glamoriized

[tokyo-chainsaw-dragon]

A rooster dashboard hula doll that I got in Hawai'i last summer.

[droptmastyx]

[frozen-waters]

modern rdr hcs

• when Sean gets up to go to the bathroom at night he doesn't turn on any lights and just stumbles around in the darkness

• Karen is a nail tech

• I know I said in my johnigail hcs that John would work at an auto shop but I’m starting to like the idea of him being a carpenter yk

• at cookouts Pearson is on grill duty and Sadie walks past him and critiques how he’s grilling the hamburger meat

• Mary-Beth is an Animal Crossing fan and plays with Tilly and Kieran

• Javier does that five second pause anytime he starts recording something

• Miss Grimshaw was Tilly's foster mom

• Tilly did soccer throughout school and Arthur was the official chauffeur for getting her to and from practice

• Mary-Beth always sleeps with two blankets and one big comforter and a heating pad

• the scariest movie Hosea ever watched was Jaws

• Mary-Beth and Karen buy vapes for each other and constantly switch with one another

• the bluetooth in Karens car can never work properly

• Mary-Beth fucking loves Chappell Roan

• Sean collects Burger King crowns

• Arthur grills his hot dogs, Charles boils them, John microwaves them

• Micah is under house arrest a lot

• Uncle sells fireworks

• Molly has a drivers license but never drives

• Molly also dressed kinda like Heather Mason from silent hill when she was a teenager

• John exclusively listens to Rob Zombie and Colter Wall

• Sadie does the bikini top + swim trunks combo

• Sean just normally wears swim trunks as normal shorts all year round

• -> Sean is also an avid flip-flop wearer and if hes not wearing those hes wearing some ratty old shoes

• Mary-Beth’s biggest fashion icon next to Chappell Roan is Draculaura from monster high and Daphne from scooby doo

• Sean has one of those little hula dancers on his dashboard

• Mary-Beth played volleyball in high school

• Karen does her makeup in the car

• the thing that keeps Mary-Beth up at night besides social media is her watching Shark Week

• Isaac has an unreasonably high score in subway surfers

• Charles has an old Sarabi dog named Taima (🤯)that he takes almost everywhere

• Lenny and Hosea do puzzles together

• the Marston daughter has those rubber band rainbow loom bracelets halfway up her forearms

• the Marston daughter also inherited Abigail's, Tilly's, and Mary-Beth's old Barbie dolls

[justsayun]

Pizza Problems

I know all marriages run into rough patches from time to time.  It could be something like money problems to differences in how to deal with the children.  Heck at one point the wife and I locked horns about this little Hula Dancing Dashboard Doll that I picked up at a yard sale and displayed in our car.  Just looking at her bouncing around made me smile.  Well, my wife hated it.  She was hula dancing for two weeks and then surprisingly I found her in a kitchen drawer.  My wife said she was putting her foot down about that little Hula Girl in the grass skirt who loved to dance.  To be honest to this day I get a little sad when I watch NCIS Hawaii.  Let's be honest we wouldn't appreciate the sunny days as much if we didn't have a few storms once in a while. Well, the wife and I have come upon something that is causing tension in our home.  The weird thing is this was something that I thought made our marriage stronger and now it's causing tension between us.  I can sum it all up in one word.  Pizza!  We used to go out as a family and get a couple of pizzas and laugh and share about our day.  Now as soon as we go to order I start to get that feeling like when the dentist is getting ready to give ya a novocaine shot.  I like cheese and pepperoni and I'm fine.  You want a couple of mushrooms on it or some tomatoes, even green peppers.  You do what makes you happy.  I can live with it. (I'm a pleaser.)  The kids have the same attitude about our pizza.  But over the past year, my wife's topping & cooking demands for her pizza have gone off the rail.  My children even look at me with hopeless expressions as they hear what their mom demands on the pizza.  We used to order two pizzas to enjoy as a family.   We still order two but only one the three of us enjoy and my wife demands her unusual pizza that no one will touch but her.  She'll have two slices and no one will touch the rest. (She'll say to her massive amount of leftover pizza.  "Honey, we'll take it home and you can take it to work for lunch tomorrow."  )  That's not gonna happen.  My dog even sticks her nose up in the air when offered a slice of my wife's pizza.  We went out the other night for pizza and as the waitress took our order my wife told her she wanted her pizza well done.  The waitress replied; "Oh don't worry we do all our pizzas really well.  My wife goes "No I want my pizza well done, as in I want the bottom of it cooked to where it's almost burned.  I want a crisp bite on my pizza."  The poor waitress was woozy as she left our table.  I asked my wife if every time we order pizza now it has to be a production.  I just want a simple cheese and pepperoni pizza.  I do not want a cauliflower crust.  No jalapenos, no goat cheese.  Please no sprouts or leafy things on the pizza.  Pizza should bring us closer not push us apart.  I've always believed pizza is the food of love and togetherness.  I've always thought that in the Garden of Eden if Eve would have had the option of a slice of pizza or the apple, she'd have taken the pizza.  My wife and I for our first date had pizza.  A plain cheese and pepperoni.  That's where the magic all started.  The other night when we were eating pizza and she had her crazy topping pizza I just looked at her and thought where is my cheese and pepperoni lady love at?  I'm hoping this is just a phase.  My children won't join me with an intervention because their mom spoils them too much so even though they agree with me they will not do anything to mess up the gravy train they have with their mother.  So as of right now I'm being patient praying my lady will eventually regain her pizza sanity.  But to help me through this tough time my Hula Dancing Dashboard Doll is going back up in the car.  

[karenlacorte]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Solar Hawaiian Hula Dancer Dashboard Doll.

[capiolumen]

Summer Solstice First Day of Summer 2018 iPhone6s+ Hipstamatic Photography   Original Photographers Photographers On Tumblr Lowy Lens, Big Easy Film, No Flash

[theraptorcage]

Our friend watches our cats whenever we go out of town and the only payment he ever demands is kitschy, useless souvenirs.

I'm so excited to deliver two of the most haunted dashboard hula dolls that will ever grace a dashboard.

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Hello! Can you please write some headcanons with Chop-Top getting married to his fem s/o? What would the wedding and married life be like together?

A/N: Chop-Top has always been my favorite of the Sawyer twins, so this was quite the fun challenge! This is my first time writing for this lad as well, so please feel free to ask for a redo!

Also, fun fact, as I was doing some research to refresh my memory of TCM 2, I found out that his actual name is Robert Sawyer ("Bobby" as a nickname). Fun stuff!

Chop-Top Marriage Hcs:

Proposal + Wedding:

With Chop-Top, it’s difficult to tell whether he was serious or not. With his slack-jawed grin and the strange, far-off look in his eyes, and his wild, borderline nonsensical ramblings, it’s hard to read what he’s thinking. However, from the way his wild-eyed gaze would light up and the way he shouts your name with unabashed excitement when he sees you-- it was clear he adored you.

So when he and Bubba had returned from their nightly joyrides, your boyfriend, gleefully baring crooked teeth into a wide grin, suddenly grabbed your wrist. You looked down to see Chop-top eagerly slip a ring onto your finger; a thin, simple gold wedding band that had a few flecks of blood scattered across its surface.

“Took it off some fish Bubba and me caught-- ‘thought it’d look better on my cute wifey.” He giggled like he told a hysterical joke before licking a stripe up your cheek.

After that incident, you notice your boyfriend has his gaze fixated on your ring finger a lot more. Each time you’d catch him with a wide, dopey grin and his pale cheeks flushed with a content pink. It’s oddly cute, seeing him so happy about it.

However, on the other hand, Chop-top becomes a lot more handsy, to put it lightly. The sight of you wearing his ring cements the whole relationship in his mind, and boy does it get him riled up. Poor Bubba and Drayton are stuck watching their pale brother act like a horny teenager.

It isn’t until Drayton walks in another one of Chop-top’s amorous bouts that he finally snapped and forced the two of you to make the marriage official. Not only to get a momentary respite from his horndog brother but also to quell his old-fashioned values.

Murderous cannibal he may be, Drayton grew up with some Christian values in him. Granted, he doesn’t uphold them as much nowadays, but he’s insistent regardless.

Originally, your husband-to-be wanted the wedding to feature a kaleidoscope of colorful fabrics and hard rock. However, Drayton nearly blew a blood vessel at the proposal at the idea, and Chop-Top (was forced to) settled for a white wedding instead.

The ceremony is small and quiet, but no less joyful. Grandpa, Bubba, and Nubbin’s corpse sit in the makeshift pew of lawn chairs while Drayton officiates. Chop-Top, adorned in Grandpa’s old wedding tuxedo, could hardly contain himself; he fidgets and laughs at poor times throughout Drayton’s reciting, much to the chagrin of the latter.

As soon as he hears “You may now ki-”, Chop-Top sweeps you into his arms as he slams his lips into yours. You could feel him smiling the entire time, even as Drayton admonished him with a “Wait for your damned turn, you horny bastard!”. Still, the eldest brother lets it slide as Chop-Top pulls away with an ear-to-ear grin.

Married Life:

Though you’re now husband and wife, Chop-Top goes about your relationship with his usual dreamy, hippie-like approach. In a sense, being married to Chop-Top isn’t any different than having him as your boyfriend. However, he does spend the next few months exclusively referring to you as “wifey”.

Call him “hubby” in return, and you’ll have him beaming in pride for the entire day. He loves hearing it!

DEFINITELY rubs his marriage into Drayton’s face. Out of all the Sawyer children, HE was the first one to get married and is more than happy to bring it up whenever Drayton is giving him hell.

Sometimes, whenever Drayton is too worn to keep up with his brother, he’d shoot you a tired, nonplussed look as he mutters out a “What do you see in him?”.

Will bring you gifts he managed to squirrel away from him and Bubba’s joyrides. They can range from small things like dashboard hula dolls, broken sunglasses, toys, playing cards, etc. He also likes to give you teeth and ears; sometimes he’ll string them together to make macabre necklaces for you.

Much like his late twin, Chop-Top has a fondness for photography. After he dug up Nubbins’ old camera, he’ll take photos of you going about your day: Doing laundry with Bubba, sitting idly on the couch, dinner prepping with Drayton, etc. He has a small box of photos in your shared room, right under the bed.

May or not have tried to take more lurid photos of you, just to keep him company when he’s out-- just like his soldier buddies did during his time in Vietnam. Whether or not you agree to do this hardly matters. He’ll try and sneak in a few photos regardless.

One day decides to give you a rather ratty black wig to match his own. Look, now you’re the Cher to his Sonny Bono!!

Now that you’re a part of the family, you now are given your own set of daily chores. Chop-Top, being the ever diligent soldier he is, follows you around the house to prattle your ear off with whatever nonsense enters his mind. Not at all moving to help and more so distracting you. Which has earned him more than a few slaps to the back of his head from Drayton.

Likes to include you in whatever hijinks he and Bubba (and Nubbins’ corpse) are up to (save for Joyrides-- that’s a brothers only activity). Which typically ranges from playful roughhousing (Bubba may go easier because of his size; Chop-Top, however will not. Careful, he bites) to crafting. Granted, Chop-Top usually gets distracted half-way and runs off with his Twin’s body.

That being said, you and Bubba end up forming a mini sewing club! Bonding over hobbies is what earns you his trust-- he was worried that you’d steal his brother away from him.

[forgottenpnffacts]

-Carl owns his own car

-Carl thinks that dancing dashboard hula dolls are neat

-Despite Major Monogram’s distaste for such dolls, there exists in the PnFverse a hula doll made in his likeness

[postedonline]

    I’ve got some cookies and a hula-girl dashboard doll from Hawaii!

[jarmes]

A Perfect Day To Go Swimming

It’s a perfect day to go swimming and a truck driver has to work...

The sound of crashing waves is drowned out by the roar of the truck’s engine. The driver peers out the passenger side window at the cerulean sea and sighs. “You know, today’d be a perfect day to go swimming,” he says to the doll sitting on his dashboard.

The doll, a hula girl toy he bought at a sleazy truck stop, doesn’t respond. Instead, it simply shakes back and forth, moving thanks to the vibrations coming from the truck’s engine. “You’re right,” the driver says, “Leeroy’ll get mad if we’re late.”

The driver hears a banging noise coming from the back of the truck. “That’s wonderful,” he says dryly. “Something must’ve came loose.”

The driver pulls over to the side of the highway. “I’ll be back in a sec,” he says as he grabs a toolbox sitting in the truck’s passenger seat.

Cars drive by the stopped truck, ignoring it as they go on their daily commute. As far as they know, nothing about the truck is noteworthy. The truck, a rusty old pickup who’s blue paint has faded from years of use, is thoroughly uninteresting. The midsized silver trailer it pulls is similarly bland.

After a few moments of work, the driver returns to his seat. “Sorry about that,” he says. “Took a bit longer than I expected.”

The truck pulls back onto the highway. The driver stares out at the sea once more and sighs. “Perfect day to go swimming,” he says. “It’s a perfect day to go swimming and I have to haul a shipment for Leeroy.”

“God, it’s hot outside. Now, if I was swimming, that wouldn’t be an issue. Unfortunately, I’m stuck hauling a shipment a thousand miles.”

The driver wipes the sweat from his brow and looks at the hula doll. “I’d roll down the window for us, but I don’t want you to fall out the window again,” he says while staring at a crack on the doll’s face. “Can’t have anything bad happening to my little girl.”

“I can’t believe he gave me the truck with the broken AC. For crying out loud, it’s the middle of summer! It’s the middle of summer, it’s a perfect day to go swimming, and I’m hauling a shipment for Leeroy.”

“See, that’s what happens when you follow your word. People catch on and start abusing your kindness. You think Leeroy has Dave haul cargo for him on nice days like today?”

The doll’s head shakes back and forth. The driver assumes that this movement, rather than being caused by the pothole-filled road, is a sign that the doll agrees with him. The driver smiles. “It’s nice to have someone who gets it,” he says.

The driver distracts himself by fiddling with the truck’s old radio. He flips through uninformative talk shows, repetitive pop songs, nostalgic hits from his youth, and the occasional advertisement in his search for something interesting. After a few moments of searching, he stumbles upon a news station in the middle of telling some breaking news.

...her captor is currently unknown. The state police are offering a hundred-thousand dollar reward for any information leading to the apprehension of the culprit. We now go to Keith Jameson, who’s live at the scene.

After a brief pause, the voice on the radio switches to that of a different man.

I’m currently here with June’s mother, Tina. Tina, what can you tell us about your daughter’s disappearance?

The voice changes once more, this time to the voice of a distraught woman.

I can’t believe that something like this could happen. I mean, I heard about those other girls, but I never thought this could happen to June. I can’t stop thinking about the horrible things that must be happening to her-

The driver mutes the radio. “I hate the news,” he says. “It’s always crap like this. Some sob story involving a barely literate moron bawling about something horrible. I don’t get why people just eat this crap up. Don’t they have better things to do than cry for people they don’t know?”

The doll shakes its head. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” the driver says. The cretins who listen to this crap probably don’t have anything better to do.”

The driver takes another look at the ocean and sighs. “You know, today’d be a perfect day to go swimming,” he says, still looking at the sea.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a car driving far below the speed limit. He quickly swerves to avoid it and slams his fist on the horn. “The nerve of some people,” he says. “I can’t believe I almost died in a car accident because some asshole doesn’t know how to drive!”

Before he can rant more about his dislike for bad drivers, he hears the sound of sirens. He mumbles a few curse words and pulls over to the side of the road. A portly sheriff with a bushy brown mustache knocks on the truck’s window. “Nice weather we’re having,” the driver says nervously while rolling down his window. “Perfect day to go swimming.”

The sheriff stares at the driver for a few moments. “License and registration please,” he says.

“Of course,” the driver says quickly.

He reaches into his glove compartment and grabs his paperwork. The sheriff looks the papers over, a stoic expression on his face. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asks.

“I’m not really sure, sir,” the driver says. “I’m positive I was under the speed limit.”

“You passed a car half a mile back without using your blinker,” the sheriff says.

“I did? I’m so sorry about that, sir. I promise it won’t happen again, sir.”

“I noticed you’re draggin’ a pretty big trailer,” the sheriff says. “Sure the lights are hooked up?”

“I’m not sure, sir.”

The driver exits the truck and walks around the to connector for the trailer. As he checks the wiring, making sure that the trailer’s lights are properly connected to those of the truck, he hears a loud banging noise coming from within the trailer. The driver winces.

The sheriff places his hand on his holster and stares down the driver. “You hear something?” he asks.

“I don’t think so, sir,” the driver replies.

“Sounded like it came from inside the trailer.”

“Really?”

“Mind opening the trailer for me?”

“Of course not, sir. Just give me a minute.”

The driver walks back to the truck and grabs his toolbox. He carries the toolbox to the back door of the trailer and opens it up, grabbing a key ring sitting within the toolbox. He undoes a pair of padlocks sealing the door and opens the trailer.

The driver opens the door of the trailer, revealing a large pile of stacked boxes. “I’m helping a friend move,” the driver says.

“That doesn’t explain the banging,” the sheriff replies.

“You know what I think it is?” the driver says, “One of the boxes must have a hole in it.”

The driver reaches into the trailer and grabs a box. Quickly and carefully, he cuts a hole in the back of the box using his keys. The sheriff doesn’t notice this deception. The driver pulls the box out of the trailer. As he moves the heavy box, a ceramic mug falls and shatters on the ground.

“Dammit!” the driver shouts, in fake outrage. “John’s gonna be pissed when he finds out I broke half of his dishware.”

The sheriff walks back to his car and leaves the driver alone with his truck. With a smile on his face, the driver crawls into the back of the truck, toolbox in hand. He sneaks behind the boxes, moving to the back of the trailer.

In the back of the trailer lies a small oak coffin, chained shut. The driver opens his toolbox. Inside lies a gun, a flashlight, and a large wrench. At the bottom of the box lies a clear box containing four syringes, three of them empty. The driver grabs the flashlight and wrench.

He unlocks and opens the coffin. Within lies a young girl. Her hands  and feet are bound and duct tape covers her mouth. When she sees the driver, she begins crying.

The driver shines the flashlight in the girl’s eyes. “Now, Juney, I told you to be quiet,” he says. “Do you remember that?”

The girl’s head shakes back and forth. The driver assumes that this movement, rather than being caused by the girl’s attempts to free herself from her bindings, is a sign that she disagrees with him. The driver smacks the girl in the face with his wrench, creating a large gash.

“Now, Juney,” he says, “I don’t like being called a liar. I told you to stop making noise. Moreover, I told you that I would punish you if you made another sound. Now, I don’t want to beat you with this wrench, but I am a man who follows his word.”

Ten minutes later, the driver walks back to the truck. He opens the door and brushes the head of the hula doll. “Sorry about that,” he says. “Took a bit longer than I expected.”

The driver pulls back onto the highway and continues his journey. He peers out the passenger side window at the cerulean sea and sighs. “You know, today’d be a perfect day to go swimming.

[hexxgirlsgroupie]

how cheesy is it to get one of those dashboard hula dolls for your car

[tamlovesfashion]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Hula Girl Dancer Dashboard Bobble Head.

[karenlacorte]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Solar Hawaiian Hula Dancer Dashboard Doll.

[sonomarepurpose]

Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Vintage 1970s Hula Girl Doll Rubber, Dashboard Hula, Vintage Tiki, Tiki Decor, Beach Decor, Island Decor, Hula Girl, Hula Luau, Hawaiian #tikibar #1960stikiculture #midcenturytiki #bardecor #tikimug #hawaiiancollectible #tiki #hawaiiandoll #hulagirl #surfing #Etsy #etsyfinds #etsyshop #sonomarepurpose @sonomarepurpose https://etsy.me/3uQevtj (at Santa Rosa, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CO5h0B7FooI/?igshid=1l6e7v153gn0k

[thriftsanddreams]

I just added this listing on Poshmark: Hula Man Hawaiian Bobble Car Dashboard Doll.