Okay so I have like 50 bazillion headcanons for this but I’m gonna try to keep it small fry for right now so
Car #1 - Dad Mobile
Literally the chillest car because Dad Winters
Dad Winters means not too obnoxious music
Basilone’s in the back pouting because he wants to play his moto Marine music
Nix is obviously DJ-ing/in control of the aux cord
Current playlist consists of: Radiohead, Queen, the Waterboys, Fleetwood Mac, probs David Bowie, Pete Yorn, Don Henley, a little RHCP from Gene, the Joy Division, Elvis Presley, the Hollies, CCR
Car #2 - The S.S. RayRay
LITERALLY THE SING-ALONG CAR
Brad’s the long-suffering parent sitting in the passenger seat listening to Ray, Skip, and Penk belting songs out
“If anyone of you guys starts singing country I swear to god” - Brad
Ray throwing back tons of Ripped Fuel and going off on rants, because Ray
Malarkey’s got a card game going on in the back rows
“I’M JUST A TEEEEEEENAGE DIRTBAG, BABY!”
Current playlist consists of: Sum 41, ABBA, Queen, the Pixies, Faith No More, Wheatus, Alanis Morissette, House of Pain, Jurassic 5, Mudhoney, Beastie Boys, Kasabian, Franz Ferdinand
Car #3 - Salt Crew
Hope you like punk rock because that’s all Liebgott’s playing while he’s driving
SOOOO MUCH BLACK FLAG
“For the last time Web we’re not listening to Vampire Weekend” - Liebgott
Grant’s music taste is the only acceptable alternative for some reason
Babe and Guarnere are in the back trading stories about Philly
Poor Skinny’s listening to his own music while Lieb and Web argue over theirs
“Shut up and pick something already, Jesus” - Hoosier with quintessential Hoosier face
Current playlist consists of: Black Flag, FIDLAR, Queens of the Stone Age, Glass Animals (”Goddammit Web!”), Public Enemy, Burning Sensations, the Circle Jerks, Dan Auerbach, the Black Keys, Pearl Jam
Car #4 - Hot Wheels
PARTY VAN YO
Luz has put together the weirdest playlist by far
He has a tendency to dance while he’s driving
Basically the sing-along car 2.0
Runner and Luz are the dynamic duo of smartassery
Which then makes Lipton the long-suffering parent in the passenger seat
The car with the most snacks??
Rudy’s made a bunch of snacks specifically for their car <3
Current playlist consists of: the Record Company, the Spice Girls, Kate Bush, Phish, Smashmouth, the Pixies, Tame Impala, New Order, Tears for Fears, Lene Lovich, Queen, Billy Squier
Car #5 - Sass Car
Speirs insists on driving for as long as humanly possible (idk???)
Everyone’s listening to Speirs’ music because no one wants to interrupt his jam session and piss him off
Blues rock for days
More or less the quiet car
Phillips and Sledge swapping stories in the back
Snafu being laconic and smartass as fuck
Current playlist consists of: PJ Harvey, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Zack Lopez, Death Cab for Cutie, Radio Moscow, Romeo Void, Nine Inch Nails, Blue Oyster Cult, Middle Class Rut, Queensryche, Led Zeppelin
ALSO EVERY CAR WINDS UP SINGING BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY AT ONE POINT OR ANOTHER
Pls add on so I’m not the only contributing k thanx
Always with his black hoodie and hair over his face and extremely closed
up personality, he didn’t know many people, he had one friend, and he was
basically the least person in the entire school. And that would be fine for
him, honestly, if it wasn’t for one single problem:
He had fallen in love with Roman, the most popular boy in the school.
And not only the most popular boy in the school, but also the one that dated
the biggest and most handsome guy in the school, the quarterback of their
Like what chance someone like Ann would have with someone that dated a
And yet, there he found himself, staring with wide eyes under his fringe
while Roman walked past him after his boyfriend had hit his bike with his car.
Or smiling as he saw Roman coming to his direction in the hallway, only to be
pushed by his big boyfriend on the ground. Or blushing when he caught his stare
in the cafeteria.
“Why don’t you go talk to him?” Logan, his best friend, said once,
clearly annoyed by his little affection demonstrations. Ann groaned, looking
down at the floor. “Look. Prom night is coming. You should ask him”
“Are you going to ask Morgan?” he asked, bitterly, and that shut up the
other immediately. Ann looked up again, biting his bottom lip as he saw Roman
giving him a quick glance from all the way down the cafeteria.
He was probably looking at someone else. Roman couldn’t possible know
who Ann was. But still, he liked to think that those glances were for him.
Because why not? He wasn’t harming anyone.
Then, prom night came, and he had no one to dance with. He was sitting
down, looking at the table, hair messy, suit bothering him, everything hell. He
looked at his side and smiled shyly as he saw Logan and Morgan dancing. At
least someone had been lucky. He turned his head forward again and he froze,
Through the crowd, Roman was walking to him, looking shy but decided,
and Ann turned around all the way, checking if his boyfriend was anywhere near.
No. He was nowhere. He felt his heart speeding it’s beat and his hand shake and
looked up again, Roman stopping next to him, smiling.
“Hey.” He said, and Ann couldn’t even answer, a knot on his throat. “I
heard you like My Chemical Romance. Would you like to… I don’t know… Go on
their show with me this Friday?” he asked, and then pulled out of his pocket
two tickets for the concert. Ann’s eyes widened and he was then pulled up by
Roman, gently, while the tickets were forgotten on the table.
“I-I…” he mumbled, shakily, and Roman smiled shyly, pulling him for a
dance. Ann swallowed his awkwardness up and wrapped his arms around Roman’s
waist, slowly starting to dance with him, losing himself in the boy’s eyes.
They danced, slowly, close, and Ann couldn’t believe it. It could only
be a dream. And as Roman started to lean down, their faces so close, noses
almost touching, he felt something tugging on his shoulder and groaned.
When he opened his eyes, he was on a couch, with Logan staring down at
“Come on, Ann. You have been sleeping for two hours and you need to get
ready for prom night” he said, before rolling his eyes and walking away. “I don’t
understand why I promise these things to you”
Ann looked up at the ceiling and sighed, closing his eyes, begging to
fall asleep again. It had seemed so real… They had been so close…
But someone like Roman would never want him unless it was a dream.
Summary: as Alfred prepares to make a gift for Father’s Day, he begins to look through a photo album which takes him down memory lane in his time with the batfamily.
Warnings: cursing (always), badly executed puns
A/N I’m so sorry I’m late but I have been in Spain and London these past 2 weeks…yikes
“What to do, what to do,” Alfred murmured to himself as he strolled into the main living room of Wayne Manor. Bruce was a very simple man; he didn’t need an extravagant party to satisfy himself for father’s day. Yet somehow, finding a gift for him was a struggle.
Alfred neared the corner of the coffee table and spotted a large, brown leather-bound photo album sitting on it.
“Ah, now there’s an idea,” he smiled to himself and sat down on the sofa, grabbing the album in the process.
“A collection of photographs of Master Bruce and the family. Perfect,” Alfred opened the album delicately and began flipping through the pages.
With each picture, Alfred’s smile grew bigger and bigger. Some photos were ones that he took, some by Bruce and some by each of the “kids”.
He spotted a particular picture, one where he took on Damian’s first day of middle school. Everyone crowded around him with large smiles or silly faces, except Damian, who was in the middle, scowling and crossing his arms.