#Reckless Driving

[noirsnonsense]

reckless driver: james, pandora, barty, sybill, marlene, sirius, mary careful driver: lily, regulus, evan, peter, dorcas, remus,

[neighbourscat]

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 , grind by cochise

his car sat purring at the curb outside the diner, gleaming under the streetlights. the soft hum of the engine was the only sound besides the faint murmur of the city in the distance. nicholas was leaning against the driver’s side door, music low, nodding slightly to the beat that he could hear.

you came out of the diner, your silhouette framed by the neon sign above the door, your smile wide and easy. you are something else .. he told himself. nicholas had watched you for weeks, waiting for the right moment to ask you out, always a little too caught up in his world of fast cars and faster escapes. but now, here you were, walking toward him like you’d always belonged in his orbit, your steps light, your eyes shining under the streetlights.

“no’way you drive this . .. .” nicholas smiled that half-smile of his and nodded toward the car. you glanced at it again, a sleek, black machine that looked like it was made for speed. “who’d you steal this from?” you asked, a teasing edge to your voice, as if you weren’t sure a guy like him — quiet, unassuming — could handle something this powerful.

“hop in,” he hummed, opening the passenger door for you. his voice was calm, almost casual, but inside, his heart was pounding. this was the part he was good at — the driving. talking? not so much. but behind the wheel, he came alive.

you slid into the seat, running your fingers over the smooth leather, your eyes darting over the dashboard like you were trying to figure out what kind of night you’d agreed to. nicholas slipped into the driver’s seat, connected his phone to the aux, and hit play. the song started slow, a low and pulsing beat, syncing perfectly with the rhythm of his heart.

without a word, he eased the car into gear and pulled away from the curb. at first ( like the music ), it was slow, casual, like any normal drive, the city lights flickering past in a blur of gold and white. you leaned back in your seat, one hand out the window, catching the breeze as it rushed by. you looked over at him, your lips curved into a smile, but there was curiosity in your eyes . .. . like something more had been on his mind. you almost spoke .. but you were too late —

— with a flick of his wrist, nicholas pushed the car into overdrive!

the engine roared to life, the tires squealing against the pavement as the vehicle shot forward; the city fading into a messy, hazy streak of neon lights and asphalt that made your eyes hurt. immediately and for your own safety, you grabbed the edge of your seat. nicholas didn’t say anything, just let the now-blasting music guide him — every twist of the wheel, every shift of the gears, every tap of the brakes synced perfectly to the rhythm.

you sat completely stiff, her fingers curled tightly around the seat. your breath came quick, eyes impossibly wide and locked on the road ahead; his foot pressed on the gas . .. . harder than his foot should have. you saw the way his eyes focused, keen and distant, like the car was the only thing that mattered .. . “nicholas?!” you had to shout over his music.

nicholas didn’t speak. he never did when he drove, not like this. his world shrank to the size of the road, to the hum of the engine, the feel of the car’s tires gripping the asphalt as he flew through the city. his foot pushed against the gas even harder, and you both surged forward, weaving through the lanes like the road belonged to him.

your heart pounded in your chest, faster with every second that the car picked up speed. you wanted to say something — wanted to tell him to slow down, to stop; taking the road signs as suggestions — but the words caught in your throat. all you could do was clutch the edge of your seat more, your gold rings digging into the skin of your fingers, your pulse thundering in your ears as the world turned into a blur.

the car dove into a sharp turn without warning, and you were thrown sideways, your body jolting against the door. your breath hitched, fear rising like bile in the back of your throat. nicholas didn’t seem to notice, his eyes never leaving the road, the expression on his face unreadable, calm. too calm .. way too calm for your liking.

the tires squealed as he swerved around another corner, the back end of the car skidding just long enough for you to feel it — the brief moment where the car lost control before nicholas corrected it, spinning the wheel with practiced ease. the force of the turn pushed you back against the seat, your heart hammering as you braced yourself, gripping anything you could hold on to.

you glanced at him, your eyes searching his face, but there was no fear there. only focus. the road stretched out and he was locked into it, every movement smooth, precise. but to you, it felt absolutely reckless — fucking dangerous. the way he pushed the car, daring the speed to catch up. the wind rushed in through the open windows, hard and cold, whipping your summer-mermaid braids into your face. your body tightened, each breath shallow, your anxiety building with every swerve, every time the speedometer ticked higher.

nicholas didn’t flinch, didn’t blink as he cut across lanes. he drove like the night was a race he was determined to win, like there was no stopping until he had conquered the road beneath him. the music roared in his ears, keeping time with the pulse of the engine, drowning out the world ( and your complaints and pleas ).

another sharp turn, and the car fishtailed before straightening out, your body jerking violently to the side. this time, a small gasp escaped you, your hand flying to the door as if it could anchor you to something solid. you didn’t look at him now — you couldn’t. all you could do was watch the road, praying that the next corner wouldn’t be the last, that the car wouldn’t lose control completely.

but for nicholas, this was like breathing. the rush, the thrill of being perfectly in tune with the machine. he felt the bumps of the road, the way the car responded to his every move, the thrill of knowing he could push it harder, faster. “fuck!” you cried out. nicholas could feel the tension radiating off you, sensed the way your breath hitched with every acceleration, but he didn’t slow down. he couldn’t. this was where he belonged — at the very edge, where speed and danger blurred into something exhilarating.

death, you couldn’t help but think.

the tires screeched again as nicholas took a corner too fast, the car spinning; you felt the ground slip away. your heart actually leapt into your throat, your nails dug into the leather of the seat as you braced for the impact that never came. he pulled the car back under control with a flick of the wrist, his face still calm, his focus never wavering.

all you could do was hold on, your mind racing with only one word: DEATH. the fear and idea of DEATH was freezing cold in your veins now, sinking deeper with every second that his car sped forward.

finally, after what felt like an eternity of heart-stopping turns and breakneck speed, nicholas eased off the gas. the engine’s roar softened, and the car slowed as he approached an open stretch of road. the adrenaline still surged through you, your body trembling, your fingers aching from holding on so tightly.

nicholas blinked over at you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since he fastened his seatbelt. he twisted the dial of his radio backward, but didn’t speak. he didn’t need to ( though he needed to ), the look on your face told him everything; and how your braids were all over.

the car rolled to a final stop at the side of the road, the engine idling softly now, the night settling back in around like it had been holding its breath. you sat there, your chest rising and falling, your hands still clutching the seat, your eyes wide and filled with something between ( little ) awe and fear.

nicholas looked back at the road, his hands resting lightly on the wheel. “i .. can explain,” he spoke then, low and surprisingly gentle, apologetically.

“now.”

[fixations-go-crazy]

james "would you hold me when we crash or would you let me go?" potter and regulus "one day it will kill us if i don't let go" black.

[ravenoclock]

Regulus ‘I’m a careful driver’ Black

James ‘im a reckless driver’ Potter

[pokecheckhooking]

the drunk driving made it worse but it was the AGGRESSIVE RECKLESS driving that was fatal - passing at speed on the right because he thought the car in front was trying to prevent him passing?? macho road rage bullshit that people do stone fucking sober every god damned day, the way you can risk your life and those of everyone around you to shave 11 seconds off your drive time or be the first fucking idiot to reach the god damned red light anyway

almost certain this sack of shit drove like that, drunk or sober - this wasn't a veered off the road or lost control drunk driving thing, more like typical American shitheaded entitled driving made worse by booze

what a stupid fucking pointless wasteful reason for two human beings to be killed and their friends and families' lives to be shattered

RIP Johnny and Matthew Gaudreau

[bizzwizzproductions]

Gamzee teaching his best buddy how to drive.

(Based on a true story)

[sadiecoocoo]

Reckless Driving is very Anidala or Rexwalker or really any Anakin ship ever

[reisingstarz]

“Eat my dust, sidekick”

I’ve been listening to reckless driving by Lizzy McAlpine ft. Ben Kessler on repeat as of late and couldn’t get this dynamic out of my head.

IT’S THEM!!!!

[thatsmybook]

This part of this song, this ship, it's a perfect match! An excellent edit by Multifandom on tiktok.

Simon is always looking ahead at their relationship and is careful about what lies before them. Wille is reckless and lives for their relationship here and now. He can't look at the bigger picture when all his focus is on wanting Simon.

Season one, Simon tells Wille that he only thinks about their relationship on his own terms. He needs to figure out what he wants on his own. Take as long as he needs, and Simon respects his journey.

Impulsive Wille doesn't do that work until the last episode of the show when he grows to understand what Simon has been saying all along. He finally knows what he wants and is able to tell his parents calmly.

The end of the show is just the beginning of Wille getting to have the courage of his convictions and know himself. His conversation about his role as Crown Prince has only just begun. It's not a complete conversation with his mum by the end of the show. She's let him say his piece and seems to have heard him. She only says to "Let him go". The hidden "for now" is implied, in my opinion.

I don't even think that Simon thinks it will be the end of their fight with the Royal Court. But now they will both be driving down the road together with their eyes on the road ahead and finally on the same page.

[friendlessghoul]

Buster Keaton Arrested for Driving Recklessly Charged with speeding through a traffic signal at sixty miles an hour then going up to seventy miles an hour past a school zone, Buster Keaton, frozen-faced screen comedian, was arrested for reckless driving today.

-Chicago Tribune February 22, 1936

[think-like-a-poet]

'Reckless drivig' by lizzy McAlpine is so LESTAPPEN.

[formulaheart]

"You're a rotten driver," I protested. "Either you ought to be more careful or you oughtn't to drive at all."

"I am careful."

"No, you're not."

"Well other people are," she said lightly.

"What's that got to do with it?"

"They'll keep out of my way," she insisted. "It takes two to make an accident."

"Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself."

"I hope I never will," she answered "I hate careless people. That's why I like you."

This conversation takes place somewhere near the middle of the book and the start of Nick and Jordan's relationship. Noting the events of the book, we already know that most everyone in it is quite literally a reckless driver. That being said, Jordan and Nick aren't being entirely literal while having that conversation.

Jordan knows she's a reckless person. She lies, cheats, and is all around dishonest to get what she wants in a system that favors men. She doesn't acknowledge this as a problem as long as she's gaming it right, with the right people (who won't see through her). She gets what she wants, she wins. But she's reckless.

Gatsby has one goal in mind: Daisy will love him. He has an unhealthy obsession with the idea of wealth, prosperity and success that he's attached to Daisy., and thinks of nothing else. He seems generous (and is generous) but not for the sake of others, he's being generous for the sake of his name getting around to his lover, and in the long run he turns out to be only thinking of himself the whole time. Even sacrificing himself for Daisy, only to make her love him the most. One track minds are too preoccupied to be anything but reckless.

Tom clearly doesn't value anyone who surrounds him. Incredibly sexist, racist and unaware of basic human rights or any kind of marital loyalty. I can honestly say that he has almost no redeeming qualities. Thoughtlessly stepping on people in his attempt to be the most intimidating man at the top of every food chain., his way is law to the point of borderline narcissism. Aggressive drivers are reckless.

Daisy is the victim of this circumstance if it's anybody. She had everything handed to her on a silver platter, but she was raised in a way to think she's only worth the equivalent of the men she's surrounded herself with, that she's nothing but a pretty fool, so that is what she'll be. She has to focus only on herself to stay afloat. But fools are reckless too.

And finally Nick, for all his claims to be careful and honest. He manages to get himself involved in and and every kind of shady activity going on without once interjecting that maybe this should not be happening. His idea of himself is being a great judge of character and always truthful, is caught up in the fact that he doesn't do anything to affect the people around him to do better, he just watches them crash and burn around him being naive enough to think it had nothing to do with him. Reckless.

Anyways, all of this to say, The Great Gatsby is a study on the idea of the American dream. But it's also just a book about a bunch of self absorbed people. People too busy to trying to figure out how to manipulate their surroundings, to get what they want out of them, to notice anybody else. Everyone is driving around on their own paths, headlights off, not paying attention to the road, until they collide.

As the book is closing up, after reckless driving has killed more than just one person, Jordan and Nick have one last conversation.

"Oh and do you remember-" she added "-a conversation we had once about driving a car."

"Why,- not exactly."

"You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I?"

[ciitedexcerpt]

I didn't mean to kiss you. I mean I did, but I didn't think it'd go this far.

[cryenaa-blog]

The go kart episode

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

Never not gonna recommend "Nothing / Sad N Stuff" as a Rayllum song. Dragons made me listen to Lizzy McAlpine's "reckless driving" and now I'm hooked. So. Blame them.

[blackedmercedes]