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caelichythcat · 3 months

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they're in the car outside

#the altogether #jonah scott #sierra scott #emma freeman #in the car outside #the killers #tiktok #2024

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autisticmurraybauman · 2 years

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I have a hopper playlist that’s just the front bottoms and a joyce playlist that’s just mitski and I think my next endeavor is a jopper playlist that’s just the killers

#saph.txt #jopper #desperate things…#in the car outside #miss atomic bomb is big high school jopper vibes

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citacoesdeacucar · 1 year

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She's got this thing where she puts up the walls so high

It doesn't matter how much you love

It doesn't matter how hard you try

(...)

It's like waiting for a train to pass, I don't know when it'll pass

But I remember when she used to set the room on fire

With her eyes, swear to God

#the killers #in the car outside #pressure machine #music #música #lyrics #letras de músicas #vulnerability #vulnerabilidade #Spotify

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inkskinned · 2 years

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i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.

but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.

a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.

instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting

i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."

i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.

and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.

"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."

#i lost my wallet in disney world once #and really thought i had beefed it bc i was 19 and alone #and a woman got it back to me within an hour #just like . a mom #i have no idea how she got my number or info #and i do think that since then karmatically god has been like.#ur about to be the same person in someone else's life #btw i like the side quests but they never happen at a good time #once saved 2 lost dogs while on the way to the airport. i already had my 70 pound dog in the back of my car #and had to chase 2 dogs down the street to wrastle into my passenger seat #(she ended up writing me the fucking nicest thank you card and sending me WAY #W A Y too much in target bucks as a thank-you)#i went 2 go see batman the other night and legit like. had already been running late #to go see a friend #and instead was like. sorry i have to step outside and use this person's phone to see if i can find them #i once found 250 dollars in cash lol #MEANWHILE IN MY PRIVATE LIFE #I LOSE FUCKING EVERYTHING #adhd will be like #: thou art so observant that it is distracting :#: BUT not observant towards items that are not novel to you :#: die mad about it :#: so it is written. so it must be :#: no nobody saw where you put the fucking car keys :

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lizposting · 11 months

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DO🕯️🕯️NOT🕯️🕯️🕯️FLOP.🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

#miraculous ladybug #ml s5 spoilers #ml #mlb #mlb s5 #ml s5 #ml spoilers #mlb spoilers #ml revolution #ml revolution spoilers #adrienette #HOW THE FLIPPITY FLOP DO I TAG #this post is going to flop so bad #i suggest listening to 505 and cars outside while thinking of this scene

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houseswife · 5 months

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bro can you imagine being tritter. you’re a power hungry cop who just wants to get revenge on the asshole doctor who humiliated you, so you approach his prescribing physician saying “here’s cold hard proof that he committed several crimes and endangered your career”. and instead of testifying against him in light of this information he’s like nooo he didn’t do anything wrong!! it was my fault actually that he committed felonies without my knowledge!! don’t take him away!! send me to prison instead!!! like. what do you even do with that

#can’t get over the car scene where tritter is like ‘you’ll go to prison if you don’t tell the truth about him’#and wilson just goes ‘better me than him’#and tritter just gets inscreasingly baffled by his commitment to being number 1 house defender #gay people bro 😭😭 outside perspective on that relationship goes crazy #house md #hilson #house/wilson #gregory house #james wilson #or like alternatively #can you imagine being julie wilson #and your husband comes home one day and he’s like I lost my job #and u ask why #and he says that house committed too many crimes and you refused to get him fired #my man was down bad 😭 stand by your mannn and show the world you love him

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bluesadansey · 2 months

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unstoppable force (Adam’s canonical teacher kink) meets immovable object (Gansey being a professor’s soul in a teenagers body).

#meta #s speaks #adansey #adam parrish #richard gansey #trc #I’m sorry. but also Maggie wrote this so it’s on her I’m just calling a spade a spade #more insane when you think about their first meeting being Adam teaching Gansey about cars and Gansey teaching him about dead welsh kings #reciprocal informational exchanges defining their whole dynamic in that way … sapiosexual disaster bi bitches #it’s so funny to me that the greenmantle intro scene is def her way of establishing Adam as queer outside of his attraction to Ronan but w/#bringing Gansey into it and yet the description of greenmantle sounds like a combo of Ronan and Gansey #and the language to describe his attraction is a downplayed version of the monologue flashback of Gansey being like the sun…chile anyway.#him thinking Ronan is so attractive I wish I could imagine him as a young hot professor but that’s just not his vibe…#so I take it you’ve imagined Gansey as your history prof many a time okay.#the raven cycle

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themadknightuniverse · 1 year

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Territory

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#Nachito punishing Lalo for getting them lost in the desert #Lalo is definitely spending the night all alone outside of the car #nobody cares if it's getting cold at night Lalo #maybe he was just trying to play the “broken- down car” trick tho #well it's a FAIL LALO #nacho varga #lacho #bcs #better call saul fanart #better call saul #michael mando #my art

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notbecauseofvictories · 5 months

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I know my experience is not universal, but I biked 5+ miles to do my errands today and I genuinely think we'd be much happier as a human collective if we increased residential density and switched to largely alternative modes of transportation.

#I don't know /how/ you'd do it exactly but this is my vision:#all cars are kept outside a certain perimeter. you can own a car and rent your outside-the-city parking spot;#or you can just reserve/rent a communally owned car when you need one #trucks and deliveries can cross the perimeter on a job but after the work is finished they must be returned to the exterior #inside the city perimeter you can: walk or run; bike or scooter or skateboard #or you can take public transit! there are many more buses and they can move much more freely in a car-less environment #there is also the option of cabs but - and this is key - the cabbies are unionized and the service is public #like the trains and buses.#there is no privately-controlled transit in the city. it belongs to everyone.#and because the lines of parked cars disappear from the streets; they are much better utilized #more kids play in the street. more block parties. more street fairs.#take back the space!!!#anyway this is my vision.#celestial emporium of benevolent knowledge

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hiding-under-the-willow · 4 months

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intrigued by the implications of stone and wade's dynamic in the second movie

#atlas.art #artists on tumblr #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie #dr robotnik #agent stone #wade whipple #wade is the only guy who sees stone with robotnik in the first movie and then just is casually a regular at his shop in the next movie #tails steals his car from outside the shop the first night in the movie and then wade comes back again for his morning coffee the next day #how much fucking time a day is he spending in that shop #I'm just saying-#stone has two hands-

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yourmomxx · 9 months

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car’s outside (but I don’t wanna go tonight)

sam winchester x reader

summary: sam feels bad because he’s always away on hunts. you reassure him

warnings: angst, fluff, insecure sam

word count: 1.3k

requested by @fuiabarcelos

Sam came home when the hand of the clock showed way past midnight. You would like to say you noticed, but you didn’t. Like every other night, you had waited up until late for your boyfriend to return, but as much as you missed him, you had to fall asleep at some point.

Sam was quiet when he entered the bedroom. For a moment, when he saw you, he just froze and leaned against the threshold. The lack of moonlight was no obstacle for him to make out your figure under the bedsheets, curled up toward his side of the bed, leaving space as if he was there.

Sam was careful when he lifted the covers and slid under them, like a silent breeze drifting through a window.

He shuffled closer to the warmth of your body, wrapping one arm around you. In sleep, you let out a noise and scooted closer to him, pressing against his side and resting the palm of your hand over your heartbeat, just as the two of you always did.

Just like he had never left.

You weren’t an early bird. Usually, Sam was. He went out for runs, or just left bed early to get more of his day, but whenever he was home with you – which seemed to be a lot fewer times lately – you tried your best to let him sleep in.

He barely got four hours of rest anyway while he was with Dean, so whenever you could, you let him take as much time as possible. Sam always claimed to have a sort of inner clock that woke him up at ungodly times anyways, but whenever he shared a bed with you, that clock seemed to be muted.

You were preparing breakfast when Sam came down the stairs. It didn’t matter what time it was, because you were two grown adults living in your own place, and you could very well decide at what time of day to eat what, thank you very much.

Some eggs and bacon were sizzling in the pan, as two strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You felt the soft tickle of Sam’s breath against your skin, and the start of a stubble, while he pressed light, whispered kisses over your naked shoulder.

“Sorry I stayed away longer than I said I would,” Sam apologized softly next to your ear, voice still rough and drunken from sleep.

You blindly raised a hand to his head behind you and began scratching his scalp. Sam hummed into the crook of your neck.

“It’s okay baby,” you reassured him quietly.

“Hm, ‘s not,” Sam mumbled. Without a warning, his hold around your body tightened, and he lifted you up, twirling you around and placing you down on top of the kitchen isle. You yelped in surprise, naked thighs unsuccessfully shying away from the cold stone plate.

The freezing feeling was fast forgotten, when Sam dashed forward, hands supported on either side of your body, pressing his lips into yours.

A surprised grunt slipped past your lips when you pushed your mouth back into his. Sam’s lips felt chapped, and dry, maybe a bit bloody. They felt like the best kiss you’d ever gotten.

“Sam, the eggs are going to burn.” You protested when he pulled back to gasp for air.

Gaze fixated on you, Sam reached behind him, grabbed the dial, and swiftly turned it from a 6 to a 0. He smiled up at you, pure mischief blinking in his eyes.

“You’re insufferable,” You said, but the grin on your lips took away all the power behind it. Sam merely hummed and leaned in closer to you again. You met him halfway.

This kiss was softer, slower. An appreciation of the other’s presence and basking in it, rather than the kiss of reunion from before. You didn’t mind.

Sam had always felt perfectly shaped for you, in any way one could imagine. From the first day, he had known your lips like he had mesmerized them from an earlier life, and when he shared a bed with you, his arms hugged your body in just the way to make you feel harbored.

“How was the hunt?” You whispered. Sam’s head was resting in the crook of your neck again, as you pressed your cheek into his hair and carded your fingers through the dark strands.

Sam grunted. “I’ll never get used to you so casually asking that.”

A soft laugh escaped your throat.

Sam shifted and looked at you. “It was good,” He answered. “Missed you, though.”

He pecked your lips. You pouted. “I missed you too, baby.”

Something dark crossed Sam’s face. The corners of his mouth fell.

“You know, it’s days like these I wish I wouldn’t have to do this,” He admitted to you.

You nodded in understanding. “I know.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. “How can you live with this so easily? With me? I would’ve kicked myself out months ago.”

Your thumb softly smoothed out the worried line of his eyebrow. “Sam, what you and Dean do out there is so important,” You remind him. “You save people. And you love doing it.”

Sam shook his head, unconvinced. “Why are you being so understanding about this? Why can’t we fight, and you can you just yell at me to stay?”

“Would you?”

Sam didn’t answer, just averted your eyes at the question.

“Exactly.” You smiled softly. “Sam, I know I couldn’t keep you from this. And that’s why I would never ask you to give it up. I would never make you choose.”

“But it’s not how this should be. How we should be. I.” He touched his forehead softly against yours.

“Always one foot out the door. It’s not what you deserve.”

“Maybe not. But I know how much it means to you. Being out there, saving people, being with your brother. And I would never keep you from that.” You added.

Sam’s eyes flashed with an offer. “Then come with me.”

You softly shook your head. “You know you can’t ask that of me.”

He bowed his head again. “I know, I-“ He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You tilted his chin up to look at you. His eyes were liquid, glistening in the dim light of your kitchen like warm copper. “Hey. You didn’t let me finish before.”

Your thumbs caressed his cheek, your hands holding up his head. “Maybe it is not what I deserve. But it is what I want.” You leaned closer to him. “You are what I want, Sam Winchester.”

Sam leaned his forehead against yours. “You are what I’ll always want.”

For a moment, you closed your eyes. You felt your breathing through the silence of the kitchen, the rising and sinking of your chest, and how it accommodated to move the same as Sam’s.

You felt the beating of a heartbeat. You couldn’t say if it was Sam’s, or yours. They beat the same.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered. You grinned.

“You bring me souvenirs from every town you go in.”

“That’s nothing.”

You lean back and look at him. “For me, it’s everything.”

Sam’s eyes dart in-between yours, and the look that burned in them was so sincere, it almost made his heart ache. Dean had called you a witch once, Sam just called it love.

He wrapped you into another kiss.

You spent a lot of time kissing that morning.

The eggs were already cooled down by the time you served them, and the bacon was no longer crispy, but it didn’t matter. Sam was too captivated by being back home with you, to pay that much mind to the food anyway.