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forestshadow-wolf · 4 months
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I bet Ghost is an excellent stick shift driver, driving is smooth af when he's behind the wheel, better than anyone else in the 141
But soap can't drive stick to save his life. He stalls like 6 times before he gets it into gear
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aquidragon · 2 years
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Leon on the Road [HC]
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In celebration of me getting my driver’s license (finally)! Here are some headcanons of how what type of driver Leon is [headcanons] MINORS DNI
GENERAL HCs
> Leon got his license as soon as he turned 16, and had a heavy foot when he was learning to drive. 
> He speeds, but usually doesn’t realize he’s speeding until he glances at his speedometer, and slows down a bit (only to speed back up again)
> Somehow, he’s only been pulled over ONCE
> A pretty safe driver, he knows what he’s doing and is comfortable driving. HOWEVER, Leon tends to be a bit reckless on the road
> Has an affinity for retro cars, esp from the 60s and 70s
>Drives stick/manual 
>Probably a low-key car guy
Driving with an s/o
> More cautious, unless he’s in a playful mood
>Enjoys making you squeal or shout whenever he does some crazy maneuvers
>NEVER TURNS DOWN ROAD HEAD 
>If he ever had kids, he would be the safest driver in the world 
>It’s incredibly sexy when he goes in reverse, and he KNOWS it
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bishy437 · 5 months
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more of my moshang x inuyasha/isekai thing bc im still stupid as hell
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tackypies · 2 months
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every time i think about how people steal wyll's romantic gestures + desire to have a family + everything they gush about in their mega ooc fluff headcanons for their white men but absolutely refuse to engage with wyll in any way bc he's just the token black character to them
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ikarakie · 1 year
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the first time wayne meets steve is actually far before the events of '86. in fact, it's in winter of '85.
he's on his way back from work when he pops a tire. he's pissed off, it's cold, still dark, and the beginnings of fucking snow are falling around him, and he doesn't have a spare. the nearest payphone is probably three miles walk, and he's just readying himself to make the journey when, miraculously, a pair of headlights turn onto the back road.
the car slows to a stop behind wayne's, and he's struck by how fucking nice it is. a brown bmw 733i, one he thinks he's seen around a couple times. when the driver steps out, he realises that, yes, he has seen this car. because the boy behind the wheel is the harrington boy, and wayne curses every god out there.
he expects some snark. a good attitude and for the kid to make him grovel for help or outright deny any assistance. instead, he approaches with these wide bambi eyes, the absolute picture of concern.
"are you alright, sir?" he asks, perfectly polite. wayne huffs.
"popped a tire, ain't got a spare." he doesn't- doesn't know why he's telling him. really doesn't. but something about the kid makes him falter, makes his steely exterior give way ever so slightly. the boy crouches down to the tire in question, frowning as he inspects it. then nods, grinning. he says nothing to wayne as he heads back to his car, and for moment he thinks the kid's gonna leave him in the dirt. but, instead, he pops the trunk and hauls out a spare, rolls it over to the car.
wayne only watches, fascinated, as he jogs back to retrieve a little set of tools. sits his ass by his tire and starts going at it. he's in a thin, short sleeved tshirt and jeans. he must be fucking freezing- wayne is, and he's got a thick coat, gloves and a hat on.
"what're you doin', boy?" he asks, unable to sound anything but bewildered. the kid blinks at him.
"changing your tire, sir?"
"i ain't got anything to pay you back with." wayne warns, wary. the kid shrugs, continues his task.
"that's okay, i wasn't going to ask you to." he pulls the popped tire off and lays it by his side. "it's just a good thing we have the same size, huh?" he grins, a little shy. wayne has never felt so thrown off in his life.
was this really james and cynthia harrington's boy? would someone of those people's blood really sit in the cold to change a strangers tire? expecting nothing in return? "where's your layers, kid? it's cold as ass out here, you'll catch a chill."
"oh, i gave it to my friend." seriously? seriously? "i'm alright sir, not to worry." he says this despite his red cheeks and reddening knuckles.
he finishes fitting the tire a second or two later, and once he's inspected it, gives wayne an endearingly dorky thumbs up. it reminds him of eddie in all the best ways. "all done, sir!" he collects up all his tools and threads an arm through the hole of the tire, balancing it on his shoulder. "i'll take this for you, i have to drive by the junkyard anyways." he doesn't. wayne knows the harrington's live in loch nora, and that's the opposite goddamn direction.
"you really a harrington?" he asks, not missing the confusion and maybe even slight disappointment he's met with. "just- no offence, son, but i always thought they were nothin' but bad." he deflates even more, if possible. "how did they raise such a kind boy?"
it's such a sudden change, how quickly he's smiling, bright enough to light the damn road if he wanted. it's all bashful and excited, it makes wayne wonder if he's never heard a good word about himself in his life, which seems insane.
"i still got a bit of an asshole gene," he jokes, a little dry, "but i'm trying to be better, you know?" he motions to the tire. "if you can help, why shouldn't you?"
wayne wants to squeeze him, but refrains. thanks him a couple times over and forces the boy to take his hat before he goes, (despite his complaints). harrington bids him farewell and a safe drive home, and he's driving off before either realise they never learnt each other's names.
(wayne finds his out later, though, when eddie meets him at the door, worried that he's late. only after he's walked his nephew through the story three times and sworn up and down, yes, it was true, and yes, it was definitely harrington. steve harrington.
when they meet again after '86, in eddie's hospital room, that boy from all that time ago holding his nephew's hand, he does give him that hug. thanks him, for both this time and the last.
steve wears the hat in winter of '86. it makes wayne smile.)
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enkvyu · 10 months
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3:36pm — gojo satoru;
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perhaps it's because gojo has never needed to drive, that makes him so bad at it.
you clutch the handle on the car door with a deathly grip as gojo manhandles the steering wheel, a cheerful tune on his lips. one elbow rested on an open window, the other casually caressing the wheel, his feet playing toesies with both the brake and the accelerator, you wonder if this was the end for you. at least he was wearing his sunglasses today.
what kind of confidence allows him to drive one handed, you wonder, but the thought is quickly rammed into the crevices of your mind as the car takes another sudden turn. you think you vaguely hear gojo hum a quick "oops, almost missed the exit!" but you'd rather believe he didn't.
you can't even focus on the scenery as it darts past the window, but it looks akin to something from a scifi film when an eager cast of space pilots jump a wormhole. except you’re neither an astronaut nor in space, you’re just an unfortunate soul stuck in a car driven by your best friend.
"that wasn't so bad." gojo chuckles, sparing getou and shoko a glance through the mirror.
"was that the grim reaper i saw around that past corner?" shoko asks, holding her cigarette with a shaky hand. you've never seen her tremble like that before.
"you saw it too?" getou groans, almost taking up the entire space in the backseat as he was previously relocated when gojo decided to take up the challenge of tackling an intersection. "my whole body is sweating. i don’t think i’ve ever sweated this hard in my life"
"don't get your gross germs in my car. and shoko, where did the cigarette come from? didn't i tell you no smoking inside?" gojo complains. his eyes flicker back on his best friend as he doesn’t receive an answer. "i'm being serious, getou, don't sweat on my car, i just got it today!"
"so why are you testing fate with every corner?" your words raise an octave as you look forward again, gojo's car swerving around another one incoming. "gojo, watch out!"
the driver’s face through the tinted window of the other car reflects your own as they barely skim the encounter. an angry voice pokes out from the window but the noise is lost as gojo drives on, completely unfazed.
a series of beeps chase after gojo’s car, and amidst the chaos, was that a siren? the right side of the car flies up as gojo rides over the curb before settling harshing back on the asphalt road. he glances over his shoulder and mutters: “who put a tree in the middle of the road?” under his breath.
your fingers dig into the car door. they hover over the handle, ready to flick it open and jump out.
"eyes on the road!" getou calls from the back.
"my parents told me it's impolite to not look the person you're talking to in the eye!" gojo all but sings.
"let me out." shoko says quietly, and when she's ignored she says it again. "gojo, let me out!"
"you're driving on the wrong side!” your shriek comes out unprepared. “move over the line!"
"it's a double line, that's illegal."
"are you serious? tell me you're not serious. hurry up and move, there's a car coming!"
“i think we’re being chased!”
"stop the car, i want out!"
"we're not even at the school yet, i can't stop now."
someone had to stop him.
"gojo!" you scream. "i want to stop by the convenience store, stop the damn car!"
he glances over at you and you really wish he didn't, because he has to spin the wheel a whole 360 and more to miss a parked car. "why didn't you say so? of course we can stop. now that you mention it, i'm craving icecream."
"i'll get you all the icecream you want if you could just pull over." getou offers from the back. glancing back, you see a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"getou, your sweat." you sob and he hastily rubs it away.
"i'm sorry gojo, please don't keep driving because of this."
gojo huffs. "i already said i was stopping. why is everyone acting so weird today?"
the car revs, swerves and spins completely around, throwing you out of your seat. “i saw a store back this way.” the driver says.
getou dominos over on top of shoko who can no longer vocally complain as her throat was seized by fear. you look over at the maniac who caused this situation and realise it was him making the woop woop! noise. you had thought you were hallucinating.
gojo approaches the carpark, yet to everyone's dismay he doesn't slow. "trust me guys, i saw this move in a dream." when no one says anything, he decides its because he needs to clarify. "it was prophetic."
the car continues, accelerates even, as he beelines towards a single parking slot sandwiched between two other cars. there's no way, you think, but gojo was always about doing the impossible. was that shoko praying in the backseat? you didn’t realise she was religious.
just as you were sure you were going to crash, gojo spins the wheel, jerking the car around before reversing straight into the parking slot.
your head slams against the headrest painfully before being forcefully yanked upwards again. the momentum knocks the air out of your lungs and you gasp. distantly, you hear getou groan in pain and when you look back, you find shoko on the floor.
"so?" gojo turns to smile at you, brightly. "how was it?"
you smile back and throw up all over him.
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pencilscratchins · 1 year
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if i don’t remind people i live in indiana once every six minutes i’ll scream (twitter) [ID IN ALT]
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loveoaths · 1 year
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force sensitive!din is cool, but imagine how funny the reverse would be. force negative!din. his very presence is actively hostile to the force. jedi can’t track him because he simply does not show up on their radars. you try to force throw him and he just stands there like 🧍🏻‍♂️. being around him as a force sensitive person is like entering a cellular dead zone. there are no signals going in or out. grogu’s rapid force development happens because being around din and then leaving with luke was the jedi equivalent of rock lee removing his ankle weights and beating gaara’s ass. if the force is a telephone wire, din is the fucking boulder stapled to it. his very presence causes a vacuum in the force that the universe tries to correct by throwing more force at it, which is why the man suddenly can’t walk without running into a jedi these days. force negative!din, y’all.
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potatobugz · 6 months
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its like this, basically
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gojoshooter · 1 year
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Driving you Crazy : Gojo Satoru
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Pairing : husband!gojo x wife!yn who are teachers at Jujutsu high
A/N : another husband gojo hc cus I'm def enjoying this too much
WARNINGS : teasing, reader in a skirt
Teacher!Gojo putting you in his lap while driving because there are no more seats left. The car is stuffed with his students he planned to take on a field trip with you, each first year stacked on above a second year.
Teacher!y/n who settles on her husband's lap, blushing at the size difference
Teacher!Gojo who drives with one hand in a folded sleeve holding you with his other hand
Teacher!y/n keeping both her legs on each of Gojo's thighs when the realization of a skirt being a bad choise hits her hard
Teacher!Gojo who smiles while tucking you closer so you don't slip and fall
Teacher!y/n who can hear her husband's little sing-songy hums and warm breath fanning lightly on her neck
Teacher!Gojo 's pov where he can literally see you from above, you're so small in front of him that his chin touches your head
Teacher!y/n who watches the scenery from the side window with a cute frown embarrassed with her current situation
Teacher!Gojo sighing as he wonders out loud "isn't this a stuffy place? oh to sit on the comfiest seat" adjusting himself suggestively
Teacher!yn who has a hard time deciding whether to be more mad or to stop her lips twitching into a smile
Teacher!y/n who then feels every vibration of his chuckle pass from his chest to her body
Teacher!Gojo who would spread his thighs apart just to see you panic & let out a squeak through your lips
Teacher!y/n who would kick his husband's shin in an attempt to make him stop when Nanami coughs with a warning
Teacher!Gojo who kisses your cheek subtly as an apology for being an ass
Teacher!yn not falling for it as she grits out "you know i can give you a harder time? stop being a jerk in the face of your kids"
Teacher!Gojo who kisses your cherry red ears before whispering "sorry mrs. gojo" just to spite you further...
A/N : that is it for today!! hope you enjoyed this even just a bit ^^ likes and reblogs are appreciated —♡
Tags : @luckimoon @nanamikentoseyebags @maybekoya @pretty-toru
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qcomicsy · 1 year
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If the batkids had a podcast.
Trinity Special
Superman: (laughing) This is so unfair–
Wonder woman: What?
Superman: I want to hit the table like the boys do. But I will–
Wonder Woman: Break it?
Superman: Yeah.
Wonder Woman: I hate that.
Superman: Right?
Wonder Woman: Yesterday I was– I was trying to make my car work–
Superman: Uh-huh
Wonder Woman: I broke the car.
Superman: Oh noo.
Batman: Was in the insurance?
Wonder Woman: No.
Superman: Oh. This why I don't use cars.
Wonder Woman: You don't?
Superman: No. Because– Because the world is a–
Wonder Woman: A paper cup–
Superman: Paper cup– Yeah.
Batman: I don't have this problems.
Wonder Woman: son of a– (giggles)
Superman: (giggling) very nice lady–
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writingjourney · 3 months
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i just can’t stop thinking about copia driving and being his passenger princess?? like ffjdsjjffjs he looks so good in that episode and i wanna go on trips with him just to dreamily stare at him
You just know when he feels comfortable he's singing along to the radio and gets all hyped when one of his favorite songs start playing, you have to actively remind him to watch the road sometimes because he gets so into his performance.
One of his hands is on your thigh at ALL times, though, unless he has to switch gears because this man loves his classy old cars and sorry but he is not driving an automatic. When you're not on the highway and he has to shift gears more often you rest your hand on his thigh instead, firm and muscular as it works the pedals. Gets him even more distracted than the music.
Road trips involve a plethora of snacks and drinks that you have to feed him. He playfully bites your fingers every time, brushing it off with a comment about how delicious you are but he loves to hear you giggle too much to stop, not even after he made the same joke ten times.
Don't tease him too much while you're on the road unless you're prepared to make an abrupt stop at a secluded rest stop parking lot. The bumps and bruises are worth it, though.
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echo-stimmingrose · 10 months
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Love the idea of Nico having chronic back pain and him blaming it on the fact that he's technically 80 years old. When in reality he just has horrible fucking posture.
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literallyjusttoa · 7 months
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More proof for my “Apollo is actually a shitty mortal driver” theory. Reread the bit where they got pulled over in TDP, and it’s implied they got pulled over bc the cop thought Apollo looked suspicious driving a Mercedes, but like, this is just outside city lines, so I see no reason why the cop wouldn’t just assume Apollo was some rich kid who’s parents bought him a fancy car. Unless, of course, Apollo was going a smooth 95 on the highway and swerving into exits .2 seconds before the road ended.
And Apollo says “the officer stopped us for no good reason that I could see.” Which just cements it in my mind that he was unknowingly committing several traffic crimes against humanity.
Also also, when Meg comes up with an excuse, she specifically mentions that they’re late for piano lessons. Like, she emphasizes it. Again, this might just be to get the police officer off their back, but I like to think Meg knew Lester was driving like they were starring in a Michael Bay film, and was desperately trying to come up with a reason for it.
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Is it canon that Mucho can drive/has a car? What kind of car does he have?
It is canon that Mucho can drive and has a car!
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As for what type, it's a black one! (Lmao I know nothing about cars and pretty sure they never say the type so who knows)
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Though technically that might be Sanzu's car instead???? Since that looks like the same car that Mucho was murdered in front of that Sanzu must've had with him that day. Unless Sanzu just took ownership after Mucho was arrested???
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samarecharm · 3 months
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I miss goro. Bring his bitchass back
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