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Did someone say angsty one way communication. Okay, it’s not texting but I’m SO your girl for angsty one way communication! This one is classic rip your heart out and duct tape it back together with glitter glue. Enjoy :)


“I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m trying to get back home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”

His hand dropped, grip still tight around the shell as he turned back to Ariel.

“Ariel, is there any chance-”

“I’m sorry, Captain. Unless you can hold your breath for… I mean I’m a fast swimmer but not that fast.”

“But you could reach Storybrooke? Would you ensure that my message was received?” She nodded and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. “Thank you Ariel. This, this means more to me than I could ever hope to describe.”

When they reached the water’s edge she reached around her neck and unclasped her necklace, her tail reappeared as she dove into the cloudy water. No sooner had her tail passed beyond his view there was a bright light and a wave came crashing back towards the shore, Ariel caught in its tow.

“Ariel!” Hook dove forward, catching her arm before she was pulled back under. She was fumbling with something around her neck and soon she’d two legs under her again.

“You were out of my sight for no more than a moment, you couldn’t possibly have-”

I’m sorry, Captain. I’ve made the trip to Storybrooke countless times now but this time… I couldn’t break through. It was like the fury of a storm pushing back against me.

“So the ways are shut to you? Have you ever experienced such a thing before? Has something happened to the town?”

“No, It was more… more like reaching a locked door than an empty room.”

“Thank you for trying, Ariel. Perhaps another way…” He reluctantly handed her the seashell but she shook her head.

“Keep it. Talk to her sometimes. Maybe she missed your first message, so tell her again.”

He nodded and within moments she was no more than a ripple on the surface of the water.


“Emma? Ariel tried to reach Storybrooke, to ensure that you knew the truth but she was unable to pass. I hope you’re safe. I never meant to leave you. I’m trying to come home. I love you.”

She had clasped the shell around her neck hours ago, in the hopes of catching his voice again, and now she’d heard the message a dozen times. Each time a flare of anger rose up in her and she finally glared up at Gideon. “You’re telling me that instead of asking for my help in defeating the apparent source of all Evil, you thought it made the most sense to kidnap my true love and hold him for ransom? Did it occur to you for even a moment that I might have been more willing to help you before you tried to kill me and ripped my true love away?”

“Tell you my plan when you could have chosen to stop me? I’ve worked too hard for this to let it rest on the whim of another.”

“Let me talk to him,” she insisted, putting down what she had been working on suddenly.

“Not until you help me to-”

“No,” Emma interrupted. “Keep him trapped in another realm, fine. It will hurt me like hell but it won’t get you a single step closer to your goal. You need me. But until I’m sure that it is really him, that you haven’t killed him and recorded this message somehow, I’ll not so much as help you resolve a parking violation.”

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Colour Me Blind

First of my new Soulmate au stories.

Tag list:  @rabidwrestlingfan @wrestlingnoob @anonwriter-lady @somehow-lovable-trash

Warnings: There will be some major angst in this.

Summary: Imagine spending your whole life only seeing in black and white, with various shades of grey thrown in. From a young age you’ve been told that one day you will find someone that will immediately fill your life with colours. What if the person who brings you colour isn’t what you’d hoped for?

Word Count: 3337 (it kinda ran away from me a bit lol)

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PART 4

Utena has turned into a car.

I think it is incumbent on the viewer at this point to try to unravel both why this makes sense as a gesture and why it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Point 1: It’s a magical girl transformation sequence.  Ikuhara, having worked on Sailor Moon, knows all about this stuff.  The beats of a transformation sequence are as follows: upon activation of an arcane device, a girl loses all her clothes and emerges clad in fetish gear.  The ideal transformation sequence from a commercial perspective ends up with a girl wearing an outfit which appeals as much to young girls as it does to grown men.   As has previously been established, grown men like cars – but this car is hot pink, shaped like a uterus and is trying as hard as it can to be a horse.  Or two horses.   It is a “car” in the same sense that Sailor Moon is a “high school girl”.   It has been optimized to serve all of the needs of the academy at once.

Point 2:  What we are dramatizing here is the fact that despite her avowed wish to leave the academy Utena has still been socialized in patriarchy and therefore cannot fully transcend her status as a player of the academy’s game.   When she took Anthy’s hand and led her in the general direction of “out” she was still playing prince, saving the damsel in distress.  This gesture does not work because the academy owns it.   When she attempts it, she is revealed as what the academy forces her to be: an object.  An exciting, ambiguously-gendered object, admittedly, an object which is absolutely up to date and this year’s model, but an object that is nonetheless made to please a particular audience.  As long as Utena can still be the receptacle of male fantasy – as prince or princess – the story cannot work.

Point 3: Back in the old academy Anthy’s role in the final confrontation was to get stabbed a whole lot and lie in a coffin.   Of course, something important and transformative did take place there, and the gesture that changed the academy did come from Anthy in the end; but she didn’t look cool doing it.  Utena did all of the on-screen work.   If Anthy is retelling the story here she wants to emphasize that despite all of Utena’s princely self-sacrifice the most difficult thing anyone did in that room was reach out of that coffin.  She also wants to emphasize that she’s the top.

Akio killed himself earlier because he was unable to find his “key”.  He lost it when he realized that Anthy was, if not enjoying herself, at least tacitly “consenting” to what he had been doing to her, which was, as far as he was concerned, not nearly as hot as the whole drugged princess routine. Anthy, however, already has Utena’s key. Get it?  What we are emphasizing here, in case anyone got the wrong idea from the TV-mandated chasteness of the original series, is that queer desire is actually an integral part of the revolutionary moment.  Anthy is able to go through with this because she really, sincerely wants to fuck Utena’s brains out.

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Just To Pass The Time

Originally posted by ygdomination

Just To Pass The Time
Rated: Mature

“This can’t be happening” you groaned into your hands as your boyfriend paced outside the car. When he suggested driving to Busan you agreed. You two never got to go on trips like that, and a long drive sounded romantic. He’d only had his driver’s license for a few weeks and you know he’d been eager to show it off to you. The only thing you asked him to do was get the car checked out since he’d recently bought it off of one of the YG staff.

That was naturally the proper protocol when buying a car. Get it checked out by a mechanic. Especially before a road trip.

Now here you were in the middle of the night, stranded on the side of the road somewhere between Seoul and Busan.

Jaewon sighed crawling back into the car and tossing his phone on the center console. “Man it’s cold out there” he rubbed his hands together, blowing a warm breath into his palms.

“Well?” You looked to him.

“They said they’ll have a tow-truck out in no time” he grinned. “See, Oppa took care of everything. You can relax.”

“Oh, that’s good” you smiled, relaxing in your seat. “At least it’s not a long wait.”

“Yeah, a two-hour wait isn’t bad right?”

“Yah! Jaewon!” You hit his shoulder. “I told you to bring this car to the shop!”

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Mephisto, the German A7V tank captured by the 26th Australian battalion, at Monument Wood, near Villers-Bretonneux, in France, on July 14th, 1918.

At the 5th Tank Brigade demonstration ground, Vaux-en-Amienois,  Australian soldiers inspect Mephisto, a German A7V tank. After being bogged and abandoned on the battlefield it was recovered on 14 July 1918 by the 26th Battalion and the 1st Gun Carrier company, 5th Brigade of Tanks. After been recovered from the battlefield and studied by the Allies, Mephisto was handed over to the Australian War Records Section for despatch to Australia.

Scattered on the ground are elements from the tank’s interior, including a fuel tank and radiator (left hand front quarter) and a machine gun mount (under the rear towing hook). Resting on its end against the crew cupola on the tank’s rear upper surface can be seen the underside of a portion of the tank’s driving compartment flooring. The horizontal bar visible in the photograph is connected to the driver’s steering wheel (on the other side of the plate).

Mephisto was painted with a smiling, red demon, Mephistopholes from German literature hence the name of the tank, Mephisto. Tucked under the arm of the grinning demon was a British tank. 

After its capture by the Allies it was inspected and graffitied by hundreds of British and Australian soldiers. In response to the mocking demon holding a British tank a rampant lion was painted on the side of Mephisto. And sure enough, sitting under the paw of the British lion was the silhouette of a German A7V tank.

Mephisto was shipped back to Australia after the War and came to rest in Brisbane. With the explosion of commemoration of the War due to the centenary, Mephisto - the only surviving A7V tank in the world - has been shipped down to Canberra and is now on show in the Anzac Hall at the Australian War Memorial.

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Rosie: *sighing despondently*

Luke: *hushed* “Hey, Cisco - sorry to bother you man but I’m pretty sure I saw a tow truck putting hooks on your car.”
Cisco: “D’uh, huh?  Oh!  Oh no!  Thanks man!” *rushes off*
Ocean: *aghast* “What was that? Did you really see his car being towed?”
Luke: *sitting down* “No, but it will probably take him some time to remember where he parked so that gives us 30, maybe 40 minutes.  You don’t have to thank me, strawberry.  Just doing my daily good deed.”
Ocean: *angry whisper* “Don’t call me that!  And I wasn’t going to thank you!  That was my date you just chased off!”
Luke: “Oh!  I just assumed all the drooling and feeble-mindedness was wearing thin.”
Ocean: “You’re unbelieveble.”
Luke: “I feel the same way about you.”

Rosie: *quietly* “Do you mind if I sit here?  I can’t be up front anymore.”
Angelo: *startled* “Huh?”

This is for you, @avioncitodetergopol - I think this is number 5? I don’t remember, but Ima do these out of order.

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“Heehehe.” Mater laughed, sneaking quietly behind Flo’s V8 Cafe. “Oh, McQueen is gonna love this!”

A few days ago, Mater had been out cruising the town when he caught sight of Fillmore unlocking what looked like a safe out behind his distillery. Curious, the tow truck watched as his hippie friend mixed a little bit of some mystery liquid into his organic fuel. Promptly, some visitors rolled into town. Fillmore, distracted, left the safe unlocked and slightly open while he went to try and sell his products.

Mater rushed over and paused in front of the oil can Fillmore had just mixed the liquid in. With a quick look around, he decided a little taste wouldn’t hurt anything. 

“Hm. Not bad.” Mater looked at the open safe and saw several different cans sitting on a shelf. Not knowing what was what, he grabbed one with his tow hook and made a run for it before Fillmore came back.

By the time Mater had returned to his rickety old shack, Carburetor Canyon was starting to turn funny, lucid colors. He stopped and watched as the rock walls twisted and turned into a rainbow of different colors and shapes.

“Whoa…” he was completely amazed. A bug flew by, but all Mater saw was a UFO. He started to chase after it, but slowed to a halt as the junk in his salvage yard started to sparkle. He parked there, mesmerized until things finally turned back to normal. 

“That was incredible!” he said to himself. He knew exactly how he was gonna use that can he’d stolen.

Now, Mater was sneaking in the back door of the cafe. McQueen and Sally had just returned from a leisurely drive out to Wheel Well and back, and were looking for a drink. Flo stopped mixing oil for a moment to go out and welcome a few out-of-towners. This was Mater’s chance to give his best friend the experience of a lifetime. 

He meant to only pour a little bit of the concoction, but his hook slipped a little. There went half the can straight into McQueen’s oil. Mater hesitated, but then figured it was alright. Fillmore’s always talking about how good this stuff is for your health, right? And so he slipped out the back and joined the conversation outside, telling everyone about his encounter with a UFO a few nights ago.

“Two usuals coming right up!” Flo said, bringing Lightning and Sally’s drinks out. “Enjoy!”

“Thanks, Flo.” they answered in unison.

Mater giggled quietly, but kept engaged in his tall tale to stay distracted. When he’d finished, the visitors kindly thanked Flo for the hospitality and drove on out of town. Sally noticed something was definitely… different with her boyfriend.

“Hey, Stickers, you feelin’ okay?” she asked.

“Uh, hey Flo?” McQueen slurred out slowly. “I- I think something’s up with this drink. Did you do something different?”

“Nope, just the usual, honey.” Flo said, a little confused.

“Everything’s… so…” he trailed off, staring into the middle distance, wide-eyed.

“What, you seein’ sunshine and rainbows?” Mater asked, choking back laughter.

“Is… is that? Is that…” Lightning slowly rolled forwards towards a stack of oil cans and started talking to them in an indistinguishable manner like they were an old friend.

Everyone besides Mater was becoming very, very concerned. 

“I think we need to call a medic.” Sheriff said. “I think that oil’s contaminated, Flo. Somebody help me put a boot on him before he hurts himself.”

Mater absolutely lost it. He laughed and wheezed. “Can - can you guys believe it? McQueen thinks them there oil cans is a car!”

All the ruckus broke Lightning’s concentration away from his ‘friend’ and he turned back to the crowd. All he saw were several distorted, colorful figures making noise. He suddenly felt very lonely.

“Mater! What did you do?” Sheriff asked threateningly. “I know you’re behind this.”

Mater told them all the short version of his story. “I swear I was gonna put it back after I used it, but this was just too good to pass up! Fillmore, I owe you one.”

The VW didn’t look impressed. “The good new is, it should clear up in about an hour. The bad new is, what you grabbed out of my stash isn’t the same remedial ointment you tasted. This is a genuine hallucinogen. Left over from the glory days, my friend.” Fillmore explained.

“Is he really gonna be okay?” Sally asked.

“He’ll be fine.” Fillmore assured. “No worries, man.”

McQueen didn’t absorb anything anyone had just said. He was still completely lost in a maze of shifting colors and slightly familiar faces. All he wanted was to talk to Sally, but where was she?

He slowly rolled over towards her, who looked back at him and sighed. Might as well make the most of the moment. While she held his attention, Sheriff slipped a boot on him so he wouldn’t per chance take off and hurt himself or someone else.

“Hey, have - have you seen my girlfriend? Her name’s Sally… I really wanna talk to her. I miss her.” McQueen said, looking a little confused.

Everyone relaxed and laughed a little bit, including Sally. “You know, I actually haven’t seen her around lately.” she said. “I think she said something about going for a drive. But I don’t know if she’s coming back. I think she was leaving town for good.”

Big mistake. There is a time for sass and a time for anything but. The red racecar’s lower lip started to tremble, and he started making sounds no one had ever heard before. Then came the waterworks.

“No! I have to go find her! She can’t just leave, I love her!” he shouted out, blubbering and trying to move towards the road, slowly realizing he had a parking boot on. “What? No! You can’t keep me here! I can’t go back to jail! Sally!”

“Oh, for the love of Peterbilt, come on! It was a joke! I’m right here!” Sally tried to correct her mistake, but it was no use. “Stickers, look at me. I. Am. Right. Here.”

The fully grown racecar wasn’t having it. Sally shot Mater a death stare. Mater had calmed down and sort of shrank away from the situation. He’d realized his mistake and felt very guilty. 

All they could do was wait it out.

anonymous asked:

Ok but why does Waverly say Nicole's voicemail was sweet? How do you say "your sister, boss and dumbass boyfriend are in a hostage situation," in a way that is sweet (and, let's be honest, probably flirty).

Nicole walked away from Dolls, nervously twirling his cell phone in her hand.

It was just a simple call.

No big deal.

All she had to do was tell her crush that her sister, boss, and no-good boyfriend were being held hostage by three lunatics.

Easy peasy.

She took a deep breath, activated the phone’s touchscreen and selected Waverly’s number from Dolls’ contact list.

“Keep it short. Sweet. Professional,” Nicole muttered to herself. It was just Waverly. Kind, adorable Waverly with the 100-watt smile that made Nicole feel like she was floating up into the clouds. “Nothin’ to it.”

She thought of her mom, who could put anyone at ease while delivering bad news with nothing more than a smile and a well-chosen anecdote. If she could do it, so could Nicole. Nodding, she placed the phone to her ear and listened to it ring and ring and ring. Her nerves started to get the best of her the longer Waverly didn’t pick up and she grimaced when the call went to voicemail.

“Shit.”


You have three new messages. To listen to your new messages, press 1.

Hey babe. I’m gonna be late to dinner. Gotta run to the surplus store with Shorty to get a clamp for my tow hook. But when I’m done, I’ve got another tow hook that could definitely use some clamping. Get it? Clamp–

Deleted. Next message.  

Hi Waverly. It’s Nicole. Um, Officer Haught. So, you’re probably wondering how I got your number. Well, Deputy Marshall Dolls gave me his phone because… [clears throat] Did you know the Energizer Bunny got arrested? Yeah, he was charged with a battery. [Nervous chuckle, a pause, then something that sounds suspiciously like a hand smacking a forehead] I’m sorry. That was a terrible joke, wasn’t it? It was. My, uh, my mama always told me to break bad news with a joke. You know, get one last laugh in before you possibly ruin someone’s day. And, well, that seems like horrible advice right now. Or maybe my execution just needs work and…  Shit, I’m rambling. Okay, so there’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it. Maybe you’ll want to sit… or not… whichever you’re most comfortable with…but, uh, Wynonna’s in a hostage situation at the surplus store. With Shorty. And, um, Champ. And I know that’s alarming!  I’d tell you not to worry, but you’d probably worry anyway. Hell, I would. But I want you to know that the Sheriff and the Deputy Marshall are here and we’re all gonna do everything we can to bring them home safely. Which is probably small comfort at this point, I know, but everything’s gonna be just fine. I promise. If you need to reach me, I’m at 555-0145. Bye.

This message will be saved for 30 days. Next message:

Baby girl, it’s me. Just wanted to let you know I’m safe. But I’ve got some…some news you’re not gonna like. [Sniffles.] Meet me at… at Shorty’s. Gus needs to be there too.


Waverly disconnected the voicemail, stomach queasy both from worry and relief as she processed what she’d just heard. Wynonna, thankfully, was fine. But what about Shorty and Champ? What if something happened to the officers who tried to rescue them? To Nicole?

She stared at her phone for several seconds, debating over who to call back first. Her thumb hovered over the redial button of the number Nicole had used to call her. And as much as she wanted to press down, she knew it wasn’t Nicole she had to contact.

Fingers numb, Waverly dialed Wynonna’s number instead and anxiously waited for her sister to pick up, heart beating just a little bit faster as thoughts of a particular deputy nevertheless kept going and going and going through her mind.

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KV-1 No. 10033 in the tests in February 1942. It turned out that the more powerful engine tangible positive effect is not given. Needed a more serious modernization of the machine

Transmission “group 21-212”, developed by N. F. By sassarini. It has become one of the most important elements of the future KV-1s
Scheme of work checkpoint “group 21-212”
Upgraded radiators, which made it possible to establish a normal operating temperature of the engine
KV-1s 15001 after replacing the crawler tracks to narrow tracks. Well see the main difference between the grab bars welded to the turret roof
KV-1s 15001 during testing, winter in 1942-43 tank tested a new track with the track width of 650 mm. are clearly visible new tow hooks, they later appeared on 15002
Assembling the KV-1s at the Chelyabinsk Kirov plant, September 1942. It is clearly seen that tanks have road wheels from KV-1, and in their buildings and towers are no handrails

Hazel

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Pairing: Sam x Reader

A/N: I know I haven’t written in a while, so I’m definitely a little rusty. Let me know what you think! (Sam’s eyes are hazel right? Like green with some brown?)

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“Seriously?” You slammed your palms on the steering wheel. Your car didn’t break down often, but when it did, you were positive it knew you had somewhere important to be. Slowly you steered it into the emergency lane and dropped your head onto the wheel, causing it to honk.

“Fuck!” You jumped. You exhaled and turned off the ignition.

Looking outside the window you watched the grey cars blur together as they sped down the street. Everyone’s car works but this damn one.

Opening the door you stuck out one foot at a time and forced yourself to walk towards the hood of the car.

It opened with a pop and some steam rolled up and out of it. You waved it away from your face.

“All the pieces are grey! How am I supposed to know which to fix?” You began, “And now I’m talking to myself.” You huffed and pressed your hands against the car, leaning over it. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and tried to search for a towing company.

While the line rang you watched your car try and stutter itself back to life. Or possibly its own death.

“Harvelle’s Towing.” A woman answered the line.

You explained the situation and she promised to send someone down within twenty minutes. So you shut the hood and sat back inside the car.

Maybe the radio still worked. You tried tuning it until you finally hit something.

-and the trees are green! It’s so beautiful! If only everyone was able to find their soulmate!” Some woman on a talk show exclaimed ecstatically.

You mumbled some profanity at her before changing the station. Not one guy that you met made you see color. It’s been years, and you decided that it wasn’t worth getting your hopes up anymore.

A woman knocked on your window.

You nearly jumped from your seat. Quickly you opened the door.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” She said. “I’m from Harvelle’s Towing?”

She looked about your age.

“You’re going to fix my car?” You asked.

She raised a brow.

“Sorry. Bad day.” You sighed and led her to the hood. “It’s just, I mean, why be a mechanic?”

“Grew up in it.” She said and began tinkering with some valve. “A nine to five job just isn’t my thing.” She threw a look your way.

You looked at your clothes. Tailored pants and a suit jacket. You were on your way to a work meeting.

After a few minutes she sighed and stepped back from the car.

“Is it that bad?” You furrowed your brows.

“Not really, but I will have to take it back to the shop. I have some spare parts there.” She lowered the hood.

You rubbed your face, staining your fingers with eyeshadow.

“Shit.” You muttered and grabbed your purse from the car.

“Want a lift?” She motioned to the tow truck while she hooked up your car to it.

“Yeah, thanks.” You sat in the passenger seat of the tow truck. Music was already playing inside. The low hum filled the car and you finally let yourself relax.

The driver’s door opened and she climbed inside.

“I’m Jo, by the way.” She shifted gears.

“Y/N.”

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While Jo unhooked your car you waited inside. Harvelle’s Towing was a family business apparently. When she walked you inside, she told something to an older woman, ending it with “Alright, mom.”

“Would you like some water?” Jo’s mother offered. Her voice was soothing.

“That would be great.” You stood up and took the cup from her before walking over to the cooler.

‘Press Blue Button For Cold’ a sticker on it read.

You looked between the two grey buttons. Her mother eyed you curiously.

“It’s the one on the left, sweetheart.” She said while wiping down her desk.

“Thanks.” Your ears turned red.

“How old are you anyhow?” She asked while you took a sip.

“Apparently not old enough to find my soulmate.” You smiled bitterly.

She nodded and continued wiping her desk.

“Your mate will come, honey. Just give it time.” She said moments later before disappearing into a back room.

You tossed the plastic cup into the small trash bin and took a seat by the window. You pushed the curtain aside and watched Jo wheel your car into the mess of black and grey cars. They littered the gravel in no specific arrangement.

The phone rang and her mother emerged from the back room.

“Harvelle’s T-” She began, “Hey, boys! How’ve you been?”

You leaned back in your seat and flipped your phone over in your hands.

“Well I’m gonna kick your asses for not visiting more often the second you get here!” She shouted while smiling. “Alright, see you soon.” She hung the phone back up on the wall.

Meanwhile you watched Jo make her way back inside. She opened the door with a towel before continuing to wipe her greased stained hands with it.

“It’ll be a couple hours. Your battery is busted.” She leaned against the doorpost.

“Thank you so much.” You nodded.

“Do you need a ride somewhere?” She offered.

“No, thanks.” You figured the meeting would end in a few minutes and you’d never make it.

“Well you’re welcome to stay here.” She grabbed a water bottle and chugged half of it down.

“Jo!” Her mother shouted from the other end of the room, “Sam and Dean are visiting, can you grab some beers?”

Jo rolled her eyes and smiled, “Alright, I’ll be back soon.” She swung open the door and threw one last glance in your direction.

Maybe they didn’t notice one person missing from the meeting…right?

You looked around the office. It was home-y. You tapped your foot on the wooden floors. Car magazines littered a center table, which also held business cards. Looking closer, not one was the same. They just stood in stacks.

In the far corner was a pool table, although you weren’t sure why it was there. The balls were all different shades of grey. Some striped, some solid.

You sighed and shut your eyes.

Just for a minute.

_ _ _ _ _

You woke up with a start. The bells on the door chimed loudly as two men walked in.

You reached up and wiped your mouth, making sure you hadn’t drooled while you slept.

“Ellen?” One man said loudly, “Jo?”

“Jo should be back soon.” You stood up and smiled.

He furrowed his brows at you.

“Oh, I’m Y/N.

“Dean.” He stuck out a hand. You noticed his eyes roam over you.

“Enjoy your nap?”

“What?”

“Your hair is sticking up on-” Dean finished the sentence with hand motions towards your hair. You blushed and combed your fingers through it.

“Dean!” Ellen nearly ran through a door. She hugged him tightly. 

Is she his mother too?

“So, where’s Jo?” Dean separated himself from her and smiled.

“Grabbin’’ a couple beers for you boys.” Ellen ushered him towards a chair, “Where’s your brother?”

You leaned against the window. The glass was warm.

“Doing the same thing.” Dean laughed and clasped his hands on the table. “So, who’s this?” He motioned towards you.

“Jo’s been working on her car.” Ellen crossed her arms and looked at you. “You seein’ color yet?” She asked, then looked between you and Dean.

Your cheeks turned hot and you shrugged, “Everything is still pretty boring.”

Dean gave you a soft smile, “Ellen keeps trying to set me up with every girl that walks in here.”

“You need someone already!” She exclaimed, “You can’t keep roadtripping with your brother for the rest of your life!”

Just as she spoke, Jo kicked the door open with a case of beer in each hand. She dropped them on the table and walked over to hug Dean. They lingered together.

“Oh!” Jo turned around, “While I was out I grabbed a new oil filter. I’ll fix it up now, but the battery needs some work.” Jo informed you while pulling open the case, “It should be running by tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you so much, for everything.” You smiled.

“There’s a motel a couple blocks down but I doubt Mom would mind if you stayed here.” Jo looked at her mother.

“You’re welcome to stay.” Ellen gripped your arm before you could protest, “We have a spare room. We were just building it and…” She continued to tell you all about the expanding they did on the place while you shuffled around the room.

“Jo sometimes spends full nights here so we put in a bed.” Ellen said while grabbing a new sheet and making the bed.

“I got it, don’t worry.” You took the sheets from her hand and continued making the bed. She walked out and shut the door behind her.

The bed sheets were covered in flowers that you wished were something other than black. Once you made the bed you turned and looked in the mirror on the wall and saw Dean was right, your hair was sticking up on the side. You took of your suit jacket and laid it on the bed, leaving yourself in just a sleeveless button down.

The bells chimed again and you heard another voice. It was softer than Dean’s, so you assumed it was his brother.

You swept your hair to one side and grabbed a tissue from your purse before wiping off most of your lipstick. A light pink stain was left.

“Hey” Jo swung your door open, “Want one?” She shoved a beer in your direction.

“Yeah, thanks” You smiled and followed her back outside.

You looked for the new voice and saw his back facing you.

“Don’t be rude, Sam!” Ellen scolded him, “We got a guest.” She spun the very tall man around.

You locked eyes with him.

Suddenly the bottle slipped from your hands and landed on the floor with a crash. Sam took a step back and stared back at you.

Ellen looked at Jo with wide eyes. Dean stood up right behind Sam and tilted his head at you.

You stepped closer to Sam, suddenly pulled to him. He reached out a hand and pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb.

“It’s pink.” Sam said.

“You’re hazel.” You said, then shook your head, “I mean your eyes. They’re hazel”

Sam let out a low laugh, “I bet they are.”

Ellen smiled wide and walked over, draping her arm across Dean’s shoulders.

“One down, one to go.” She looked over at Dean who looked at Jo.

You held his gaze, “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Sam.” He stuck out his hand and you gripped it, trying not to think of how nice his thumb felt on your lip.

Dean walked up to his brother, “And to think I was going to hit on her, Sammy.” He crossed his arms.

Sam rolled his eyes, his gorgeous, multi-colored eyes.

You looked around the room slowly then ran up to the window like a puppy who spots the mailman. Your fingertips were pressed against the glass as you looked out at the endless grass and dirt. The cars were all different kinds of greens and reds.

Suddenly, a laugh bubbled up from your throat as you looked up at the sky. It was endlessly blue.

Sam joined your side, his arms pressed against your shoulder.

“It’s beautiful.” He exhaled and looked at you.

“Now how about those beers?” Dean tossed one to his brother who handed it over to you and took another one for himself.

“To Sam and Y/N.” Ellen raised her bottle.

“To Sam and Y/N.” Jo and Dean answered.

You took a swig and closed your eyes for a moment.

Is this a dream? Is Sam really my soulmate?

You felt his knuckles brush against yours, and as if you had been doing this forever, you tangled your fingers in his. His hands were rough, yet warm and strong. A comfort you’d never known surged through you. For the first time, you were glad that your car broke down.

“How about w-” Jo began.

“Guys!” A man came busting through the door.

“Garth?” Everyone but you exclaimed.

“They’re close.” He shut the door and then ran over to the windows, lowering the blinds quickly.

“What’s happening?” You asked. Sam gripped your shoulders.

“How many?” Sam asked.

“I’m not sure, about t-”

“What’s happening!” You slammed your bottle on the table.

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

“She’s your soulmate, you have to tell her.” Dean crossed his arms.

“Y/N.” Sam looked at you, “Monsters? They’re real.”

“Like the boogey-man?”

Sam smiled and dropped his head before looking back at you, “No, not like the boogey-man. More like demons, vampires, werewolves, and other nasty things.”

“Oh.”

“You seem way too comfortable with this.” He furrowed his brows.

You shrugged, “I watch a lot of horror movies. One of them was bound to be real.”  

Sam laughed and shook his head. Dean raised a brow and whispered something to Jo which she obviously agreed with.

“They’re here.” Ellen seperated the blinds with her fingers and peeked through. As if on cue, a parade of men knocked through the front door. Sam shoved you behind him.

“Oh my god.” You whispered. Their eyes were dark red. You gripped the back of Sam’s jacket.

“Who sent you?” Dean asked right away.

One demon stepped forward and laughed. Immediately Dean lunged at him. Sam pushed you towards Jo who immediately made you duck under a table.

“Stay here.” She warned. You watched as Sam grabbed a demon and stabbed it with ease. A bright light emitted from the demon’s mouth.

The sound of punches were loud in your ears, ringing uncomfortably.

You watched another two demons crumple to the floor.

Sam moved quickly, protecting himself and everyone around him. Then you heard a grunt.

“Sammy!” Dean shouted.

Sam’s jacket wasn’t as green anymore.

“Sam!” You shouted and ran out from under the table.

Enraged, Dean took out the last two demons with fluid ease.

“Hey, Sammy. You’ll be fine.” Dean moved his brothers shirt and located the wound.

You watched as he worked. Jo tossed him a first aid kit and in seconds Dean was fishing a bullet out of Sam’s chest.

“Your eyes are turning grey.” You said to Sam.

“Your,” He choked out, “Your lips are still pink.” Sam smiled with bloodstained lips.

“Got it!” Dean shouted. Sam coughed and you helped him sit up.

“Hold this down” Dean moved your hands to Sam’s bandage while he taped it up.

“Please don’t die.” You said, “I just met you.”

Sam shut his eyes and opened them again, slowly. You gripped his hand and let him drop his head onto your shoulder.

“See? All patched up.” Dean said and stood up on shaking legs. Jo wrapped an arm around Dean’s side.

“How are they now?” Sam mumbled into your shoulder.

“What?”

“How are my eyes?”

“Hazel again.” You smiled and leaned your head onto his.

_ _ _ _ _

Hours later you checked on Sam who had since taken over your bed in the guest room.

“How are you feeling?” You sat by his legs.

“Better now.”

You nodded.

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Is this what you do everyday?” You placed a hand on his knee.

“Get shot? No, usually that’s not in my schedule.”

“Stop it.” You smacked his leg with the back of your hand.

He looked at you and tried to sit up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You looked up at him through your lashes, “I just met you less than five hours ago, and I already care for you. I don’t know why, but I do.”

“Because we’re soulmates.”

“Exactly. And I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.” He laced his fingers with yours.

“Everything almost turned grey again, Sam.” You looked at his bandage.

Sam reached over and rubbed his thumb across your cheek.

“I’ll never leave you, Y/N. I promise.” He said gently. You dropped your head onto his shoulder. Carefully you dragged your fingers up to his wound and pressed your palm against the bandage.

He draped his arm over your shoulder and rested his chin on your head. You listened to him breathing and shut your eyes.

Just for a minute. 

pixarjem  asked:

Heh... Hello again. Fusion weapons, all dealing with a shield. Shield and Claymore sword, Shield and War Fan, Shield with fishing hook type weapon (think of Mater’s tow hook from the Cars films), and Shield and Gauntlets. Thanks so much. Hopefully not an overload dear.

You’re welcome!

Fusions:

Shield X Claymore Sword:

Both offense and defense; an umbrella with a pointed end to used when closed for offense, and open it for defense

Shield X War Fan:
A shield that can be folded up like a fan, or tossed like a discus

Shield X Fishing Hook:
A discus with hooks on the edge

Shield X Gauntlets:
Armor

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  • Ruby: Alright team, Torchwick is out, let's get back on this Warthog and get out of here.
  • Yang: Warthog? Why are you calling it that?
  • Ruby: Because it looks like one! Look at the two tow hooks at the front. They're like little tusks. Now what kind of animal has tusks?
  • Weiss: A walrus.
  • Yang: I'm not buying it. It looks like a...uh...like a big cat of some kind.
  • Blake: You mean like a puma?
  • Yang: Yeah, man, there you go.
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Kwinskii’s bugeye: Black Magic

If you can believe it this bugeye has over 210,000 miles (and over 200,000 of them were on the stock engine). Subaru’s industrial strength build quality definitely shows on this car…

Interestingly, Kwinskii owns two modded Subarus, this black bugeye WRX being one of them, and another White STI (full-on track buildup with a bazillion point hand made rollcage (w/ gussets), ballistically wide volks, and even more Voltex goodies than the WRX – also pictured below – but it now looks like THIS)

After hitting the 210 mark, this bugeye was freshened up with EDM HID projector headlights, a fresh coat of black paint, ’04 rear to fit the Voltex carbon rear diffuser, an STI shortblock (stock engine *with mods* gave out at 207k), and the most noticeable upgrade – 18×10 Work Emotion’s.

This is an extreme wheel setup, and I’m usually not a fan of too crazy aggressive fitment (when the wheel starts to exceed the fender line), but wide looks right on this car because it’s a near-widebody WRX. While he calls it a mere “fender pull” it’s clear that some immense metalworking talent and bodywork went into building the fenders out an additional inch or so. Normally fender pulling makes me cringe because it’s (1) a permanent/irreversible mod to your chassis (2) often poorly done with a Chipotle™ Burrito-foil crumpled texture… sometimes even rusting – but Kwinskii did it right.

“The stock motor lasted until 207,000 miles. Then I just did a STI 2.5L with WRX heads and an FP green EWG and all the supporting mods. Drove it like that for about 4,000 miles and now I’m on to better things and right now I am in the middle of a motor build.”

Suspension / brakes
Tein Super Racings with custom spring rates
Tein dual EDFC
Tein front strut tower bar
GT Spec Subframe brace
GT spec H brace
GT spec truck cage
STI control arms
Cusco 22 mm front sway bar
Cusco 22mm rear sway bar
Kartboy front end links
Kartboy rear end links
STI front Brembos
DBA 4000 series rotors
(STI Rears are being put on right now with DBA rotors)

Exterior
New paint job done at 210,000 miles
EDM headlights
JDM STI hood scoop
JDM STI front grill
JDM STI fog light covers
STI blinker covers
Brand new OEM bumper with shaved and new hole cut for front tow hook
Brand new OEM 04+ rear end with taillights
Front fenders rolled and pulled and the little body line is now gone
Rear fenders rolled and pulled
Voltex rear diffuser
Nukabe how hooks front and rear
Prodrive lip
(V2 STI lip on the way to make the front end be even with the rear)
Work XD-9 18X10 +18 (5×100 and only set in the country) with 265’s
Volk Black lug nuts

Motor / transmission. (I’m just listing everything that is going into the car right now or is on the car)
Brian Crower 2.7L (102 bore 8.2:1)
Brain crower 280 cams
Darton Sleeves
Commetic head gaskets
Cosworth High volume high-pressure oil pump
Cosworth main and rod bearings
Cosworth Valves 1mm over sized
Cosworth Valve springs and retailers
Cosworth timing belt guide
Cosworth 11mm head studs. The new stronger ones
JDM Spec C intake Manifold.
Rotated intake manifold
Custom intercooler piping
Wiggles clams
Tial GT35R .82 rotated
Tial 44mm wastegate
Tial Q blow off valve
APS fuel rails with custom lines
1150 or 1600cc injectors. I might also get a 42R and switch every now and then so I haven’t made up my mind on that yet.
Koyo radiator
Samco radiator hoses
APS short ram intake
APS exhaust
APS Exhaust manifold
APS 525 Silver front mount
Process West oil cooler (not that get of quality FYI)
Moroso oil pan
Aeromotive Fuel Pressure regulator
Prova water to air separator
Painted engine bay and wire tuck
STOCK Transmission still haha. (New one coming when this one goes. Either PPG or STI 6 speed)

I know there is a lot more that I am forgetting in the motor I just can’t remember right now.

Interior
Sparco Pro2000’s X2
Takata long harnesses X2
Cusco 7 point cage with 2 add on bars.
06 STI steering wheel
Beatrush bulkhead divider

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Our Ram Truck representative came by today to give us a preview of what the all new 2016 Ram 1500 Rebel will look like when it becomes available soon! This full size light duty truck displays the prominent RAM badge on the grille and tailgate, has 33 inch tires, skid plates, tow hooks, a tri fold tonneau cover, Ram box, and an exclusive 1.0 inch factory suspension lift to offer increased ride height & off roading capability. Under the hood options are a 3.6L Pentastar V-6, 305hp, 269 lb-ft of torque and fuel economy 25mpg OR a 5.7L Hemi V-8, 395hp, 410 lb-ft of torque. Will be available in 5 colors. 

For more info: http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/new-2015-ram-1500-rebel-makes-a-statement-300018786.html

anonymous asked:

The Stemme S10 also has several unusual features such as a tailwheel undercarriage and a side-by-side cockpit. It does not have a tow hook connection so it must self-launch. The two main wheels retract and lower electrically, though they can also be lowered manually if needed. There is an option to fold wings to reduce hangar span to 11.4 m (37 ft 5 in). The engine restart time is 5 seconds. A solar panel can provide additional electrical power during long flights. It has a steerable tailwhe

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Jeep Wrangler Salute concept, 2016. A one-off to celebrate the 75th birthday of the Willys MB, which went into production in 1941. The Salute concept is based on the entry-level two-door Wrangler but misses out on doors, B-pillars and a roof frame. Other changes include a spare wheel and tyre combo mounted on the tailgate, and exposed steel bumpers at both ends with integrated tow hooks.