that's what she tells her mother. They've never met the Hyuuga, so it doesn't matter if it isn't necessarily true.

Besides, Sakura isn't Neji, with his impenetrable defenses. She's a brawler with fists that punch through rock and shatter bones, and she cannot afford for someone to grab the hair that would whip around in the devastating blasts left in her wake.

Sometimes, she can still feel the Sound shinobi's hand in her hair, the burning pain in her scalp. Lee and Naruto unconscious on the ground and her weak, useless body trembling in fear.

Other nights, she feels the cold wind, a gentle pinch and a murmured "thank you" on the back of her neck. She sees Naruto's wide smile, a promise to bring him back to her, back to the village. Naruto and Sasuke with their backs to her, always in front, always walking away, leaving her behind.

Sakura trains with a savage ferocity that few can match. She needs to be better, always moving forward, so that some day, she can overtake Naruto and Sasuke.

There are times that she wakes up with a scream caught in her throat, hand reaching for a kunai pouch that isn't there. She gets up and sneaks out, runs to the mountains behind Hokage rock and pummels the rocks until her fists are bloody and her fears are assuaged. The weak little girl died in the Forest of Death, cut out of her along with the long pink locks she discarded.

The weight that was holding her back is gone. She will not be left behind. Never again.

[anthyies]

[itshomobirb]

they should let me explode things with my mind. for enrichment.