#the car is pretty :3

[aimeronline]

this place is fun

[dingledraw]

But It’s Pretty… a Good Omens comic- Part 2

Part 1 - part 3

[the-great-pirate-war]

I FOUND MY NEW HEADCANON FOR S3 OF GOOD OMENS

“He did say he liked yellow.”

I need The Bentley to turn into “OUR CAR”. I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN. JUST IMAGINE THE BENTLEY DOING THIS OUT OF SHEER SPITE. THE BEIGE INTERIOR AND BEIGE WHEELS. THE YELLOW DOORS. THE GOLDEN YELLOW HOOD ORNAMENT. I NEED THIS SO BADLY.

-Constantly drives him back to Whickber Street and Azi’s bookshop

-Objects Azi owns unexplainably start turning up randomly in the car (even better if they are from other time periods)

-Bentley stops taking orders from Crowley

-only plays songs about love that are scarily accurate to Azi and Crowley’s dynamic

THIS CAR WILL NOT LET HIM FORGET AZIRAPHALE. IT IS GOING TO ACT LIKE A STUBBORN CHILD. I NEED THIS BENTLEY TO ACT LIKE A TODDLER.

“Demon Dad is mad at Angel Dad, but Demon Dad loves him still. Guess he needs to be reminded of him then.”

I NEED A FANFIC THAT BRINGS IN THE ELEMENT OF THE BENTLEY HEARING THEIR EVERY CONVO IN THAT CAR WHILE DRIVING, and it is going to use it on Crowley.

Almost like it is trying to shake him and telling him not to forget. BECAUSE IT FEELS THEIR LOVE STILL.

I NEED FANFICTION. OH MY GOD. 😫😭

(If someone writes a fic about my headcanon, PLEASE TAG ME. I’D LOVE TO SEE WHAT PEOPLE COME UP WITH! WHETHER IT IS FANART, A FANFIC, OR WHATEVER ELSE YOUR HEART DESIRES, I WILL PERSONALLY LOVE EACH OF THEM.🫶🏼😊)

[inkskinned]

one of the things about having an unstable parent is that it can so easily ruin your future. you want to get out, but getting out takes having agency. it takes the resume and the grades and the stellar community service history.

but you have to choose your battles. you know if you sign up for an after-school activity, it'll be okay for a while, so long as the activity is parent-approved and god-fearing. over time, like all things, it will become an argument (i can't keep carting your ass to these things) or a weapon (talk to me like that again, see if you get to go to practice). sometimes, if you love the thing, it's worth it. but you also know better than to love something: that's how they get you. if you ever actually want something, it will always be the center of their attention. they will never stop threatening you with it. telling you of course i'm a good parent, i came to all of those stupid events.

you learn to balance yourself perfectly. you can either have a social life or you can have hobbies. both of these things will be under constant scrutiny. you spend too much time with her, you should be at home with family is equally paired with you're acting like this because you're addicted to what's on that goddamn screen. you cannot ever actually win, so everything falls within a barter system that you calculate before entering: do you want to learn how to drive? if so, you'll need to give up asking for a new laptop, even though yours died. maybe you can work on a computer at the library. of course, that would mean you'd be allowed to go to the library, which would mean something else has to bleed. nothing ever actually comes free.

and that bitter, horrible irony: you could be literally following their orders and it still isn't pretty. they tell you to get a job; they hate that your job keeps you late and gives you access to actual money. they tell you to do better in school; they say no child of mine needs a tutor. they want you to stop being so morose, don't you know there are people who are really suffering - but they revile the idea you might actually need therapy.

you didn't survive that fall the way other people would. you've seen other people scramble and get their way out, however they could. maybe you were made too-soft: the answer didn't come to you easily. it wasn't quick. it was brutal and nasty. some people even asked you why didn't you just work hard and escape during school? and you felt your head spinning. why didn't you? (they control your financial aid. they control your loan status. they love having that kind of thing). maybe in another life you got diagnosed sooner and got the meds you needed to actually focus and got attention from the right teachers who helped you clear hurdles to get up out of here - but for now? here?

the effort of trying. the effort of not-dying. that kind of effort was absolutely agonizing.

[fidgetspringer-art]

Hi, I need more cowboy x punk stuff after the suggestive boots, I also kinda wanna see them slowly infect each other's style since they look like similar sizes

I'm never gonna pass up the chance to draw Noah wearing Martin's clothes ;)

[goomens]

what if. s3. female-presenting crowley. she’s heartbroken + speeding in the bentley. queen’s killer queen is playing in the bg . what then

[feinv]

obfreakingsessed with ur blog idk how many times I can tell uuu 😩 i need a late night drive scrap with John wick xo

got that praise kink in me dawg, the more you tell me the better. (thank you my love ur ideas are always so good :3)

john would often take you to late night drives in his mustang ‘69 when the two of you just wanted to relax for a bit and get out of the house, without doing anything fancy. just listening to calm classical music, or chatting with one another.

the windows were rolled down, the chilly breeze creating pleasant air flow in the car, making your hair dance. your legs were sprawled on his lap, his one hand massaging you, the other on the steering wheel. you were staring at him eyes full of lust and adoration. he was just so perfect, you couldn’t believe he was real, and yours.

“it’s rude to stare, darling,” he half chuckled into the comfortable silence when he felt your gaze on him, glancing at you for a brief moment.

“shut up. i love you so much, john,” you smiled softly at his direction with your sweet voice, intertwining your fingers with his. the car stopped under the red light as he leaned closer to you, moving your messy hair out of you pretty face and kissing you gently.

“i love you too, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips, reconnecting them again for several seconds, his free hand buckling up your seat, “hold on tight,” he clicked the belt before you registered the cocky smirk on his face.

“wha- john!” he slammed the gas pedals momentarily, racing his car as the tires drifted against the asphalt, taking you out on a real adventure through the empty midnight streets ;)

[autismdurst]

Andd why have people been mad at him over this

[mvrr-6]

demiiiiiiiiiiiiii

[transingthoseformers]

https://www.tumblr.com/transingthoseformers/768061926297190400/i-feel-stupid-i-know-in-fandoms-and-stuff-we

Some horny ass bot looking up human auto and repair stuff stumbling upon Baffles and just realizing

“Holy Primus………….WE CAN FUCK AGAIN!!!

*gross sobbing*

WITH NO CONSEQUENCES!!!!!!*

And immediately making them cybertronian sized. And maybe slipping some to the end my faction too, you know, cause maybe they might need it……. Especially those in cross faction relations

Ddhdxgsg

Mmmm yes, this tells such a goddamn story here

[fraternum-momentum]

WE'RE GETTING EVICTED FROM OUR APARTMENT.

[skitskatdacat63]

2010 Bahrain Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso

[roe-and-memory]

this was my first cars art ever (march) and its louise nash!

i drew it cause memory said, and i quote "i love her backstory of just going out on the track with a number pasted on her car and entering herself in a race bc she wanted to" and we concluded that she wore a pretty dress just because she Can and she slayed

[glitcheslikeslego]

car ride art is a whole different breed of art so have this car ride harumi with prebby makeup style :3

[sparklingchim]

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

*IF YOU USED TO LISTEN TO THEM*