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Who is this sassy lost child?
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#a-yuan#A-Yuan knows how to to utilise his big wet eyes to get treats. What a little legend.#The crowd comments about LWJ being 'daddy' and WWX being 'the mother' are a little too 'fan-service bait' for me.#So I am personally reimagining it as another layer of 'misinterpretation of a more complex situation' commentary.#I like how the different styles of interacting with children WWX an LWJ exhibit say so much about their own childhoods.#We - human beings in the real world - take two lessons from how we were parented: What we valued and what we wish we had.#LWJ leaning into indulgence is him pushing back against his own childhood of asceticism. It's something he didn't have - so he gives it.#WWX on the other hand has been *so* defined by his drive to indulge. And here he is the restrictor!#It takes a bit more to see what's going on here. The factors are not singular.#but to keep it in theme with LWJ; I'd propose it is partly his way of establishing structure when he did not have it as a child.#Both approches are a way of saying 'I didn't have this and I wish I did.'#With LWJ it's pretty obvious why...but WWX? What is at your core? What is your regret towards a lack of restriction?#Or...What benefit do you think it gives this child to learn the harsh lessons of going without?#Did it make you strong when you were a child? Do you think it is just the nature of the world and we all must learn it?#How we interact with children is such a fascinating topic to delve into our psychology and neuroses.#In a more light hearted turn of topic:#WWX confirmed to be 'person taking the car to the drive through to order one black coffee for himself' on the triangle spectrum.#LWJ is saying 'we have food at home' as he is opening his wallet ready to order for everyone.#(Technically this is comic 213 but yippee! We are in the 200's now! Thank you all so much for reading and cheering me on!)
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#garry's mod#gmod#source engine#half life 2#sandbox#hearted#a car in the parking lot. no evident signs of life aside from your presence. the lights and heating in here are on. external doors locked#some stores are still in states of occupation but clearly none of them are actually doing business anymore#where are you? why are you here?#maybe you're in a weird vestigial janitor's position— showing up to move odds and ends out and make sure no one's broken in#maybe just a very boring security job for the last couple weeks#maybe (and this is a stretch) you work in the diner downstairs that still seems to be at least *approaching* functional?#most appealing idea to me is just being someone walking home from work/school and finding one of the front doors left propped open#you stop in and can't help but wander the still-furnished stores and marvel at the stillness#there's a threatening feeling when these liminal maps block or lock exit doors that feels very obvious and it's not entirely missing here#but it doesn't feel like very *present* danger? i can't help but compare it to sneaking through an abandoned building#you're not really in any danger aside from maybe getting told off by a security guard who probably doesn't care#but this map inspires way more positive comfy feelings in me than it does any fear. it's a callback to the urbexing teen years i didn't hav#and a reminder of just how much dead retail space now pockmarks my neck of the woods
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I am not prepared for how I’m going to feel once boonboomger ends
#bakuage sentai boonboomger#super sentai#boonboomger#boonboomger ramblings#I love those guys to absolute bits#I can’t believe a light hearted car themed sentai made me feel so many emotions#like it’s so well thought out#it’s nothing like what I was expecting#this is peak sentai idc what anyone says
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Missing a train because the man on the escalator is just downright refusing to step aside is one of the moments where I'd like to turn feral. Homicidal even. Uncivilised even.
#but nothing beats missing a tram or bus because cars won't let you cross the street in time#i have a special hatred in my heart for these tram stations where the traffic light is red for several minutes#and turns green the second the tram is closing it's doors#gosh
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#break the lock if it don't fit; ruby#glass half full i'd probably just drink that too!; harry#you were an isle unto thyself; you had a heart you hadn't felt; inland empire#go to sleep my little sheep; sammy#i tied my boots like a tightrope noose; anya#and by the break of dawn we'll be in love; cyn#my mind held the same light as the one in your eyes; v#set up our new world; commander tartar#ain't your you dentity at stake; rose#colour me your car; speedwagon
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[Image ID: two gifs of the back of a purple car with heart shaped lights. The lights flash in a continuous heart shaped outline. End ID.]
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🧡🍁F/Ovember Event : Start!🍁🧡
Hello and happy F/ovember! ❤️
The boys are gonna be on my blog for the rest of the month, occasionally popping in to post on the blog and to answer questions you guys might have! 🧡
Of course, I’ll try and send some asks to whoever is doing this event, and I’ll occasionally try sharing ask prompts and things of the like! A quick note: questions will be answered from the Everyone Is Okay Modern AU™️ which is exactly what it sounds like lmao. ❤️
Thanks for stopping by! 🧡
Autumn Leaves Divider / Red Leaves Divider
*proshippers please dni*
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Jeff and britta in cars together
#and abed#the lighting is appalling#community#jeffbritta#redstreet#also brittas messy car just makes me happy shes such a loser i love her with all my heart
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got in a fucking wreck on my way to get lunch how's y'all's monday going
#.lyr#i am oscillating wildly btwn rage and crying#at my parents rn and theyre trying to be like we dont know how bad it is it might be better to get a new car#but NO i want MY car. i want my car back.#im. not doin so great.#it wasnt my fault im holding out hope that its not too bad to fix and that insurance will cover it#which it SHOULD because IT WASNT MY FAULT but the fuckin old lady swore up and down she had the green light#i KNOW she didnt because it was green for me and it wasnt even just turned green it had been green#but theres no cameras on that intersection and nobody who saw it stuck around.#im just. augh.#keep me in yr heart or whatever i guess.
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#stim#stims#pink#purple#cars#car#lights#light#hearts#heart#heart stim#car stim#light stim#pink stim#purple stim#•ghost
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Estera - Ch 24 - Drive
Another one of those chapters which should never have existed but a few little snapshots just blossomed out of my control and before I knew it I loved them and they became Vital For Plot Reasons. Ah well, enjoy the meandering anyway :D
(What went before)
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Estera’s boot hit a loose patch of stones and she skidded slightly, putting out a protective arm just in case she was about to face plant the ground. Almost immediately a hand caught that arm and lifted her square on to her feet. She turned to see her friend alongside her on the narrow path, eyes full of concern. The edge of the cliff crumbled a little under his foot and her heart stopped for a moment.
“Scott! It’s not wide enough!”
He hopped back in line behind her and she regained the ability to breathe.
Mostly.
Eventually.
That particular flavour of adrenaline was not one she craved but she was beginning to wonder whether it was one she might have to get used to.
The group finally reached the car park to meet Gary on the quad bike who had towed the kit trailer up the long way from the beach. They all set to unloading and eventually Scott and three others lifted the quad itself into the back of van.
He walked over to where Estera was doling out the last bottles of sugary carbonated beverages to the rest of the group. He wiped the grease from his hands on to his trousers before selecting a bottle of water and draining it. Then swiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
“Well that’s one way to warm up after freezing your butt off in the Arctic Ocean.”
“As I’ve already told you, Mr Remedial-Geography, The English Channel is very much temperate.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He removed his warm jumper and Estera nearly choked on her cherry cola as she realised Scott hadn’t just turned up in randomly fancy trousers.
“A silk waistcoat? Really?!”
He pouted. “I was here for a Board Meeting! SOMEBODY didn’t mention the nature of their “commitment” when inviting me along!”
“In fairness Dawn didn’t give me a lot of time to explain.”
“Ah, yeah… sorry about Dawn… she…”
“She was lovely.” Estera said firmly, not wanting to get the enthusiastic young person into any trouble.
She looked again at the trousers which had clearly suffered from being drowned in salt water earlier and were drying into a faded mess of wrinkles.
“That is not a cheap machine washable suit from the high street is it?”
He coughed. “I don’t recall Jennifer mentioning that as a feature, err, no.”
Her curiosity must have showed as he hurried to explain. “My EA at TI. Apparently the selection of ‘business attire appropriate to my position’” the air quotes were heavy “is not one of my strengths so I just let her get on with it.”
“She’s not going to be happy with you.”
“Hmm… I’ve done worse. And hey, the pants might be a lost cause but the shirt will wash, I cleverly left the jacket in the car and the vest is spotless, look!” He held the edges of the waistcoat out for her approval, much as a small child might show off how tidily they had eaten their dinner. Estera was about to wittily point this out when she was arrested by an ominous “whoopsadaisy!” and an unmistakable fizzing sound as the person standing behind Scott clearly forgot about what happened to cola bottles on quad bikes. A fine spray of sugary drink settled over both of them and Scott looked up from his now-slightly-less spotless clothing to catch her eye. She bit her lip and snorted slightly. There was a beat and then both of them dissolved into giggles.
“Tez! A word?!”
Gary underlined his sharp summons with a frantic waving of his iPad. Scott elbowed her gleefully:
“Oooooh, what did you do now, huh, Tez?
“Argh, please don’t adopt that one” she gasped, trying to compose herself “I haven’t the heart to tell them it’s awful… but… it’s awful!”
Scott’s eyes sparkled mischievously as Gary repeated his call with a desperate, slightly cracked edge to his voice so she had mercy and went to see what was bothering him.
Gary gesticulated wildly with the tablet, nearly taking her eye out.
“DID YOU KNOW?” he hissed.
“Did I know what?”
He stabbed his index finger at the screen which showed what appeared to be Scott Tracy’s Wikipedia page.
“Ah. Um, so… err… yes?”
“Are you telling me I made the Chief Thunderbird… the guy with the jet pack and all the… the insane stunts… I made HIM do the BEGINNER’S E-LEARNING?” Gary’s voice had risen to a barely audible squeak.
“I don’t think he minded?”
“I was giving him tips on judging the windspeed at the top, Tez.” Gary looked as if he was going to cry “What if they were bad tips? He flies a rocket plane… my kids have posters of him on their wall…” he whacked the iPad repeatedly into his forehead and groaned “They are gonna disown me.”
Estera tried to prise the tablet from his hands before he cracked the screen with his face.
“Everything ok over here?” Scott materialised behind Gary and the poor man froze, all colour immediately vanishing from his face.
“Gary was just telling me that his kids are huge fans of yours.”
The slightest frown crossed Scott’s face before he closed his eyes and chuckled “I forgot to use the pseudonym didn’t I? Oops. Sorry to have caused any alarm!”
Gary shook his head mutely and gave a double thumbs up, losing his grip on the iPad as he did so. Scott shot out a hand and caught it.
“May I borrow this for a second?”
Gary nodded furiously then covered his face with his hands. Scott tapped the screen a couple of times before raising his eyebrows in surprise. He hurriedly straightened his hair then cleared his throat and said:
“Scott Tracy here, reporting from the breathtaking Beer Head in Devonshire UK. I’ve been refreshing my skills today with this incredible instructor” he dragged Gary into shot “who is an absolute legend and if he ever told me to clean my room or get my homework done I would absolutely do that. Straight away. Thunderbird One out.”
He finished with a wink and handed the tablet back and clapped Gary on the shoulder. “Been a pleasure to meet you, Gary, thanks for letting me take part this afternoon. Hope I wasn’t too much trouble.”
“You’re welcome” came the slightly breathy response. Estera noted the starry eyes and felt they’d best get out of there before Gary did something drastic… like propose.
“Coffee?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
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They made it to the cafe as the barista was putting the chairs up on the tables. Without looking round she informed them it was still too early in the season to expect late opening and her shift had finished 10 mins ago. Scott, already trying to remember whether there’d been any other likely places he’d passed on the drive down, smiled kindly as the harassed-looking woman looked up and he thanked her anyway.
“Wait! I guess I could do you something to take away?”
Estera seemed most entertained by the sudden change of heart but Scott couldn’t quite figure out why. Maybe it was a local thing.
Two triple shot cappuccinos (and a “Really? Triple? Are you sure?”) later, they were stood at the bus stop trying to establish whether it was running late, or Estera had just missed it. The wind had got up and she was now shivering in her damp clothes despite him insisting she wear his big coat.
“I could always drop you back home or… or near home?” He offered tentatively, not wanting to overstep given how upset she’d been before. “Or anywhere you like really.”
“Oh, but it would be a long way out of your way…”
“Not really. I’m not in a rush. And it is my fault you got soaked earlier.”
“That may be true…” she seemed to ponder and looked over at the digital tracker which was now displaying 55 minutes. She shivered and lifted her jaw. “Um, yes please, if you really don’t mind?”
“Come on then. Hope I picked the model with heated seats!”
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Scott hummed to himself quietly as he drove. Estera watched the hedges fly by and wondered how long it had been since she’d accepted a lift from someone like this. She generally felt safer taking the bus so this was… different. Not that she felt in any way unsafe, now. Just, exposed. What was one meant to do as a passenger? Talk about frivolous subjects to pass the time but not distract the driver too much, she reasoned. All small talk fled from her head and she suddenly felt inadequate and a little dizzy. Her hands tightened reflexively around the coffee cup.
“You doing ok?”
Just as before when he’d asked that simple question in that same disarmingly soft voice, she was unable to quickly formulate a convincing lie and the truth leaked out before she realised it.
“Just a sudden giddy moment.”
“I’m not making you motion sick, am I? I’ll slow down.”
“You’re fine, honestly. I just… let my thoughts get away from me. Please don’t let me distract you.”
“You’re not distracting me.”
She noticed he’d slowed down anyway.
She watched him out the corner of her eye and realised with a jolt how much better he looked than the last time she’d seen him in the flesh. Or rather, perhaps, how ill he had looked before. Whereas on the day the cave collapsed on them she’d guessed he was in his 40s, he now seemed no older than she was, possibly a little younger. Aside from the scattered silver at his temple, slightly darker shadowed eyes and a certain leanness to his jawline, he really didn’t seem much different now to the young man who had saved her life the first time. Which was slightly eerie. She knew she’d aged a lot in the intervening period.
She found herself wondering again what it was he’d been recovering from, what illness could have hit him so hard. He’d not volunteered the information, in fact he’d very obviously skated around naming it so it would be rude to ask. It was gnawing at her for some reason though. Definitely not light hearted car conversation anyway so she cast about for something else.
They came out of the trees and for a moment the early evening light highlighted the edge of the fading yellow bruise across the left side of his cheek and head. In the absence of any other ideas, she said:
“It must have been a very impressive black eye you had there?”
“Ugh can you still tell? It seems to have taken an age to fade this time. Maybe I’m getting old” he chuckled.
“This time? It happens a lot?”
“Heh… occupational hazard. I think Virgil’s broken more bones but I’ve probably got the concussion record.”
“Goodness that’s a bit worrying. Don’t you have helmets to help prevent that?”
“Yeeees. Sometimes even with it on if something heavy hits you…”
“Or you fall 20 storeys?”
“Yeah… they can only do so much.”
There was a little pause before he carried on.
“To be fair to our engineer I didn’t actually get concussed this time round so it did a pretty great job.” He looked slightly guilty “Actually to be one hundred percent fair to our engineer, who is a literal genius, it mostly happens when I take it off. Because sometimes it’s easier to talk to people that way, you know? But then of course I end up leaving it somewhere and so obviously then it’s not handy when I need to dive back into something which has… very occasionally proved to be an error.” He glanced over at her and did that schoolboy-been-caught-out cringe again. “Hence the concussion scorecard.” Scott refocused on the road and gave a wry half-smile “Virg is constantly telling me off for it.”
“I don’t blame him! You should listen to him and keep your helmet on, Scott!”
“Yes, Miss.”
“I’m serious! What would you say to Alan?”
“He’s still a child.”
“Ok, Virgil then?”
Scott was quiet for a minute as he approached a junction and indicated left before accelerating away again a little more aggressively than before. He sighed.
“It’s different.”
“How’s it different? Given the concussion record your head doesn’t seem to be any harder? Why are you taking less care of yourself than of your brothers?”
“I’m not. I just react in the way that seems best at the time. Sometimes that involves taking risks to help people.” He sat up a little straighter in the driver’s seat. “That’s my job.”
She frowned, the odd moment from earlier suddenly sharpening into focus.
“When I skidded on the gravelly bit on the cliff path… you nearly overbalanced yourself trying to catch me but I didn’t need catching. I was nowhere near the edge. Worst that could have happened to me there was a grazed knee. You could have gone over!”
His voice changed and became firmer, more authoritative. “You might have been injured. I couldn’t take that chance.”
“Of a minor injury versus potentially something serious happening to you?” She could hear her voice starting to rise a little and wrestled to keep it calm and conceal the sudden sense of horror that was bubbling under the surface.
“I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself for me, Scott. Not… not…”
The next word wouldn’t come out. But he’d clearly heard it anyway and twitched irritably, staring silently ahead, eyebrows furrowed. Well she’d put her foot in it now, might as well finish making the point.
“It’s not your job to keep me safe.”
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Chapter 25…
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#Estera#tb Estera#scott tracy#idontknowreallywhy fanfic#poor Gary#the dimples take another victim#maybe two#light hearted car conversation or maybe not#suit whump
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sorry if we stirred pots unintentionally. i love lilith and i love ur portrayals on her. i support women's wrongs. ive no qualms with her and if I made a lucifer, he'd be on all fours for lilith to step on his back when they get out of a car or bed or whatever.
#⸻ ₊˚ʚ delete this. ₊˚✧#── ♡ ❝ i can bring the sex appeal. ( ooc )#im trying to make this light-hearted ok#yk that tiktok trend of the driver not letting the passenger out of the car on their own#but scrambling over the car and throwing themselves off the car to open the door for them? that's my take#the PINING my lucifer would do. ✌🏾#finn is right tho there's hardly anything to go off#but I'm still surprised there's so much for what little we got of her?
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