#Toyota Flower Car

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Toyota Corolla Rumion Hana Sha, 2016. Presented at the Tokyo Auto Salon 8 years ago, a flower covered hatchback wedding car (hana = flower in Japanese) with a decorative tulle on the hood. The Corolla Rumion was the Japanese version of the Scion xB. The Hana Sha has no rear doors to ease entry and exit of the bride

[mars101]

❝Someone To Call My Lover❞

! ! someone's a little nervous in his funky car as he waits for you to come out for your date

-> pairing: bf!jungwon x gn!reader

-> genre: fluff, established relationship

-> warnings: no mentions of reader's gender btw, ur just jaw dropping to jw, you take a while to get ready apparently, jw calls reader 'baby'

-> word count: 0.4k

-> song inspo: "Someone To Call My Lover" - Janet Jackson

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“Maybe we'll meet at a bar, he'll drive a funky car.”

In the driver's seat of the old Toyota Corolla in front of your apartment sat Jungwon. His overhead mirror out as he hums while fixing his hair for the third time.

His eyes glance over to the bouquet of flowers sitting buckled in the passenger seat. It’s the fourth time his mind is rethinking the color arrangement of the flowers, wondering if it actually does match the color scheme you two agreed to wear for your date.

The music playing through the aux now goes through one ear and out the other as his heart starts to pound against his chest as he sees it's been five minutes since he arrived outside your apartment.

“You're not getting stood up. You're not getting stood up. You're not—” Jungwon mumbles to himself in the mirror as he fixes his unmessy hair again. He cuts himself off as he sees you at the corner of his eye getting out through the main doors.

His hands hurry to slam up the overhead mirror, rest one arm on the window next to him, and rest his right hand on the steering wheel.

With the lack of tinted windows, you see him perfectly and giggle as you knock on the passenger window.

“Are you my Uber driver?” You say as he lowers the window with a wide smile he can't hide.

“I don't know, is your driver's name ‘yang super duper cute and kind and sweet also handsome jungwon’?” It's his middle name, you know.”

Your lips are pressed together to keep your smile from showing as Jungwon hands you the bouquet of flowers as you enter his car. “I didn't know my boyfriend had a middle name.”

“Boyfriend?? I'm your driver—” He's cut off again as you plant a small kiss on his lips. “Baby, this is so unprofessional—” Jungwon's the one connecting his lips to your own now.

He keeps on pressing his soft lips all over your face, making smiles grow on both of your faces. “Aw baby, you can't keep kissing me it's not right—” Jungwon's words cause you to giggle before you decide to plant one final kiss to his lips.

“He'll tell me I'm the one, and we'll have so much fun.”

mars talks: me when i get sudden urge to write AND remember that im also an enha writer 😓 guys do not work at ALL, feet hurts and mind hurts. i do not recommend.

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☆★☆: perm taglist: @sanasour, @loonaluvz, @boomhoon

★☆★: network/s: @kflixnet

[k4lenz]

i loved you first ✮ chapter 1 - “that’s just the way life goes”

(ted nivison x fem!reader)

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a/n: i’ve been listening to the song 'i love you, i'm sorry' on repeat, and something hit me really hard about it. so i decided to write an angst fic very much loosely based on the lyrics! childhood best friend!ted that you used to do everything with. i was crashing out hard while writing this, can you tell?? anyway enjoy chapter 1 ahhhhh ALSO I KNOW THIS IS ANGST I SWEAR CHAPTER 2 ITLL GET BETTER IM SORRY but also chapter 2 is gonna be more of this song coded oops. idk if i love this but i hope u guys do :)

playlist: click right here bb

notes: angst, fluff, dating, growing up together, YEARNING, underage drinking, dating, drugs, coming of age, highschool, university, that damn Toyota Tacoma, lunch club + SMPlive mentions, parents mentioned

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2008. Your parents moved into his hometown in Massachusetts when you were just shy of 10, and became friends with his parents who lived just a few streets away. You shyly greeted him for the first time, and you two just clicked.

You were inseparable from then on, and your parents were so thankful they sent you to the same primary school. And then it continued into middle school, and even highschool. Attached at the hip.

For his 16th birthday, 2014, you bought Ted a polaroid camera. Shabby money you’d gathered up from chores around the house and a job at a cafe. You’d bought him an album for the pictures too, your both signed the back of it. Nonetheless, it still got you the gift. From then on, it was his favourite gift he’d ever gotten. Even if you told him he didn’t have to say that, you’d sparked an interest of photography in him from the beginning.

People, especially your friends, were always suspicious you two were dating. Rather, you’d both always wave it off with a “gross!” and a laugh.

Despite the lingering touches, on your waist, a hand around your shoulders, a jab in your side, a squeeze in your hand, your hand in his hair.

You two were just friends.

✮

Halfway through the winter, the ground icy and snow piling. January 17th, 2015. He was freshly 17, slowly growing out of his boyish features with his very own 2002 Green Toyota Tacoma and a proper license. So proud of himself.

He’d not come to school on the day because he’d had his test (and he hadn’t wanted to waste his birthday-day doing it the day before).

4pm sharp he was out the front of your house, beeping the horn of his newly owned car and a that big childish grin on his face. The look on his face was familiar to you, like home, recognisable throughout the years and never changing.

You ran out the front door giggling, tripping over your own feet in excitement as he got out of his car and came around to open the passenger side door for you. Giving you a little poke before getting back in the car.

“Y’like it?” “I’ll like it more when you drive me to school every morning! “If I have to.” He’d sigh, albeit exaggerated, but secretly his heart would warm. He’d made you take a picture of him with the car, too. And he’d snuck one of you with it when you weren’t looking.

The winter weather slowly faded, preparing itself for the blossoming flowers of Spring.

Valentine’s Day, 2015. He was beeping again out the front of your house, to your parents usual annoyance and a disturbance to your neighbourhood.

But to give him credit, you’d told him to pick you up 5pm because you’d asked him for more time to get ready. And it was 5:05pm.

You came out of your front door with the biggest smile on your face, cheeks tinged pink, tucking your hair behind your ear, as he stood there with one hand behind his back and the other holding the passenger door open for you.

“What’cha got there, Teddy?” You teased, as he handed you the bouquet of roses, proclaiming they were platonic and watching you giggle.

“Thankyou. They’re beautiful.”

You’re beautiful. is what he wanted to say. And they’re not platonic. And I love you and I always have, since the minute I laid eyes on you.

But instead he grabbed his polaroid camera once you’d sat down in the passenger seat, wanting to snap a picture of you holding the flowers. He used the camera to hide the blush on his cheeks.

Click. He was just saying it in his own way.

You two drove down to the lake, sitting in his car eating snacks you’d bought on the way there and laughing about everything and nothing. Just you two against the world.

His eyes glanced at your lips, and then met your eyes again. Your eyes stared through his soul, your lips found his as if that was all they were ever made to do. The night ended in soft whispers, giggles, his hands on your waist and your arms around his neck, lips interlocked as if they could never part again. as if you were each others air.

Quiet promises of relationships. You two never announced it, but you didn’t ever need to, you came into school holding hands and nobody batted an eye. Like it was bound to happen. As if everybody but you two knew and kept the secret to themselves, waiting for you to finally figure it out.

✮

Many nights were spent sneaking into each other’s houses, into each other’s beds, holding each other close. Beds warm with each other, he typically preferred sneaking into your house. Your sheets warmer, fluffier. More you.

You studied together, stayed together, and worked hard for your final moments of highschool.

You couldn’t have done it without him, and he couldn’t have done it without you.

May, or April, 2016. Prom night. You couldn’t quite remember. The memories got fuzzier as time passed, you’d admit. He waited downstairs, talking to your parents in his best suit and tie, the colour matching your own dress as you finally came down the stairs. He was speechless, his eyes simply absorbing you. He had to make sure the flowers in his hand didn’t drop as he handed them to you and your hand found his chest.

“You okay there, Teddy?” You laughed fondly, eyes glittering and amused.

“You’re the most stunning thing I’ve seen in my entire life.” He’d reply, entranced. Your parents shared a look, raising eyebrows to each other knowing he was the right one for you.

Most of your night spent on the dance floor, twirls and dips and laughter. Your friends altogether, but to him it felt like you were the only person in the room, when he dipped you and kissed you to his favourite song. Your friends gagging playfully, saying you two were straight out of a Disney movie.

The night held a party after with everyone in your year, at some guy’s house you hardly remember. The taste of alcohol on your lips, and Ted’s, you recalled. Snapping drunk Polaroid pictures and singing (screaming) the most popular music like you’d never hear it again.

June 16th, 2016. You wore your graduation caps and robes. He picked you up at 9am, the ceremony started at 11.

He knocked on the door, hair styled, glasses on, robes on, and his graduate cap. Greeting your parents with warm smiles, hugs, and congratulations at your front door as you told them you’d go with Ted and meet them there. It felt like home. He felt like home.

Your parents snapping a picture of you two walking down the driveway hand in hand and sending it to his parents. That picture was your lock screen on your phone for a good long while.

That same stupid damn truck waiting for you in the driveway.

“You look incredible.” He murmured in your ear, voice as sweet as honey, pulling you in for a kiss as soon as he’d opened the door for you to get in the car. You were sure your parents were still watching, but you kissed him back anyway. “You’re not too bad yourself, handsome.”

You sat at the spot near the lake in the car again, for that extra hour you had. You weren’t too heavy hearted, not at all, because you’d both gotten accepted into Ithaca College in New York. Even though everything would be changing, you would have everything changing together. You’d even found a sweet little apartment together, close by to campus. You’d gotten a job at a café down the road, and he was doing editing on YouTube.

You were reminiscing on your best memories of Massachusetts. Of how you met. Of school.

You two against the world.

You and your family cheered loud when your boyfriend got up on the podium and accepted his certificate, your parents sitting right next to his, and you still waiting in line.

His eyes first found his parents, your parents, and then you.

It was always you.

Him and his family cheered loud when you got your own certificate. He was already lined up with the rest of the fellow graduates, holding up his certificate. But he was simply entranced by your wide smile and laughter.

Your eyes first found your parents, his parents, and then him.

It was always him.

Always each other.

You went to a party, laughing getting drunk with your friends. Celebrating what you’d call freedom. Hand in hand. You’d stumbled back into his house, which was now allowed according to your parents and his, because you were both 18.

The next day you were hungover, eyes dreary and heavy with a bit too much alcohol. Regret, pancakes, and those prized hours of sleep.

The day after you were ready. That dumb Toyota Tacoma once again sitting in your driveway at around Midday. Ready for you two to make the trip to Ithaca. The sweltering heat of the start of summer coming down on you two in heavy rays.

Loading your boxes into the car, your parents and his parents chatting in your house. Playfully nudging him while you two walked down the driveway, he gasped.

“Oh, so you want me to drop your precious valuables?”

“No!” You’d squeal, as he set another box down in his boot and lift you up to spin you around. The joy in the air undeniable. Independence and your very own space to yourselves, together.

Everything together. Not a statement, but a promise.

Soft goodbyes to parents, long hugs and promises to call, tears pairing with the new feeling of independence. You felt upset, but also happy. Happy you had set life plans, that you’d graduated and now knew what you were doing, alongside the love of your life.

Ted would always be the love of your life. You were so sure of it at the time.

Endless chatter filled the car as you two drove to Ithaca. He’d insisted on driving, teasing you that you’d crash his car when you’d told him to take a break and let you drive. A few pit stops and many cans is sods and bags of chips later, you were in Ithaca and loading your boxes into your dorm.

Sharing looks at the state of said dorm, but embracing it as your new home anyway. You’d make it your own.

✮

College was hard, but you made time. You were both doing your degrees that went for the same length, and yet you still found time for each other. You always would.

It wasn’t hard to find friends, and considering you and Ted were always attached, you fit in well to a friend group together. Days had studies or work, smoking weed and drinking and parties were what weekend nights held. Kisses and shotgunning, and so much more. Your parents would kill you and his parents would kill him if they knew, but hey, that’s the fun of college.

You watched him start off his YouTube career properly in 2017, as a part time kind of thing. You encouraged him, even, sometimes appearing in the back of his videos. In 2019, sometimes you’d be in a Lunch Club video or two, simply as ‘Ted’s Cool Girlfriend’, and you’d play on his account on SMPLive. You met all of his other friends, and familiarised yourself in his world as the end of your degrees neared.

And yes, you were the girlfriend, with your dad in town, that he had to cancel on when he went to a misfits party during the day, because he did indeed have a 400mg edible. His friends continuously sending you videos of him stuck on the couch, questioning his entire life choices, chugging water for his cottonmouth. Shaking, while narrating the whole situation like it was a storybook. Trying to tough it out. You still have the video on your phone of Schlatt putting a handheld massager on your boyfriend who looks half dead. You’d also made his friends use that old Polaroid camera to take a picture, knowing he’d want to look back at it and laugh.

You’d lied through your teeth to your dad, still laughing at the videos, which hadn’t helped anyway because about a month later Ted posted a video on it anyway. He most definitely got reprimanded by his parents and your own.

✮

As the end of college edged closer, nights were spent studying, or in the library together. Comfortable silences, with the occasional jab or joke. It was all so perfect.

And yet, it almost felt like for once in the last 12 years, you two were living separate lives. Not simply attached at the hip anymore, you two were so different.

You were close, always, but something felt off.

✮

Before you two had began college together, you’d sat in the back of his Toyota Tacoma down at the lake, laying on pillows wrapped up in blankets staring at the stars. A few weeks before highschool graduation.

“We should travel the world together, Teddy. Go see everything amazing out there. You could make a short film of it, or something. Travels with Ted.”

His eyes lit up, the prospect of it making him yearn for the future.

“That’s a stupid name.” He teased. “But I like that.”

You giggled, playfully hitting his chest. “I’m being serious!”

“As am I, that’s a stupid name. And I want to travel with you.” His lips found yours, he kissed you softly, carefully. To show he meant it. “We can start saving.”

✮

And you did start saving, you both were still saving.

And yet you hadn’t talked about it since at least 2018, hadn’t had time to even think about it. Far too busy with the whirlwinds of the world of New York City and College.

You sat on the couch, May 3rd 2020, exactly one month before your graduation.

He sat on the floor while you sat on the couch, his head between your legs facing away while you two watched a movie. His hands on your legs, your hands in his hair. But something felt distant, you felt distant.

You were lost in your thoughts, anxiety creeping up in your gut. Crawling through your body, seeping into your head. You watched his head move to look back at you, and you blinked.

“Are you okay, honey?” He murmured, those big brown eyes finding yours, his voice soothing but ringing through your ears.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Why?” You managed to stammer out, tone laced with nervousness. You were never good at lying.

“I said somethin’ about the movie and you didn’t reply.” His eyes narrowed, concerned. It was then he noticed your laboured breath, and the rhythmic tapping of your foot against the floor beside him. He reached for the remote to pause the film, and sat beside you on the couch. His hand finding yours, and his shoulder touching yours.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The words made your throat feel heavy, your lips parting to speak but nothing coming out. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

I do. The thought rattled in your brain, as you built the courage to speak.

“I do.” You could hear that your own voice was shaky. You swallowed hard. “I was just, thinking.. um..”

“That’s rare.” He teased quietly, holding your hand. You laughed quietly, shaking your head.

His joke brought just that little bit of relief, if only for a brief moment. You found your voice.

“I was thinking about our future.” You paused for a moment.

“I was thinking about us.”

You saw his eyes process the statement that was more of a question, with a blink. A thousand unspoken words on his tongue, and your own too.

Are you still coming with me? Is what you were asking. Are we still going to travel together like we always said we would?

He hesitated, and you knew. A little part of you just knew.

“Everything is going really well for me, here.” He almost sounded shameful. His eyes unable to find yours, you knew they were filled with guilt and empty promises.

You hesitated, this time.

“I don’t want to stay.” You were breathless as the words tumbled out of your mouth.

And at that moment, for the first time, you felt worlds apart. His hand on yours felt distant, nothing else in the room but just.. you. You and your own thoughts.

The words had triggered an argument, tears, a fight or flight response. You slept at your friends dorm that night, yet you’d hardly slept at all.

You came back to open arms the next morning, whispered apologies, flowers and pancakes. And the salty taste of tears.

But it felt over. A certain sinking feeling in your gut, eating you up. You knew he felt it too.

Your greatest fear was right there in front of you. Making your hands shake and your knees weak. You and your other half.

You two were finally growing apart.

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[thescarletnargacuga]

RACEWAY AU KART INSPIRATIONS

A list of the racers and the cars/motorcycles that inspired the karts they drive! All of these vehicles are wildly different because I'm going for visual representation over practicality.

CAINE

The 1959 Chevrolet Corvette convertible

Racer insignia: top hat

Advantage: controlled by the administrative AI

Disadvantage: controlled by the administrative AI

POMNI

The C36 Formula 1

Racer insignia: Jester hat

Advantage: extremely fast

Disadvantage: poor traction for drifting

KINGER

The Apollo IE

Racer insignia: crown

Advantage: High maneuverability

Disadvantage: The driver often doesn't pay attention

RAGATHA

The Ford GT

Racer insignia: a button in a flower

Advantage: gets the most air time on jumps

Disadvantage: poor hairpin maneuverability

JAX

The Toyota GR Supra

Racer insignia: cartoon rabbit head silhouette

Advantage: best at drifting

Disadvantage: not very fast on straightaways

GANGLE

The W1 Lamborghini Huracán

Racer insignia: theatre comedy/tragedy masks

Advantage: very cute

Disadvantage: has a nervous driver

ZOOBLE

The Subaru stock rally race car

Racer insignia: a simple equilateral triangle

Advantage: excellent traction on any track

Disadvantage: driver doesn't give a shit

GUMMIGOO

The Harley Softail chopper

Racer insignia: gator head silhouette

Advantage: more agile than standard karts

Disadvantage: easy to delay with items or collision

SETH

The BMW HP4 racer

Racer insignia: none

Advantage: same abilities as Caine

Disadvantage: ego

[thetriplets3]

hi i have a request 😁

a slow dancing in a parking lot vibe

❝𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞❞

warnings: swearing, shitty bf saying shitty things

shoutout to @emmssturniolo for editing go show her some love

matt and i have known each other for years before we started dating. he’s been there for all my shitty boyfriends who left me feeling like i wasn’t worthy of love and questioning if they loved me the way i loved them. matt knew all the cliché things i always wanted to do, but my exes refused saying i was embarrassing them.

i made my way through the dark parking lot, my head constantly checking around me to make sure no one was following me. i hate walking alone in the dark; it’s so much easier for things to hide i don’t feel safe. i make it Jake’s mom’s 2000 Toyota Echo and i can already hear the obnoxiously loud music playing on the radio. i know he knows i don’t like loud music or noise in small spaces, he chooses to do it anyway. opening my door and sitting in my seat, i cringe at the volume, reaching to turn the volume down to a bearable level.

“don’t touch the fucking volume” he snaps as he turns it back up.

slinking myself further into the seat, i roll my eyes at his behavior. the next song starts, and i can’t help but let a little gasp out.

“i love this song! let’s dance!” i suggest, excitement evident in my voice.

“stop with that shit; i’m not doing that with you; it’s embarrassing” he spits, turning the car engine on and driving out of the lot.

i’m used to it. it’s always the same thing every time i wanna do something “coupley” he refuses saying he won’t do it with me it’s embarrassing. i always had this idea of a fairytale relationship and this was far from it. i couldn’t deal with him anymore today; he was constantly shutting me down, dismissing me, or being snapping at me.

“can you drop me off at nick’s please?” i quietly ask, scared of his response

without a word, he turns onto the triplets street, stopping the car in front of their house. “get out” bitterness filling his voice. slamming the car door on my way out i storm up their driveway, filled with emotion. i turn around, raising both my arms in the air, and flip him off, finishing it with “fuck you jake” as loud as i can. the boys have always told me i don’t need to knock but i do except for today, i just needed to see someone who wasn’t jake. that someone was matt.

matt patiently listened to me rant about how shitty jake made me feel and ask what i did wrong.

matt knows me better than anyone. i feel stupid for not seeing it sooner; it would have saved me from a lot of heartbreaking relationships. on days i don’t feel well he stops what he’s doing to come be with me, stopping at the store to get my favorite things to cheer me up. whether a day is the worst day of my life, the best day of my life, or just a normal day, he’s there with my favorite flowers. knowing how much i love them he’ll find any excuse to get me them just to see the smile on my face. i never had to remind him of things; he knows me inside out; what music i listen to (he even has a playlist of all my favorite songs); he can sense when i’m getting overwhelmed and want to get away from whatever it is that we’re doing; he knows that i find his hand cradling my head during a hug to be grounding; he listens like actually listens; his eyes are so intently watching and hanging on to every word.

i always felt like i had to remind my exes to love me, but with matt he was the one reminding me i’m loved. he did everything no one else cared to do and he paid attention to things most people ignored. everything he does melts my heart because i’ve never been treated like this. like i deserve.

today was one of those days where everything just feels off and you can’t pinpoint why. facetiming matt in the morning, he seemed to have noticed i wasn’t my normal self. bringing it up in the most gentle way he suggested going for a drive.

“is everything okay sweetheart? you don’t need to explain, i just want to know if you’re okay. how about we go for a drive later tonight? clear your head. let me bare some of the weight from your shoulders” the love and tenderness in his voice is all the confirmation i’ll ever need.

sitting on the old wooden bench by the front door, i slip my socks and shoes on just as matt knocks on the door. opening the door i collapse into his arms before he takes my hand and walks me to his car. planting a soft kiss to the back of my hand before dropping it to open my door.

“my love” he says with a little bow, making me giggle.

our linked hands lie on the center console, matt’s thumb mindlessly rubbing the back of my hand. the smallest gestures make me feel so loved. tonight’s destination of choice was the empty parking lot of a frozen yogurt shop. our first date. our deep conversations are always my favorite, he’s so emotionally intelligent i love listening to him voice his thoughts, opinions, and advice. to lighten the mood after those deep talks he softly plays music. immediately i recognize the song, a smile toying at my lips.

“i-” my voice trails off, remembering what happened every time i mentioned a song and how some made me wanna dance.

“what? go on” he urges me to continue, turning his body in his seat to face me giving me his full attention.

another thing i love about matt is his patience. he knows i tend to bite my tongue when it comes to sharing my opinions because i was afraid of the response i’d get, so he encourages me to continue, in turn reassuring me that my thoughts and opinions are valid.

“i love this song it’s so beautiful” i say

without a word, matt gets out of the car and walks around the car, leaving me confused until my door opens and matt’s there with his hand out for me to grab hold of.

“may i have this dance, pretty girl?” he asks, letting a laugh slip through his serious façade.

“i’d love to” i whisper.

letting go of my hand for a second he reaches into the car and turns the volume up just loud enough for us to hear it. i smile to myself at his thoughtful gesture, making sure i was out of the car before turning the volume up. no one’s ever taken so much consideration to make sure i’m comfortable like he does.

my thoughts are interrupted by matt circling his arms around my waist, instantly my hands finding their home at the nape of his neck and in his hand. pulling me closer to him, i rest my head on his shoulder, the smell of his cologne bringing me even more comfort. our bodies sway to the music enjoying this moment.

matt gently pushes my body away from his and raises our joined hands, ready to twirl me. it wasn’t the most graceful twirl ever, filled with giggles at my lack of dancing skills. as i turn back to face matt i let go of his hand and wrap both my hands at the nape of his neck mindlessly playing with his hair. our eyes are locked on each other, having a conversation of their own. with watery eyes and a big smile, i’ve never felt so loved. he has done everything and more than anyone else has and he never lets me forget how much he loves me.

matt rests his forehead against mine, eyes starting into mine. softly, he whispers the lyrics to me, never breaking eye contact

❝𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞❞

a few tears escape my eyes. this isn’t his type of music at all yet he’s made the effort to listen to it and remember the words knowing how much i love this song. no one will ever love me more than matt, he’s it for me, he’s all i’ve ever needed.

“i love you thank you for showing me what it feels like to be unconditionally loved. i can’t wait for a lifetime of being loved by you” i gush.

“loving you was never something i had to think about; it’s just natural. how can anyone look at you and not see that you deserve every star in the universe? you shine so brightly that i can’t believe people made you feel like you should hide that light. you are worthy of love and i’m happy i get to be the one to show you. i love you sweet girl. i’ll love you for a lifetime and every one after that. you’re the sun to me” he confesses, placing a loving tender kiss on my lips.

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs @abbie13sworld

[dwendemound]

✨️The Infinight Chariots!!✨️

Or: what cars I think the Interns would drive lol (Warning for spoilers)

Kyborg the Mighty! aka Kydelius of Evirwinter:

Kyborg drives a an awful pickup truck, probably a Toyota Tacoma or 90s Chevrolet. It was one of the only things to survive the raid on his village. It's falling apart, but Kyborg would rather spend all of his gold and time fixing it up than trade it in for something new. It's run for over 100 years and, Dia willing, it will run for 700 more.

Mudd Bramblecrack (and Gumbo):

Mudd drives a used 90s Subaru that he bought right after leaving home. He doesn't care if he's way too big for it or that he could literally afford any brand new car he could dream of. It carries his stuff and gets him where he's headed. That's enough for him.

Bartholomew "Bart" Finn:

Bart's first car was an infallible Toyota Corolla. He saved up for it with the money he (ahem) acquired while traveling aboard the Jebidiah. He traded it in when he went back to pick up Gum Gum. Knowing they'd need a place to stay while on the road, Bart was able to pick up an RV for free from a past lover who'd inherited it from their late-mom or something.

"Gum Gum" Galindor:

Gum Gum doesn't have his license yet, so he rides a bike when he's out by himself. Bart and Gum Gum didn't have a lot of money, but Bart still saved up to get his friend a brand new bike complete with baskets for flowers and other treasures found on his rides. Gum Gum takes really good care of it, and it's probably named something like Vroomba.

[georgiedoodles]

📚Broppy CollegeAU | "Campus Days"

◊ It's the beginning of the Fall semester at Popvillage College and Branch attends his first class of the day. Just when he thinks he'll have a quiet and peaceful semester, another student comes to class late and the only available seat is next to Branch.

Part one: Orientation

It was a warm summer morning; the breeze was fresh, and the sun blazed down from the sky. Fresh green shrubbery was swaying with the breeze and flowers bloomed with bright fluorescent colors. The hot summer days were coming to an end, and the cooler fall weather was just around the corner.

Today is Branch’s first day of the new fall semester at Popville College. The campus was crowded with newly enrolled and returning students looking for their classes. Branch had to get to campus early to beat the ‘first week of school’ traffic and fight for parking. In the parking lot, he parks in the furthest spot next to some shrubs and trees. He locks his car, an old Toyota Camry, and slings his backpack over his left shoulder as he walks down the parking lot. He makes his way down the stairs and towards the art building. Surrounding the art classes are fields of fresh green vegetation, with lush bushes and large overhead trees, shading the students from the blazing summer sun. Branch quickly looks at his college app for the directory, “2D Art: building 1A, classroom #3”, this class is held on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9:45AM until 1:30PM. He quickly looks for the class, it’s just behind the large tile mural and next to a set of lockers, and makes his way inside.

Inside, Branch is engulfed in the fresh air conditioning and sighs with relief. He walks through a plethora of easels that had a few students occupying them and finds a well-lit spot in the back of the classroom in front of a large window. Sitting down on the beat-up office chair, he pulls a cart to his left and sets his belongings in the trays, waiting for class to begin. As he waits, he can see that everyone else trickles in, sitting in vacant spots that are not next to him, he is secluded and is next to only one other easel to his left. He’s thankful when the bell rings and no one decides to take the seat next to his station. Branch angles his easel to the right so he can clearly see his professor in the front at his desk, clearly reading some emails before he starts the orientation.

Right as the professor opens his mouth to begin, a roar of footsteps is coming down from the hall and the door is shoved open. A pink troll, she looks frazzled and sweaty, with a large art portfolio hanging on her right shoulder and her large cup of coffee in her left hand, she’s panting and readjusting herself. The professor coughs and greets her,

“Hi, you’re just in time, please take a seat wherever available, we were just about to start.” He said with an understanding smile, day one is always brutal.

The pink student quickly apologizes and looks around. All the other easels have been taken, then she sees the spot next to Branch and quickly shuffles her way to the back. As she walks, the professor begins his introductions, but Branch stops listening to watch the student make her way next to him. She pulls another cart to her right and angles her easel to her left, gently placing her portfolio against the wall, quickly chugging some of her coffee, and finally plopping herself in the other beat-up office chair. She looks over to Branch and greets him with a smile and an enthusiastic wave.

The professor asks all the students to turn to their neighbors and greet them with a short list of things to talk about as an icebreaker. Branch turns to his left and meets the pink troll with an awkward smile.

“So would you like to start first?” He adjusts his seat to look at her. She’s wearing a blue flowy long-sleeve crop top and gold jewelry. She turns her body to face him and adjusts her high ponytail by tightening the sky-blue flower scrunchy.

“Sure!” The pink troll says, “Well, hi, my name is Poppy. I am 22 years old, and I am majoring in art and education! I love drawing, of course, and I love dancing and eating with my friends!” She says with an animated wave of her hands and a chuckle.

“Oh, okay well nice to meet you.” Branch waves shyly, rubbing his hands on his knees. He’s wearing oversized brown corduroy pants and a thin green cardigan with a ‘grass’ pattern, inside is a plain muted dark green T-shirt. “My name is Branch, I am 24 years old, I am majoring in History, and I like to garden, play video games, and draw.” He shrugs and looks outside the window on his left.

Poppy lights up and asks more questions, “Oh my gosh, what do you like to draw?? I normally like illustrating from shows and movies or sometimes video games if the characters look cute, but what about you??” She wiggles with excitement; she knows half of the students taking these classes are only doing it for credits but it’s always nice to know someone else who draws for fun.

  Branch looks back at her and rubs his neck with his left hand, “Well I like to study plants sometimes, just to get to know them better and see if they benefit us in any way, so I draw and paint them to have a better understanding of their makeup. It also helps to have a visual reference I had since I can sample the plant into my journal.” He looks a little shy and reluctant to go into detail, but it’s one of his interests.

“OMG you have to show me, that sounds so awesome and really fun!” the pink troll gasped, her hands dramatically hovering over her cheeks and her flower bracelet was visible.

Branch seems to hesitate before he looks into her eyes, there’s no sign of malice so, maybe it will be okay.

“As long as you promise not to make fun of me, I’m still learning, and they’re not organized to the fullest so... it might be a bit hectic.” He struggled to keep eye contact, hopefully, she’s taking his words into consideration.

“Of course! I am an artist too and I have MANY sketchbooks that need a little TLC, especially the ones I’ve painted in” She playfully winces at the idea of all her work, smoothing out her turquoise mini-skort and waits for Branch’s response.

He continues to stare for a few more seconds before he slowly reaches the second tray of his cart, pulling out a brown hard-cover journal from his backpack. He unlatches the lock on the edge and places it flat on the carts between them. Before he can say anything else, the professor interrupts the class to continue orientation, grabbing everyone’s attention. Branch looks at Poppy and slides his journal closer to her, meekly smiling and nodding to her, giving permission to look through the journal while class is in session.

The class is listening in on the orientation the professor is giving, it’s the usual stuff about campus and the free 2-week parking all students are given for the first 2 weeks of school, then he starts talking about the syllabus and all the materials needed for his course. Of course, this will practically cost an arm and a leg for the amount of supplies they will need for the semester.

As Branch highlights and writes annotations in his copy of the class syllabus, Poppy is engulfed by Branch’s journal. It’s a hard-cover journal made of recycled paper, and not just any recycled paper, but handmade ones. She cautiously looks through the carefully detailed work he dedicated to this journal, titled “Book #4”, and looks through the pages of plants, flowers, vegetables, and fruits that he meticulously charted and dated. At one point she ended up on a page about Poppie flowers.

Written down is a brief description of the flower, “Blooming in the Spring and Summer seasons, most prominently in August, are Poppies flowers. Native to Eurasia and North Africa, some variants of Poppies thrive in cooler climates, while others such as California Poppies (Eschscholzia Californica) thrive in warmer temperatures up to 90 degrees Fahrenheit / 32.22 C.” As Poppy continues to read, she is distracted by the painting of the flower, it seems to be painted with gouache and has a sample of a flattened version of the model next to it. She admires the artwork, gently running her fingerpads on the dried Poppie flower.

As she continues to read, Branch glances over to her to see what she’s looking at in that moment and sees her admiring his work. A blush creeps up on his cheek and side smiles to hide his amusement from her point of view, bringing his focus back to the professor.

As the class ends early, the professor lets everyone know to get their materials as soon as possible since they are not the only students who need these supplies. With a wave and smile, the class is dismissed.

Poppy gently closes Branch’s Journal and passes it back to him. He takes it and stuffs it back inside his backpack and begins to gather his belongings. Poppy grabs her coffee and brings her portfolio as she notices his syllabus, it has notes listing what materials he needs to buy, and the store he will go to.

“So, are you buying your materials today?” She peeks from behind her coffee cup as she takes a sip.

Branch looks at her and shrugs, “I can’t today, I have another class and the store will close before my last class ends today. I’ll have to go tomorrow; I should have enough time to buy it all before the materials are due.” He picks up his syllabus and folds it into his pocket, hopefully, he can get everything before the other students empty the shelves like vultures they are.

Poppy looks a bit bummed out, “Oh- Okay yeah, I think I need to go tomorrow as well, I need to wait for my sister to get out of her class before I can go home, we share a car and go and from class together every day. I can’t go to the recommended art store since it’s an hour drive from here, hopefully, you get all your materials until then!” She clasps her cup in her hands and rocks on her heels as she smiles at him.

Branch grabs the last of his belongings and begins walking with Poppy to the front door. They both head out and separate in different directions, Branch waves at Poppy and heads straight to his next class. Poppy waves back and walks to the right towards the library, hopefully to begin the little homework she already has, or doodle and daydream until her sister gets out of class. Next Part

[nickmpreg]

omg my friend got a car today and it’s the cutest little blue toyota and it came with flower stickers and eyelashes from the previous owner 😭😭

[allthistrashtalkmakemeitchin]

30 Days of November

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @partiallypearl

a/n: oops I'm late

11. shooting stars

Addison loved the stars because Ronnie was so passionate about them. It was mostly the only thing she could connect with her about. The blue-haired girl was so different from everyone, and at one point, it was hard for Addison to get along with people who were different. She suffered from the social hierarchy at school. The famous crown she wore was made of solid gold, and it was heavy.

Callie drove them to a frequently visited makeout spot. It was late, and no one else was around. Her beat-up Toyota was the only car parked on the hill. The windshield had a clear view of the night sky.

The girls sat on the car's hood and stared into the vast expanse that blanketed the world. Their pinkies intertwined.

"Addison, I... I like girls. I like you." Callie looked away, her shoulders tense.

"What?" Addison sat up and turned to her. "What do you mean? You can't like girls- You- That's not..."

"I like a girl. I like you." Callie breathed out, sitting up, her hair curling her face.

"Me?" Addison blinked twice. You—I thought—please don't do this..." The cheerleader's voice was small.

"What do you mean don't do this?" Callie turned to look at her, dark eyes searching the cheerleader's face, pleading eyes.

"I'm dating Trent..." She whispered, grabbing strands of her blonde hair and playing with them.

"Fuck, Trent!" Callie accidentally smacked the hood of her car. "You've said he makes you feel like you're burying a part of yourself. Addison, maybe I'm reading too much into it, but don't I make you feel alive?"

"I- "

Addison squeaked when Callie's hands cupped her face. They were oddly warm despite the chill in the air. The blonde was forced to look her in the eyes. The brunette's face was void of the makeup she wore during school. Her face was bare. It was gorgeous. Addison's breath hitched in her throat. Calliope made her feel more alive than Trent ever did, and she never wanted to acknowledge it because she was scared of what would happen in the future. She feared getting too close and wanted to get married like everyone else.

Since she was little, Addison dreamed of her future wedding. She was wearing an elegant dress, but she only thought a little about who she got married to. She focused more on the dress, the flowers, and how happy her family would be.

Callie kissed her, and it was like sparks had flown. Maybe the goth girl was in her future, and they could get married one day. But for now, the kiss anchored her to this moment. Warm hands on her face and butterflies in her stomach.

Addison's heart was beating. She was alive.

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 1x07-1x08

while watching previous episodes, I was thinking, wait, Emily has to have a car this season because of [SPOILER]. Does she just randomly start appearing with one?

of course not. instead she wins a car (the BEAUTIFUL TOYOTA) in a raffle the same night she falls down in a mirror maze

1x07 begins with us still on Homecoming night, where we get (1) Spencer, Hanna, and Aria clinging to each other like frightened puppies while looking for Emily and (2) Toby bringing Emily to the hospital

Spencer suggests the trio split up and is immediately indignant at the idea she be the one to go alone lmao

Poor Toby. No one is nice to him :( Spencer said her classic "The devil has a name and it's Toby!" line but Pam also said "people cross the street when they see him", poor fricking teenager.

Emily is like, as someone who has exchanged more than one sentence with Toby, I don't think he's a murderer? and Spencer cannot stand it she is so annoyed

Emily phrases it as "why am in my bed and not in a body bag" <3 Emily's horror movie visceral imagination

FIRST BARRY MAPLE APPEARANCE. HE'S HERE. THE ONE KIND-OF OKAY COP IN ROSEWOOD. ALL HAIL BARRY MAPLE.

Hanna is back to winning her one-woman #BestAlly competition and she's doing so good! I'll repeat this in the tags of a future post, but it is so interesting to me that this is the first step in Hannily becoming close as a pair - before Hanna gets the photos, Aria and Spencer are the ones expressing individual concern over Emily, but once this arc happens, Hanna is all-in

And says exactly what Emily needs to hear. Also saying things to injured Emily: Pam Fields, who is stressing her daughter out and has no idea why.

Ella, Byron is a cheating douchenozzle but go to your son's sportsball game! Mike's done nothing wrong!

Spencer has zero concept of having a job, let alone a service one. Of course she can waltz right into the kitchen to chit-chat, of course Alex must be lying if he says he's working on a day the club is closed. Oh, Spencer.

She does take to making fruit kebabs to hang out with him

Alex says he's never seen her photo with devil horns before and I don't think he's lying...so an A thing? But I prefer to think that it was the kitchen employee from the day before who was all het up about Spencer's health code violations

can any of the liars look normal when talking to the blind girl. (Spencer about Jenna to Emily: You didn't eat one of her cookies, did you?)

well, Emily did okay, but Emily had to deal with Jenna straight up sitting on her bed. Who does that?? But very funny in light of the S2 Halloween episode, isn't Emily dealing with enough.

Aria playing peacemaker as Spencer and Hanna argue in the woods. Oh, Aria, it's like watching a terrier trying to get in between a bloodhound and a golden retriever.

and here we get our first inter-liar callout of Spencer's parents being there to bail her out! I completely forgot it was Hanna who does this, but very fair, Hanna, very fair

Lucas and Hanna bond over watching the stupidest youtube videos, which makes so much sense for them. SMH Sean, not even a smile for turkey on a skateboard? Between that and sending Aria flowers, you deserve the shenanigans you accidentally find yourself in later this season

Emily and Maya get to have nice cute banters about going on a date and manage to make out at a zombie movie without anything bad happening! Good for them!

Especially since everything non-Maya makes Emily look so distressed

like Toby, which leads to the best conversation Emily, Spencer, and Hanna have on Emily's window seat

Emily, clearly upset: I couldn't bring myself to ask. Jenna was so upset. But his bike… it looked like it was… like it was wrecked.

Spencer: Well, I'm not gonna cry over this, and neither should you.

Hanna: Spencer, if she liked him she can cry about it!

Spencer: Well, I'm sorry for speaking.

Spencer: ......Look she's right, I can't tell you what to feel.

and yet Spencer will never stop attempting to, love this maniac

good god I forgot about the Jason recasting, I look forward to when this dark-haired suit-wearer with a stick up his ass is gone

Best A message:

SUBJECT: THE DEDICATION

DO IT RIGHT. I'LL BE WATCHING. JUST LIKE TOM SAWYER. --A

Why did A prepend the message with a subject, do they miss emailing Spencer? I had to explain the Tom Sawyer reference too haha.

A's gonna trick them into painting a fence next

We get so many flashbacks of Alison being terrible by the lakeshore that summer day

Flashback dynamic notes: Emily smiles and laughs at everything Alison says, no matter how mean; Aria is horny for Noel and pays the least attention to Alison; Hanna laughs at the first insult Ali throws at Lucas but then very weakly tries to defend him; Spencer is...Spencer is almost getting bored of Alison's terribleness?

and yet "that's immortality my darling" remains, and so does Alison's bracelet in her nightstand drawer

I like to think Aria had to dig through all her shit to find her bracelet, compared to the other three XD

"what about justice" re: never finding out who killed Alison, Spencer my sweet summer child....sometimes Spencer is the most naive of the liars, in her own way

Spencer's already sent two S.O.S texts this season. Did the girls agree on this code or did Spencer just decide this is her way of asking for help and everyone automatically understood it

isn't this memorial a bit too revealing of her dynamic with y'all, I'd be so self-conscious

and yet, even after an episode filled with flashbacks of Alison's cruelty, I understand all four of their speeches for her.

[sincebrooklyns]

hey i need to know what cars austin hanna's children canonically drive. thank's.

yayyyyy i love assigning cars to muses ^_^ i'm not as good at these sort of lists as u but i'm gonna try hard and really believe in myself and you're gonna smile and nod at all of it because what;s the alternative? to challenge me and look like a total bitch? exactly.

cora i want to say drives something like a 2017 kia forte, in the dark reddish maroon color. she bought it second hand after crashing her former and first car, an older pontiac sunfire. it was also secondhand and shitty, but she insisted on saving and spending all on her own. she could've had something better, but unfortunately has a brain disease that makes her repel her loving and helpful parents.

ezra strikes me as a station wagon guy. i think he could have wanted to make it happen on his own, in which case i see him in something like a 2000s subaru outback in the green color. austin clapped him on the shoulder for that one. if you see him in something more modern, i'm thinking a white 2019 tiguan.

zoe is a jeep renegade girlie, in graphite grey (i think? i toyed with black and white and the blue color). i'm thinking something more generic like the grey because she's for sure leasing it on her teacher's salary. maybe leasing to buy, but definitely leasing. she's the sort of girl that has decorative coasters in her cup holders and some macrame something orother hanging from her rearview. she's got a sparkly bath and body works fragrance holder on her driver's side visor and she's always got a fresh warm vanilla sugar insert on deck

maisyn drives a 2009 ford focus, in the blue/grey sort of color. there's a taco bell 5-layer burrito stain on the upholstery, right where she dropped in between her legs eating one-handed on the road. she's got a fat stack of CDs that are always spilling out of her center console, the cases of many having cracks in the plastic for being stepped on in her passenger seat. when people get in her car, she has to get out and remove the canvas totes and birkenstocks tossed into and never removed from her back seat along with the week-old dunkin' bag she was using to collect trash like napkins and straw rappers. she does this outside of people's houses, btw. doesn't prepare in advance.

ayla drives a mercedes gle coupe, in maybe a white or a red depending on how bougie we see her. this is all based off of you saying she appreciates the name brand and sensuality of a dove bar. we've never discussed her but i love your characterization. she's the kim kardashian of this family; she's hot and she's got main character syndrome. you know she feels hot as hell driving around in her little black slit sunglasses. she's got an off-white flower hair clip clapsed to her passenger side mirror, whole car smells like expensive perfume and her marc jacobs tote bag is perpetually riding shotgun. she uses apple carplay to stream music and be alerted to new text messages, which she replies to by manually texting and driving. fortunately, she's got decently quick reflexes (years of practice?) so she hasn't yet rear-ended anyone doing so, but she's definitely had a few close calls.

rylan oh you know he drives a hybrid of some sort (again based on waht you said about him and ice cream) and won't let anyone forget it. maybe a 2017-ish toyota prius prime. austin went with him to help pick it out; talked a big game about helping him navigate the dealership, but ultimately ended up folding to an outrageous offer too soon. fortunately, rylan walked in there with a plan and was able to negotiate for himself. austin was so proud, and when he recounted the story to camryn later, he claimed it was his plan all along to see how the kid did for himself.

orla is a only a baby, so jot that down. maybe she's a late bloomer or maybe she's failing to launch, but i do think she's indulged by camryn and austin a little. they're adamant they're not enabling her, because she has had stuff going on and benefits from the healthy, cozy environment in the hanna home. she doesn't have a car of her own, but borrows her parents' when she needs to get around. she's scratched up the honda pilot in the past, so her privileges have officially been revoked per austin. i think they're a two-car household and i could see camryn with something cute and sleek like maybe a black mazda 3, especially as the kids are older and she needs to transport less. that one is much easier for orla to navigate in.

[ricoelpobre]

In my Mind Joseph aka Joby Taylor and I are in an argument because he stayed out too late and I’m listening to jagged little pill by Alan is morrisette in my car while I drive down to the mall in my 2006 red Toyota Camry to get myself something to make myself feel better I don’t hear from him all day until he shows up at 10:09 pm with flowers making up some excuse and asking me to take him back when I tell him no he calls me a bitch but im bluffing and we end up sleeping together

[crawlspacefics]

Hey,

I don't know if you know a lot about cars or not but I've compiled a list of cars of what the senshi would drive and you can tell me what you think.

(If you can look it up if you want)

(This is also going to be a long one lol)

Usagi- Newer Volkswagen Beetle because she thinks it's cute

Ami- Toyota Corolla or Honda Civic. She prefers something reliable and economical.

Makoto- Toyota FJ Cruiser or New Ford Bronco because I see her as an off road driver who enjoys exploring.

Rei- Probably something that runs and drives but I would lean her towards something that is cheap and practical while still enjoying it. Probably a Mitsubishi Lancer Evo or a Subaru Impreza WRX Hatchback.

Minako- Something cool like a BMW M5 F10 (Rip water pump lol) or 2012 Mercedes SL-Class (Rip engine due to trashing the shit out of that car lol)

Michiru- Something fancy yet practical such as a Mercedes E-Class Wagon Diesel or Volkswagen Passat 4Motion.

Haruka- Sport cars obviously lol. I would think a BMW M3 E46 Convertable for daily driver and Volkswagen Golf R to take Hotaru to school while still looking cool lol

Hotaru- Haruka's Golf but Michiru would get her a Toyota Yaris to start but if she doesn't want it, then she's going to get her own car lol.

Setsuna- Anything that runs and drives lol

I love this question! 🌞🚙 (Though I warn I'm not a knowledgeable car person and most of this is based on aesthetics. Also, I'm adding to, not disagreeing with your choices. I like the Yaris!)

Usagi - I agree on the newer Beetle Bug. She needs an automatic, it would be pale yellow with cute glitter decals on the windows and a pink license plate frame. I'd even say she has a pink fuzzy steering wheel cover and some kind of cute pink seat covers. There would be a little crystal hanging from the rearview mirror.

Rei - I feel like I'm being mean to her, but Rei has a faded 1977 Red Gremlin hatchback with the white stripes. It runs (and not much else). And she can shove a dozen people into the hatchback if she really tries. She's no frills with this and also refusing to take anything from her father even though he could have/maybe offered her a nicer vehicle.

Ami - this one was harder. I actually see her on a scooter with a cute little basket on the front. Pale blue with white details and a matching helmet. But, if she were to get a car, it would be a Smart Car. Same pale blue with white details and a little black cat decal on the back window. She's getting her transportation to take her from point A to point B without really thinking of passengers. If it's more than just her going anywhere, the other person is driving. Or alternately, a dark blue Prius.

Makoto - my girl has a small, budget-friendly pick-up truck. Specifically, a Chevy LUV (manufactured by Isuzu). Fading baby blue with a rust spot on the hood and a pink plastic flower hanging from the rearview mirror. She keeps an old wooden crate in the bed to throw stuff in and has a flowered license plate frame. Alternately, she gets a classic Bronco. There's still a wooden crate in the back.

Minako - my party girl gets a party vehicle. A bright sunny yellow VW Bus with polished chrome. It's a bitch to park in Tokyo but she loves it. It has a hippie stoner look but only because Minako loves the aesthetic of all the rainbows and colors and peace sign stickers. There's a blue bird figure glued to the dashboard and she pats its head every time she gets in. Fuzzy dice! Artemis has his very own customized cat seat slung over the front bench (it can be relocated if he wants to get in the back to get away from the commotion of the entire crew on a road trip). She has a custom license plate - SAYLAV

Haruka - like you said, definitely sport cars. And more than one because she married really well. 😁 I definitely see her going with mostly modern cars, like day one off the assembly line. There's a Porsche involved. But there has to be a classic 1965 Shelby Mustang in there somewhere. White with a dark blue racing stripe. She would not besmirch her car with decals. LOL

Michiru - she's going for classy and high end. I had to look some of these up because I'm not familiar with high end 😅, but I could see her in something like a Lexus LFA as her everyday driver. But I'm also giving her a high end modern Jeep for fun, like when they go on trips to the mountains. It is teal. Because she is girly.

Setsuna - she's going for basic use and reliability. Cadillac XTS in dark burgundy.

Hotaru - she'll inherit Michiru's Jeep and have it repainted purple. 😎

[thegamecollection]

UBISOFT FORWARD 2023!

Good morning/afternoon/some time of the day or night from across the pond! I'm making the most of this jet lag with some Peanut Butter m&m's and a blog on our time at yesterday's Ubisoft Forward event! It was a morning accompanied by popcorn that showcased their (very) impressive lineup for this year and beyond!

Before I get into it, can you believe there's no coffee machine in this hotel room? Why must I suffer? It's simply unacceptable.

Now that I've had a moan we can get into it. Thanks for listening.

We had planned some video content for TikTok but upon arrival and having passed the awesome Assassin's Creed cosplayers above, we were met with this potentially day-ruining sign:

We're sorry. It's not our fault.

JUST DANCE 2024

The event got underway with one the most popular music game franchises (if not THE most popular) of all time, back for 2024 with 40 new tracks and a vibey trailer that somehow transitioned from screen to live dancers on stage! I'd be lying if I said Just Dance was personally my thing but its player numbers around the globe speaks for itself! Fans will be pleased to know that "Flowers" by Miley Cyrus has made the cut, as well as all-time banger "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" by Whitney Houston!

Launching on 24th October, you can now pre-order with us here.

AVATAR: FRONTIERS OF PANDORA

Getting to see more on this first person action adventure that gives us the opportunity to become Na'vi and seek revenge on the invading RDA, well, it was absolutely fantastic. We weren't exactly sure on how this title would play out but after yesterday's gameplay, consider us SOLD. Set after the events of the first Avatar film, you’ll embark on a journey across the Western Frontier, a never-before-seen continent of Pandora! Fans of Far Cry will no doubt have also been frothing at the choice of weapons, skills and stunning scenery that awaits on this breathtaking planet! Oh and we got a release date too...

Launching on 7th December, you can now pre-order with us here.

THE CREW MOTORFEST

Car enthusiasts, fasten your seatbelts! The Crew Motorfest will officially launch on 14th September and will be using the vibrant island of O’ahu, Hawaii as its playground! The 3rd instalment in the franchise looks the part, that's for sure. From the Lamborghini Revuelto to the Toyota Supra, Hummer EV or Porsche Taycan Turbo S, there's a set of wheels and a racing feel for EVERYONE!

We were told no photos but I did manage to snap this beauty as we were leaving! Sorry, Ubi - it was too good to leave without memento.

You can now pre-order with us here.

PRINCE OF PERSIA: THE LOST CROWN

No, we didn't get any news on the Sands of Time Remake but after its announcement at Summer Game Fest last week, we did get to see more on this epic side-scrolling, sword slashing, time-dashing new adventure in Prince of Persia: The Lost Crown! Play as Sargon and evolve from sword-wielding prodigy to extraordinary legend as you master acrobatic combat and unlock new Time Powers and unique super abilities.

Having seen this earlier in the year on a confidential presentation, its improvements since then are astounding. This metroidvania type game has found huge popularity in recent years with many titles adopting the style! But nevertheless it stands out from a crowd and looks to be an absolute MUST play for me!

Launching on 18th January 2024, you can now pre-order with us here.

SKULL AND BONES

We're all familiar with this right me hearties? Of course. It's been due to set sail for a number of years but has regularly been met with choppy waters and uncertain tides...

Yesterday didn't deliver too much on when we can actually expect Skull and Bones to get those anchors away, but we were treated to this new trailer accompanied by a live performance from the band 'Home Free' as they sang their tune from the game!

The Closed Beta will be available 25th-28th August and you can now register here.

Of course with this already being announced, you can pre-order on our website here!

STAR WARS OUTLAWS

Having seen the trailer a couple of days ago for the long awaited open world Star Wars game that was originally teased in 2021, we've already been feeling pretty blessed... But seeing a 10 minute gameplay walk-through yesterday has excited all of us scummy, villainous gamers to no end!

Seeing Kay Vess and the adorable Nix in heist action reminded us of the loving relationship between Cal and BD-1, and that is NEVER a bad thing. From the heat of blaster-fire battle to the foot-down freedom of a speeder chase, this footage shows that 2024 will be a great time to be an Outlaw!

No official launch date has been confirmed and so there's no pre-orders just yet! But sit tight, watch the gameplay again and prepare to revel in what will be the first and incredibly ambitious open world Star Wars game to date!

ASSASSIN'S CREED MIRAGE

We're finishing up here with the extended gameplay section we saw from Assassin's Creed Mirage, and its back-to-basics stealth-centric footage that fans in the presentation were cheering for with joy and rapture!

Our assassin Basim is light on his feet and making even lighter work of those that stand in his way... The gameplay showed that mixing stealth with creativity really does deliver supreme results! Smoke bombs, blow-darts, hidden blades, it's all in a day's work for this agile and acrobatic executioner!

Ninth-century Baghdad has never looked better and we can't wait to take our place with an ancient organization known as the Hidden Ones...

Launching on 12th October, you can pre-order with us here.

If you've made it this far then I thank you for reading! For those wondering exactly how I've made it without that coffee, a five minute break at Dunkin' Doughnuts around the corner has gotten me over the line!

God bless America.

-Jack

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hi its meeeee again i took this picture yesterday of my first yoke try on it looks good! its longer now though i'm almost through with the first flower motif i only have 15 rows of colorwork left actually! also i start my job at the library january 3rd and jake has assured me i shouldnt even have to buy a car, every time i brought up some scheduling problem that might arise he had an answer for it, and scheduling problems will disappear entirely when spring comes again and he can use the crown or his bikes to get around. so i dont have to be making a car payment! yay! he also said he wants to teach me to ride motorcycles when it gets warm again and keeps offering me use of the crown but im too nervous to use the crown bc its a 34 year old car and if i scratched it we would never be able to find the paint color and i would cry. it is very tempting though because the crown looks fucking sick you feel so awesome driving that thing around...1990 toyota crown royal saloon yes god. this has kind of made me want an all-black vip car from the 90s like maye a nissan gloria or smth...his is two-tone beige though and still looks super good. anyway what was i talking about. this sweater is going to rule.

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A two for one OC special (Because I can)

Name: Rowan O’Connell

Age: 27 Years old (As of 2021)

Species: Calico Cat

Hometown: Bay Ridge Brooklyn, New York

Current Residency: Century City Los Angeles, California

Mercenary Group Affiliation: None (As of now)

Occupation: Shop Manager

Marital Status: Married, with one adopted kitten

Sexuality/Pronouns: Transgender, male to female. Prefers She/Her

Personality: She's upfront and truthful, albeit to a fault. Other than that? No discernable personality traits. Sure, she's nice, kind, and friendly, but aren't most people like that? However, if pissed off to such, can be snarky and a borderline menace to society (Last bit was inherited from her mum)

Likes: The simple things in life (Ex: Good company, her wife), Flowers (Lilac roses with orange lilies being second favorite)

Dislikes: Deliberate (not accidental, but deliberate, can't stress that enough) misgendering. People being catty without justifiable cause, Puritans, Jehovah's Witnesses, Dogmatism

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Now for the second one : P

Name: Takeru Aizawa

Age: 24 (As of 2021)

Species: Bengal Cat

Hometown: Suburban Orange County, California

Current Residency: Sundale Fremont, California

Mercenary Group Affiliation: None (As of now)

Occupation: Auditor as primary job, flips cars as a side gig

Bet You Didn't Know This: Proud owner of a Toyota Supra Mk3

Personality: Sneaky, Crafty, Cunning. Also happens to have a "BITCH I won't hesitate" attitude when it comes to violence

Likes: His Mk3 Supra, Trying new things

Dislikes: Being trapped in a stifling environment

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