Saturday dawn under the bus. A clink of wrenches; slick and grimy grease; that clean and satisfied moment when the .006 feeler gauge passes through the valve gap.
Small as they are, these sensations are rituals,habits that connect amateur mechanics deeply to their vehicles, and therefore, their locomotion. This is the early morning work of ultimate freedom.
life is gonna come at you with hard times and tough choices
Happy birthday, roachpatrol! Thanks for all the amazing fic and art. Have a fic in return.
Fandom: Homestuck Words: 1297 Synopsis: To survive, sometimes you’ve got to make sacrifices and try something new. Or; Karkat Vantas decides to get a job on a smuggler’s ship.
carcinoGeneticist started trolling estuarineSloth!
CG: I HEAR YOU’RE LOOKING FOR CREWMEMBERS CG: I’D LIKE TO CG: I’D LIKE TO OFFER MY SERVICES ES: Lordlick Tavern on morrow’s eve CG: WHAT? ES: I’ll be there, dipstick ES: if you’re not scared shitless by the place ES: come by for an interview CG: I’LL BE THERE.