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Meanwhile, in heaven♡

The part of my life where I had you will forever be my favourite, kid♡

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sometimes reading about emotionally constipated cars or airplanes is comforting idk

(for real. this fandom has some of the most talented writers/artists/creators)

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been SERIOUSLY neglecting posts here cuz im mainly on cara for art atm BUT OH LIGHTNING MCQUEEN FANSSSS COME GET YER DINNEERRRRR

the paps get a shot after a confrontation between monty and his agent escalates- the residents of radiator springs tries their best to comfort the racer and flo tries her best to shield him from the cameras

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His Legacy

Happy New Year!!

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mistletoe

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the holidays are never officially here until i see the christmas light extension cord of death by electricity and I have yet to see it.

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forever a fan of the 'slathered my entire body in cherry glitter gloss' look

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my cars art gallery part two :>

the order for both posts has been latest to oldest, hopefully you can see how much ive improved heheh 🫣 which one is your fave??

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the type of vibes retired monty brings to the paddock

based on this pic of nico rosberg... continue pushing my lightning mcqueen is nico coded agenda 😁

my beautiful post here i just needed to have these side by side. by nico coded i firstly mean looks but i have a long list... dont ask tho i wouldnt be able to elaborate

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Halloween Fun

My hubby dressed up as Lightning McQueen...but after he's been retired for twenty years and is just making appearances for beer money.

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happy halloween!! cowboy lightning at your service 😘

ill open commissions in this style soon so keep an eye out for the announcement on my insta!! <3

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The Butte is quiet, desert sands deep and blue in the night’s illusion. The Hornet nearly vanishes into the land, maybe even darker than the sky, but the kid’s bleach-blond hiding natural rose gold roots stands out among it all. Doc had once driven them both out when Lightning couldn’t sleep and Doc couldn’t stand to watch the boy struggle to find some quiet. It’s since become a regular endeavor.

Doc is supine on the hood, at peace and drifting away slowly, until he’s jolted by the Hornet suddenly shaking in light of a delighted gasp from beside him. The kid clambers forward like, well, a kid, and Doc has to snatch the back of his jacket to keep him from eating sand in his excitement.

“Stars!” The boy gasps, happy and breathless with the sight. “Doc, there’s gotta be a billion!”

As he gapes up at them, happier than the sun, Doc can’t help but wonder how it took him so long to notice them to begin with. But this is Lightning “I am Speed” McQueen, Doc remembers with a chuckle. Always racing past the world.

“Never seen stars?”

“I’ve never seen them so up close.” McQueen’s chin rests on his knees, arms folded around his legs. Doc only hears him because they’re right next to each other in the silent night, the kid’s voice is so soft. “Mom loved the stars. Said they were a buncha different stories.”

Doc can’t find the words to reply because he can’t get past that one the kid let slip. Lightning’s never mentioned his family, his home life, certainly not his mother. He doesn’t even seem to realize it, maybe Doc wasn’t meant to hear it. Lightning’s gazing up at the night as if it’s just confessed its love. Suddenly Doc feels like he’s intruding on a moment that he shouldn’t be a part of.

So he sits there and watches the kid watch the stars, waiting for him to turn around and pretend none of it happened. But Lightning isn’t always as predictable as Doc once thought he was, before the road and the dirt and the fixing the town and the thanking Doc at the end of a race he could have won, if not for his heart.

“There!” Lightning points at the moon’s lengthy smile. “The Cheshire Cat. You know, from Alice? He would smile just like that. And—and Maisie would just talk to it.” He plays with a loose thread on his jacket. “Said he never stops smiling,” he says, smile thin as he retreats into his thoughts, much to Doc’s concern.

He considers asking for details, where are they now. But he, like the rest of the town, hovers behind a wall of trepidation when it comes to the kid’s past. The only ones brave enough to ask—Mater and Luigi—were left without a clear answer. Oh Doc knows, he was at the diner that day, had looked over his stack of cards and past Sheriff’s shoulder to see McQueen pass over questions about his family like a speed bump. His smile had halted, eyes frozen, before carrying on a different topic as if nothing happened, back on a smooth road and quick to move forward.

Presently Lightning sighs, hides in his knees. “Gosh, Doc, I love the stars. I love the moon and Alice in Wonderland, because, like, it’s *so fun and ridiculous.* I hated it as a kid for not making sense, Maisie was obsessed. But now I love it and—and—“

And Doc is quick to spring into action, despite his age he never lost that ability. He has McQueen in his arms just as the first sob spills over. The kid tucks into his chest, bawling incoherent things Doc can’t make out save for “mom” and “Maisie” and “mom” and “my sister” and—and—and—

He falls asleep on Doc’s chest at some point, though Doc is too stunned to notice at first. He hasn’t seen the kid cry since he thought May—the kitten McQueen takes everywhere—ran away, only to find her asleep in one of Doc’s Piston Cups in the garage. Lightning hadn’t let her out of his sight for days afterwards.

When Doc’s bones being to protest their position he shifts McQueen to his back, sliding off the Hornet to set him inside. Once seatbelts are on Doc pulls out of the butte and sets back to town, driving slow to just let the kid sleep.

He doesn’t hear about the kid’s family again after that night. But he’s more attuned to how Lightning clings to Flo a lot of days. He notices how Lightning brings some book—oh, Alice—around with him for the next few weeks. Apparently Sally owned a copy, among other stories and random books she collected. Doc notices but he doesn’t comment, not yet.

But he wonders.

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caution caution caution

last piece of "Racing With The 95: Stage Two" !!! i cant thank you all enough for the support on this series :'))

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Having your main anxiety response be Avoidance is crazy cause you'll think you're chillin and then one day you're like waitttt I've been paralyzed with fear this whole time. Damn

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go get em, rookie

i like to think that doc would keep calling lightning 'rookie', even though lightning had become a seasoned professional by the time these "photos" were taken :>

no.2 of "Racing With The 95: Stage Two"! thank you for the support on the last piece, yall never fail to blow me away every time!!

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fire up the engines!

happy birthday hot rod <3

first piece of "Racing With The 95: Stage Two"! all of "Stage One" has been posted, please check it out!! thank you so much for the support on this series. it's been so fulfilling and i'm so excited to show you all what i've cooked up for this stage !! <3<3