#ask impala

[funktrolls]

Can you tell us more about birch and impala?

OH HECK YEA BIRCH AND IMPALA STORY DUMP TIME

Impala is a hippie from the rock tribe. She started to travel out since her 21st birthday because she felt like an outcast in her own tribe. She'd be on the road in her own buddy bug van for a few years.

Meanwhile Birch is the only son of Rosiepuff, a huge sweetheart, like a friendly bear with big warm hugs and is a good protector. He was a friend of King Peppy, one of his right hand men! Birch's greatest talent was balancing safety with fun times and parties.

When Birch and Impala met, it really was love at first sight, no matter how corny it sounded. Birch never met a troll as cool as Impala, and Impala thought Birch was incredibly adorable and handsome. So they started to talk and Impala slowly joined the Pop Tribe. Due to her aesthetic, King Peppy thankfully wasn't so set on pushing her away due to being Rock.

Birch and Impala became the most flashy couple in Pop tree village, everyone knew them, and Impala's music sounded familiar yet unique, new and addicting. Becoming trapped in absolute vibes and comforting flows of psychedelic music.

Birch and Impala got married and of course had more than enough love to share with kids they wanted, so they started having them. JD being the first obvi 🤭 here's each of the BroZone kids' dynamics with their parents

I'll stop here for now :3

[skibasyndrome]

Wilmon💜

"I can't get the water to turn warm"

best friends on a weekend getaway together? what could go wrong?

"I can't get the water to turn warm." Wille whips around, turning towards Simon, the stack of clothes he just lifted out of his suitcase still in hand. And almost drops it, when he gets a good look of his friend. Wille swallows hard, deliberately not focusing on the white hotel towel slung low around his waist. He can do this. He fucking promised himself he could get through this weekend get-away without making an idiot out of himself. And so he takes what he hopes is an innocuous breath. "Should I go and ask at reception, or- ," Wille tries, but Simon interrupts him with an exasperated sigh. It's only then that Wille notices that both of his arms, now crossed in front of his chest, are still wet. And he really doesn't need to keep thinking about the fact that, if he hadn't been interrupted, Simon would now be standing in that shower, naked, only the thin bathroom door between them. Wille doesn't know when things changed and Simon's nakedness became a thing he consciously noticed and felt some kinda way about, but somehow, with Simon very exposed while Wille isn't, it's difficult not to notice. He quickly averts his eyes, brings them back up to level with Simon's. "I mean, I can't figure out all the shower controls in there," Simon says and lifts a hand up to run through his curls. "There are way too many buttons on that thing," he complains, and Wille huffs a laugh at his pout. He knows the line of thought is dangerous, and he really should try to stop thinking about his best friend this way, but Simon is cute when he's frustrated. "And...," he adds, impatiently gesturing toward the bathroom door he left open, like Wille isn't following. Which, maybe, he isn't. "A good friend, aware of his own unnecessarily extravagant hotel choices, would help me figure that shit out." Oh. Wille quickly nods, and before he can come up with a snarky thing to retort, Simon turns on his heels and stalks back into the bathroom. Which is fine, totally, there's nothing wrong with being in the bathroom with a barely covered up Simon. Nothing at all. And there is nothing wrong with Simon leaning back against the sink, arms stretched out behind him as he watches Wille. Fucking watches him, one side of his mouth curled up in amusement, probably thoroughly entertained by the fact that Wille himself hits the wrong button a couple of times. Just as he's about to give up and offer to go ask at the reception desk after all, he feels the spray hitting his forearms get warmer and warmer. So at least he now gets bragging rights over figuring the shower out before Simon did. "It's not that complicated," he starts, a blatant lie, "you just need to -" When he turns back around, Simon is right in front of him, a lot closer than he was earlier, a lot closer than Wille ever remembers him being, at least in this state of undress. He might be imagining things, but it feels like he can feel the heat coming off of Simon even through his own shirt. Involuntarily, he swallows again.

"I, I can..." There's definitely enough space in the bathroom, definitely enough space so that either of them can take a step back just fine, but Wille feels rooted in place. When he watches Simon's eyes drop to his lips, just for the fraction of a second, his pulse is hammering heavily in his ears. "I'm going to let you, leave you to..." Fuck, he can't control the stammering, feels like an idiot, like the most embarrassing person that's ever lived like- Simon's hand is on his arm suddenly. Warm and gentle, fingers sprawling across Wille's bicep. He's going to die. He's losing his mind. Because why is Simon tugging on Wille's arm, pulling it towards him? Wille holds his breath, doesn't dare make a move, lets Simon pull him even closer. When his fingertips first make contact with the warm, soft skin of Simon's waist, Simon's eyes slip closed for a moment, like on accident. Nothing about this makes sense, none of it, but the single touch, the contact of his fingers and the skin of the man he's touched a million times before, courses through Wille's body like lightning. When Simon carefully presses down on his biceps, Wille mimics him, takes a hold oh his waist. Eyes glued to Simon's face, he watches him lick his lips. The words that make it out of the beautiful mouth that Wille desperately wants to latch onto are barely more than a whisper. "You can stay."

Hiiiii, thank you so so so so so much for this fun little prompt and very sorry for only writing this now!! I hope you enjoyed it hihi yes safdgkjfd I know, I might be a little rude for giving all this tension without resolve recently dsfakdghf sorryyyyy 💜💜💜

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I'll write you 5(+) more

[askchilchuck]

I love your sarcasm, I would love to work a dungeon with you, maybe if you ever need another set of eyes.

Thanks, but I’m actually retired.

[supernaturalkickparty]

sam giving birth to dean jr in the backseat of the Impala wishing his brotherhusband was with him. yeah it is alright. totally dont wanna rip my heart out of my chest 😔✌️

Wow ok too damn early for this🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Sam still has a few weeks to go and he's been taking a look at different houses, a bunker isn't a place to raise a child and there's too many memories tied to the bunker.

He's a few towns away from Lebanon, he has a few houses on the list, one in particular is his favorite. Nice backyard, spacious for him and their his son.

He's on the road when the first contraction hit.

He tells himself it's Braxton Hicks and that he just needs to get some water and to walk it off for a bit. The problem is that he's about an hour away from the next town.

He pulls over when he gets another strong contraction, decides to walk around the car, and his water breaks.

Sam calls 911 and let's them know how far away he is and how close his contractions are.

He's hoping that he'd make it to the hospital, he's hoping Dean would have been here to be part of this moment.

All he has is the family car, and a shirt from Dean he's been using as a security blanket. It still smells like him.

He's in the backseat since it has the most room and he's trying his best to hold it together but the contractions are too close together and there's no way in hell this baby is waiting for paramedics to get here.

It's another few minutes and he feels he has to push, he isn't sure why his labor is progressing this quickly and at the moment he hates Dean for not letting him try to bring him back. They could have but he knows deep within his heart if he had brought him back, it would be another world ender.

He gets his jeans off and bears down and pushes, after three pushes Dean Junior is out and a very strong crier.

Sam wraps him up in Dean's old shirt and he calms instantly.

Dean couldn't physically be here, but maybe he was in another way for them.

[thebeautyofspn]

10x06 Ask Jeeves

[your-unfriendlyghost]

ur fav old car 3 2 1 go

THANK you for asking this is gonna be so fun (for me. And hopefully you. Idk if everyone else really wants to hear this but that’s their problem now)

It’s a tough question tho, ‘cuz there’s so many I like that it’s hard to say! Here’s a few in no particular order- but again I like a lotta old cars so it’s not gonna be an exhaustive list

(also btw none of the pics here are mine lol- every time I see a classic car I like irl, I always seem to be driving myself so I never can get good pics 😭)

The late 50s T-bird (I’m not crazy about the color of this one but hey it’s still really cool- dig the porthole window in the back)

2. The ‘67 Impala (fun dumb fact about me- I carry a toy impala in my school bag. When I get bored in class I take it out and either try to draw it or roll it at my friends to bug them)

3. Some early ���70s Datsuns! These are harder for me to classify ‘cuz the models are given numbers, not traditional names, and I don’t always do so good with numbers lol. I think this one’s a ‘72 240C. But w/ these it’s not so much a specific model I like- I just like the vibes of most of the ones that look like this. (I saw one sorta like this one at a motor show once, I wish I had gotten a better picture- but I didn’t so take this one I found online lol)

4. The ‘58 Plymouth Fury- Very “Christine”, I know, but I can’t help it, she’s such a great lookin car holy hell. Plus I liked Plymouth furies before I knew they had anything to do with Stephen King ok (Funnily enough, a week or so before I wound up reading “Christine”, I saw one of these in a Dairy Queen parking lot. Me and my buddy got so hyped about it that I momentarily forgot that my kid brother had just dropped his melting cherry dipped cone directly onto my shorts)

Okay, that’s probably enough for now because tbh I’ve been having so much fun thinking about this that I’m about half an hour late for working out- There’s a lot more old cars that I adore and could ramble on about for hours, but I’d better wrap this up before I get more late/it gets too long lol. Thanks so much for asking!!

(And sorry to all y’all who follow me for art lol- what can I say, I may like to draw but I am still a teenage dude… I’m ✨multifaceted ✨)

[fandom-hoarder]

What's your favourite headcanon of something that happened in the Impala?

Ha, surprise surprise, my immediate answer is (weecest) gritty no-boundary teenchester backseat sex education 👀

Covert masturbation/mutual masturbation in the backseat while they're still figuring their dicks out. Playing with condoms like balloons when the one school that does sex ed sends a few Trojans home in their baggies of sponsored deodorant/hygiene products and std pamphlets. Grossing each other out with the slimy, pre-lubed ones.

Sam spying on Dean making out with his date at the drive-in, after Dean kicks tag-along Sam out of the backseat to go play at the playground and let them watch Hatchet Man in peace. Sam losing his virginity to Dean the night their latest high school's prom is happening.

And, of course, when Dean becomes the driver, Sam loves to tease him and see how far Dean will let him go before pulling over.

But also:

Wincest or not, Dean has definitely made Sam hold an empty bottle up to his dick so he could piss while driving.

[giggly-squiggily]

I get so blushy and squirmy about getting t-tickled, I, for some reason, headcanon that Baji from Tokyo Revengers gets the same way, but he also has a sensitive tummy, so when he's annoying one of them will sit on him and just drum their fingers on his tummy and watch him giggle and laugh, it even cuter when after awhile he starts to hiccup.

AHUH-

WHOA-

YOU CAN’T JUST- YOU CAN’T JUST COME IN HERE AND DROP SUCH PERFECTION ON ME LIKE THAT??? (Please continue to do so I love it so much 😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰)

LEE!BAJI!! *screeches* Oh my lord YES! He plays such a mean ler but if anyone even jokingly tries to poke him in the belly or wiggle fingers at it he gets so fidgety?? Arms across his torso, half bent over and turning away with a blush and a giggly “stahahp!” IT’S SO WHNZNWNSN 😍😍😍😍 He only really gets like that with people he trusts- you try to do that to him outside them and he’ll slap your hand away and give you a scary look like a dog ajnxnsnsnsn

Oh goodness I can totally see Chufuyu or Mitsuya (and Kazutora) doing this; Baji likes to mess with them the most cause #TheBoys until one or all three are just “THATS IT!” And it’s game time. It usually results in a struggle but they eventually get him down and play their little drummer song against his belly and he’s DECEASED! Done- giggly and blushy and hiding in his hair cause he just can’t handle it whsnnwnsns

THE HICCUPS AHHH! They’re so rare? First time Chufuyu heard them he was on top of the world for days! No one believed him when he told them about Baji’s hiccups until Draken got fed up with said long haired dork and tickled them out of him ahxnnwnxnsnx Now whenever he’s acting up they’re just: “Get him, Fuyu!” And it’s ON!

Sometimes Mikey will jokingly try to pick people up off the ground from behind all “I’m so strong!” (He is- just like- height differences and physics make it kinda difficult hwnznwndn) but with Baji he’ll intentionally wiggle his fingers into his belly when he goes to grab him just to set him off wjdnwnnxne He might get tossed over Baji’s shoulder but it’s worth the occasional bruise qjsnnsnsns

Thank you for sharing friend this made me SO SOFT! 😍😍😍

[antisocialpyromaniac]

Hey psst, do you write? If so, what have you written? Whats your favorite story/something else you've made?

Thanks for the ask! I don’t really write. I have ideas that sometimes become head cannons but otherwise they usually get lost in the transition to paper. Or if they do get written I commonly despise it and end up deleting it. I do hope to write a fic soon, I’m not sure what if though. My favourite head cannon I’ve made is a Supernatural one about, as a quick summary, Dean telling Baby all his secrets, fears, or just plain old talking to it. This leads to some interesting situations (Baby accidently spilling Deans secrets, for example his crush on Cas) when Baby is hit with a curse turning it human. Hope that counts.

:)

[willesredlights]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

Thank youuuu!🥹💜

A wilmon hug for you🫂

[rmu-vincent]

do you have a favorite car

With all of the car-accident-related inquiries lately, I doubt that I have something positive to say about vehicles in general. Not that I consider the matters those people tried to prove to me plausible, just that it is better to be safe than sorry.

However, if I had to provide you with an answer, I would say that, despite not having a single favourite vehicle model, I prefer vintage cars over modern ones, as they are easier to control manually and are just more convenient than their newer counterparts; additionally, their appearance suits my tastes better.

[skibasyndrome]

Wilmon💜

"Do you think they heard that?"

cw: slightly nsfw, tent shenanigans. again, a throat... sounds.... 👀 if voice kink is a thing then Wille might have a light not so light case of it

"Do you think they heard that?" Simon's whisper is hoarse, the nervous giggle he follows it up with breathless, and Wille is once again overcome with affection. He can't help but start drawing a small pattern onto the skin of Simon's still quickly rising and falling chest. So warm under Wille's fingertips, so beautifully pliable. Wille never wants the moment to end and shifts to pull Simon even closer, one hand on his hips, one on his chest. Simon must be scared he's pulling away, because with an arm shooting behind him he's grabbing a hold of Wille's waist. "Stay," he pleads, so small and quiet that Wille can barely reconcile it with the loud moans of just a few moments ago. Wille presses closer, always closer, because he could never deny Simon a wish, let alone one so sweet and soft and breathtakingly earnest. There's a small groan when they shift closer, but Simon soon settles against Wille, on him, still around him. Wille wants to drink in every little sound that leaves his beautiful mouth. "I think we'll be fine," Wille says, instead of answering the question, and presses a kiss against the side of Simon's neck. Realistically, if they are still awake, Ayub and Rosh probably heard something. He hopes they didn't, but it's quiet out in the woods at this time of night. And Simon's never been particularly great at keeping it down, one of those many things about him that Wille loves, cherishes even, wouldn't want to change a thing about. But it really isn't all that convenient when they're somewhere with people just a wall away. And especially if the wall in question only consists of tent fabric. Simon throws his head back against Wille, damp curls dragging over Wille's cheek, and quietly groans again. "I'm sorry...," he mumbles, and presses his warm cheek against Wille's. "Sorry for... being a lot..." And that? Simon thinking he's wrong for not holding back? Wrong for gifting his sweet sounds to Wille? For letting Wille hear that voice in all its facets? That just won't do. Like by its own volition, his hand starts trailing upwards, away from the center of Simon's chest and towards his neck. He can hear Simon's breath hitch when his fingers first make contact with his Adam's apple. Can feel it move under the pads of his fingers. "Don't be sorry," Wille whispers into their quiet little space. "Please, don't be sorry, baby." He shifts his hand, extends his fingers, fits them around Simon's neck. There's no pressure there, no grip, he just cradles the column of Simon's throat in his palm. Cradles it like it's the most precious thing about him, it might as well be, hopes Simon can feel a fraction of his adoration through the soft touch. "No?," Simon whispers, almost imperceptibly moving back against Wille, trying to get ever so slightly closer, settling into the hold Wille has on him. "No," Wille whispers back. The sudden shift in atmosphere is letting a new heat course through him, one that he's sure Simon must feel as well. "You liked it?" Simon asks, voice low, but oh, Wille can feel the vibrations of his throat against his palm, feels like he's not only caressing his skin, but caressing his voice as well. He hums, deep in his throat, tightens his grip, just so, just a little, just enough for Simon to notice and feel that Wille loved it, that Wille loves him, that Wille loves that voice and all the ways in which it drives him crazy. Simon's moan tells him that he feels it, that he knows.

sdafghdflkghfdgl WELL HELLO! Don't ask, I guess I'm still firmly in camping redemption land, hehe. I hope you enjoyed this and I wanna thank you for the awesome prompt!!!! 💜💜💜

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I'll wrie you 5(+) more!

[winchestersickness]

What's your favourite headcanon of something that happened in the Impala?

Hiiiii <3 thank you for sending me this!

I've just watched Swan Song for the first time, and the Impala montage is the part that fucked me up the most. The line "they were never, in fact, homeless" destroyed me and put me back together. So I think I'll say something soft, that my favorite headcanon with the Impala is how much it functioned as a home for two kids who grew up on the road, jostled from case to case. How they probably learn to fall asleep with the rock station in the background, lulled by her motor. How many games of "I spy" they've played with the great plains or the rocky mountains or the fields rolling by. How much pride Dean felt in teaching Sam how to drive (even though I'm sure Sam learned how to drive at like, 12), and how ecstatic Sam felt whenever he was riding shotgun, and not in the backseat (much to say about this. Anyway.) The fact that when Dean put her back together he stuck a toy soldier in the astray and a piece of lego in the ventilation, same way you'd hang your favorite posters and photos in all your apartments in the course of your life. In all that uncertainty and sorrow and instability the two of them managed to create a home for themselves, and to carry it with them, always. Even when they had nothing, when they were cut off from the world, when the only certainty was the monsters lurking in the woods, in the cities, in every street and in every bar, they had each other, and they had their Baby ❣️

[s0fter-sin]

we all know dean wears john’s jacket after he takes it from his hotel room in the pilot. but i completely forgot we also see him wear it to school in the flashback episode in s4, where he’s fronting like mad and feeling like just as much of an outsider as sam

which means he’s always used it as a comfort item. which means john let him wear it and knew, at least on some level, that it helped him. he let him wear it enough that dean doesn’t hesitate to grab it in the pilot when he needs the comfort

but more importantly, john leaves it behind for dean to find

he could’ve taken it with him when he dropped the woman in white hunt (he takes all his other gear, weapons and clothes), but he leaves it on the coat rack where dean could easily find it. he knew he’d be gone for a long time, if not outright suspecting that he’d die going after the yellow-eyed demon, and he deliberately leaves the jacket behind for dean to find comfort in

[desire-mona]

SHE HAS ARRIVED WITH HER NEW NECKLACE!!! i realized we had macaroni and i was like. yes.

moni macaroni. shes gorgeous. ill love her forever

[thebeautyofspn]

10x06 Ask Jeeves