cars i want to own


((ayo yoyoooo just a little something for @ask-spacetan !!))

Being an adult is really wild because you can just do things??? Like a couple of months ago I wanted a puppy so I just…went and got a puppy? And now we need a better car so we’re just going to…walk into a dealership and buy a better car?

Like you don’t have to convince anyone or justify anything and honestly it’s sort of fake.

  • Namjoon: Okay so the MV for War of Hormone, what should we do?
  • Jungkook: I wanna pick up Yoongi hyung!
  • Yoongi: What?? Why is it always me? Pick up Jimin.
  • Jungkook: But... That be gay
  • Jimin, laying across Jungkooks lap: We are gay
  • Jungkook: ... I wanna pick up Yoongi hyung
  • Yoongi: Fine! If you drop me you're fucking dead.
  • Namjoon: What else?
  • Taehyung: I want a lollipop.
  • Namjoon: ..Okay
  • Taehyung: I also want to be really sexy the whole time
  • Jin: That's the point of that song
  • Taehyung: I wanna smack Jimin's ass
  • Jungkook: I wanna smack my own ass
  • Hobi: I want a car
  • Jin: I want bikes
  • Yoongi: We should like go into a gym at the end... So we can play basketball afterward.
  • Taehyung: Can I get the girl at the end?
  • Namjoon: ... Alright.
Further Observations
  • There are more than 3000 floors to Kane Co Tower, if the number behind Kane when he walks into his office are to be believed. The current tallest building the WORLD is only a couple-hundred.  WE GET IT DUDE YOURS IS BIGGER.
  • Casual reminder Texas punches the inside of his car to make it do things instead of pressing buttons
  • also he appears to have two gas pedals so he can just slAM BOTH FEET ON THEM AS HARD AS POSSIBLE
  • We see exactly one (1) female Kane Co. executive (excluding Julie) and she appears to be a very curvy middle-aged black lady who I have immediately decided is Claire’s mom
  • OKAY BUT IT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE THAT’S HOW CLAIRE AND JULIE ENDED UP FRIENDS!  Kane wouldn’t let just anybody be his precious Julie-Bear’s friend!  Claire’s mom is part of Kane’s Board of Directors!  YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS HEADCANON FROM ME
  • Almost every time we catch a brief glimpse of Chuck’s eyes he’s making a face like >8C  like this boy is scared but also he is ready to Throw Down
  • Jacob has canonically created AIs that can feel loyalty, fear and kinship, and that can be moved by speeches/emotionally engaged.  
  • So honestly, we’re a go for any android headcanon anybody wants to throw around, lbr.
  • The face Mike makes when Chuck is like “I’d have to save you life and let’s face it, that ain’t gonna happen” literally breaks my heart EVERY TIME he’s so sad that Chuck’s sad oh my god.
  • related: the face Chuck makes when Mike pins the crown pin on his chest makes me UNBELIEVABLY GODDAMN EMOTIONAL holy crap he’s so happy
  • Rayon could literally punch me in the face and I would be like HAHA WOW
  • The Duke is REALLY PISSED about Mike accidentally wrecking one half-built car-frame, but literally fires fully-built limos out of a cannon at people.  WHAT IS THE TRUTH
  • Listening to Chuck babbling while trying to drive in Blonde Thunder like AT LEAST LET HIM SWEAR HE OBVIOUSLY WANTS TO HE IS DYING

beingatoaster  asked:

Ultra-Texas HEALING POWER (I'm crying at that title it's beautiful)

Anonymous said to livelivefastfree:  Ultra healing Texas power? I choose that one for the request night, but I don’t think I’ve seen that one before. What’s it about if I may ask?

rollerskatinglizard said to livelivefastfree:  Ultra healing Texas Power omg that sounds amazing, Texas you beautiful snowflake what are you up to

Anonymous said to livelivefastfree:  yo but wth is G-Ultra-Healing TEXAS POWER, it’s all in caps so you have seeded curiosity within my soul

and not part of the request night but very pertinent,

Anonymous said to livelivefastfree:  I need Texas angst 


He’s on the ground, crumpled up and silent.  Julie runs, stumbling and dizzy, and drops down by Texas’s side, hauling at his shoulder with all her strength, pulling him over onto his back.

“A Hound got you through the window,” says Julie.  “You rolled Stronghorn.”

Texas blinks and then, slowly, reaches down to his side. Chuck glances over, does a double-take and then squawks and dives to pull his hand away.  “—dude no!  Don’t touch it!”

“What?”  It takes Texas two attempts to pull his hand out of Chuck’s grip, to his obvious chagrin. “Why not?”

“Because a couple of Julie’s weird Kane Co. gel strips are the only thing keeping the blood in your body instead of all over the floor?”

Texas snorts, but stops poking.

……….okay so it’s not really Texas angst, it’s just Texas injury h/c, so sue me haha.

Why did 9 Mazda blogs start following me? Is there a new anime that has to do with cars?

Edit: I figured it out. This blog I follow posted this picture of ramen and tagged it as mazda for some reason. I liked that post, so therefore I like Mazdas. Obvs.

anonymous asked:

Muck fusion (gem or otherwise idc) is just always hugging himself.

I could literally just draw fusions all day haha gem or human I have SUCH A WEAKNESS you guys


anonymous asked:

The car Sam drives in The Raid, it's too modern to be from the Bunker so I was wondering, did Sam steal that or is it hopefully-possibly-please-let-it-be his car? Baby will always be Home but I just really want Sam to have his own car too, for the freedom of it being HIS, to not have to ask for the keys to go on a spontaneous drive or worry about the bunker cars drawing curious eyes. He has so little of his own besides the BOX OF INTENSE FEELS T_T that I just really want this one thing for him!!

IT REALLY SHOULD BE. I mean, he and Dean couldn’t get away with stealing cars as easily now that they have an established home base. 

It’d really be in their best interests if Sam had a car. 

And Sam could have his iPod jack in his car without being yelled at and his car could smell like dog without complaint and he could adjust the seat and steering wheel just right for his gigantic body and it’d be perfect every single time he got in. And he wouldn’t have to shut his cakehole about music and could listen to NPR or academic podcasts or whatever the heck floated his boat, and it’d be B E A U T I F U L.

SAM’S CAR (please?):

Anonymous said: Burnerhugpil e please

sunshine over Motorcity

JuminZen Week Day 3 : First Kiss || Discoveries

It’s a side story for the Werewolf AU that I’m working on over at @mysme-fics (I’m currently on hiatus, so I won’t be updating there till July), but this could also be read as a two part stand-alone. I don’t know how people over at the main blog would receive this pairing, so I decided to post this on my personal instead (but adding to the masterlist in case somebody wants to read it). Hooray for first entry that isn’t a reblog / random post! lololol

Anyway, JuZen week came along, so I thought, why not? Enjoy~!


Wolf pack AU sidestory 1 : Mates

“Dammit. I shouldn’t have let him drink,“ Zen grumbles as he carries an intoxicated Jumin on his back.

Being a vampire, he could easily lift a wolf shifter on his back, but this was the alpha, and the man’s close proximity with him since earlier was just uncomfortable.

But he did choose to keep him company after all, and it made Zen question his decision to comfort him instead of minding his own business.

“What crawled inside of you and died? Looks like the young master needs a drink,“ Zen says by way of greeting, testing if Jumin would snipe back.

“If you have something stronger than human booze, I’ll take it,“ Jumin replies as he intently watches the celebration unfold. He then looks in Zen’s direction, sadness reflected in his gray eyes. “I just… want to forget.“

Zen had intended the statement to be a joke, but seeing the expression that Jumin held made him want to comfort and lend a friendly ear.

“Then I have just the thing.“

“It must be a special day if you’re letting me ride your motorcycle with you,“ Jumin lets out a small chuckle as he gingerly accepts and puts on the helmet Zen handed him.

“Well I don’t really own a car, young master, but if you want to alert everyone where we’re going, go ahead and call driver Kim,“ Zen replies by way of sarcasm.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I’ve always wanted to ride one of these… deathtraps since long ago, and I’m just a little excited to be riding one now.“

“Whatever, just get in before they start looking for us,“ Zen boards his bike in one fluid motion and revs up the engine. He savors the first shot of endorphins as the engine rumbles to life, his body anticipating the thrilling rush of speed that would follow once he goes on the road.

The bike dips for a moment as Jumin boards the motorcycle, arms automatically going around his waist. It had been Zen’s dream to ride his bike with an attractive woman wrapping her arms around him, but he never imagined that the first person he’d ride it with to be Jumin. It was uncomfortable, but it’s not like he had a choice — it was Jumin’s first time to ride such a vehicle, and his bike required both riders to lean over to gain speed and balance.

They arrived at their destination not long after — a club catering to paranormals located in the shady part of the suburbs.

“I know it’s not like the places where the old alpha usually holds his parties, but it’s the only place around here that sells liquor for paranormals like us,“ Zen absently scratches his head as he tries to avoid Jumin’s eyes. Why was he embarrassed all of a sudden?

“I must admit that I’ve expected you to bring me to such a place, Zen, but I don’t really mind,“ smirking, Jumin pats Zen’s shoulder before approaching the establishment.

Jogging to catch up with Jumin’s impossibly long strides, Zen blocked his way before he could reach the door. “Look, not all the people inside are paranormals, so whatever you do, try not to attract attention, okay?“

“Are you worried for me, Zen? You don’t have to worry though, because between the two of us, you would be the one who would attract the most attention due to your ridiculously good looks,“ smirking, Jumin walks around him and enters the building first.

Blushing at the compliment suddenly thrown his way, Zen followed his companion inside.

Praise about his good looks were fine coming from anybody else, but why was it annoying coming from Jumin?

The dull facade was definitely misleading to say the least.

As soon as the bouncer checked their IDs, both of them were buzzed inside. Despite the unimpressive decor, the music was loud, and there were a lot of people on the dance floor , grinding, flirting, and dancing in time with the music. The smell of cheap cigarettes, alcohol, sweat,and sex was also present, and only the promise of a reprieve from the reality of his best friend getting hitched kept Jumin from rushing outside and hurling.

There were a few who spared them a couple of glances as the waiter led them to the booths at the far side of the club, but aside from the few who greeted Zen, nobody gave them a second look.

Their orders were taken as soon as they were seated and was promptly served after a few minutes. Jumin gagged as soon as the beverage’s smell hit him.

“What is this?“

“It’s vodka laced with methanol. Humans would normally get blind or die from drinks like this, but it could easily get a paranormal drunk without the deadly side effects. Drink up.“

Jumin unquestioningly downed the shot straight up, wincing as the liquid fire burned its way to his stomach.

“No wonder paranormals call it the devil’s drink. It tastes like hellfire,“ Jumin said, putting the shot glass down and wiping his mouth with the back of his other hand. “Again.“

Zen chuckles after taking a sip out of his own drink. “I never thought the day would come when I would witness the young master drink like a heartbroken fool.“

“I AM heartbroken, but I’m not a fool, Zen. And I’m just abusing your hospitality since you’re awfully nice today,“ Jumin snatches the bottle from him and pours some on Zen’s glass. He then proceeds to pour some on his as well, but doesn’t drink right away.

“Well, damn, you’re footing the bill then.“

“Fair enough.“

A couple of minutes pass without them saying anything, merely enjoying each other’s company over a bottle of liquid hellfire.

After the eighth shot, Jumin looked relaxed, the usual tension on his shoulders gone and his cheeks flushed pink as he nursed his ninth drink. “I always thought you hated me, but here you are comforting me with this vile drink.“  

“If you’re going to complain about it, then don’t drink, idiot. And I don’t… really hate you, you know. It’s just… you remind me of my older brother and my overly traditional parents. They were the reason I ran away from the coven, after all. I knew it was unfair to dislike you on sight because of your upbringing, but… “

Zen trails away, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

Jumin doesn’t say anything right away and regards him with his grey eyes instead before finishing the rest of his liquor.

“Well, I can’t really change the way I am to accommodate your feelings, but I guess I can be considerate towards you from now on.“

“Yeah, um, thanks. I’ll try to do the same then. So… about earlier… were you… you know, secretly in love with Rika and were heartbroken when she got engaged?“

“Rika? No, she’s more like a sister to me.“

“Then… V?“

At the mention of his bestfriend’s name, Jumin clammed up and tried to school his features, reverting from the relaxed, smiley man, to the emotionless mask he always wore. But Zen had noticed the subtle change, taking the hint that it was a sensitive topic for him.

“Ahaha, sorry, that was awkward. I was just curious because of the rumors about you being gay and all.“

“For someone who claims to hate conformity, you sure are stiff yourself. I’m equally attracted to both genders, but I’m more discreet about it, unlike my father. And yes, it was V,“ with his voice taking on a dangerously hard tone, Zen decided to back up, not wanting to start a fight with Jumin.

“I… I’m sorry if I offended you. I mean, I’m not really judging your preferences… erm… Jumin, I think you’ve had too much already.“

“Let me drink just a bit more.“

With a little difficulty, Zen finally managed to get Jumin up the stairs and into his bed.

“If you’re going to drink again, you drink alone, you hear? Seriously, you’re just as bad as Yoosung when he gets drunk!“

Making his way out after placing a blanket over his charge, Zen was surprised when a pair of hands jerked him back and dragged him to the bed. Jumin hovered over him, and Zen noted the change in the alpha’s eyes and the appearance of fangs.

Was he going to shift and eat him alive?


That single word came as a shock to Zen, and it was too late for him to react when Jumin dove in and claimed his lips in a searing kiss.

He tried to keep his lips shut, but with the combination of Jumin grinding his erection against his thigh and the hair pulling, Zen couldn’t help the groans and mewls that escaped him, and the momentum was just enough for Jumin to deepen the kiss.

He tried to push Jumin away from him at first, but he was intoxicated and aroused as well, so he ended up going along and kissing back.

The sexual tension was thick in the air, each exploring the other’s body with their hands, lips.

It wasn’t until Zen accidentally bit Jumin’s lip and drew blood that something clicked and he suddenly sobered up, forcefully pushing Jumin away, denial thick in his veins as he hurriedly left the room without looking back.

“No… it couldn’t be… Jumin couldn’t be my beloved.“

[Part 2]

anonymous asked:

i know Roach did a Chuck/Dutch fusion but tbh i'm so thirsty and i want More? it's too late for more Art Science (lol at that tag) but if it's not too much to ask if you could try to do your version?

I WILL DO MY BEST.  It’s been a while since I saw Roach’s cutie last, so if I just try really hard not to think about her design, hopefully I can avoid ripping it off!  >:O  OKAY.

Dutch and Chuck are both kind of weird personalities because Dutch is The Quiet One until he’s pissed off and Chuck is The Anxious One until he has the means to fight??  So I could see those levelling each other out, OR he’s quiet and intellectual and anxious until he EXPLODES and then LASER-GUIDED RAGE.  >:I ????

Regardless!  Here’s a tall, smart, artsy sweetheart.  Builds cars with one pair of hands and then programs their software with the other.  I tried to figure out a compromise between my cyborg headcanons and Dutch’s art and got cyborg light-painty fingers!

  • He wanted four arms but only got two so he built himself another pair.
  • His fingers and palm are RGB additive, the better for light painting move over Thomas Kinkade, actual Painter Of Light coming through
  • The eye on his hat changes colors.  ((So do his actual eyes probably, not that you can ever see them!))

Also!  After I was done drawing these I went back to Roach’s Dutch+Chuck fusion to see what hers looked like again because he’s super cute, and then I Made An Attempt.

He Cute! >o<

ding dong duch is back (with original work sorry)

HI okay sorry I know I’ve been very inactive but like, first it was finals and then it was a car accident and now it’s legal stuff (nothing major just part of the car accident thing Duch ain’t going to jail) so I’m just trying to stay on top of everything.

I’ve still been writing but I’ve been on more of an original kick lately than fan stuff (although Blackwatch AU is going up friday so like look forward to that I guess) and I’m trying to put together a portfolio of original work since I already have a portfolio of like, news pieces and journalistic things I’ve done.

Long story short here’s a short little character study (which is ironically about cars and legal trouble) that I wrote to put in such a portfolio and was edited by the lovely @woestar and @ullsumbra. I figured I’d slap it up here just to assure everyone that I’m still here and I still write stuff.

I’ll be back with fan stuff soon don’t fret! Thanks for your patience kids <3

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I don’t know what the hell I’m workin’ for. Sometimes I sit in my apartment—all alone. And I think of the rent I’m paying. And it’s crazy. But then, it’s what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I’m lonely.
—  Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman