#gigi bolt

[sloppysimmer]

university is over soon, so snapped a group photo of some of my fave supporting characters of our gen 2 heir’s university arch 🥺

[glittergummy]

none of you will ever be ready for the blue bolt lore

[sullysaul]

some of my caricatures for daily #caricatureresolution2024 hehe

you can check out the rest on my ig: sullysaul

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for letting my dog attack another dog?

Titolo might be a bit dramatic but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that’s why I’m sending this. So a few months ago, my neighbor got a new dog. Cute little guy, Terrier of some kind, idk I never asked. Thing is, he has NEVER had this dog on a leash. Which is whatever if you have a yard for the dog to play in, but he doesn’t! None of us do! It’s a condo! So every time someone has to take their dog out at the same time this unleashed dog is out, they have to deal with this dog going for the fucking ankles of both the human and the other dog. And the whole time, the owner just stands there cracking up. Because haha, small dog is being aggressive, isn’t that funny?

Thing is, I also have a small dog, Gigi. She admittedly has tried to pick fights with dogs bigger than her, but it’s usually only dogs in other condos? I don’t know maybe she can’t tolerate that not all dogs live where she lives. Either way, the big dogs are literally on the other side of the parking lot, so they usually ignore her. Then I use her leash to pull her away, because I know that if you bring a dog outside it should be in a leash.

I say all of that to say that Gigi only picks fights with bigger dogs. She completely ignores dogs her size. Which means that she ignores the Terrier off leash. Which makes it even worse when she’s literally just minding her damn business, and the other dog will bolt over and start trying to attack Gigi. I pull her out of the way and pick her up, but then we have to go back home early, because the dickhead owner will refuse to bring his dog inside after he tries to attack another dog.

The same thing happened tonight- taking the dog out, Terrier was off leash, Terrier starts rushing Gigi. But this time, I was tired of this shit. So instead of pulling Gigi away, I let her fight back. And it turns out, this terrier loves to nip, but doesn’t exactly like being nipped back. The dog yelps and runs back to the owner, who’s coming over to me pissed off. But I pointed out that he was supposed to have his damn dog on a leash in the first place, so he shut up and stormed off.

I felt pretty good about letting Gigi stop being picked on and talking back to someone else, but my mom is saying that I should have just pulled Gigi away like normal, cause now the owner might return the dog or get in trouble. I don’t know, I feel bad for the dog that got nipped, but I can’t work up the energy to feel bad for the owner. AITA?

Also some added pet tax. I have significantly worse pics because this is the least photogenic dog in existence, but I found some decent ones for yall

What are these acronyms?

[mopopshop]

Can you do more fics with Gianna and Paige and reader any ideas you have with them are always Greta but if you need liek speciifx request maybe gigis birthday party or when Gigi gets to like a big girl bed instead of a crib and Paige has to build it for her

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The day starts with excitement as you and Paige finally find time to build Gigi’s big girl bed. Last month the two of you painstakingly dragged yourself to IKEA where you proceeded to spend three and a half hours in trying to find the perfect bed for Gianni.

You settled on an adorable hello kitty bed and here you are, watching as Paige sets it up.

Gianni's eyes light up with curiosity as she sits in your lap watching Paige carefully unpack the pieces of her new bed, a sense of anticipation buzzing in the air.

With the instruction manual spread out on the floor, Paige takes charge of assembling the bed. You keep Gianni entertained nearby, playing with her favorite toys and offering her a running commentary on the progress.

"Look, Gigi," you say, pointing to Paige as she attaches the bed rails. "Mom’s building you a beautiful new bed!"

Gianni claps her hands, her excitement contagious. "Mom! Bed!"

Paige chuckles, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. "You excited for your bed baby?? I’d get it done faster if I had help" Paige teases, giving you a look.

You scoff and laugh at her sly comment  “I was the one who pushed your baby out so I’m gonna keep my ass right here” 

She cackles and continues to work but you and Gianni eventually join in, handing her screws and holding pieces steady. The room is filled with a harmonious blend of smiles and laughter.

Finally, with a triumphant smile, Paige tightens the last bolt and steps back to admire her handiwork. The bed stands proudly in the corner of the room, adorned with soft, pink, and white bedding that Gianni had picked out herself.

"Ta-da!" Paige exclaims, opening her arms wide. "What you think, G?”

Gianni's eyes widen with delight as she approaches her new bed, her tiny hands running over the soft sheets and fluffy pillows. "Mine?" she asks, looking up at you and Paige with a mixture of awe and pride.

"Yes ma’am," you reply, scooping her up into your arms and placing her gently on the bed. "You like it?"

Gianni giggles, bouncing on the mattress. "Big girl bed!"

“Big girl bed!!!” You and Paige echo back, clapping and cheering as she jumps on her blankets.

As the evening approaches, you and Paige tuck Gianni into her new bed for the first time, her favorite stuffed animals arranged around her for comfort. You read her a bedtime story, your voices blending in a soothing lullaby that eventually lulls her to sleep.

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[rainbow-nerdss]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

This is a new WIP, where Tommy doesn't get transferred before Buck arrives at the 118!

Honestly, I love this idea in theory, but I'm not really sure how to write it. I know what i want it to be, but Tommy's POV is fighting me tbh

oh well:

It was tough, losing out on the spot at the 217. Getting back out there, back in the air, it’s been Tommy’s goal for years now. But the competition was fierce, and he’d just missed out—Captain Nash’s surprisingly glowing recommendation and his experience in the army apparently not enough to give him the advantage he needed over people who’d been waiting longer.  It was a setback, but Tommy wasn’t going to give up. Sure, the 118 has gotten nicer over the past few years, and he’s starting to genuinely enjoy it there—Hen and Chimney both accepting his apologies, becoming something like friends, and Captain Nash’s family dinners actually becoming something he looks forward to every shift.  Still, every time he jokes about loving the single life, and every time Hen talks about her wife, it makes his stomach churn, and it gets harder and harder every day to keep it going. He has to, though. At least until there’s another opening in harbor. And then there’s the fact that Captain Nash already agreed to take on a new probie, fully expecting Tommy to get snapped up by the 217, and the imminent arrival of the new kid is a constant reminder that he failed. He wasn’t good enough, he hadn’t made it. The kid arrives, interrupting dinner with a nervous twitch in his hands and an awkward laugh when Captain Nash teases him about being in the wrong place. Evan Buckley. He tells everyone to call him Buck, but Tommy ignores it. He can tell already—the kid looks like he’s about to bolt any second. No point in giving the new puppy a nickname, not if he’s not going to last the full probie year.  Tommy wonders if he’ll get to see him wash out before he manages to snag a transfer. It would be a silver lining, he’s sure. Evan’s enthusiastic, to say the least. Nash says he’s got top marks in the academy, he’s good at the job, but Tommy can see the lack of discipline, lack of control that’s going to get him into some serious trouble someday.  And Tommy can't do this. He can't let this kid get under his skin.

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[pupkashi]

Since spooki season is almost upon us, I'll be choosing prompt #39 + Satoru Gojo <33

oh gigi i knew i could trust u <333 hope you enjoy this !!!

join the celebration!

“satoru have you seen my-” your words die in your mouth when you see what your lover is wearing.

he’s sporting an red f1 uniform, with the letters ‘RUSTEEZE’ sprawled across his chest, various logos across his chest and down his biceps.

“lightning McQueen is so hot” you mumble, staring at satoru while he grins at you, his arms extended as he fixes his sleeves. “what happened to going as a couple?” you laughed, continuing to shamelessly check him out as he turned to walk to his closet.

“i got you a sally one!” he beamed, pulling out a baby blue outfit, urging you to try it on.

you’re practically pushed into the restroom, a smile on your face as you slip the costume on, laughing to yourself as you look in the mirror. it didn’t look that bad actually.

when you walk out of the restroom, satoru is seated on the bed, two lightning bolt stickers on his cheeks, his mouth opening to form an ‘o’ as he takes your figure in.

“how’s it look?” you smile sheepishly.

satoru says one word before he’s standing up and taking two large strides towards you, “kachow” he smiles, crashing his lips onto yours and stopping the laugh that was about to leave your lips.

“how about we do a couple laps here if you know i mean” he mumbled against your lips. you’re smiling at him, giving him a peck before shoving him slightly.

“we told them we’d go! i don’t wanna flake again just cause you can’t keep it in your pants” you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek before gently nipping at his neck.

satoru groans at your action, knowing you just love getting a rise out of him.

“also McQueen is nascar not f1” you point out, smiling as satoru rolls his eyes at you, grabbing the car keys and holding the door open for you.

“maybe you are sally personified” he mumbles to himself, checking you out as you walk to the car, smiling as turn to look at him.

“cmon! you don’t wanna be late do ya?” you tease, satoru walks quickly next to you, his hand grabbing your waist as he opens the car door for you.

the two of you stayed a respectable amount of time, but the longer you stared at satoru the more you understood sally. satoru definitely looked amazing in that costume, and you didn’t know how much longer you could take without ripping that damn thing off him.

[dragonbreth]

Brightness| Baby mama AU

You’re freshmen year of high school you started dating a rowdy guy, all he wanted to do was party and have sex. You were a quiet girl, never spoke up about anything that bothered you. Garret was a Junior and you were a freshman, your friends told you not to date him but well enough near the end of your freshman year you found out you were pregnant with Logan.

You were excited but scared, only being 15 at the time you were scared of how you were going to tell you’re parents. It wasn’t your dad you were worried about, it was your mother. Your mother was notorious for being a bitch about this type of stuff but you could completely understand why she would be mad.

Once you told your mom she was actually happy, she was excited to be a grandma even though you were still quite young. By the middle of your sophomore year Logan was born. Logan was the sweetest baby, he had gorgeous brown eyes and fluffy brown hair. How could anyone hate such a cute thing, well Garrett hated him.

Garret wanted Logan to be a girl, he hated the fact of having a son. You didn’t know why but he did. It pissed you off that your baby daddy hated your son so much, but it was no surprise when Garret up and left taking all his belongings and fleeing the town.

Now this brings us to today. You sat in the cafeteria with Logan bouncing up and down in your lap. Logan had finally reached the stage where all he wanted to do was bolt. He begged and pleaded for you to put him down but you wouldn’t cause you knew as soon as he reached the floor he was gone.

You weren’t really in the mood to chase your 4 year old across the campus of the University of Michigan today. Logan finally began to calm down, you sat him down on a small stool hoping he would stay put but of course he took off towards a large table of boys, only stopping to say hello.

Once he stopped it was your ticket to grab him, you snuck behind him and grabbed him. “Put me down!” He screamed loudly “Logan! Inside voice!” You hushed him bluntly.

You put Logan down but held his hand tightly, he danced and twirled under your arms. “I’m so sorry.” You apologized to the group of boys “it’s all good! Your Ryland Knows right?” The dirty blonde boy asked “uh yeah..” you said cautiously.

“I’m Tanner, I’m in your Human Bio class!” “Oh yeah! Nice to see you, I better get him back before he bolts again.” You said politely as you ushered a small wave and walked off with your screaming child

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You and your friends had been invited to a party the hockey team was hosting, this would be your first party of the year so you didn’t know if you should bring Logan. Once you saw the theme was cowgirl/cowboy you saw the perfect opportunity to dress Logan up as Woody.

You ordered Logan and your costumes, you couldn’t be more excited!

Once it was time for the party you dressed Logan up all cute and put on your outfit, posted a few photos and then drove to the party. Walking in the door, the smell of liquor was strong. You questioned why you even thought to bring your 4 year old child to such a outing.

You stood with your friends, sipping on a beer that Logan tried to grab multiple times, soon enough he grabbed your drink so your friend took him to the kitchen with her. “Baby mama!” You heard from behind you, you turned around and saw a tall dirty blonde boy. It wasn’t the one from earlier but he looked similar.

“Baby mama!” He said with a joyful smile looking at you “uh what?” You asked “where’s baby.” He said sadly “logan?” You asked again “yeah, baby.” He repeated “he’s with my friend right now.” The boy made a sad face as you said that “ i was gonna take him” he pouted.

“Give me a second. GIGI!” You screamed, your friend came running with Logan in her arms “what’s up?” She asked out of breath.

“He wants Logan, bring my kid back in one piece please.” You said to the boy before walking off after the exchange.

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[mixed-theater-faisty-tings]

“Tonight’s the Night”

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x Reader (Y/N)

WARNING: Language, Teen drinking, explicit, Protected sex, slight fingering.

NOTE: I’m new to writing this kind of explicit stuff. It is kind of a minimal scene and not as descriptive as some stories are but I plan to grow. I admire all work and am open to any feedback you would like to let me know my messages and asks are open. Thank you for reading and all my writings are on my MASTERLIST on my blog. Enjoy!!

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“Ugh y/n you look smoking!”, Taylor exclaims as I am running my hands down my short, off-the shoulder dark green dress. “She’s right you look amazing.”, Belly chimes in with her signature smile. “Thanks girls. You both look gorgeous as well. I’d say we are some hot ass bitches.”, I exclaim. “Cinderbelly Conrad is gonna lose his shit when he sees you!”, Taylor gasps checking out her best friend's pink, tank dress.

“She has a point. I've totally caught him checking you out a few times especially yesterday at the pool when we were playing chicken. He looked almost jealous that it was Jere and not him.”, my voice trails off in a gossipy tone, the last words going up an octave. “He’s not into me and besides I'm meeting Cam there.”, her cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“I’m hoping to just meet some hot guy I can make out with.”, Belly’s bestie starts messing with her hair. “Just don’t let it be my brother again please.”, Belly’s gags sending us all into a fit of laughter. “As you for y/n I deem tonight is the night you’re gonna get laid. Jeremiah is not gonna know what hit him!”, Taylor can be a little much sometimes. “Tonight isn’t about him and plus he will probably be sucking face with Gigi or one of the other girls from the club.”, I say putting on some lipgloss.

“Just enjoy yourself tonight y/n.”, Belly smiles bringing me just a bit of comfort. “I plan to. Maybe drink a bit, play some pong, dance and then come home and sleep.”, our laughs fill the room when a knock catches our attention. “You guys better hurry up or we are leaving!”, Steven yells through the door.

“Jeremy wouldn’t let you!”, Taylor yells back. “His name is Jeremiah”, Belly corrects her. “Yeah yeah let’s go.”, she says, swaying her hips on her way out of the room. “Gotta love her.”,Belly follows. Now I'm not the biggest party person. I really only go for Jeremiah because sometimes he gets himself into trouble but tonight i’m going just for me.

The three of us make our way down to Jeremiah's jeep. “I call shotgun!”, my feet dash towards the passenger side. “Only if you promise not to leave me tonight!”,Jeremiah yells hot on my tail. “But you have to promise to be on your best behavior tonight then.”, giving him a serious look. “Now how can I promise to behave when you look like that.”, the wink he sends my way makes my knees weak and cheeks heat up.

“Jere knock it off.”, I try to be stern but, it comes off as more of a squeak. “See it’s when you say shit like that we all think you’re hiding something from us.”, Steven points out. Jere, Steven and I go in the Jeep while Conrad, Belly, and Taylor go in the car. “Shayla meeting us there?”, I ask changing the subject.

“Yeah she’s going with some of the other deb girls.”, he says. To avoid any further conversation I raise the volume of the music. “So are you actually going to drink tonight or you our DD!”, Jere screams over the bass booming the walls of the vehicle. With the rolling of my eyes I turn down the music and ask, “What?”.

“Are you drinking tonight?”, he repeats himself. “I mean I might have one drink tonight..you know me I like to be sober at parties like these, too much can happen.”, my fingers fiddle with the hem of my dress. “Well i’m the designated driver tonight so feel free to get wild.”, the warmth of his right hand makes contact with the skin of my leg sending a bolt of electricity through my body.

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Pulling up to the house it was not surprising to find the mansion already trashed, a bunch of drunk teenagers, and the smell of booze spreading in the air. “Oh the stench of teenage drunkenness.”, my sarcasm is prominent. “Just cause you’re boring doesn’t mean we have to be.”, Steven says walking past me towards the party.

“Come on fuck Steven lets get you a drink.”, Taylor says pulling Belly and I away from Jeremiah. “Don’t have too much fun y/n!”, He yells chuckling. “Dude what did he say to you back at the house?”,Belly asked me passing down the red solo cup from Taylor to me. “We were joking around and I told him to be on his best behavior he then said how could he when I look like this.”.

“You’re kidding!”, Taylor eyes bug out of her head. “Shut up! Dude he is totally into you!”., she adds. “Let’s jsut dance okay I dont wanna talk about it.”, my feet carry me quickly over to the pile of teens dancing in what I assume is the living room.

Taylor and Belly soon disappear with the other deb girls, Conrad off probably hooking up with Summer and Jere is out by the pool drinking straight from the ice luge with the goofiest grin on his face. I can’t hold in the laugh the scene brings me, mid-laugh a tall body bumps into me. My eyes fall upon a tall guy his hair was short, and wavy. The lights of the party making it hard to see his eye color.

“Woah my bad.”, he says gripping shoulders gently ensuring my balance. “No harm, no foul right.”, I greet him with a smile. “That’s one way to put it.”, this dude is quite easy on the eyes. “I’m gonna go sit by the pool care to join me?”, he asks with a soft smile. “Sure why not.”, he takes my hand and we walk over to the pool.

The music isn’t as loud outside where we don’t have to yell at each other. The backyard is filled with random games, couples making out and some drunk teens wanting to skinny dip. We find a place by the pool allowing our feet to relax in the water. “I didn’t catch your name.”, the tone was genuine, he seemed sweet. “I didn’t throw it.”, I raise my eyebrows with a smart ass tone decorating my words. “Touché.”, he chuckles.

“I’m y/n..how about you?”, sipping at my cup. “The name is Miguel.”, he smiles at me, man he has a nice smile. “What brings you cousins Miguel?”, his body seems to be moving closer to me. “I am here with the Fishers…family friends.”, I explain. “Jeremiah and Conrad right?, he inquires pushing away.

“Yeah but, they are just friends.”, my answer is a little too quick. “Jeremiah seems to be into you.”, him and Jere are now in a staring contest from across the pool. When my eyes land on my best friend on the other side he doesn’t look happy. “He is just protective of me. Why don’t we go to the front of the house?”, pulling my feet out of the pool I quickly stand up pulling Miguel with me.

We were talking in the front just getting to know each other when Cam Cameron calls us over. “Hey y/n! Come play with us this doofus needs a partner!”, he yells with his index finger pointing to Jeremiah. “Come on baby you know you’re my only partner.”, the idiot pouts. “Go play I’ll watch. I’ll be rooting for you.”, Miguel says with a smile and wink in my direction.

“Watch and learn. First, of all i’m not your baby! Second, i’m going to kick all your asses.”, After sending a wink in Miguels direction I take my place next to Jere to start our game who seems a bit on edge. Each time it was my turn to toss if I made it in Jeremiah made a point to hold me close, sometimes kissing my head in the process. “Jere will you back off.:, I growl at him before drinking the cup Cam landed in.

“Hey y/n if I make it in you owe me a kiss.”, he says instead tossing the ping pong ball to the other side, landing in our final cup before I could object. “No i’m not doing this.. Come on Miguel.”, the tone in my voice was beyond annoyed. “Y/N, you seem nice and all. I’m sure you are a great girl but something definitely seems to be going on here. How about I give you my number and when it all get figured out you can give me a call.”, he is truly trying to be nice as he enters his number into my phone.

“I’m so sorry about this…” there is a mournful sound to my voice. “I understand. Enjoy the rest of your summer.”, while he is smiling, his eyes tell me another story. “Hey! Where did your date go?”, Cam Cameron asks me laughing along with the boys. “What the hell Jeremiah!”, I yell. “What the fuck did I do!”, he yells back.

“You know exactly what you did! Chasing him off like some jealous boyfriend!”, my aggravation prominent as I stomp my way to the car. “You’re the one parading around with another guy!”, his words struck a chord. “Parading around? I’m not your girlfriend! If you care so much then fucking admit to me that you like me!”, tears well up in my eyes the second I face him.

“Get in the car.”, he demands. “We need to talk about this!”. “I said get in the damn car y/n.”.

We both get into his jeep and he drives off. Away the drunk teenagers, blasting music,and stench of alcohol. “Please talk to me.”, I plea. “When we get home.”, his eyes focused on the road.

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Back at the house the moms still hadn’t returned so it was just us two. He stalked into the house me following like a puppy dog. “Now can we talk about this cause I am tired of the back and forth.”, my patience is wearing thin as he pulls me up to his room, pinning me against the door. “I like you y/n..you know I do. Seeing you with that guy killed me alright is that what you wanted to hear.”, his blue eyes are connected to mine.

I can’t help but press my lips against his instantly. His hands immediately explore my body, keeping me as close as he can, lips traveling down my jaw to my neck. “Fuck I need you Jere.”, I pull his button up down his arms tossing it to the side. “Jump.”, he mutters against my skin.

My legs wrap around his torso, he carries me to the bed laying me down removing my dress. “You looked amazing tonight I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you.”, he is breathless. “Shut up and kiss me you idiot.”, I giggle pulling off his wife-beater.

The more he touches me the more I can feel myself getting wet. One of his fingers glides across my folds, “All this for me babygirl?”, I can feel his smirk against my lips. “Yes.”, a moan escapes my lips. Two fingers slip inside me pumping in and out sending pleasure all through my body.

“Fuck yes like that.”, my back arches off the bed. “Such pretty noises.”, his fingers speed up slightly. “Jere..jere I’m gonna cum.”, I whimper. “Like hell you are. Least not with my fingers”, he removes his touch causing me to whine. “Patience babygirl.”. He coos.

The sound of his zipper rings in my ears, the high of how close I was calming down. I reconnect our lips allowing my hands to explore his body. Moans and groans escape his mouth as my hands travel down the miles of skin, his doing the same. “Please I want you.”, I mumble into our kiss.

Without another word he pulls away grabbing a condom from his dresser and putting it on. “Safety first right.”, he is out of breath but just as eager. “Just fuck me Fisher.”, I giggle pulling him close. “Don’t gotta tell me twice.”, his chuckles are music to my ears.

The hungry kisses continue as he begins to insert himself into me. I hiss at the contact, a pain stinging my body before being over taken by pleasure. “Are you okay?”, concern laced in his words halting the thrusts. “I’m okay just keep going.”, My hips move to meet his.

His touch is gentle, as his speed increases. My skin was on fire as he caressed every part of me, leaving no space between us, our moans mixing together with hungry kisses. I can feel him bottom out in me causing a scream of pleasure. “Fuck baby. I’m close.”, his lips graze my ear.

“Me too.”, I manage. “Cum with me y/n.”. With that we finish riding out our highs together. His body falls next to mine both of us breathless. “Well Taylor was right.”, I giggle, rolling over playing my head on his chest. “About what?”, he chuckles. “She told me that tonight was the night I get laid.”, our eyes connect.

“Is this also the night you become my girlfriend?”, his blue eyes flicker between my eyes and now swollen lips. “If you play your cards right?”, I bite my bottom lip. “Challenge accepted.”, he flips me over hovering over me. “Round two?”, our laughs mix together.

“Oh Jeremiah Fisher, you are a pain in my ass.”, my smile is wide. “Yeah but you love me anyway don’t ya.”, with that our lips are connected once more.

Thank youTaylor for being right…

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@jeremiah-fisher @jeremiahxaesthetic @roythespeedy

[plasticgelo]

NE PLUS ULTRA DRIFT PREP 02

Today was spent at darrens house. We spent the cloudy sunday afternoon grilling and I replaced my axles. We made portobello mushroom burgers and kebabs that were very tasty.

I have a 5 bolt differential. The previous seller told me it was a vLSD from an r32. My previous seller also lied to me about a bunch of things, so this carfax is thrown out the window.

I was neck deep in grease and grime so i didnt take many pictures of the process, but here is my co pilot tightening the tophats of the coilovers.

Thank you darren and gigi for the hospitality <3

note to self: car takes J30 5-bolt axles. and don't forget to grease the splines.

[bangtanhoneys]

BTS MOMENTS: Yoongi & Grace - Ghost in the Kitchen

Something forced Grace’s eyes to open at an ungodly hour as she stared up at the ceiling of her room, wondering what had woken her up in the first place. She was going to leave it for a moment, thinking it was just her body not used to the amount of sleep she was getting on her days off but then she heard a noise coming from what sounded like the kitchen.

Now, as far as she was aware, she was the only one at the dorm. 

Her mind automatically went to one of the boys coming home early but the sounds didn’t match that and then her mind went to an intruder and she sat bolt upright. Her alarm clock told her it was 2am, definitely an ungodly hour in her mind and as she sat there, she wondered what the hell she was going to do. 

Slowly climbing out of bed, she grabbed her phone and opened up the manager's number as a just in case. No point in contacting any of the boys as she knew Jungkook and Jimin had gone home to Busan, Seokjin was visiting his parents as was Namjoon, Hobi had gone on holiday with his family and Taehyung had gone to Paris. Yoongi was still in Seoul but staying at the studio. 

He would be no use as he never looked at his phone while he was working. 

Grace opened her bedroom door as quietly as she could and made her way towards the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as she could as the noises from the kitchen grew louder. There was a pale figure in the middle and her heart stopped for a moment, wondering if she was seeing what she was actually seeing. 

“No way,” she muttered. 

Jungkook had always talked about the dorm being haunted and everyone, including herself, had laughed at him and said there was no such thing. How wrong they were.

“Gigi, you alright?”

Grace was happy to admit that she let out a scream, jumping in place at the voice that came from the darkness. Suddenly the kitchen was lit up by the lamp she insisted on having because she hated big lights and there was Yoongi with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Oh my god,” she muttered as she pressed a hand to her heart.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I thought you were a ghost,” she admitted with a laugh and pushed her hair away from her face.

“Wow,” drawled Yoongi. “Thanks so much.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to be in the kitchen making coffee at 2am,” she defended. “Why are you back anyway?”

“I’m tired and I ran out of coffee so I came back to the dorm. I’m going to go to bed then head back after a few hours,” Yoongi shrugged.

Grace stared at the pale, younger man for a moment then sighed, turning on her heel. “I hate you sometimes.” She left the rapper to his coffee, wanting to get back into bed and forget what had just happened.

[glittergummy]

one single inconvenience befalls me upon this god's green earth-

guess i have no choice but to draw chainsmoker in various gorey situations to feel better now 🥺

[alice-of-hightable]

//ooc: I just realized that a weapons specialty list might be useful for an OC like Gigi or Boudreaux. So this will be Gigi’s weapon list:

Cast iron skillet

Sidearm: revolver preferred

Standard hunting rifles such as a .35 caliber bolt action or a .25-06 winchester.

Sling and stone, because Charon wanted her to learn at least one “primitive” weapon since modern armor is for bullets, not arrows or sharp rocks and sling bullets launched at 100mph/161kmh.

Sickles, because they’re unexpected and double as climbing implements

Animal bone/teeth weapons like knives, darts, etc as to not waste anything she and her guests have hunted

And, of course, for affection or combat…biting. She bites people she loves/cares about (like John, and maybe Winston or Charon a couple times) or people she considers a threat or annoyance (Vincent is in a weird neutral category of annoyance but also cares about)

[unxdeadly]

heeled boots click rapidly against the sidewalk as she ducks into a small alleyway between two buildings, presses herself up against the wall, chest heaving.

she is out of breath.

she is seething.

Giselle had made peace with losing her Vollständig in the past, although the thought of anything being forcefully taken from her was enough to make her shake with anger. such is the feeling that pervades her now, seeping into her blood and bones like a cancer. the powers that be had stripped her of the very power that made her feel safe, in control.

she couldn't make zombies. people wouldn't bend to her will. it had become abundantly clear when she just tried mere minutes ago, having coerced someone into getting close enough to her. a smear of her own blood upon their skin from a self-inflicted cut on her finger would have been all it took, but all she got out of it was a startled scream from the stranger.

she'd been so surprised she hadn't even considered killing them to shut them up. she'd bolted, eyes wide and heart pounding in her ears.

there is but a small sliver of hope amidst her anxiety, however.

the cut on her finger had healed almost immediately.

"To what extent..." she murmurs, thoughts racing. she couldn't fully figure this out, of course, at the risk of dying, but she could do more than prick her finger, at least. pain didn't scare her. blood didn't scare her.

being helpless did.

with thin fingers does she grab onto the stupid toy bow she'd been given. with a strength unbecoming of her lithe frame, Gigi snaps the plastic in half, creating a sufficiently sharp edge. she wastes no time in rolling up her sleeve and slicing it down her arm. no wince, no blink, just a blank stare as her skin opened and blood gushed to the surface in a stream of ruby.

it doesn't last long. her skin begins to knit itself back together, slower than it would have back home, but seamless nonetheless.

a giggle bubbles up in her throat. the giggle turns into a laugh--

--which stops abruptly when she feels bile rise in her throat. clasping a hand over her mouth, Giselle bites back the feeling.

oh how she hated feeling so human.

[yourtouchismidas]

Blurb where say Gigi is like age 19/20 and Matty can hear her and her boyf in her room and main character has to stop him from going in there and fighting him ahaha (how funny if her boyf turned out to be a son of Duncan’s or something).

oh anon you don't know what you've done by saying this. the ihdc will be out for blood.

let's say Duncan did have a son though. he'd probably be a little bit young for Gigi but maybe not their second daughter. maybe Gigi is at Uni and Shay is out with her friends, with a curfew, so Matty and RG are in bed and they hear her come in, on time. But when she gets up to her room they hear voices, one is deep. Matty springs out of bed and you quietly follow him out into the hallway where Shay's door is cracked open and light creeping out and there is a boy there, nearly a man, who catches his eye. Matty widens his and the boy looks terrified, and then Shay appears at the door, rolling her eyes.

"Absolutely not," Matty says.

"Dad!" Shay groans. And then the boy says "Honestly, no I'll go it's okay, see you soon," and then bolts it down the stairs and out into the street.

"Not good enough for you," Matty says harshly, and Shay is about to explode and you step between them and say "Let's talk about this in the morning shall we?" and Shay slams her door and you and Matty both turn to each other, wondering how it's going to go but also why that boy looked so goddamn familiar.

Luckily, the relationship doesn't last long, barely even a relationship and when you tell her the story though she understands, but pisses herself laughing at her Dad beating the shit out of someone in an A&E carpark.

[taybatwo2]

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I finally have taken pictures of my Skullector Frankenstein’s Monster Couple. They are so cute, and their sculpts are well made. I was really looking forward to them, and while Mattel Creations sucks to buy from (and they are pricy to boot), I am glad I managed to snag them. The Bride has lovely pearlescent skin and little claws. Her face sculpt looks similar to Robecca’s and looks very similar to her actress’. She has delicate stitches around both ears. Her outfit is nice, if not a bit plain. They could have maybe done a modern retooling of it, but I think it works. Her belt is an interesting addition, but reminds me more of Princess Leia’s belt or an old-western bullet-holder belt. Her shoes are nicely detailed with beakers and even a ballerina (like in the movie) in the heal. I am surprised they did not put her on an older sister body. I also really hope her hair stays up. I was surprised that there wasn’t something in the middle to keep it up (akin to Gigi’s hair). Frankenstein’s Monster is on an ever after high body, but has specialized hands and bolts on neck. I did forgot to take pictures, but he has some stitches on his arms. I really like his facial sculpt too and his little smile. His outfit is also a bit plain, but I like how his shoes give him some serious height and how his suit has subtle lightning bolts on it.

The G1 Stein family together! They just need to come out with a Sparky….and I need to find my Alivia.

The Universal Skullectors all together.

All three of my Skullector dolls together. I think Greta looks the most like a traditional monster high doll. The Dracula and Steins look all very cohesive together though.