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capiolumen · 1 year

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Fall-Autumn Musings 2022 iPhoneXR Hipstamatic Photography Original Photographers Photographers On Tumblr Lowy Lens, Slickrock 191 Film, No Flash

#hipstamatic #original photographers #Photographers On Tumblr #abstract photography #sterring wheel #fall-autumn #art #capiolumen #iphone #iphoneXR #iphotography #lowy lens #Slickrock 191 Film #no flash

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hoshizoralone · 9 months

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color wheel challenge with many characters

#timing it i drew this all in 24 hours and my hand fell off. characters taken from my followers on twitter #i wont tag all the fandoms here but i'll just do a few #ai the somnium files #pretty cure #metroid #xenoblade #stranger of paradise #vocaloid #idolm@ster #9 persons 9 hours 9 doors #dont wanna tag da rest #loneart #color wheel challenge #color wheel character challenge #color wheel meme

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bndofdoom · 1 year

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sorry for flooding the monument mythos tag but i messed uo while trying to trace over a dude wheres my car image and nearly had an asthma attack at this

#monument mythos #the monument mythos #Everett sterring wheel

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nickfoo · 4 months

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I was rewatching jerma and Ster co-op elden ring with the randomized mod, and someone in chat tells Jerma he’s almost 40. And Jerma frowns and replies: yeah….

Ster: Isn’t is a shame how when you turn 40 they put you in a box and push you out to sea?

#I still laugh so hard at Sters future VR scenario #‘they put you in vr helmets and put you through a car wash and they’re taking the wheels off your car’

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fictionkinfessions · 2 years

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Wait… if you’re party poison and I’m party poison… then who’s driving the car???

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#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #partypoisonkin #dangerdayskin #cars cw #i am #dont worry i have #two kittypets on the pedals #unforch i cant see over the sterring wheel #we're all going to die #but its ok bc i have multiple lives #mod party cat

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incorrect-idolmastersidem-quotes · 1 year

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Blood will be spilled. Lives will be lost. Fortunes will be made. Men will be ruined.

Sora

#source: hell on wheels #sora kitamura #imas sidem #sidem #idolm@ster sidem #the idolm@ster sidem #incorrect quotes

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starliights-shining · 5 months

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Shout out me and my constant need to drive, so in light of this. Late night drives with Prowl, you call him up and he just appears outside your house. You favorite playlist already playing or on loop. He lets you talk about any and everything. Silently driving your aorund town, highways, country roads, literally anywhere you wanna go. You want to get food, he'll take you to your favorite spot. He has his heating or a/c already running at the perfect temp you like. He occasionally get tickled if you grab at the sterring wheel. You two make inside jokes about random things, he generally loves talking to you, loves going for these late night drives and taking you places. He'll eventually confess to you on one of these outtings, nervous as he speaks to you and confesses but is happy that you feel the same and now the late night rides can get a little more intense and spicy. >:)

#stars talking #transformers #transformers x reader #tf x reader #tf #prowl x reader #tf prowl #prowl

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months

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Skateboarding in Wayne Manor

BatmnanVsTmnt!Michelangelo x reader

Takes place during the scene where Mikey skateboards down the staircase while Alfred gets pizza🧡

Warings: Maybe some spelling.

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“Mikey, are you sure this is a good idea?”, you asked your orange clad turtle boyfriend, as the two of you walked down the halls of Wayne Manor. WIth Batman and the rest of Mikey’s brothers down in the Batcave, it almost felt wrong walking through the grand halls, and past every single family painting one the walls.

How you even managed to get your boyfriend and his brothers to agree on bringing you to Gotham City was still beyond you. Maybe it was your great argumentation skills, or Mikey that couldn’t handle the thought of not seeing you for an unknown amount of time. Or maybe it was because both of you begged Leo until his head almost fell off.

“Of course it’s a good idea!”, Mikey answered, spinning the skateboard in his hand. “I’ll actually say it’s a fantastic idea! It’s not everyday you get to walk Wayne Manor on your own”.

“Mikey, sweetheart, until recently you didn’t even know Wayne Manor existed”, you said, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, but now I know it exists, so now I have to check it out!”, Mikey said, still awe struck by the size of the place.

Well, you couldn’t beat that logic. Even though you felt slightly unsure, walking the halls of the big manor, you couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of curiosity. How many halls were there, and how far did they go? And you knew Alfred had just ordered pizza, but you wouldn’t help but wonder where the kitchen might have been hidden.

Mikey placed his skateboard on the floor, before turning to you with the smile that could make you fall in love with him all over again.

“Ready for some wild adventures in the Wayne-ster's crib?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Mikey's infectious enthusiasm. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t be happy about riding a skateboard indoors, but with Mikey by your side, you were willing to do almost anything. That was probably one of the reasons why Mikey’s brother had been so reluctant on letting you travel with them to Gotham.

"Absolutely! What's the plan, Mikey?"

"Check this out!" Mikey exclaimed, stepping a foot on his skateboard with a proud smile. "I thought we could explore the Manor in style! Wanna ride shotgun?"

Excitement bubbled within you as you agreed, and soon enough, you found yourself riding through the grand halls of Wayne Manor on the back of Mikey's skateboard. The wheels echoed against the marble floors as you both zipped around corners, dodging furniture and occasional crime-fighting gadgets. Holding onto his shell, Mikey would grab onto the back of your legs, before jumping over whatever couch was in his way. He would then land on his skateboard on the other side before continuing on down the hall.

Before taking any sharp turns, Mikey would reach an arm out behind him, so he could bring a close for a kiss. Everytime, you would hold onto your boyfriend for dear life, causing him to press a kiss on to your cheek.

Both of your laughters rang through the normally quiet halls of Wayne Manor. It was a surprise that no one heard you. Not even Alfred as he went to pick up the pizzas that had just arrived at the door. Nor did you or Mikey notice that the hall was about to end and turn into the grand staircase that led to the main entrance. Mikey noticed just as Alfred closed the door, and the two of you were about to go down.

In a split second, Mikey managed to grab on to you before throwing you up into the air. You could hear Alfreds; “oh no” from behind the pizza boxes, just before Mikey crashed down the stairs and into the poor man, causing pizza to fly everywhere. But in the midst of the pizza chaos, Mikey still managed to catch you. Silence fell over all three of you, just as a pizza slice landed on Mikey’s face.

“Oh”, you said, peeling the slice off of your boyfriend’s face. “Pizza!”

You had to admit, flying pizza tasted pretty good. It tasted even better while listening to your boyfriend apologies to agitated Alfred.

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sleepygaymerdisease · 7 days

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the white boy in the horse post is ph*l l*ster of dnp fame

ok wow i really do live under a rock huh LMAO. one of the most popular white youtubers ever and i was just like oh hes a horse boy. also i like the asterisk censorship because i just knowwww i would flub this wheel of fortune question because idk his last name

#anis gaymer moments

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lucidreamsxx · 2 years

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Obey Me! Bros teach Teen! MC to drive.

(Just a teensy drabble idea i got)

MC was having a very, very, VERY boring day. Classes were cut due to someone volunteering to cook *cough* Solomon *cough* , Simeon was giving Luke a study session on fungi for some reason, Diavolo and Barbs were off on some royal business, and each and every single one of the demon bros were bored outta their mind. Except Luci and Levi tho, one kept doing paperwork and the other kept gaming.

So our darling MC decided how they'd make use of this beautiful time. You see, MC here, hangs out in Mammon's room alot and we all know that Mams has a car which has been on MC's mind for quite a while now. So what better way to bond than to have your fav demon teach you to drive!

Oh boy......

LUCIFER: Hmn? You want him to teach you how to drive? Why of course MC, he does deserve a break from these paperwork after all. Now get in the car MC, and hold the sterring wheel- NO do NOT lean on it! Now put your feet on the brake an- MC NO, THAT'S THE ACCELERATOR!

The car took off like a bullet, whizzing through the streets as they started coming up towards a wall, unfortunately MC does not know how to slow down :)

"MC, FOR THE LOVE OF DIAVOLO HIT THE GODDAMN BRAKES!!"

Safe to say that was the closest the Morningstar had a near death experience in a good long while.

He did calm down after realizing that you turned the car off after slamming into the brakes, but do not expect him to teach you again, you nearly gave poor Luci here a seizure.

"MC...i am hereby forbidding you of driving ANY AND ALL motorized vehicles."

*cue MC's puppy eyes*

"No. Now get out so i can drive us back"

He defo gave a lecture the whole way back on driving safety and procedures and all that jazz.

MAMMON: "Of course, you want The Great Mammon to teach ya ta drive! Ya only learn from da best kiddo!"

"Alright kiddo, get in and buckle up!"

MC follows obediently, but Mammon does not miss that mischievous glint in MC's eyes,

2nd best to teach you to drive, he's The Great Mammon afterall, obviously....

prolly shouldn't have turned the car on....

"o-oi, MC...." he says, eyeing MC's foot which is very suspicious,

*MC proceeds to slam her foot on the accelerator, and take off like a rocket* :)

"YAAAA, MCCCCCCC! DA FAQ!!! HIT THE BRAKES HUMAN! HIT THE BRAKESSSSSSS!!!!"

Cue MC flooring the brakes as the car came to a very rough stop that may or may not have sent Mammon flying into the windshield :)

Good thing the windshield's charmed or else they both would have had a lecture from old man Luci about car repairs.

Never again, he says. Never again in his eternal life would he teach YOU to drive.

LEVIATHAN, SATAN, ASMODEUS,BEELZEBUB,BELPHEGOR:

Nahh these guys? Might aswell order a coffin off of akuzon, yea no, MC ain't getting back in one piece~

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its-my-whump · 8 months

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Clothes that don’t fit

TW: emotional whump, loss, desperation, aftermath of an accident

It was his first night at home after the accident. 4 and a half weeks in hospital. He felt empty, lonely. It didn't feel like home. It felt like looking through a window inside a foreign home, wondering what kind of a life, whoever was occupying this space, was living. He asked himself the same, but there was no answer. His head was empty, as was his heart.

Only pain was there. The physical pain was bad, but in no comparison to the hole in his heart. How was he supposed to go on? How was he supposed to ever be happy again? He should be, happy to be alive, but he couldn't find the strength.

Clumbsily he got out of bed. The sun was up, but he didn't feel any kind of refreshed. Maybe he scrapped together 2 hours of sleep at the best. The pain of it all was just too much. On unsteady legs, and with the additional help of crutches, he limped into the ensuit bathroom and forced himself under the shower. A big plastic bag prevented his cast from dissolving under the steam. The hot water was a blessing for his sour muscles and bruised bones, but it wasn't able to wash away his sorrow.

When he had finished wallowing in hot water and bad thoughts, he put a towel around his waist and a bruised hand clumbsily brushed over the fogged up mirror.

A pale face looked back at him. The reminder of already removed suture, just recently keeping his skin together, pulled his attention to the cut on his forehead. Another little, but already healed cut above his nose showed, that it was only damn luck it wasn't broken. His eyes wandered over the skinny frame that was tiredly waiting on the other side. A big yellow-greenish bruise colored his torso. It was running diagonal from his left shoulder down towards his right hip, stopping in the middle of his belly. His knuckles and sections of his long fingers were also bruised, where they had connected with the sterring wheel and were smacked against the interior. The color was fading and glady they weren't swallen and splinted anymore. More shadows of old cuts and fading bruises on his arms, legs and back.

He made his way back into his bedroom and heavy-handed he managed to get some clothes out of his closet. Changing was even more of a task. While sitting on the edge of his bed, he pulled his boxers over the cask with difficulty biting back the pain every movement brought him. But he eventually managed.

The rubber band felt lose around his hip. Probably he grabbed his oldest boxer briefs, where the elastic was already worn out. But he was mentally exhausted and hadn't had the strength to change again. A lonely sock found its way onto his uninjured leg, but only under strained grunts, every movement with still bruised ribs, pushed out of him.

A brief look from his jogging pants to his cast made it aboundently clear, that they wouldn't cooperate. Unfortunately, it was already too cool for shorts at home, his recent outfit in the hospital was useless. He postponed the problem and made work of his shirt. Pulling it over his head with agitated rips and bruised hands after all these weeks still felt like torture. Some time later he was actually wearing 3 out of 4 pieces of clothes, he had set himself up to accomplish.

There were scissors somewhere in his drawers. He came up and hopped on one leg towards his target. A glimps in the mirror above just underlined his suspion. The shirt looked 2 times too big and his boxes hardly stayed up on his thin waist. He had lost weight since the accident. A lot of weight. He had seen himself in the bathroom mirror, but only now with his regular clothes to compare himself to, he saw the difference. His clothes weren't worn out, they just wouldn't fit this scrawny person in the mirror anymore.

The first drawer was a blank, but he was too occupied with searching and biting back the pain just being upride brought to his leg, that he almost missed the bag with his belongings from the hospital.

His hand searching the second drawer stopped midmotion and his eyes just stared at said bag. The reason for searching, whatever it was, was forgotten. He grabbed for that bag and hopped back for the bed, the pain overtuned for a brief moment by a wave of emotions.

His butt almost missed the edge of the bed. His leg and ribs practically screamed at him for being upride and moving at all. He needed to catch his breath, before he could go on.

A shaking hand finally breached the rim of the bag and he got hold of a pair of keys and pulled them out. The bag fell unnoticed to the floor and his wallet, belt and random stuff, he had in his pockets that day, just scattered between his feet. He was staring at those keys, feeling the loss all over again. Liquid was about to summon in the corners of his eyes. He hadn't noticed the door to his room being opened silently.

"Hey, you're up?!" The soft voice from his friend, himself not sure if his words were a statement or a question, reached him. Sheepishly a hand went for his moist eyes.

His friend, room mate and temporary nurse, set beside him on his bed, there shoulders touched. He eyed his injured roomie from the side, seeing him turning the car keys in his hands somewhat in thought. His shoulders were slumbed forwards, his demeanor sad. The other one's voice was even more gentil now.

"Hey." He waited for a reaction. As non came, a big hand gentil put itself over bruised fingers and stopped their movement. His voice a sincere whisper. "It's just keys man. Try to look forward."

The shoulders seemed to be slumbing even more. His words were raw, his voice barely used. He wouldn't lift his head, his eyes still fixated on both there hands. "It's not just keys. These are HER keys."

A long awkward silence stretched between them. His roomie had pulled his hands back again and turned his chest towards his friend just looking at him. He was a heap and he was dancing around him for weeks now, but he couldn't see him so desperate anymore. He didn't want to hurt him additionally, but maybe he needed to smash some china, when it ment to get his friend back on track.

"Listen to me, okay. An 18-wheeler pushed you off the road. You are damn lucky to be alive and as everyone in the hospital had said repeatedly. You had a shitload of guardian angles on overtime looking out for you. And now, you are sitting here like a heap and mourning you goddamn car?" His voice was plain, but sympathic. He was just stating simple facts.

"She was not just a car. She was a 1967 Ford Mustang. I turned every screw in that car myself."

His friend knew, that under his mate's plain explanation was so much more. He couldn't cope with being snatched from the jaws of death and that was eating him up more than anything else. He himself hardly could understand, that someone surviving this kind of nightmere could not be happy to actually survived it. But he tried to cut him some slag.

The temporary nurse was sure, his friend needed to deal with all of this, but he also needed to understand, that he wasn't buying this bullshit anymore or how he was projecting his issue towards that wrackage.

"You are a fucking moron. And you know what. YOU. ARE. ALIVE. So please, stop babbling about that fucking car, you stupid SOB!" His words weren't angry at all, not accusing in any way.

The intendeded, even only very gentil headslap stopped midair. He was thinking better as if hitting his injured friend in the head.

Instead he smiled at him like a maniac and pulled his friend into a bear hug, placing his own head on top on his. "God, am I so utterly grateful, that you are alive, my man!" A short, releaved laugh left his lips.

His eyes felt wet, just like they had repeatedly over the last few weeks and deep inside his soul he was screaming 'Thank you!' To every invisible force, that was involved in this miracle.

My whumptember2023 masterlist

#Whumptember2023 #Whumptember2023 day 13 #day 13: clothes that don't fit #whump #writing #whump writing #accident

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sexyherobrine · 8 months

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i'm gonna invent a new type of sterring wheel and it's gonna have 3 Wii Arms on it and a boobies

#mabel #ash

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stcrforged · 7 months

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@killedarlings asked i should have disposed of you when i had the chance. ( to Calypso, from Crocodile! )

" don't be so dramatic. " the war at the marineford hade taken its' toll - not only colourful art DECORATED the body. there was blood, bruises and wounds. a surrealistic mess. cheeks were still wet from the crying. to witness the death of both her father and her brother in the same day... heartbreaking. DEVASTING. but here she was, still standing (barely), calypso gerridae, former helmsman of the whitebeard pirates, sailing away from the chaos. THE PAST. and still there was a smile on her lips as the salty air filled her lungs, the wind playing with her hair, making it look like liquid gold moving in the sunlight. " i know you didn't like pops, but he's GONE now. " her family was breaking apart. it was all happening again. an endless loop. she could feel the urge of revenge beginning to boil in her blood. they would find blackbeard and his crew. " whitey bay would probably be happy to see you leave, but we won't reach land for many hours. "

ONLY those who had helped luffy and ace were welcome aboard the icebreaker - and yes, that meant that even this scary looking fella was welcome. " thanks for accidentally saving me. " brown hues gazed at him, TRULY meaning every single little word. the image of her grandmother being all alone in this mad world had filled her head ever since they had left marineford. she needed to visit dido soon. to hold her, to hug her, to know how much she was loved. one hand on the sterring wheel and the other hand was searching for the old lighter. fingers clutched and suddenly fire. smoke began to travel from her pipe to the clouds in the sky. to WHEREVER whitbeard and ace's souls might be in this very moment. " want some light to that cigar of yours? "

#‧₊˚✩ INTERACTIONS ₊˚✩ / ❝ calypso gerridae ❞#‧₊˚✩ MAIN VERSE ₊˚✩ / ❝ calypso gerridae ❞#‧₊˚✩ AND THE STARS ANSWERED ₊˚✩ / answered #killedarlings #hi! thank you so much for the asks! also very excited to interact with you!#i hope this works! i can always change it to more recent times or so <3 #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue

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delfts-purple · 11 months

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Cop: Excuse me ma'am. Do you know why I pulled you over?

Gwen: Look officer, I have a very good reason.

Cop: *Humoring her* Let's here it then?

Gwen: This fucking demonspawn of my ex-subordinate is currently invading my Fort and I-

Cop: I'm sorry? Your Fort?

Gwen: Yes my Fort. They are doing to just to get a rise outta me and so help me god I am not gonna let them walk over me.

Cop: Uh hu... I am afriad that is not a good reason to use your phone behind the wheel ma'am. I am gonna have to write you a ticket.

Gwen: You serious?

Cop: Very much ma'am. I would highly advice you buy a hands free device for next time you... uh... wanna yell at the demonspawn invaiding you Fort... Its much safer and doesn't break the law.

Gwen: *Places her forhead on her sterring wheel in frustration*

#saints row #sr #saints row 2 #saints row reboot #saints row 2022 #srr #sr22 #Saints Row Gwen #SR Gwen #Saints Row Boss #SR Boss

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maipareshaan · 2 years

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DeanxImpala

Bastard

The Impala sobs gasoline, black like the bleakness of her world. She cannot believe what she is hearing. Sam tells her about Dean and this car they thought was 'Little Bastard'. "I'm sorry, i should have stopped it, but i had to tell you, you deserve to know." She lets out pained honks. "I'll give you some space". Sam pats her sterring wheel affectionately and leaves. She flips through the radio to sadly honk to whatever sad depressing song comes on. Taylor Swift's White Horse starts and she lets herself go. She thinks to all those times Dean played pop songs with her, he could be himself with her, she gave him everything, comfort, loyalty and what had she gotten instead? Embarassment and heartbreak.

She hears yelling and a scuffle. Turns the music off. "You told her? I always knew you had eyes on my baby you son of a bitch.", oh Dean's back, gosh she takes a deep gush of air. "Ya well maybe you should treat her better."Sam screams. He chuckles then, "Man you fucked up and he wasn't even Little Bastard, just some ordinary metal, well we know one little Bastard though." Dean throws a punch and the scuffling starts again. She honks in annoyance and anger, she needed to sort things out with Dean first before even processing anything regarding Sam. "This isn't over." Dean says to Sam as he leaves to see her.

Dean comes in the garage, he looks pained, he looks beautiful, "Why did he do this me, to us." Baby thinks. "Baby I...Go i am so sorry, this crush that i had for this car...I got carried away..it wasn't even him...i...i was weak but it will never happen again."

"Oh i see, you thought he was a celebrity, and you couldn't resist having that notch on your belt. Maybe i want notches on my seatbelt everytime i spot a d list celebrity with a dumb name. Fuck you, you threw everything away we are done." She says through the radio.

Dean leaves dejected and heartbroken. And she cries horn again.

#Deanpala #Carfucker Dean #Why am i like this

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nikaidou-stan · 2 years

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Sangatsu no Lion characters stuck in traffic

another batch of headcanons ad mentulam canis that nobody asked for

Rei

his palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy there's vomit on his sweater already akari's spaghetti

at first he's trying to keep his composure, it's nothing serious really, the cars will start moving again soon and at least he has a book in the back seat, right? ☺️

wrong

after 15 minutes his forehead is covered in sweat, after the first half an hour his nail have left permanent marks in his sterring wheel, give him an hour and he'll be shaking in tears bc he needs to pee so badly and he's gonna be late for dinner and the ice cream he bought for hina and momo is melting and oh my god-

who gave him a license? who's idea was it? why couldn't he walk to the kawamoto's house like always??

his greatest fear isn't being stuck in traffic itself, but the social aspect of it: there's absolutely nothing he hates more than people he doesn't know randomly tapping on his windows and trying to strike up a conversation (if someone recognizes him he will throw up)

when akari asks him "so, how was driving here for the first time? :)" he starts sobbing on the spot

Hina

UNBOTHERED QUEEN

she's so chill about it, the bastard might even be enjoying this

literally taking a nap if she's stuck more than fifteen minutes, with her feet sticking out the driver seat's window

it's not a glove department, it's a cat department; it's never closed because 4 times out 5 there's a cat napping in there that she's trying to smuggle in at work (keyword: trying)

I hc that she shares a van with akari (they use it for everyday things and for the shop's deliveries) so she has all sorts of things in the back to keep her entertained: a nintendo switch (her animal crossing island is so cute), plenty of sweets in case she gets the munchies, a sketchbook and some pens...

rei's absolute nightmare, she straight up leaves her van to stretch a bit and say "hi" to people, and if she spots someone she knows it's the end, she'll hop into the passenger seat and talk for hours until she realizes everyone's honking bc she left her van in the middle of the highway

Nikaidou

sunglasses are on, his favorite spotify playlist is blastin through the speakers, and he's already halfway through the book he bought eons ago and never bothered to finish

since he's never the one who's driving, he does the same things he does when the limousine is actually moving

a secret of his is that he lowkey loves getting stuck in traffic bc often trips with the limousine are the only times he can actually talk with hanaoka <3

once he started doing the macarena in the spaces between cars and like 20 people joined in (it's not like they were moving anyways)

another traffic explorer, his luck never runs out so he always manages to spot his friends, more often than not hina or shigeta (but he always flees because there's no way mr eyeliner and bad attitude doesn't keep a knife in his car)

Kyouko

HER FOOT CAN'T HIT THE PEDAL BUT HER FIST CAN HIT THE HORN

has a megaphone in the back of her red fiat for emergencies like this: she's well aware that shouting and starting fights won't help, she's just an agent of chaos

totally puts up a show stripping down to her underwear, putting sunscreen on and tanning on the hood of her car (kiriyama was once stuck beside her, it was hella awkward)

her windows are tinted for other people's safety, anybody that tries talking to her (or worse, flirting) gets a trip to the er

she also frequently naps in her car with her sleep mask on, not because she's relaxing but to further discourage any attempt at conversation

tip from an expert: if you're in her passenger seat and want to calm her down, just put on any mitski album (preferably lush): either she'll get really quiet or you'll have her sobbing and screaming the lyrics of brand new city

not exactly calming her down but hey, it's less destructive than her usual behavior

#maybe i'll add more who knows #march comes in like a lion #sangatsu no lion #3 gatsu no lion #rei kiriyama #hinata kawamoto #nikaidou harunobu #kyouko kouda

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