wrow i just wanted to say artemi panarin’s disgusting worthless racist ugly calder stealing ass can die slow on cedar point’s top thrill dragster for all i care and that brandon saad is a beautiful caring radiant human being and the blackhawks could never dream of being as good as one of brandon saad’s steaming post-taco bell shits, so they can jot that the fuck down
-the squad ended up going on a road trip down to ohio. so they had to go to one of the craziest amusement parks.
-they ended up getting there an hour early and waited for it to open.
-when they went inside they went on one of the babyiest rides which was the corkscrew.
-jeremy is petrified of heights (which is crazy bec in this world he’s only 4 inches shorter than jake) so he has to go on all the baby rides.
-unlike his boyf michael loved heights, so he went on almost every thrill ride.
-jenna loves the fried cheese there.
-jake really only went on the maverick. but he went like 30 times so.
-brooke and chloe went to the snoopy land and got a bunch of photos.
-christine loved the bumper carts, wicked twister, and the feris wheel.
-michael dragged jeremy on the raptor and jeremy threw up right afterwards.
-michael immediately felt bad and went on all the rides jeremy wanted to go on and got him some oreo churros.
-rich loved the valvaren (valvarn??) and had a blast on the ride !
-chloe and jenna really liked the millennium force.
-michael loves thrill rides sure but he has his limits and that is the top thrill dragster. jake said “michael mell i challenge you to top thrill dragster. if you chicken out you and jeremy can’t make physical contact for an hour.” and michael took him on but he replied with, “and if i go on it you and rich can’t see eacg other for 2 hours and you have to be dragged on whatever jeremy wants to ride.”
-michael did the ride.
-jake hated those 2 hours.
-but afterwards when he got to finally see rich, rich ran across the whole park and throwing himself onto jake with his legs arouns jales waist. they were very happy.
-jenna and christine got their photos drawn!!
-chloe and brooke went on the gemini and afterwards went to the frozen yogurt place they had.
-jeremy loves dip-n-dots !!!@
-jenna and christine love the blue streak !
-the squad all met up again towards vlosing time and went on the iron dragon, the gatekeeper, and magnum xl-200 (only beacuse rich thought the name was silly)
-they all went out to dinner and talked about what their favorite ride was.
hey!! i love cedar point it’s so much fun!! whoot also wr have 600+ followers oh my gosh, that’s insane !!! i love you guys♡♡♡(edit holy heck we have 700 followers now !!)
The Fabulous Four: Basically just Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid and Jet Star.
The Killjoys: Basically what you see in the comic book so Val Velocity and all that lot. The image of rebellion. Will fight all your bullshit. Bright hair, fucking walking targets, provocative as fuck. They’re the fighters, the rebels, the ones facing off against the scarecrows. Dye stains on their skin.
Crash Queens: In my head these are kind of like flashy, drag-esque, shiny, hyper colour kids. Metallic and acidic. Melting red lips and blue eyelids. On speed or some strong zone weed. Always on. Awake only on the highest frequency, fucking sky-high. Shiny.
Motorbabies: Zonerats with a need for speed and motorbikes. Travel in packs like wolves. Short tempered and sharp teeth, but are more flight than fight. Only ever seen on the horizon in a cloud of dust or downing paint stripper. (Kobra is kind of a motor baby) Need petrol like Ritalin Kids need drugs. Theres shit between the Motorbabies and the Top Fuel Dragsters as to who can scoop out wheres the petrols at. Bandanas and gang logos are big.
Ritalin Kids: Poor buggers hyped up and addicted to BL/ind drugs. They’re eyes are all pupil, manic, only focused on the next hit. Aggressive but fragile, desperate flirts if you’ve got the stuff. Frightened sluts.
Top Fuel Dragsters: Fast cars and burning rubber, driving into the sunset. Kids who want to drive away and leave tire tracks. Dirty, grease everywhere. Think gas masks and helmets. Trucker bodies, but strong as hell. Will win every fight, no question. ( Jet kind of has that Dragster feel) More lone rangers than Motor babies but have a long distant comradery.
Maggot Babies: Punk rock kids hyped up on guitar static, the shiniest drugs and each others saliva. Sleep on the floor, packed like sardines. Hug each other to death. Bruised and battered from the pits but so fucking worth it, there wasn’t music like this in Bat City. Cut their hair themselves. The musicians. Devote followers of Mad Gear and the Missile kid, will do anything to get to a show. Sweat. Soft kisses.
Skeleton Souls: Runaway kids, dirt is their skin, only bone. The ones who won’t make it, they’ll fade away into the sand and starve under the sun. Sad lost dreams. Phoenix Witch’s dream angels.
The Drooges: Gun junkies. Baseball bats and facepaint. Only want to fight don’t want to talk. After gore. Think the zones are about anarchy, when the zones are about freedom. Deadly snippers. Weasels. Don’t cross. Trigger happy.
Drifters: Nomads who travel the zones. Think tents and traps and war paint. Straight talkers. Find at the black markets. They have all the goods. You want to trade, go to them. Rituals. Fire. Looking at the stars. The whispers of the desert.
Thats all I’ve got so far. Hope you get the feel I’m visualising for each one. Feel free to message me with ideas, head canons, bits to add :)
Ah! I used to work at Cedar Point! Did you like Top Thrill Dragster? What were your favorite rides?? Have fun at colossalcon!
You went to Cedar Point?! I live not too far from there and I always go there!! I’m to scared to go on the dragster tho. Which ride is your favorite? Mine’s the Rapter!
yess I think the scariest part of the Dragster was when it was going up, the descent was so fast it was over p soon, and I went on the Blue Streak, the Millenium Force, the Maverick, the Magnum, the Rugaru and some more I don’t remember the names! they were really cool, very intense haha I had fun uvu
hello, i saw you were going to ohio for colossalcon, what part of ohio are you going to? i used to live there so im just curious if you’re anywhere around my hometown. i love your art, by the way!
just Sendusky for the con 8′) I’m in the Kalahari hotel (thank youu <3 )
Spent the day at Cedar Point - I watched this ridiculous 420ft / 120mph ride, “Top Thrill Dragster”, go off all day until I finally got up the nerves to get on. It was the most intense 17 seconds that I’ve had in recent memory.
Top Thrill Dragster - Cedar Point (Sandusky, Ohio) Set records for fastest and tallest roller coaster upon opening. Accelerates from 0-120 mph in 3.8 seconds. Opened: May 1, 2003 Top Speed: 120 mph Height: 420 ft Max Drop 400 ft Cost: $25,000,000
Evan froze in the hallway and turned, smiling at his boyfriend. “Hey, Connor.”
Connor wrapped his arm around Evans shoulders. “We’re going out all day Saturday so cancel any shit you have planned.”
Evan sighed. “Really, Connor? I can’t exactly do that. I mean, it’s Friday and all and-”
“Then I’ll do it for you. I’m picking you up at eight tomorrow morning so be ready,” the long haired man said, walking to their next class.
The blue boy shook his head, smiling. “O-Okay. What do I need to wear?”
“Just your usual stuff,” Connor replied. He gave Evans shoulders a quick squeeze before slipping into his class.
Evan smiled and walked to his class, excited for his surprise. It wasn’t unusual for Connor to make sudden and surprising dates. But for a whole day? And so early? That was unusual. Evan decided not to think too hard about it as he sat next to Jared.
Jared straightened his glasses and smirked. “Well, someone looks happy. Did Connor blow you or something?”
Evan blushed profoundly and dug through his backpack. “Sh-shut up, Jared!” He stuttered.
Jared laughed and pulled out his notebook. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with loving your boyfriend, but keep it in your pants while you’re at school!”
“J-J-Jared!” Evan buried his face in his hands. “I-I don’t…we don’t…Connor doesn’t…ugh!”
“Anyways, what are you so happy about? You just walked in here with a stupid ass grin,” Jared asked.
Evan scratched the back of his neck. “O-oh. C-Connors t-taking me somewhere tomorrow. B-but he won’t tell me where.”
Jared thought for a moment. “Alright. That’s kinda a shitty reason but whatever.”
Evan laughed and sat down. He imagined all the possibilities of what could happen tomorrow.
Except this one. This definitely wasn’t part of his imagination.
“C-Connor, what are we doing here?” Evan asked his boyfriend.
Said boy blew a bit of hair out of his face. “Going on a date? What else do you fucking think?” Connor grabbed Evans hand and walked to the front gates of the amusement park. He gave the man their tickets and headed inside.
Evan gulped as he watched a tall roller coaster make all kinds of dips and spins. “I-I-I’ve never, I mean, I haven’t…I can’t…I’ve never been to an amusement park.”
“I know that. That’s why I took you here,” Connor mumbled, looking everywhere except his boyfriends face.
Evan smiled and squeezed Connors hand, knowing he wasn’t a big fan of PDA. “Thanks, Con. That means a lot.”
Connor shrugged, bitting the inside of his cheek to hold back a smile. “Yeah. Whatever. Let’s get going,” he said pulling Evan towards the largest coaster.
The boy widened his eyes. “Whoa whoa! Connor, wait! Can we start someplace smaller?” Evan asked, looking around. He scooted closer to Connors side. “L-Like that one?” He pointed a shaking finger towards a spinning ride.
Connor looked over and sighed. “Alright. But you’re riding this one with me at some point today,” he said and walked over to the ride. They got on and sat in one of the seats. Connor wrapped his arm around Evans shoulders to provide comfort.
Evan gripped the handle bar as the ride started. But as it continued, a smile found its way onto his face. Evan loosened his grip on the bar and enjoyed the ride. Connor let a small smile appear on his face as he looked at Evans enjoyment.
When the ride ended, Evan ran a hand through his wind-blown hair. “That was awesome!”
Connor rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. “It was just a small one. Don’t get so fucking happy about it. There’s tons of better ones,” he said and put an arm around Evans waist. He tried to walk back over to the large ride, but stopped when Evan pulled his sweatshirt arm. “What the fuck, Evan?”
The blue boy pointed at a large squirrel stuffed animal above a rope ladder game. “Con, look! It’s a squirrel! And it’s blue!”
“Connor stop. You’re gonna get hurt and waste all your money.”
“IM NOT GONNA QUIT TILL I GET THAT DAMN SQUIRREL!”
“Con, please. You’re gonna break something.”
“I’M NOT GONNA FALL OUT OF A DAMN TREE!”
“P-please stop. You’re attracting attention.”
“THAT RODENT IS FUCKING LAUGHING AT ME! I WILL WIN IT AND SMACK THAT SHITTY GRIN OFF ITS STUPID ASS FACE!”
“Connor! There’s children here!”
“Con, I can’t believe you spent 40 dollars on a stuffed squirrel for me,” Evan laughed, pressing a small kiss to his boyfriends cheek.
Connor puffed out his cheeks and threaded his fingers through Evan’s as they walked away. “It’s whatever, okay? Don’t make a big fucking deal about it.”
Evan cuddled the squirrel and squeezed Connor’s hand. “Wh-where are we going, now?”
The dark boy walked to a small roller coaster. “You’re gonna experience your first hill.”
Evan gulped, pressing closer to Connor. “O-Okay.”
The rest of the day was filled with slow progressing to larger coasters, eating artery clogging food, hand holding, and cheek kisses. Finally, about an hour before the amusement park closed, the couple got in line for largest coaster in the park. It went up 400 feet and traveled at speeds of 120 miles per hour. Connor was beyond ready for the ride.
Evan, on the other hand…
“C-C-Connor, I-I-I’m still n-not too sure about th-this one,” the poor boy stuttered.
Connor faced him in line. “You’ll be fine, Ev. We’ve waited all day for this, anyways.”
Evan gulped and hugged his squirrel, Birch, while attempting deep breaths. His panic attack began to form when they were a half hour into the line.
Connor immediately felt Evan’s attack begin to start and grabbed his hand. He drew squares on the palm of his hand. “Hey, hey, Ev. It’s okay. Breathe in when I go up and down, out when I go left and right. Just like before,” he whispered and began to shrug his jacket off. As much as Connor was cold and shut out, when Evan was involved everything about his cool composer was pushed aside.
Especially when it came to his anxiety.
Evan did as they practiced and closed his eyes. Connor wrapped his jacket around his boyfriend’s shoulders and pushed him softly as the line moved forward. Evan calmed down about ten minutes later. He wrapped his arms around Connors waist as the tall boy ran his hand through Evan’s hair, glaring at the staring strangers around them.
“NEXT RIDERS, PLEASE ENTER!” the ride speakers yelled.
Connor looked down at Evan. “Ev, if you don’t want to ride this, we can leave now.”
“But waited in line for so long and-“
“I don’t give a fuck about how long we waited in line. You’re feeling shitty and if you don’t want to ride, we wont. That’s that.”
Evan gulped and looked at the ride. He took a deep breath. “Let’s ride it,” he whispered and walked up to their seats.
Connor nodded and put their extra things (along with Birch) in the bins. He got into the seat next to Evan and helped strap him in before doing his own. Connor reached over and held Evan’s hand, locking their fingers together.
Evan smiled and grasped Connor’s hand tightly. He shut his eyes as the car moved forward, preparing to be launched up the hill.
Evan turned his head to look at Connor. “Yeah?”
“I really fucking love you, okay?”
The blue boy smiled brightly and blushed. “I love you too, Con.”
Connor smiled — actually smiled — and lifted their hands, pressing a small kiss to Evan’s knuckles.
“ARMS DOWN! HEAD BACK! AND HOLD ON!” the ride announced.
In the blink of an eye, the car shot up the hill with incredible speed. Evan screamed, feeling Connor’s fingers tighten around his. He could hear Connor’s happy laughter, therefore causing a smile to form on the blue boys lips, even if he was scared to death. They descended down the hill not even nine seconds later. Evan felt his stomach drop and shut his eyes, screaming even more. Then, in a matter of only seventeen seconds, the ride was over.
Evan slowly opened his eyes and looked over at Connor. The wind from the ride had blown his hair in thousands of different angles. His smile was wide from the adrenaline rush. He just looked so…amazing, Evan decided. If only he could print a picture of this Connor and post it on his wall.
Connor looked over at Evan. “How’d you do?”
The blue boy smiled, looking down at their locked hands. “I…I’m not sure.”
Then Connor laughed.
Like, really laughed. He threw his head back and shut his eyes, letting out his laugh. His nose and forehead crinkled. Connor laughed for a few seconds before looking back at Evan. “That’s the shittiest answer I’ve ever heard.”
Evan let out a soft laugh. When the worker unlocked their seats, Evan wrapped Connor’s jacket tighter around him before grabbing their stuff. Connor wrapped his arm around Evan’s shoulders and walked him out the exit and to the nearest bathroom.
“Con?” Evan questioned as the tall boy pushed him into the back stall, locking the door. Connor pulled their things out of Evan’s hands, throwing them carelessly onto the floor before pushing Evan against the bathroom wall and slamming his lips against the small boys.
Evan, though he was surprised by the sudden kiss, happily kissed back, wrapping his small arms around Connor’s neck. He ran a hand through the boys long locks. Connor moved his lips expertly against his boyfriends, pressing one hand to the wall beside his head and the other securely holding Evan’s waist.
After a couple moments, Connor forced their lips to separate. He panted softly and looked at Evan’s glazed eyes. “You didn’t want to ride that fucking coaster,” he whispered.
Evan licked his lips and shrugged. “I-I never said that.”
“Evan, if you didn’t want to ride the damn thing, why didn’t you fucking say something?”
The blue boy met Connor’s gaze. “Because we waited so long and-“
“Bullshit,” Connor stated.
Evan sighed. “Because you wanted to ride it. You did everything for me today and…and I just wanted to return the favor.”
Connor let the words sink in. “Damn,” he whispered and pecked Evan’s lips. “I love you.”
Evan smiled brightly. “I love you too, Con. For forever.”
Connor let out a chuckle. “For forever.”
“THE PARK WILL CLOSE IN FIVE MINUTES! IF YOU’RE NOT IN LINE, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE EXIT GATES!” the speakers yelled from outside the bathroom.
“Oh, fuck off!” Connor sneered and pulled away from his boyfriend. The tall boy grabbed their things, handed Evan Birch, threw an arm around his waist, and exited the bathroom.
Evan smiled and leaned into his boyfriend’s side. He put Connor’s hood on his head as they walked through the large crowds headed to the exits. Once they had made it to the car, Evan took off the hood and smiled. “Thank you f-f-for today, Connor. I really had fun.”
Connor went back to his cold self, shrugging off the thanks. “Whatever. Just don’t go around blabbering about it. Especially to that Shithead.”
“That name works too, I guess.”
Evan laughed and held Connors hand. He had fallen asleep on the way home, trusting Connor with his driving.
Connor smiled when they arrived at his house. He carried Evan up to his bed and then went back down to grab their things. Connor closed his door and slipped into his bed, pulling Evan close. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
“So, Connor. How much did you spend on that dumb squirrel Evan keeps bragging about?”
Rich is constantly flirting with michael all the time. Usually in subtle ways but there comes a time where he might just up and say “Hey are those space pants, because that ass is out of this world.”
The first time michael met rich’s parents, rich was fighting with him throughout the day constantly just “Michael you have to brush your hair” “Michael you have to wear a tie” “No, Michael, pants are not optional” and michael, being the rebellious loser he is, showed up to a classy dinner with Mister and Misses Goranski in a suit jacket, bow tie, button up shirt, styled hair, and to piss of Rich, bright red cargo shorts.
The first time Rich met Michael’s parents he worked for about a week practicing talking without a lisp without his squip because he was worried michael family would make fun of it, as michael had. Immediately Michael’s mother found it charming yet couldn’t resist turning to michael and asking him, “Does he speak like that because you kissed him too hard?” Immediately mortifying rich.
It was rich’s idea to call themselves Michtape, a sharp and more pleasant contrast to what michael called his last relationship (Meremy Hell). Rich decided on this name because while it was also a mixture of their names, it played towards michael’s love for older forms of entertainment and rich’s odd love of rap music.
If Rich can’t sleep, he calls michael in the middle of the night to let him know. And michael, being the decent person he is, will stay up listening to his problems ranging from his dad’s drinking habit to old feelings he’s having about Jake while still in this new relationship. Michael has fallen asleep several times during these calls.
Michael is the one who organizes dates and get together a for him and Rich. And rich is one hundred percent okay with this. Rich was so used to planning everything in his previous relationships and being on charge, that he finds this help on planning kind of nice.
Though if michael goes overboard rich will go off the handle and get immediately upset and fuming because the lack of control just brings him back to the SQUIP days, and he can’t handle any of that.
Michael has a stockade of mountain dew red in his basement in case Rich does feel paranoid that the squip is coming back. He tends to try to cater to Rich’s needs, unlike his relationship with Jeremy where michael was the one who tended to be fawned over.
“Listen I know it’s late but you looked hella sad today, my man, and I know you might not want to talk about it but like you’re never sad, Mike, so if you got a problem and you need to talk, I’m here so uh, yeah, call me back, babe. Unless you don’t want to talk I know you might not because usually if I see you and you’re remotely sad you bounce back within twenty four hours so, yeah, you’re probably good but I’m still checking in ‘cause you take care of me so I gotta take care of you too. So yeah. This is rich. Call me back soon and gimme an update.”
Rich’s worry making michael feel better about himself on a daily basis though him still letting rich know that “Babe, dude, bro, don’t worry I’m fine just some anxiety I’m not sad my brain’s just fucked, aight? I’m cool, you’re cool, I love me and I love you.”
/Michael carrying rich on his back when he’s too tired to walk/
The first time michael and rich say I love you is kind of michael’s fault because, while michael is a fan of horror and scares, he’s absolutely terrified of heights and amusement park rides. So when Rich decided to strap into the Top Thrill Dragster, Michael grabbed his hand as tight as he could, going immediately pale while Rich was next to him having a fuckin’ ball. He closes his eyes as the ride starts to go up, slowly, slowly, until he squeezes his hand tighter and says “Dude I’m sorry if I was kinda put off by you at first you were kind of an ass before but now I love you I love you so much before I die on here I want to tell you I love you” and Rich just stares and fucking /laughs/ and as he’s begins to say “I love you too” the ride throws the car forward and they spend the next minute screaming and Michael most likely crying until the ride is done.
Michael playing connect the dots with rich’s freckles when he falls asleep in class until he wakes up. Once he woke up and found a picture of Christine on his left leg. Another time, part of the preamble to the constitution. Michael gets more and more creative each time, once even making one unbreaking line up rich’s left arm, down his right, and back again until he had a full maze drawn on rich’s arms and shoulders.
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Here’s one of those rare cars that stops you right in your tracks and then punches you right in the face and tells you “FU” if you don’t like me!
And I gotta say I love it!
What I really love about all of Dave Pipoly ’s builds is that he follows absolutely no one, he’s a trend setter and a leader in the VW world.
If you want a different and bitchin’ VW you look to Pip. And this bad ass unfinished Split is an absolute perfect example of what I’m talking about.
An absolutely killer patina’d hard core street racer Split! Pip made those killer 17" Fuchs himself. Their 17 by 3" wide fronts with Top Fuel Dragster Hoosier front runners and big 17 by 9 ½" wide rears with matching Hoosier slicks.
And it’s gonna need them to be able to hook up with that big motor. I can’t wait to see this one on the road!