mcqueen is the king


“We’ve all made terrible mistakes in our life, done things that no apology can heal, but you just have to keep going trying to find some new happiness no matter how much you’ve lost. The strange thing is, losing those people is what brought us together, it’s how we found each other, it’s what made us family.”

You know those surreal pictures of celebrities doing mundane day to day tasks and you get the wierdest, amused sensation from it??? Ok take that but do it with the racing celebs.

Like. Some anonymous paparazzi on social media just uploads a picture of Strip “The King” Weathers, 7 time Piston Cup champ, outside of his very plain suburban home taking the garbage down the driveway, sipping an iced tea at the same time.

Cruz Ramirez caught grocery shopping at a local Walmart, cart filled with half fitness half comfort foods, sporting a “broke college student” look and nearly unrecognizable.

Paparazzi sneak into the IGNITR training center only to find Jackson Storm mopping the hallways (Thanks “Gus”!).

Cal Weathers trying to be incognito on a bus, later is seen meeting up with Bobby Swift at a Burger King.

That one Kanye video but with Chick Hicks where the cameraman says good morning to him around 4am, only for Chick in his boxers to swear at him and close the garage door.

Doc Hudson just standing there, but he’s wearing a fanny pack.

A picture of Lightning Mcqueen standing in his kitchen, wearing baggy sweatclothes, a beanie, and stuffing hot cheetos into his mouth. He’s holding them with chopsticks so the dust won’t get on his fingers.

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic about lightning and The King bounding after Lightning loses Doc

When he was invited to the public memorial service, the grief was too fresh in his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to RSVP “no.” 

When RSN asked him to host a charity race in Doc’s honor, he couldn’t help but feel like it was a grab at a “humble” marketing opportunity. The idea of a corporation, even one that provided his career, taking advantage of Doc’s death killed him. He declined.

But when they had the first Piston Cup race under Doc’s name, something changed in him and he simply had to compete. Having someone else take home a cup with Doc’s name engraved on it would have just felt so wrong. So finally, he attended. 

“Key kid!” a familiar voice called out from the crowd as Lightning was making a hasty exit out of the press conference post-race. Still riding the high of the victory, but too melancholic to face the fake personalities of the press, Lightning was eager to load up and head home. However, this voice intrigued him enough to stop and spin around. Upon doing so, he was greeted by a familiar Dinoco-blue smile.

“Strip?” he said in pleasant surprise. 

“Hey, how ya doin son?” Strip greeted in his usual friendly tone.

“Strip! I had no idea you’d be here, it’s been too long.” Lightning said, genuinely engaged in the conversation for the first time in a while.

“I’ve been good, these old axles have healed up pretty well. Enjoying the retirement.” he answered honestly. “How bout you, kid? I had a feeling today’s race might’a been hard on ya.” Strip asked cautiously. Lightning sighed, thankful to be able to give an honest answer.

“You guess right. I’m happy to win, trust me, I am. Feels good to do him proud. But it’s just…” his eyes broke contact to avoid tearing up. “it’s just hard to not see him in the pits, or hear his voice over the headsets. It kept my head on straight.” Lightning suffered through the sentence. “God, I miss him, Strip. It’s just not getting easier.”

Strip’s brows pinched together in empathetic pain. 

“Lightning, I can’t tell you anything that will make it easier. I’m real sorry you’re goin through all this pain, and I can’t imagine what you must be feelin’. But if it means anything, Doc raved about you ever since he became your chief. He talked about how good it felt to be assured that someone would carry on his legacy, that someone would do him proud. Son, I think you’re doin’ just that.” Strip said in his old and wise voice. Something about his speech sounded very familiar to Lightning, and it was a familiarity that he hadn’t felt in a few months. This time, he allowed the tears to well up with a wide and warm smile.

“Thank you, Strip. Really.” Strip returned his genuine grin.

“Welp, I outta return to the Mrs. You take care, Lightning. And take care of his town and his people.” Strip said as he turned to drive away. Lightning gave him a final smile and a nod. 

“I will, Strip. Thanks for the kind words.” 

Strip smirked to himself as he returned to his trailer, happy to see the rookie wasn’t so much of a one-man-show these days.