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circusmotel · 1 year

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from the beginning, the middle, and the end of time 🔮🐚🚗🌊🌏🌌🎀

#my art #i decided to draw one of my favorite memories :)#roadtrip #roadtrip aesthetic #seacore #lostcore #illustration #artists on tumblr #traditional art #sea shells #pearls #circusmotel #circus motel

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jt1674 · 1 day

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#the rolling stones #black and blue #memory motel

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hairscare · 1 year

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slender brothers studies

#ive loved the slender brothers since i was like 9 #a core memory i have is staying up late in my motel room on vacation in north carolina and looking at pics of them on google images #my art #creepypasta #slender brothers #slenderman #splendorman #trenderman #enderman

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roe-and-memory · 8 months

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you guys are SO right for pushing red haired lightning . tired of the blonde blasphemy like i’ve been saying this forever. any sally doodles/headcanons?, maybe her life before meeting lightning, or even before coming to radiator springs ? we get a loose backstory for her in the movie but i always felt like there could be more there! love this blog by the wayeeee:)

IM SOOO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE A MILLION YEARS

and REAL where is all the ginger lmq?.? he’s red!! give him some freckles and red hair and boom you’ve got the silly

we havent talked much about sally aside from her life with lightning.. which, on our part, i must say is disappointing because we both love her dearly, BUT we do have backstory for our girl and a couple headcanons

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hi this is roe, here are some doodles, thanks for the request!!

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for backstory

we think sally was a STUDENT in university when she came to radiator springs - went to berkeley for law, was two years into her courses when she decided she just Couldnt anymore. she packed all her stuff into a bag and left one morning and just drove until her car broke down in the middle of nowhere, otherwise known as about 10 miles away from radiator springs on route 66

before i go any further i usher you to read the backstory fic i made for her because self promo is real and it goes much more in depth about how utterly miserable i made her:

ANYWAYS we think she had a boyfriend previous to this, not really sure the details but they broke up, she was 19 when she came to radiator springs, 21 when lightning came around, etc.

headcanons wise

- she really loves flowers and plants. her favourite flowers are dahlias. she can make flower crowns like she created the concept of them herself, absolutely zero effort

- doc taught her law using his own knowledge from law school and the books she has from her own courses, she wasn’t too upset about not being able to be a big lawyer because in radiator springs she had other things to do — like bring her vision for the cozy cone to life

- she designed the cozy cone motel with the help of ramone and built it with the help of red

- her love language is physical touch

- (personal favourite) she loves hugging lmq, sometimes whenever the crew is sitting around and he’s sitting criss cross on the floor, she’ll sit behind him, arms around him, also criss cross, sound asleep with her head resting against his back and he is completely unbothered by it

- she doesnt cry much, her and lightning are similar that way, and it takes a LOT for her to get emotional. thats not saying she wont bawl her eyes out if lightning gets hurt because she loves him

#cars 2006 #lightning mcqueen #cars fandom #cars fanart #sally carrera #sketch #salqueen #sally carrera headcanons #sally carrera fanart #memory’s headcanons #roe’s art #we love her soooo much #shaking her around like a snow globe #did i mention shes soo silly and cutesy and i think she deserves the world #shes a lawyer on the side a motel owner first and foremost #the cozy cone was her first project and she had the time of her life doing it #love her

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chaoticdesertdweller · 5 months

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Blue Jay Motel

Salem, Virginia

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colourme-feral · 7 months

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More older shared locations that I've found,

Love by Chance and Something in My Room

'Cause You're My Boy / My Tee, 55:15 Never Too Late and Our Skyy x Dark Blue Kiss (location)

'Cause You're My Boy / My Tee and Our Skyy x Dark Blue Kiss (location)

Y-Destiny and Why R U

Y-Destiny, Club Friday: Moments & Memories, La Pluie and Love Syndrome III

Y-Destiny, Return Man, 55:15 Never Too Late, Midnight Motel, Never Let Me Go and My Only 12% (1, 2)

Y-Destiny, La Pluie and The Tuxedo (location)

The Shipper, Why R U? and Be My Favorite

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pemi-em · 1 year

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By Pemi

#liminal photography #liminal spaces #strangecore #dreamcore #nostalgic #photographers on tumblr #core memory #swimming pool #motel

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caffeinatedopossum · 8 months

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Remembering the best bittersweet times of my life with people who will probably never be in my life again. crying, screaming, clutching the bathroom sink until my knuckles turn white, etc

#it wasnt bittersweet because i miss it btw it was bittersweet because i was in a really bad situation and still #just as mentally ill as i am today 👍 i was on a trip to another state but i was still just a kid #and i remember the sinking in the pit of my stomach when i had to go back to that house with my mom that never felt like home #i missed the motel room we stayed in so much for months after that. i wished i couldve stayed there forever #i was so depressed and miserable but i was actually able to *do* things while i was there. for just a few day i was able to forget #i wish i could do that again #it brings back painful memories how one of the people on that trip really let me down. idk. pain and sorrow love and joy etc

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whiskeyswifty · 24 days

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If you have no imagination and can’t get over thinking about her singing Bodyguard about Jay that’s a skill issue. To me she’s singing that to Blake Lively and whatever homoerotic shit they had going on in that OTR tour promo video.

#that still sticks in my memory like she’s doing her Blake lively sad face going: I can’t lose you #in that motel room or whatever like LMAO WHY DID SHE DO THAT #you think Taylor is theatrical oh you couldn’t handle beyonces shenanigans

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dyed-red · 2 years

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Related to prev reblog about motel pools, I'm salty that in 300+ episodes we didn't get a single episode about a monster in a swimming pool???

We got one (1) lake monster (vengeful spirit) in the very second episode and one (1) "jump into the pool" moment in Playthings, and that was it 😩😤

Is a single proper swimming scene with either brother too much to ask? (Apparently yes)

#ive got more to add to this #but figured I'd stop there for a sec #motel pools #canon #am i missing any swimming pool examples?#I don't think i am but canon was admittedly long and memory is fallible

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atths--twice · 2 years

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Chapter Fourteen

I Can’t Sleep. It’s Too Quiet.

Mulder ponders his feelings after visiting the cemetery and his thoughts on the first time he and Scully had to share a bed.

Lightning flashed and then a few seconds later, thunder rolled quietly as the rain that had begun in the cemetery fell harder. Mulder rolled his neck and then stretched his back, yawning as he shook his head.

Scully hummed in her sleep and then turned over, exhaling softly. He smiled as he watched her and then stood up, stretching again.

He looked down at the notes in his notebook and grasped his hand, running his thumb across his palm.

It no longer hurt, but felt… he could not quite find the right word to give it a name that would make sense to anyone besides himself, but it was a feeling.

When he was younger, after Samantha was gone, he had horrible stomach aches. Ones that left him crying silently in the bathroom, not wanting anyone to hear him. He hated them, but grew to expect and anticipate them.

One night, it had become so terrible, he threw up blood. He had cried out for his mother and she rushed him to the emergency room, where he had been convinced that he was dying.

Tests were run and he had been diagnosed with an ulcer. Medication had been given, with further instructions to stay home from school for a week and avoid conflict situations.

His mother had not spoken on the way home about his ulcer or how they could help him be calm, because she knew, as had he, that it was impossible.

Removing his worry for Samantha, along with his secret hidden thought that she was dead, would not do anything for him as his parents fighting had escalated and was a constant occurrence. His father drank every night, ratcheting it up since Samantha disappeared, and his mother was nearly always in bed, crying or sleeping.

The conflict he needed to avoid was in the house and it was unavoidable.

As he had gotten into bed, after drinking some water and taking his medication, his mother had hovered near him, reaching to touch his blankets and then pulling her hands away. A war seemed to be waging within her to offer comfort, but unsure of either how to do it, or if he would even accept it.

“I’m sorry,” she had whispered, finally touching the blanket and adjusting it to lay flat. “I’m… I’m sorry, Fox.”

“I’m okay, Mom,” he had told her, smiling and touching her hand, not wanting to add to her sadness. “Don’t need to worry about me.”

“Of course there is,” she had whispered again, not meeting his eyes. “I just…” She choked on a sob and pulled her hands away. “I’m sorry.”

She had left the room and closed the door behind her, but it did not stop him from hearing her tears.

He had never displayed any signs of pain or discomfort in front of her after that, never told her when he felt sick or threw up. He had suffered in silence, not wanting to worry her.

But the feeling that lingered within him, even after his ulcer had gone, he never forgot.

It was like standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down, knowing you are about to jump. The swooping feeling of excitement and fear in your stomach, but also a sense of need to deny that feeling wholeheartedly.

It was not anxiety, not stress, nor was it fear.

It was as though he was always waiting for something. Ready to strike at any time, but at what? And why?

When he had touched the headstone, his hand warm, he felt that same feeling settle in his stomach. A sense of anticipation for something he had no knowledge of, nor a plan to create in order to understand it.

It was as though he was in a state of stasis, waiting for the moment when it would all fall in line.

He sighed as he touched his hand again and then dropped his arms to his sides, shaking his head.

Turning off the light after he had used the bathroom and brushed his teeth, he pulled the covers back and got into bed beside Scully. Lying on his back, he stared at the ceiling, his mind thousands of miles away.

“Mmm,” Scully moaned, stretching toward him, her feet touching the side of his calf, her hand pressing gently against his ribs.

He smiled as he turned his head to look at her, her mouth open slightly as she slept.

The first time they had to share a room, early in their partnership, she had called the front desk to get a rollaway bed for one of them to sleep on, hesitant to share a bed. She had been angry and annoyed when she was told there were not any available, but he had not been concerned.

Trying to make her feel more at ease about it, he had picked up food and they ate it at the table in the room, discussing the case.

But the distraction had only lasted so long.

She had not slept well, not at first. She had tossed and turned, keeping her distance from him before he had sighed loudly, trying another tactic.

“I can’t sleep,” he had said, though he had actually been quite tired. “It’s too quiet, that’s what it is.”

“Oh. You-”

“You wanna see if there’s a movie on?”

“Oh. Umm, sure.”

The light had been turned on, he had gone to the vending machine down the hall returning with chips, candy, and sodas, and they had found an old favorite movie they both liked. Laughing at the same scenes, discussing what they liked best, forty five minutes into it, Scully had started nodding off.

Removing all the wrappers and extra food carefully from the bed, he had waited until she had fallen completely asleep, before turning off the light. Leaving the television on low, he had watched her as he listened to the movie.

When they had come home, he had searched for a copy of the movie and bought it for her, giving it to her before they had left the office for the weekend.

“In case you have trouble sleeping again,” he had said, shrugging sheepishly.

“Thank you,” she had said softly, nodding as she had looked down at it with a smile.

From then on, though not ideal, if they did have to share a room, it was not as uncomfortable as that first time. One of them, usually him, would say the title of the movie and the other would laugh.

An icebreaker offered and accepted.

“Mmmulder,” she breathed and he turned on his side to face her, taking her hand and placing it beside her where she tucked it beneath her other one.

“Dreaming about me, huh?” he whispered with a smile, brushing a piece of hair off of her face and putting it behind her ear. “Hope it’s a good one.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, one eyebrow going up.

“Stubborn and skeptical even while you sleep,” he whispered, laughing silently. “Always keeping me on my toes.”

He listened to her soft breathing and the rain falling steadily outside. Moving his leg, he covered hers and she sighed as she shifted closer to him, a faint smile on her lips.

“Yeah, it’s a good dream,” he whispered, smiling as he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “Goodnight, Scully.”

#xf fanfic #the x files #msr #case fic #fictober22 #xffictober2022 #fictober #motel rooms #memories #sleeping together #thoughts and feelings #long post sorry i have to do this on my phone

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ferienn · 8 months

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