wait in the car

and sometimes I look out my window 
hoping to see you in my driveway leaned back against your car waiting for me to come out
but every time I look out my window I see nothing, not you, not anyone

Prompt: Soulmate/ tulips

Mr Birling’s words had made more of an impact than Arthur cared to admit in front of his friends. What if he was right? What if he never would find love?

As he cowered under his umbrella he lowered his eyes and watched the lights of passing cars shimmering on the wet pavement. Saturday night waiting for a bus because he’d lost the car to Douglas in a game of Snap. He’d never felt so unhappy.

A pretty young girl came and sat beside him.

“So much for Spring!” she laughed.

“I know. Terrible weather for this time of year isn’t it.” Arthur replied, not meeting her gaze.

She began humming, gradually getting louder, “In Spring again, I’ll bring again….”

Arthur joined in with gusto, unable to resist a singalong “Tulips from Amsterdam!”

“Oh,” the girl replied, baffled. “I always thought the words were Two Lips From Hamster Dam….”


And that was how Arthur first met his soul mate.

List of things the local crows did while I was working today.

  • Played chicken with the semi-trucks coming off the highway.
  • Flew into someone’s car through the open windows while they were at a red light and swiped the chicken nuggets they were eating
  • Waited for the fanciest red car to stop at a stop light and…well, you can figure out what they did.
  • Stole a bag of chips from a teenager that called them “f*ckin flying rats”.
  • Traded a seagull the chips for a bottle cap
  • Sang along with me when I was humming “Bad Luck Charm”

I love crows.


“My brother shot himself last November. He always viewed himself as my superior. He’d never come to my door when he visited. He’d always wait in the car for me to come out. He had more money, more lovers, more everything. But he was always searching for more. He was never satisfied. My brother was a character. He was a successful character, but he was a character. And that character ended up eating him.”

(Cordoba, Argentina)

  • ends at night with a bang just like their shows
  • ends the same way it starts (circle, goner 2012 kind of thing, i’m sure you’ve heard this theory)
  • tyler mimes drumming throughout the video therefore
  • “can you save” is directed at josh and you can’t tell me otherwise
  • josh doesn’t get out of the way of the car because he’s the boy who lives and breathes plan a and he’d totally follow tyler even if his life turned out to be a total… …wait for it… … …….. wreck
  • the car misses josh because tyler can never intentionally direct his anger, jealousy, anxiety caused by mental illness at josh because how could he hurt a person who’s “important to [him]”, who’s “the love of [his] life”
  • josh’s drums go on fire because his problem is anxiety that has been probably flaring up because of the fame that his friendship & partnership in music making with tyler brought him
  • tyler’s in the backseat because blurryface driving is like having your life out of control because of mental illness and once you realize that you’re sick you have to take your life in your hands. but once that happens in the vid blurryface is gone from the driver’s seat because he’s a fucking coward nowhere to be seen. and what’s sad is that tyler doesn’t go to the front seat to try to save himself but he lets the car fall to pieces. (”i wanna crack the door so i can just fall out”…) it is a miracle that he has josh to carry on even without that metaphorical car.
  • at one point tyler makes a move like he was putting on a mask, also at the end he’s banging a metaphorical tambourine against his chest idk if this is relevant
run all the lights

(this is a direct continuation of the street racers AU ficlet! it was meant to be another small ficlet and then it…grew…so I’ll stick it on AO3 as its own story tomorrow. but it was a tumblr ficlet FIRST and so it shall remain.)


Damen can barely see the world as anything but blurred, tunnel-vision shapes by the time his car screams across the finish line, half a length–if that–ahead of Laurent’s. As he lowers his foot onto the brake, as he pulls around in a half-circle to park, as he climbs out of the car in front of a crowd falling quiet with anticipation… he can barely breathe. Part of him’s back there on the track, watching the speedometer strain towards two hundred. Part of him’s hearing Laurent’s voice, making the offer.

He watches Laurent’s car–which is his car, now–but he can’t see through the windshield with the glare of lights. He wonders if Laurent will stay behind the wheel. Drive the car away in a burst of dust, disappear into the desert.

But that doesn’t fit with what he’s seen of Laurent de Vere so far. And sure enough, Laurent climbs out of the car as soon as the engine cuts, and strides across to stand in front of Damen. The black T-shirt clings to his chest, scooping low enough that the ends of his collarbones are visible. His skin shines with sweat. There’s nothing to see in his expression.

Laurent swipes his hair back from his face. He says, watching Damen closely, “Afraid I won’t honour my word? I will. I always do.”

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i just want you all to know that since Nursey is from NYC he definitely:

  • jaywalks and waits for cars to pass about two feet off the sidewalk
  • walks faster than anyone on SMH, even if he’s not in a hurry to get anywhere. people here just walk really fucking fast my dudes, i don’t care how chill you think he is.
  • weaves through crowds to find the fastest possible route through the gaps between people
  • does not sit down to eat unless it’s a Meal. snacks are consumed while moving, always. plus when he eats pizza he folds that sucker in half and shoves as much of it in his mouth as quicly as possible. straight up pizza deepthroating happens here every day. also is a stickler for “actual pizza, not that chicago imposter bullshit”
  • has very different standards of cleanliness than other folks. there’s trash everywhere here and literal rats all over the place. when you think about it his locker room loogie makes a lot of sense, because new yorkers just spit anywhere they please
  • is probably a Rangers fan (sorry i don’t make the rules), ergo, hates Pittsburgh and Boston
  • played pokemon go compulsively over the summer because NYC is one of the only places you can catch every single pokemon in the US
  • calls murder stop-n-shop the “Murder Bodega”
  • refers to Manhattan as “The City”
  • doesn’t say “cawfee” himself but he absolutely knows people who do and it’s just a part of life
  • makes fun of New Jersey simply because he can
  • 60% of his stories begin with “so this one time in Brooklyn…”

i feel like with every new chapter, bit by bit, we get to see sangwoo’s true nature, this fellow has so much evil intent and so many layers of engrained hatred that it truly does amuse him to see others be in the utter most uncomfortable situations, he thrives off of that feeling he gets when he sees their contorted faces, whether it’s anger, sadness or pain sangwoo wants people to suffer and he’ll do anything to achieve it

Every day, Words With Friends shows me a “match of the day” person they say they hand-picked *just for me*, and want me to play against.

The suggestions are priceless.

First of all, roughly 50% are grandmas.

Another 20% are middleaged guys with sunglasses who reeeaaally like to take selfies in their cars.

#1 looks to be in a driver’s seat, whereas #2 is in a passenger sea– … wait, are they in the same car? 

Are they double-car-sunglasses-selfie buddies?!

I’m not entirely sure what’s happening in this photo… which one’s Jolene? Is she the too-bright one in the foreground with no face?

…also, where on earth are they? Tile floor, some kind of seating, floor-mounted computer kiosk… I’m so confused.

At least this shot makes sense.

These nice people just wanted to take a selfie with the damp pavement outside their house. I mean, hey, we’ve all been there.

At first, I thought the app was just suggesting some guy named Steve, but then I looked at the photo, and – plot twist – it appears Steve might actually be his last name.

This also raises the question of what mother decided to name their kid Tyler Steve.

…and the same goes for the mother that named her son Zyngawf 34260864.

Poor, poor Pippifuzz. They’re just a ghostly outline, doomed forever to haunt the halls of Words With Friends suggestions.

Brandon doesn’t have it much better, seeing as he’s a cloud of mist next to a bridge. At least he has a semi-corporeal body, unlike poor Pippifuzz.

Fred… Fred’s seen some hard times.

…also, yes, the Bumble wants to play Words With Friends with me. I’m flattered.

As does this dog.

As does–…

…wait… Gandalf?




“Hey Bats, do you know what’s black, white and blue?
Penguin’s face when I kick him in the balls!”

Batman rarely smiles or snorts, but there are those rare times when he and Joker are waiting for a police car to arrive and take Joker to Arkham and the clown decides to tell some jokes

one time during summer my friends and i rode this really fast swing ride in an amusement park and one of my friends forgot to take off her flip flops so it slipped off her foot and smack landed right on another girl’s face and basically what i wanted to say here is klance amusement park au