#cam stone

[unproduciblesmackdown]

and 2 trans 2 furious physical reprinting available for preorder

[nothingunrealistic]

gotta be 16. ghosts from the past for cam and vienna lol. nicheties

16. ghosts from the past

It’s pretty typical for Cam to come into the garage and see Vienna’s legs sticking out from under someone else’s broken-down car. Not so typical when it’s a car they’ve never seen before that looks like a PT Cruiser went undercover in the 1950s and into anaphylaxis.

“Did you get milk?” Vienna says, voice muffled by the two tons of hideous metal directly over her face. “We’re almost out.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Cam elbows the Jaguar’s door shut, their hands full with groceries and the poster tube. “When did we bring that in, and also, what the hell is it?”

“It’s a Hurtan. Retro custom coachbuilder. Like Morgan.”

“Looks more like Mitsuoka. What’s this one, the Hurtan My-Eyes?”

“Very funny. It’s an Author. And I think it’s gorgeous.” Cam can hear Vienna getting all dewy-eyed staring at the undercarriage. “I thought you’d be pleased that I’m working on a car from this century.”

“Oh, sure. But mostly I’m wondering if I towed it here in my sleep.”

“Well,” Vienna hedges, which is always a bad sign. “You know we referred that guy with the Prius to Sebastian’s place —”

“I remember.” Flushing the repair fee down the toilet would have been less painful.

“Well, he got this in last night and offered to hand it off to us in exchange. Towed it here this morning.”

Of course this all happened while they were out of the house. Awesome. Fantastic. Nothing but gratitude for the boundless gifts of Sebastian fucking Miro. “How generous.” Cam puts down the grocery bag. They’d planned to hang the poster up once Vienna was back in the house, but since they’re already arguing…

“Don’t be a sore winner, Cam,” Vienna says. “This is good for us. Better than — what are you doing?”

“Putting up a poster.” Or they will be, once they find the Blu Tack. “I stopped by Verkerke on the way back.” There it is, under a set of Allen wrenches, though it belongs with the other adhesives and they know they put it back last time.

Vienna rolls out from under the car just as Cam shakes the poster loose from the tube and lets it unfurl. Her face says it all. “Again? Really?”

“I don’t see the problem,” Cam lies. Vienna’s problem is with the bottom third of the poster, captioning the neon pink and gold sunset MIAMI DREAM in equally bold letters. It’s a miracle she hasn’t torn down the Miami Beach poster they put up last month. “I like having reminders of home.”

“And I don’t want those reminders advertising our former home to whoever walks into our garage.”

“Come on, V. Even if posters proved anything, which they don’t, everyone we meet knows we’re American, and they’ve probably noticed that we wear jackets when it’s seventy degrees out.” Vienna’s staring at the poster like she’s trying to burn a hole through it telepathically. Cam sets it down on the nearest workbench. “Miami’s a big place. No one’s going to tie us back to one race that went wrong. And our whole lives were there. All the good times. You can’t let one night completely overwrite that.”

“I don’t think I have a choice,” Vienna says grimly. “You’re lucky you do.”

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[kirakewpie]

im holding my phone at a different angle in each of these photos don’t think about it too much

(they/them)

[horrorlesbians]

it's pink, momma

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

Harry is at a Quidditch game, and he’s having a dreadful time. There should be some universal rule that negates this possibility. It’s Quidditch, he’s Harry – it’s the perfect pairing. He should be watching the Wimbourne Wasps crush the Ballycastle Bats and munching on some delightful treacle Sugar Sweeps while enjoying his first date in months.

Except they only have the licorice-flavoured Sugar Sweeps.

Except his team is losing horrendously.

Except his date – Jeanine, or Jeannie; something with a J – is more interested in flirting with anyone other than him. She’d tried to catch the eye of the unfairly attractive man sitting on Harry’s other side for a good twenty minutes. When she made no progress, her attention shifted to orchestrating a threesome with her friend and Draco. Rude.

(And no matter how far they’ve come from the bitter rivalry of their youth, Harry still hates to lose to Mal– Draco. He’d feel worse about that if the other man didn’t feel the exact same way – and if the prat looked less bloody smug.)

This is the last time he lets the blond convince him to go on a blind double-date. Merlin, what was he thinking when he agreed to this?

The Wasps call a timeout to discuss strategy (not that it’s likely to help at this point) and that’s when the worst of it happens. Some genius decided Quidditch needed a kiss cam for the slower moments of a match. If Harry ever finds out who, he’s going to hex their toes off.

That’s the thought that runs through his mind as he sees himself and Jacqueline on each of the floating screens bobbing around the Quidditch stadium.

His eyes slide helplessly to the side, where Jasmine is already inching away from him. This is so bloody embarrassing. He can feel his cheeks redden in mortification and is sure his deer-in-the-headlights expression will be immortalised in tomorrow’s Daily Prophet.

He sure wishes he had a time turner – he’d go back to this morning and stay in bed the whole day.

He can hear laughter breaking out from the other spectators the longer the camera lingers on him. Why haven’t they moved on to another pair? Or at the very least shifted three feet to the right; Harry’s certain Jolene and her friend or Draco (or hell, all three, why not) would be happy to give the viewers a show.

And then he feels a tap on his left shoulder. 

It’s not that he’d forgotten about the extremely hot man sitting to his left. But the reminder of the human perfection to his side while this debacle unfolds kind of makes him want to stand up and leave. Or blow something up.

He turns to Mr. Sex-on-Legs and smiles weakly. The man returns his smile, and while it’s a little sharp, it’s not mocking. Hurray for small mercies.

“May I?” Unreasonably Handsome Stranger asks.

“Uh,” Harry replies eloquently. May he what? Harry swiftly decides he doesn’t need more details. This man could be asking for his kidney and as long as it makes this whole situation less painful, Harry’s on board. “Sure…?”

Unreasonably Handsome Stranger tilts Harry’s face up and swoops in. Harry can’t stop the confused squeak from leaving him – so much for less shameful – and then he’s being kissed within an inch of his life. Holy shite.

This is awesome.

Harry kind of forgets why this man is kissing him and what’s going on around him, because it doesn’t matter. The most gorgeous person he’s ever seen in real life is pressing his lips against Harry’s with intent, with skill – is that his tongue? All higher brain functions have ceased in order to enjoy this moment to the fullest.

When they finally pull back for air, Harry finds his hands are gripping the man’s collar and holding him close. He figures that’s fine, considering the man has one hand wound through Harry’s hair and the other is still cupping his jaw.

“Wow,” Harry breathes, brain still taking a break from thinking. The other man smirks knowingly at him, and Harry would probably take offence to that if the man’s perfectly formed cheekbones weren’t flushed pink, showing he’s not as unaffected as he might pretend to be.

“Er. I’m Harry.”

“Tom.”

“Nice to meet you, Tom.”

This makes Smokin' Hot Tom chuckle, which in turn makes his eyes crinkle up adorably. Oh bother – Harry might be in trouble.

He’s aware, peripherally, that someone behind him is aggressively clearing their throat. He only bothers to care about it when Tom shoots an unimpressed look at the source of the noise.

When Harry turns to follow Tom’s gaze, he comes face to face with an irate Julienne, her glaring friend, and Draco, who can’t seem to decide whether he’s impressed or pissed off.

He shrugs, grinning dopily. “It just isn’t going to work out, Josephine.”

She gives him a baleful look. “My name is Petra.”

Whoops. Not even close. “Sorry – Petra. Have fun with Draco and …your friend.”

He sends a teasing salute to Draco and starts dragging Tom towards the exit. Speaking of having fun – he’s sure they can find an alcove somewhere around here to continue what Tom started.

—

Harry’s picture is indeed in the Prophet the next day. But he supposes that’s only to be expected when he’s caught publicly snogging the visiting ambassador from the French Ministry of Magic.

[skrs-cats]

the adios sisters (and spotfur)

[dovalore]

fanart of @cecils-dragons’ deity redesigns! go check them out!

these are available to use on fr too if you’d like

[rarestdoge]

HIGH SCHOOL CAM WENT CRAZYYYY

ALSO THE FILE NAME APPEARING IN PEOPLE'S NOTIFS HEEEELP

[umbrellajamming]

New Teen Titans (Vol. 2) #10 - "He's like something out of a bad romance novel. Man, talk about your cornballs. Who writes his dialogue? Hallmark cards?"

Vic speaking my thoughts on Mr. Wing Man >_> and wow, they're sure having him pull overtime on the lampshading meta snark in this issue:

New Teen Titans (Vol. 2) #10 - "Why will the next Teen Titan hate her parents? Will we have to turn Titans Tower into Titans Hotel? These questions will be answered...in the next sickening segment of--"Daze Of Our Lives!" Same Bat time! Same Bat channel!"

[raindrvq]

maybe instead of fighting each other there should have just been a blunt rotation between the cliques. maybe jimmy should have thought abt that huh.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

excerpts from the Lambda Literary Award winning 2 Trans 2 Furious: an extremely serious journal of Transgender Street Racing Studies

[nothingunrealistic]

and a standalone fast & furious crossroads fic posted to tumblr first:

Kai’s figured out how to push Cam and Vienna’s buttons.

[createacamillahect]

camilla running her tongue up and down your clitoris in the same way she sucks palamedes off, focusing on your tip every now and then, lapping up your slit

[stanley-the-sniper]

Hello friend! I hope you do x reader stuff so if not you don’t have to bother lol. Can I have a headcanon where Ryusui has a “commoner” girlfriend. Like she’s not poor but she’s definitely not rich like Ryusui. Thank you! I hope your blog does well!

Nanami Ryusui with a "commoner" s/o!

Woow just seen this and already worked on it!! thank you so much!! hope it grasp at least the idea of what you asked for and sorry in advance if there is some inconsistency in the phrasing QwQ

He's thankful with his brother, why tho?

Welp as both web users and into the "geek" culture you meet the older Nanami first

I know this is a Ryusui headcanon, but bare with me a little

Befriending Sai was relatively easy, long chats about videogames and other hyperfixation went smoothly, and in no time both dared to call each other online friends.

By your interactions with Sai you learned some things about him and his life

First, he is part of the Nanami conglomerate, that explains the flamboyant ways of his brother, and all the things both make(that's the other thing too!)

Sai has a younger brother and sometimes he's being dragged by the latest, here and there

Sai isn't forced tho, and by now you guess is just his brothers ways to make some kind of brotherhood or sibling bonding

And then all the planets lined up and in one of those tremendous projects your presence was there for Ryusui to catch on

Now, he really is ambitious and cool

"I desire you"

You may not be a super genius like his brother, but you're his friend and also comfortable to be with

At first his direct speech and chivalrous touch made you a little fussy

Usually people don't express like that, with such honesty, real honesty, specially with the darling treatment

And he is serious about it

He knows, he has the upper hand when talking about wealthiness, and he squeeze that to get to know you better

It started as a hang out with your friend and his brother (Ryusui dragging you both to his desires)

Then it was just Ryusui taking you out to dates places where both can have fun and spend cool time together

He never cared about if you were a "commoner" as you said about yourself, for him that doesn't change the fact that yourself now, is what he wants

He just take that as a opportunity to show you the world

For real, he is ready to swarm you in endless of experiences and feelings that he may provide you

In the end, that's his love language, gift giving but in his flashy way

And if you are a little overwhelm, he to willing slow down for you

He's respectful with that, you can speak out your boundrings if something is really to much for you

What do you mean with taking you to dinner at the Eiffel tower and a stroll in Venice is too much for a date hang out?

Its okay then, we can go to a much calmer place like Fiji

By this point you both are an item, at first was him the one whom start up with the flirting, but you gain enough confidence (and obviously some liking) to fire back with the flirt

You may thought that the way he'll make it official would be in a Ryusui way, but no, he thought about it, but then, there isn't anything grand enough to express how much you mean for him

So he is casual and smooth

In a normal (by this point the places he took you became kind of normal) date (yes a official one) declares to you (more like proposing)

You swear this is the first time seeing him not so confident

[dwampyverse-tournaments]

There are too many episodes to seed. Please help me out (5)

[camyfilms]

EASY A 2010

Perhaps you should embroider a red A on your wardrobe, you abominable tramp.