rusted cars

my great uncle Bob is exactly what you’d expect from an australian farmer. he’s approximately 65 years old and he’s a cattle farmer on a station (a station is a fuck off huge ranch, basically, it’s a couple thousand acres) and he’s this beanpole of a man who looks like he’s spent his entire life outside because, well, he has. he also drives this ancient beat-up yellow ute which is more rust than car at this point and was made in approximately 1980. it’s old. 

anyway he was driving to the far end of the station the other day and an emu ran out in front of his car and he hit it, only it didn’t die, it came flying through the windshield, still alive and mostly unharmed. so there’s my uncle and this emu which is now sitting in the front seat of his car and understandably the emu is pretty pissed off and the first thought that goes through Bob’s head is “oh shit it’s going to start kicking me” so he figures the best way to stop it doing that is to punch it in the face and that is the story of how my uncle got in a fistfight with an emu.

the raven cycle character aesthetics: what's in their bags edition
  • gansey: a crumpled map of crudely sketched ley lines, a heavy leather book marked with sticky notes, a small box of epipens, polished car keys, old receipts from Nino's, a spare pair of tortoise shell glasses
  • adam: tarot cards neatly packed together, one blue pen with a lost cap, a school notebook nearly falling apart, half used hand lotion from ronan, rusted car keys, extra change
  • ronan: a chipped lighter, a nearly empty silver flask, a crucifix pendant looped into a rope chain, a folded photo of aurora lynch, old cassette tapes, snacks for chainsaw
  • blue: three chapsticks, an unopened cup of blueberry yogurt and a tiny plastic spoon taped to the top, a bunch of colorful hair clips, a broken choker necklace, an unopened bag of pressed flowers, a beaded compact mirror
  • noah: a glittery snow globe, a set of used coloring pencils, a picture of his unsmudgy self when he was alive, a couple toy race cars from his childhood, a fuzzy blanket, a picture of the gangsey smiling
  • henry: bits of crushed metal from god knows what, a spare ringer t-shirt in case his current shirt gets wet for some reason, tools to fix robobee just in case, expensive hair gel, baseball cap with the word 'bro', snackbox of kimchi because he's always hungry
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A/N: This… is disgusting, plotless, irredeemable fluff. I’m sorry. 

“What’ll it be, hon?” 

This waitress can’t be for real. She’s ambiguously middle-aged, with poorly-bleached, preposterously floofy hair piled on top of her head. Wide hips, blue eyeshadow, one bad tooth - the works. She’s like a caricature. Hell, she’s even chewing gum, smacking it cheerfully between her tongue and her teeth. She’s unbelievable, is what she is. This whole diner is unbelievable. And true to his penchant for unbelievable things, Mulder is absolutely delighted. 

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My predictions if Hollywood ever turns Danger Days into a movie:
  • Character designs are all generic Mad Max ripoffs
  • Orange color palette
  • Everyone looks mysteriously healthy and well-fed
  • Huge concert scenes with electric guitars and pyrotechnics
  • Only one or two female Killjoys are actually named and have lines
  • DJ Hot Chimp wears a skimpy American flag bikini for no reason
  • LGBT characters do not exist
  • Literally everything is covered in graffiti
  • Shots of bonfires, explosions, huge parties, gunfights, abandoned warehouses, and a Killjoy spraying graffiti on a building
  • Life is one big party until the writers suddenly decide there needs to be some realism, so the Killjoys scramble for water supplies or watch a major character die for 30 seconds…
  • …and then life is one big party again
  • Dr. Death Defying exists solely just to be the “cool DJ dude”
  • Bad, distracting use of slang
  • BL/ind is generically evil for reasons never explained
  • At least one scene where a Killjoy stands on a rusted car in a junkyard and gives a dramatic speech while the others scream and throw their fists in the air