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kitskiis · 7 months ago
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What I am gathering from current fandom discussion
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ghosted-jazz · 7 months ago
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Soldier, Poet, Kings
Bonus wallpaper version with just Joel:
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imonaskypecallmom · 7 months ago
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THE CAR 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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mimefish · 7 months ago
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nevermind everyone winner's symbolism cancelled. we cannot have another scar earth/mercury/comet situation again. I vote we all lay down our weapons and join hands in peace and accept that the one true symbol for Joel is the Car. wherever he goes whatever flavour of symbols you particularly enjoy. Car. Just Car. Because it would be really funny
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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 7 months ago
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Plymouth Barracuda Paint Chip Replica, 1970. Plymouth's Rapid Transit System brochure featured a striped Barracuda showing all 25 available colors. This was in part to emphasise that the Barracuda was available in a greater variety of colors than Ford's Mustang. In 2016 Tim Wellborn of the Wellborn Muscle Car Museum in Alexander City, Alabama created a replica of the 1970 Rapid Transit Cuda using a vinyl wrap to create the multi-colored effect
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stars-inthe-sky · 2 months ago
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if there's solid ground below
It's been five years, but I wrote a whole fic this week thanks in no small part to the singular @iphyslitterator!
[Cross-posted to AO3]
“H—hey, Tommy?”
Tommy startles and bangs his head on the hood of his truck, recovering fast enough that none of the oil he was nearly done changing spilled but not so fast that it would have escaped Evan’s notice. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just surprised,” he says, grabbing for a spare rag to wipe his hands on. “Hi.”
“Got a sec?” Evan rocks onto the balls of his feet and back again, hands shoved deep in the pockets of a hoodie that, in southern California in May, it should really be too warm for. But he runs cold, and the layers always have the added bonus of making Tommy want to rip them off in some kind of Pavlovian response.
Had. Last summer, they’d had that effect. This summer was shaping up differently.
Evan tilts his head, a little quizzical, and Tommy realizes he’s been frozen in place for a few beats too long, dazedly dragging the rag between his fingers.
“Sorry, yeah, go ahead.” He glances down at the car, which hasn’t moved, then back at Evan, who’s still rocking but who looks, Tommy’s now realizing, noticeably lighter than he has in a while—certainly since the funeral, but maybe even more so than that night in the bar all those weeks ago. His smile is far too small, but it’s there. “Although if you need another helicopter, I’m gonna have to start charging you at some point.”
“That’s okay, I heard your fees are competitive,” he chirps, and if his grin isn’t yet lethal, it’s shifted to shit-eating. Which, for Tommy, is lethal anyway, and Evan knows it. “But no, I just…just wanted to talk this time. For real, for once.”
Oh. “Okay…?”
“You can keep doing whatever you were doing; I know you like to have something to do with your hands.”
“Uh, thanks.” He stuffs the rag in the back pocket of his jeans and fishes the oil canister out of his car’s innards. This might be easier without eye contact. “What’s up?”
“I’m taking a sabbatical from the LAFD,” Evan says. Tommy freezes again, more of a twitch than a full stop, and makes himself continue the actual task at hand. “Three months. Mostly thanks to an insane amount of unused PTO, because I realized I kinda haven’t taken a vacation that wasn’t just medical leave in like…ever. And I need a break, you know, after everything? Like, I spent a bunch of my twenties driving around, odd jobs and stuff, and the world is—is so much bigger than the firehouse, or this city, and…yeah.  I think I need that space for a bit. Just got it approved today. And then I came here.”
He pauses for breath, and Tommy stares unseeing at some perfectly intact wiring he could reconnect by touch alone if asked. “That’s great they’re letting you do that, Evan. I’m sure it’ll be good for you. How’d the others take it?”
There’s a little sigh. “I haven’t told them yet. Battalion chief said I’d always have a job to come back to, but they couldn’t hold my spot indefinitely. Depends on the new captain and how they want to staff up. Makes sense, obviously, so.” His sniffle is nearly inaudible, but Tommy’s never been able to tune out Evan’s frequency.
He gives up on the car, closing the hood with a quiet click and resuming with the rag, even though his hands aren’t especially dirty. “Never thought you’d voluntarily leave the 118.”
“I know, right?” Evan’s mouth twitches, and it’s not quite a smile now, but there’s something genuine growing back. “I mean, I guess I might not be, but. Things change, and it’s…time, maybe. I’m doing this, in any case. I—I—I just need to clear my head for a while. Go visit Minnesota, never been there, but then…I don’t know, maybe touch the Atlantic Ocean again. Camp out in some national parks. Go see the sky in Montana—it’s so big, Tommy, I’ve never seen anything like it, not since those years, and the last couple of months…it’s like the smog is just in everything right now, you know?”
Tommy nods. He can relate, despite how often he gets to soar above the chokehold of Los Angeles; smoke is smoke, and heat still rises. “I get it. So…this is goodbye, then?” He swallows, bites his lip, stares down at his fingers and the rag still entwined in them.
“No!” Evan leans forward for a breath, arm lifting, but he seems to stop himself, like he’s remembering they don’t know where they stand with each other, if he’s allowed to grab Tommy’s shoulder. “No, no, I’m coming back. LA is still home, my—my stuff’s going into a storage unit next week, my sister and my niece are here, and the new baby—the job—no, yeah, I’m coming back.”
“That’s good,” Tommy muses. “So…”
“So, I wanted to ask—I—I—I’m asking if you’d maybe be up for thinking about coming with me.”
Tommy freezes so suddenly, and so thoroughly, that the rag drops to the ground. “You—you’re going on a three-month road trip to get away from it all, and you want me to come with you?”
“Yeah, I do,” Evan says softly, surely, ducking his head in that bashful way he pretends not to know is so damn effective. “I need a break from everything, and everyone—but you, you’re not everyone. I meant what I said about being together, before. I still mean it.” Tommy feels both arms drop to his sides, heavy and limp like emptied hoses, and the air jerks out of his lungs as his throat closes tight.
Evan plows ahead. “I—if—if you don’t want to, or you can’t swing it with work, or whatever—I get it, that’s why I’m asking and not—not telling you what to do. I don’t—even if you don’t come, I’d wait. And, and text or call, maybe? If you wanted to? Even if it’s just as friends, my life is always better when you’re in it. Kinda hoping that goes both ways here.”
Tommy croaks, “And when you get tired of me before we hit Reno?”
“I won’t,” he says, no hesitation. Tommy’s slack face must do something, because he repeats, “Tommy, I won’t. I won’t. I just want time with you, more time, all the time. I want to try again, so, so bad. And if we fight, we can talk, and not just think the worst, and keep going, be—because I want to eat crappy gas station food with you and not think about the inside of a gym for weeks. I want to drive out somewhere where it feels like we’re the only people on the planet, and fuck in the back of your truck, and then figure out a map that’s older than either of us because there’s no cell service. Maybe rent a chopper in Montana so we can see that sky up close—there’s, there’s so many stars, and you’re the only person I’d want to see them with like that. I want to be locked in a moving vehicle with you all day, except for bathroom stops, and see your face when you realize it’s been 16 hours and we still have more to talk about, and we’ll just keep going, because I’m never gonna get tired of you.”
He pauses and swallows thickly, and Tommy can’t look away. For all that Evan Buckley wears his heart on his sleeve so easily for anyone to see, actually opening it up and offering to hand it over to someone else—that’s still work. “So—that’s what I came to say. That’s what I want. J—just think about it. No rush, I’m not—I’ll wait. If it’s what you want. You…you get to want things, too. So. Yeah.”
Evan nods to himself, rubs the back of his neck, and turns to walk back to his car, parked on the street. Tommy has to move, has to say something, but the soles of his boots are melting, fused to the cement of the driveway, his throat is still closed, and Evan—Evan is walking away.
Tommy wants things, too.
He forces a breath, in and out, on a four-count, licks his lips, and asks, “When do we leave?”
Evan radiates a warmth that scatters out, tangible and visible like a sunrise before he even turns around, beaming. “I was thinking a few weeks after the baby comes, but—but—yeah?”
“Yeah, I, uh, I could chase some stars over the Rockies. With you.” Tommy’s insides unknot, and the life rushes back into his limbs. “And the rest, too. I noticed it’s my truck in this scenario?”
Suddenly Evan is in front of him, closer than they’d managed even that morning after, pressed gently against him from chest to knees, arms winding around his waist. “Much more cargo space. Very practical. And I kinda thought you might be in the same boat, you know, with the unused vacation. Maybe enough seniority to hang onto your spot.”
“Probably, yeah, they generally…” He doesn’t even know how that sentence might have ended, has rarely thought about anything more than a long weekend away, but then Evan’s kissing him, deep and slow and sweet like they might already be the only people on the planet. His warmth flashes over through Tommy, nerve by nerve, until he’s lit up and burning, flammable in places he’d spent months trying to forget this man could expose.
When Evan pulls back, it’s with Tommy’s face between his hands, his relief and hope palpable. Like life might go on, like the world might really be bigger, could even be better, sometimes, than it had been.
“Let’s go,” he whispers, so close and so quiet that Tommy can feel each syllable rumble against his skin, tires steady on a gravel road away from this scene and toward the next.
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muzsmocsing · 10 months ago
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This is a formal apology for everyone I called a liar a scammer and a trickster for telling me bingqiu is on some freak shit. I'm not even 60 pages into book 2 and my guy has already been choked and force fed spooky demon blood.
I'm sorry for doubting y'all 🙏
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aulirwis · 1 year ago
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Yes, that is the only song in it
Audio on the final page is Worst Beat Ever Created by DistantCry
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moeblob · 1 month ago
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It's like wishing for a second genie and the second genie gives you three more wishes. Should be illegal! But now I'm the proud owner of a Mystery Shirt so.
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tazzakazza · 9 months ago
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worlds laziest colour job
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sunderwight · 11 months ago
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Modern AU Shen Yuan blushing bright red and avoiding eye contact while trying to hide half of his face with one hand. His other hand is holding a leash that's connected to a dainty collar being worn by an insufferably smug Luo Binghe.
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7empesticide · 5 months ago
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saw au where everything is the same except hoffman isnt an apprentice hes just really fucking weird so strahm is stalking this regular ass guy
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wheelsgoroundincircles · 23 days ago
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Suspensions
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unmaskingdisability · 1 year ago
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Cars are a form of mobility aid! Your solarpunk future has to include space for people who still need cars.
Who need to arrive to a parking spot right outside the building ,and not have an alternative of walking a mile if that One Spot is full. Who need safe places to decompress or change medical equipment, who are immunocompromised and risk major health complications from the wrong crowded bus. Who get so overstimulated/in pain/exhausted walking around town that they can't attend the actual event otherwise. Who need space for their medical equipment/backup mobility aids/service dog.
We absolutely need a world where Public transit and walkable cities are the default! And!! There has to be room for disabled people and our needs in your revolution!
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notsofrozt · 2 months ago
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An angsty QiJiu idea I had a while ago (is it basically a shameless rip-off of a NaruSasu fic I read? Yes)
YQY goes on a mission to a remote area in the borderlands and stops near a mysterious lake. Despite being close to the demon lands, the water is crystal clear, and the plants are lush, perhaps too vividly so. When he gets closer to investigate, a strange reflection appears on the surface, and he falls inside... But instead of feeling the coldness, he wakes up in his bed, on the peak, as if nothing had happened.
Except it looks wider, less empty, with a couple of vases of blooms and green details everywhere that indicate the presence of someone else in the space. Someone whose tastes he is familiar with.
His body is also lighter, the hum of his soul-bonded sword no longer resonating in his skull.
YQY knows there's something wrong, and he needs to get out of there; he's no fool after all. But a sweet "Qi-ge, you woke up late today" greeting him as soon as he steps out the door makes his resolution crumble like wet paper.
He knows is some sort of trap and he has to leave, but maybe, just maybe, he can stay a little bit longer. He is strong. He can spare a few more seconds just once...
I was inspired (very, very inspired... It is basically just ripping the plot, what can I say) by a Naruto fic, although in this case instead of killing its victim with drowning, the lake would drain their qi until the prey dies, keeping them underwater to feed their small ecosystem amid hostile lands, and thus attracting more victims.
But, YQY overestimated the lake's strength. The fake SQQ is so real, so warm, the poison missing behind the snarky remarks just enough to not feel hollow. He still tries to leave, but days go by, and he finds no way out.
Even knowing that he doesn't deserve any of that tenderness or smiles, the domesticity of everyday life ends up making him lose touch with reality, making him dip into this ideal life with a Xiao-jiu whom he did not fail.
Outside his happy ending/fluff fanfic, people start wondering what happened, and they manage to trace him back to that lake. The search party urgently summons several peak lords, including SQQ, because there is no visible way to get YQY out of the bottom of the lake. And despite YQY's strong spiritual power, he is getting consumed.
In the fic Sasuke believes he died and this is a kind of afterlife where he can be happy with Naruto, but I think here YQY knows that he is dying, and under the lake's influence he ends up fully believing that the person that matter to most to him won't miss him at all, so he decides to embrace the fantasy completely, even if it means death.
The lake sometimes shows flashes of the events happening inside. While everyone is still running in circles, SQQ approaches just to see YQY be all sad with fake!SJ, actually confessing about the caves and the nature of his sword (the only thing left in his chest before he dies). The reflection goes back to normal as soon as fake!SJ "I love you" back.
With (fake) Qijiu's first and last kiss, all the peak lords feel YQY's qi disappear, and SJ is left mourning for another broken promise, the last one...
Except there is no way he is letting YQY just die like that, in the arms of a fake. If he is going to mumble a half-ass apology like that, it better be to his real face!! Panicking and enraged, SJ jumps into the lake to rescue him, even if he knows YQY is too deep in, just to do something. To try to go back to him, like now he knows YQY tried to do all those years ago.
He barely makes it underwater before the other peak lords drag him back to shore, fearing that the lake would claim him as well.
Except the lake did claim him.
A very confused, wet and freshly transmigrated SY is the one that comes back out in SQQ's body.
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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 8 months ago
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Subaru Elten Custom Concept, 1999. A prototype hybrid kei-car that was presented at the 33rd Tokyo Motor Show. In addition to the 658cc 4 cylinder engine there were two electric motors and an i-CVT gearbox (Subaru Hybrid Power System - SHPS). Though Subaru said it represented "a new vision for the 21st century" the Elten never made it into their showrooms
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