#redneck lifestyle

[mandymovie]

when i talk to people about wanting to move to the country they’re like oh yeah haha cottagecore is so goals and i have to be like no. i yearn to return to my white trash upbringing of shooting shit in the yard

#if i spend one more minute in downtown traffic i think i’m gonna off myself #i’m a hillbilly at heart the redneck lifestyle is so much appealing than this

[torchickentacos]

13

13: Favorite Food

Hello!!! I LOVE food, and absolutely can't choose just one, so here's a top five. Longer post where I just talk about food.

Seafood. I just have to have the entire category here. I was pescetarian for a long time and would still be if I was just eating for myself. Flaky white fish battered and fried, sushi, oysters, salmon with herbs on top, crab and lobster, shrimp, the lil dudes in the shells, all of it. I have not met a fish I don't like. Seafood, especially sushi and shelled things, are a rare treat for me, but when I do eat it I'm in HEAVEN. But one of the best ones is fried tilapia with cajun seasoning or a southern seafood boil. My seafood tip: find a place near you that does seasonal seafood/rotational menus. Way more likely to be fresh.

Biscuits and gravy. Southern comfort food number one, in my opinion. Flaky biscuits coated in WHITE gravy, not like. turkey gravy. My mama always used chipped beef instead of sausage, but it's good just about however you make it.

Apple dumplings/apple pie. Same category because they're sort of the same dish but repackaged. Look, you've got a crust, apple, spices, and sugar. That's gonna be good no matter what you do with it.

Anita's breakfast burritos. A rare indulgence for my family but it's SO GOOD.

Finally, outback steak. It's more of an association thing because one night it was just me and my grandma, and we were hungry and she was like "let's be real fancy and get outback" because that's fancy shit to me. Last legit fancy resturaunt I went to was my Uma's 100th birthday dinner like eight years ago. ANYWAYS granny and I just stayed in and watched netflix and had a great time on the couch in the basement eating steak watching queer eye.

#long tags and talk about history and culture. food inspires conversation and connection #tw food #food #I feel like i'm somewhat exposing my redneck culture here #we got DUMPLINS AND BISCUITS N GRAVY AND FRIED FISH AND SEAFOOD BOILS #not my fault southern cuisine is top tier #I once had a friend say like. you're not that southern you're in (state) #like ok i have a whole rant but basically it comes down to the fact that culture is generally much more tied to #things like upbringing and practices and tradition and lifestyle than actual physical location #it's SO INTERESTING I had a class about it #but basically the area I'm in used ot be all farmland and mountains #now it's basically a central hub for data centers and airports and stuff #and people move in and out all the time #but my family. both sides. have been here for a super long time #so our practices and culture are deeply rooted in the area and it's survived #even though most others like that have left the area #so when I call myself southern it's not about the actual location or those around me #it's about learning to can tomatoes and talking like my great grandparents did and cooking food they made and hearing stories about the #farm they had with the animals they raised and the coal miners and stuff like that #I really urge you guys to look into your family history and learn about it #ask family members if you can #like i learned that a lot of my family was actually involved in one of many 1900s labor/worker's rights disputes #the names shouldn't be there and shouldn't connect me to any of it in a doxxing way #so if you want some history look up the harlan coal wars / bloody harlan #kentucky coal miners were tired of being sent to die for work basically #ALSO food is history #hence how it spurred on my usual long tags

[chocolatepeanutexpert]

#redneck #beer #competition #lifestyle

[atlastv]

"What California Does to Rednecks - WellRED Comedy"

#california #comedy #funny videos #lifestyle #funny #food #united states #los angeles #hollywood #redneck #the south #Youtube #skit #comedy central #tv series #tv #comedies #friendship #life #culture #deep south

[noneedtofearorhope]

ive noticed that it seems people are a lot more accepting of critiques of civ/the lifestyles of the working class, how it is unsustainable to drive individual cars and buying exclusively packaged processed food etc, when its instead framed as a critique of americans. part of it i think is of course that it lets euros off the hook (despite most of the same problems exist in europe and everywhere else), but i think too american leftie types like to think of themselves as seperate from those burger and rock n roll disc people. it's fixed images basically. 'working class' is inherently noble, nothing but a victim, blablabla, while 'american' is the gun toting, lifted pickup driving, patriotic, rednecked sumbitch.

idk, just inch resting.

[haunted-plush]

MatQueen Swap!au

Lore under the cut :]

Mater is a comedian and a singer, with mostly joke songs, but some genuine ones too. The redneck persona is played up by a lot, including the accent, but he does still have some of that personality actually in him. [You can uh. you can probably see the inspiration here...] He's kinda uptight and surprisingly snobbish, not as charming or nice in real life as he is on stage. Nice clothes, expensive lifestyle, the works.

Lightning is a street racer, making money where he can and avoiding the police during his many illegal races... he wants to be famous one day, but he also just loves racing. He's very sweet, and somewhat naive in certain areas, a little easier to take advantage of due to how trusting he is. He considers Olive Garden fancy.

Backstory: Unfortunately there came a night where Mater got caught in the middle of one of Lightning’s races, quite literally. He ended up getting hit by his car, but thankfully he wasn't hurt. Although he was planning on suing the pants off whoever hit him, but stopped when the driver got out and ran over, asking if he was okay... there was just something about him. Mater thought he was... cute? No, that was weird. But instead of suing Lightning, he held it over his head, making him be his personal assistant or else he WOULD squeeze every penny he had out of his pockets, and tell the police. Everyone working for Mater seems to like Lightning, thinking about what a nice boy he is. Mater doesn't like all the attention he gets from this lmao

#garf draws #cars humanized #cars 2006 #cars fandom #lightning mcqueen #tow mater #matqueen #lightning x mater #cars au

[exitrowiron]

This is a stock photo, but I'm absolutely going to buy some Bud Light the next time I'm in the grocery store. Bonus... I went to college in the late '80's so I actually prefer Bud Light (and have absolutely no interest in people telling me about their favorite obscure IPA - excluding @trivialbob of course because he's not a douchebag about it.)

The redneck reaction to the Bud Light label is fascinating to me. Just as cell phone video, police body cameras and the Tennessee state legislature have brought absolute transparency to racism, the Bud Light controversy has elevated homophobia and transphobia to the forefront in new ways. (The GOP and Ron DeSantis are also doing their part.)

I think these phobias can be boiled down to two erroneous foundational beliefs:

Error # 1: Homosexuality, transgenderism, etc. are bad/evil/dangerous. The nature of the danger is never made clear, though pedophilia is implied. This is ironic in the face of the actual pedophilia by members of the clergy, especially the Catholic priesthood. The evil aspect is supposedly supported somehow by a phrase or two in the old testament...that collection of mythology written in the bronze age. Laughable.

Error #2: Homosexuality, transgenderism, etc. are somehow transmissible. I.e. If my kid is exposed to a gay person or a drag queen he might grow up to be gay or a drag queen. Or if my kid hears a story about a family with two dads he might not learn to hate/fear homosexuals as I do. Now that I think about it, these concerns are probably valid in a narrow sense. The children of lesbian parents are less likely to identify as heterosexual as adults and more likely to report same-sex attraction, according to a long-term study by the Williams Institute at the UCLA School of Law but I don't think that simply exposing a child to unbiased knowledge about homosexuality increases the odds that the child will be gay. (This line of thought continues the fallacy that being gay is a decision, like "I think I want to be baseball player when I grow up." And even if this fallacy were true, I still fail to see the evil of the consequences). Most importantly, however, this exposure probably does increase the odds that the child will live an authentic life (i.e. come out), rather than live a repressed, closeted life with an increased chance of suicide. For the parents in question and especially the guys running over their Bud Light cans in their lifted pick-up trucks, the repressed, closeted lifestyle for their child is preferable to coming out.

It's no wonder these are the same people yelling about the 2nd Amendment, open-carry, concealed carry and the right to own automatic weapons. If I was afraid of a rainbow beer can I'd probably need to own a gun too.

[saizov]

♡

Art is under a cut because I’m rusty and don’t want my first step back into the pool screaming on the dash 😂

Class/es. Ninja (starting) -> Apothecary/Swordmaster (with a narrative focus on heavier blades)

Trinkets!

Trained as a ninja from his earliest years ( and you’ll see a running theme that Saizo always has his child/children begin exploring the world from the ninja’s lifestyle ) but pursued a singular focus on the blade and apothecarial practices in honor of his mother’s strength and her gathering talents

Would have progressed to become a samurai and pursue the Bushido code but was informed (by Saizo) that they do not wield heavy blades nor dish out sweets, so Lapis!Asugi said heck to the naw

Bonds heavily with Midori and even sort of tutors her along her early journey towards medicines and concoctions

Can whip up the most insane meal from all of like four ingredients. Will also go out and about to find his own resources instead of going to the markets — he just thinks he can do a better job

Learned he inherited his ma’s strength when he sock’em bopped his pop in the face as a kid and broke Saizo’s nose. Couldn’t have been more proud of the boy despite the pain and intensity of the injury

It’s almost written in his blood to become a retainer

Brings his own made sweets to Rock Paper Scissor tournaments both as party favors and consolation prizes for when he whoops the other kid’s ass

Family is el numero uno — he used to play pretend that he was the retainer to one of his parents (typically his ma) and go about doing things for her

Has made the most insane contraptions with his ma’s innovativeness and pa’s understanding of technical gimmicks explosions

Redneck ingenuity — look it up

Doesn’t really boast about much, and tries to keep on the down-low — both from ninja training and modesty

Very secretive — it’s like pulling teeth to get him to talk about something other than sweets. He simply will not talk about himself — he just doesn’t feel the need to, and when he gets asked, he’s like “Why do you need to know? 🤨”

Messes with his pa about how his own favorite colors happen to match Lord Ryoma’s. Saizo just lets him at this point — sure kid.

#//no tags bc mobile but alas #//was gonna come up with a format and everything but said fuck it we ball bc not everything in life needs a formula #//she has such a pretty shade of pink in her palette 🥰☺️

[crashdevlin]

A New Life

Author’s Note: This is part Thirty-one of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n is living her best life, far away from the hunter lifestyle. But what she can't remember can hurt her.

Pairing: none

Word count: 4270

Story Warnings:  angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, reader illness, reader amnesia

~~~~

"Lunch?"

Your colleague's words prompted you to look up from the Sumerian text you were working on and check the clock on the wall. 12:43 and counting. You got so lost in the work that you almost worked through. You were suddenly painfully aware of your stomach's empty grumbling and could no longer ignore it. You stood, pulling your gloves off and tossing them in the recycle bin beside your desk.

"Wonderful idea, Mariella. I was about to forget to eat again."

"I've noticed your tendency to hyperfocus if you don’t have someone break your concentration. It's really not good for you."

"Oh, I know. My Uncle Bobby used to give me crap about it all the time," you said, thinking fondly of the old redneck. "He'd toss bags of chips at me in the middle of my study sessions so I'd eat something."

"That's the uncle that raised you?"

"Yep. The whole reason I went into anthro and archeology. He had a whole study filled with old books on ancient civilizations. Kicked off my interest.”

“He also the reason you’re a thirty-year-old virgin?” Mariella asked flippantly.

“I told you that in confidence,” you responded, looking around to see if anyone was about to hear that. “And no, that was my dad. He made me promise I wouldn’t sleep with any of the redneck guys in my hometown or any of the guys in the salvage profession. Kinda like Bruce Willis in Armageddon, he didn’t want his daughter with a guy like him...same for my dad.” You cleared your throat as you pulled open the door into the main museum. “And I’m twenty-nine, thank you.”

“For a few more months,” Mariella said with a smirk.

“Why do I talk to you?”

“Because everyone else that works here is as ancient as those books you like so much.”

“You’d think I’d like them more, then,” you mused.

“The more important question is how you got through college without getting any.”

You shrugged. “I was busy, focused. I never went to frat parties or any of that...and I spent my heats in the vault to prevent bad things. Just never found anyone worth losing it to, ya know?”

Mariella shook her head. “It’s really not a big deal.”

“I know that...which is why I’ve not been in a big hurry.”

“But...aren’t you on a bit of a time crunch? You are an omega,” she said pointedly.

You scratched at your neck as you walked across the lobby toward the small kiosk that sold sandwiches and coffee. “I’m sure I’ll find an alpha before I die.”

“Are you looking for one?”

“What is your interest in my love life?”

“Well...you know my brother’s an alpha, right?” You rolled your eyes. You weren’t interested in being set up with anybody’s alpha brother. You’d know your truemate when you met him. “He’s a good guy. You’d like him.”

“This is the same brother you said was dumb as a box of rocks a few days ago?”

“No one’s perfect.”

You shook your head. “I’m not interested, really. I’ll find someone.”

“Not hiding in your office, you won’t.”

“I go out sometimes,” you argued.

“You’re mated to this damn museum and you haven’t even been here a year.”

“Then you must be the woman with whom I need to speak,” an accented voice behind you said. You turned and smiled at the bearded man in the black suit. You didn’t know fashion but the suit looked expensive, the tie was a beautiful black patterned silk. His outfit screamed money and power and his scent screamed alpha. You were a bit shocked that you hadn’t smelled him approaching, but you chocked it up to Mariella distracting you. “You’d be the one who knows about the collection, yes?”

“Which collection?” you asked, stepping away from the food cart to smile at the man. “That’s a bit of a superfluous question, though, as I know about all of the collections. I’m the curator here. Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Fergus MacLeod, it’s a pleasure.” He offered his hand to you and you took it. “I have a few pieces that might go well in the Mesopotamia exhibit.”

“You...have Mesopotamian artifacts? In a personal collection?”

“Several.” He smirked as he patted your hand, and it made you feel uncomfortable, so you pulled your hand away. “Why don’t we go discuss this somewhere quieter?”

You ran your fingers over your hair and nodded. “Just give me a few moments to track down the Assistant Director of Acquisitions and then we can go to my office.”

“Why would we need the Assistant Director? Aren’t you the curator, Miss Y/l/n?”

“Yes, I am. However, policy dictates that I not create a contract with an alpha without a beta witness. Prevents accusations of impropriety.”

“Ah, they’re afraid I’ll use the Voice on you to get a better deal?”

“Exactly. I’m glad you understand. I’ll be back as soon as possible, Mr. MacLeod,” you said walking away in the direction of the offices.

As you explained the situation to David Sherman, the Assistant Director, you got the feeling you'd met Mr. MacLeod before. His voice seemed so familiar...and that smile.

“You okay?” David asked as you walked back toward the lobby. “You seem a bit distracted.”

“Oh. You ever get deja vu?” you asked. He shrugged and you smiled at him. “You know what? It’s not a big deal. Everybody feels it sometimes.”

“She’s just feeling her omega scratching at her brain,” Mariella said, falling in step with you and David.

“This kind of thinking is why I’m forced to engage David in all contractual agreements with him."

"What? Is the guy not attractive? I think he's attractive. With that accent...and that smile, and those eyes!"

"Mariella...he's not my type."

"And what is?! You have shown no interest in any guy the whole time I've known you!"

You stopped in your tracks and looked at her. "Tall, dark-haired, handsome…" A flash of green eyes and a bright smile entered your mind. "I'll find one eventually. But for now, I have work to do. I can focus."

"Fine. Focus…'til you die."

You rolled your eyes and started rushing toward the lobby.

~~~~

"We'll find her," a deep, soothing voice said.

"Yeah? I'm starting to doubt that. It's been a year-" Another voice argued.

"Ten months."

"Whatever. Death ain't talkin' and I can't find any trace of her past 2002! And Sam keeps givin' me crap about looking, like I don't know we got more important shit with the damn Leviathans, but...Dad, I can still feel her."

"Me, too. It means she's still alive and-"

"And we can't find her!"

"Which means that Dick Roman can't find her either. She's safe, Dean. We'll find her...but maybe Sam's right. Maybe we should let her stay oblivious until we're done fixing Castiel's fuck-up."

"I can't...what if she eats at Biggersons? She doesn't know!"

"We can't worry about that!"

"That's all I can worry about!"

"Well, worry about the world that Dick Roman is going to eat!"

"My omega is lost and she doesn't know what's happening in the world and I don't know where she is!"

"She's not your omega, Dean," a third voice said. "You never marked her. You refused. Always. So maybe she's flourishing wherever Death put her. Maybe she's happy and ignorant and she's found a normal alpha like she was supposed to."

"We were doing good until Death came in and-"

"You were always good for a few weeks at a time, but she was on her way out anyway. She was done with you. She was done with us. That's why Death took her. So leave her alone."

"Dad...I...I just want her back."

"We'll find her and you can apologize and hope she hasn't moved on, but for now, Dean, we need to focus."

~~~~

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up. Your dreams were weird. Your dreams had been weird since you moved to DC. You hadn’t seen Dean or Sam in decades, but your dreams frequently featured them...usually just their voices...and their father's. Lately, they were always talking about Leviathans, but before it was someone named Crowley, and someone named Eve. They often talked of ‘Castiel’. These were names you didn’t know and you weren’t sure where your brain came up with them.

Part of you wanted to call around to some of Bobby’s old contacts and try to find out where the Winchesters were. They were in your dreams a lot. Maybe it was a sign. But...you just couldn't...bring yourself to make those calls.

But you did avoid eating at Biggersons...and you eventually stopped eating anything with processed sugar...and before your birthday came around, you were living out of the produce aisle. Mariella gave you shit about being a 'sudden vegan' but you just ignored her. You didn't feel safe eating processed foods anymore, but you couldn’t tell her that it was because of your dreams.

Of course, that went out the window when the dreams changed a few months later. What was once disembodied voices you attributed to the Winchesters was suddenly full color images. Well, 'color' wasn't quite right because everything seemed to be shades of blue and grey but...pictures, nonetheless. Pictures and emotions. Adrenaline, fear, anger, despair. After a week of waking up in a panic, knowing the monsters were right behind you and that sleeping wasn't safe, you started avoiding sleep like the plague.

"You look like crap. When's the last time you slept?" Mariella asked, leaning against your desk. You hadn’t even noticed her walk in.

"Got a few hours last night. I'm fine."

"You are not. You had a burger delivered for lunch. You're having some major issues, lady."

"You thought I was having issues when I stopped eating meat. I'm beginning to think you're just a bit judgmental, Mariella."

"I'm worried about you. I really think you should get checked out."

You sighed. It wasn’t a bad thought. You were exhausted all the time and having horrible nightmares...and random pains in your lower abs, which seemed to come more often as time passed. You nodded and gave her a tight smile. "Okay. I'll give my GP a call."

"Thank you," she responded, a grateful look on her face.

Your doctor asked you to get blood drawn for labs before you came in so by the time you showed up for your appointment, he already had a stack of reports with your name across the top. "Miss Y/l/n, how are you feeling today?"

You scratched at your thigh and shrugged. "I'm still not sleeping well...and part of that is the stomach pain. Painkillers aren't touching it anymore."

When he asked where your pain was, you put your hand over your right hip, and he nodded. "All right, Y/n. We found something concerning in your blood work: high levels of the CA-125 protein. Now, this can mean several things. Most often, it means endometriosis or pelvic inflammatory disorder, but sometimes it means ovarian cancer." You swallowed heavily at the 'C' word. "Now, you are at high risk for ovarian cancer because of your-"

"Suppressants," you whispered and he nodded.

"Because you've been on them your entire adult life, we need to make sure...so I'm going to send you for a transvaginal ultrasound."

As he explained the procedure and gave you pointers and tried to belay your fears, you could barely hear him. You were too lost in the panic making your heart pound in your ears.

"If...if it is cancer-"

"There are options, but we're not even close to there yet. Okay? We're going to do your ultrasound and move forward from there. All right?"

You nodded. It was all you could do.

The next three days leading up to your ultrasound were spent in a daze. You didn’t want to worry anyone so you kept it to yourself. You didn't know you'd say anything, even if the diagnosis came up with the worst.

It was your fault, after all. Taking the strongest suppressants available just so that you could hold out in a normal life long enough to find your truemate was stupid. It was such an idiotic thought that you even had a perfect mate waiting for you. You should have let an alpha have you years ago. You knew that holding off was going to kill you but you figured it was going to be a bad heat, not cancer. God, why did it have to be cancer?

"Y/n?" a voice from your dreams pulled you from your internal monologue and you lifted your head to meet hazel eyes that made you gasp...but you weren’t sure why. This man in his mid-thirties looked so familiar but you were sure you'd never seen him before. You could see a knife and a gun tucked under his jacket but his aura said he was a Hunter, not a danger to you.

"Yes?" You stood as he closed your office door behind him. "Can I help you?"

"You don't remember me?" He sighed and shook his head. "Of course not. You wouldn't have stayed away from Bobby so long if you remembered."

Your eyebrows came together as you shook your head. "Bobby's been dead since my second year of college. What are you-"

"Bobby Singer died of a gunshot wound to the head six months ago. He died in a hospital bed with me and my sons surrounding him," the man said, stepping closer. "He asked for you before he died. He always believed we'd find you."

Your mind called forth an image of Bobby holding your hands in your old bedroom, looking apologetic. He looked older than you remembered. You shook the image out of your head. "No. He died on a vampire hunt."

"He died chasing down a monster in the body of Dick Roman," the man insisted.

The name made you remember your dreams. "Are you...John Winchester?"

He looked relieved. "You remember?"

"No. No, and you don't look like John Winchester but...you sound like my dreams."

"You dreamed of me?" he asked, stepping closer.

"No." You shook your head and looked down at your desk. "Yes...I guess? I never...I heard you."

"Okay. Look, this is going to be hard to believe but I need you to listen to me...and listen to your soul."

"What does that-"

The man was suddenly in front of you, his hand over your heart. "I've got a part of your soul, Darlin'. Feel that. Please, feel that."

You were in shock for a moment. Even if this was somehow Sam and Dean's father, you barely knew the man. You'd specifically avoided him growing up. But as you looked into his eyes, another flash of memory hit you: you sitting in this stranger's lap, arms around his neck, a chess set with the white king laid on its side on the table beside you. It was intimate, familiar. It was caring, safe. It was welcome.

It wasn’t your memory. It couldn't be.

"This isn’t-"

"Baby Girl, please. You can feel that we're connected. Please, tell me you can-"

Panic set in as you tried to make sense of the memory of kissing him and having him lift you and take you to a bed. A cabin. A hot tub. "No, no, I-"

"You're panicking. I feel your panic, Y/n, and it’s okay. You were given fake memories to cover your old life but the real memories are in there. Your life is in there, we just need to get it out."

"Of course I'm panicking! I've got some strange man in my office, touching me!" You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand off of you, stepping away. When he moved to grab your shoulder and stop you, you twisted quickly, thrusting your elbow into his sternum and stomping hard on the top of his foot. It was an automatic response, one you didn't know you were capable of. You stepped back in shock as he groaned and bent in half. "What did I do?"

He let out a cough and stood, trying to mask the pain on his face. "Just as you were trained to do, girl. Bobby trained you well."

You shook your head vehemently. "No. No, Bobby didn't...my dad said-"

"Look, you were a Hunter! You were one of the most badass omega Hunters in history! You put me in my place a few times, and alphas bigger than me. You helped stop the Apocalypse, for God's sake!"

A flash of a cemetery crossed your mind. A tall, skinny man in a green jacket wrapping his hand around your neck. The feel of your neck snapping.

Your hands went to your neck. "No. No. Just...why are you doing this?"

"Because you're not supposed to be here, Y/n. You're supposed to be with...you're supposed to be you and you're supposed to understand that your emotions are…" He let out a frustrated groan and turned away. "Something is wrong, Y/n. That's how I found you."

"What? What does that even mean?"

"I have a part of your soul. Big emotions, they permeate your soul...so I can feel them. A few days ago, I could feel your fear. I could feel your panic. It led me to you. And I've been looking for you for a year and a half, mind you. Dean and I, we've been looking…"

"Dean?" You couldn’t help but remember your dreams, how adamant Dean had been to find 'her'. 'Her' must have been you. "I don't understand what's going on."

"Just tell me what made you panic so hard that I could feel you in Nevada. Tell me what's wrong." You shook your head. You hadn’t told anybody. Why would you tell him? "Come on, kid. Something happened, right? Tuesday, around 11 am here."

Your jaw dropped. You closed your mouth and opened it again, then looked at your diploma on the wall. "I had a doctor's appointment. I...might have cancer."

Fear filled his scent, panic filled his eyes, but his face stayed stalwart. "Might?"

"I have an increased amount of some protein that correlates to ovarian cancer. Doc said it wouldn't account for my nightmares but it would account for the pain and the fatigue. I...have an ultrasound coming up and the only reason I'm telling you this is because you knew exactly when my first appointment was. How did you know when my first appointment was?"

"Because, Y/n, I have claimed part of your soul. I can feel you. Please, just...sit down, listen to me...knowing what you know about the world that most people think is myths and fairy tales, listen to me." You swallowed and sat down in your desk chair. He looked relieved as he came around and sat on your file cabinet. "You're here and you don't remember anything because Death, the Horseman Death, took away all of your damage...and your damage started when you were 18 years old, that's why you have false memories starting from way back then."

"What false memories?"

"All of them. Y/n, you never went to college. You went into heat when you were 18 and you ended up in bed with me. I had just been hit with a hex that reduced my age, I was young again and full of hormones and lacking in self control and we spent your heat-"

"No, I promised my dad-"

"I know." His voice was full of sympathy. "But we did...and I claimed your soul during that time and when Bobby got back to the salvage yard, he decided that you needed to learn how to take care of yourself. He taught you how to fight, how to hunt. You became the best omega hunter alive. You were...amazing." You shook your head. You weren’t a Hunter. You were never supposed to be a Hunter. "You were amazing...and you gave up everything to save my son, to save Dean's life. You sold your soul for him."

A flash of sickly yellow eyes and a cruel smile made your heart fill with despair. "Dean's a friend but I...why would I sell my soul for-"

"He's not just a friend. He's your truemate...and he was supposed to mark you."

"What? Dean hasn't ever…"

"Yes, he has. He even told you that he's in love with you, but he wouldn't mark you because he didn't want you stuck with him."

"What? But...I'm so confused."

"You're going to be. That confusion isn't going anywhere because Death locked your memories away behind a facade of all these new memories...these fake memories." He shook his head. "And some of that shit, it's good that you forgot it. It was painful and I'm glad you don't have it weighing you down anymore but...you aren't you anymore, either. I've watched you for a couple days...I barely recognize you like this."

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "And if you were happy here, I'd let you stay. I'd never tell Sam I found you and I wouldn't have approached you but you aren't you and you need to come-"

"I'm me!" you argued, standing. "I'm...I'm not sure what you think I'm supposed to be but-"

"The badass omega Hunter that reminded me what it felt like to be with a good woman! The good woman that saved my life when a couple of ghouls tried to bleed me for killing their old man. I know you're starting to get the feeling that I'm right, Y/n, and you can feel that you don't belong here."

"But I'm happy. I am happy. Doesn't that matter for anything?"

"You don't seem happy."

"Who are you to judge the lass' happiness? You don't even know the woman." Your eyes snapped to the back corner of your office, where Fergus MacLeod suddenly stood.

"Mr. MacLeod, how'd you get into my office?" you said at the same time John said, "Crowley? What are you doing here?"

"Wait. Crowley?" you asked. The name was familiar, but you couldn’t place it.

The shorter man smirked. "Come on, Sweetheart. I can't be the first dishonest man you've met in the antiquities world. Well, more specifically, I'm not a man." He blinked and his eyes went red, making you gasp. "See? She doesn't even know about demons, Winchester. She's useless to you."

"She just needs to be reminded," John growled, stepping toward the red-eyed man.

"Reminded? Of what? What Sam did? Or perhaps what Dean did? Maybe she needs to be reminded of what you did the day Lucifer broke free of his box. You really think she is better off with you?"

Your eyebrows came together. These things must be the things John was happy you didn't remember, but you couldn’t remember any of them.

"Don't you have a prophet to be torturing?" John snapped.

"Kevin's doing just fine, actually. I'm keeping a close eye on him...just like I've been keeping a close eye on our little omega. Why would you take her away from this life? She's doing so much better here… except for the cancer, of course."

"How do you-"

"I'm the bloody king of Hell, darling. Knowing things is half of my job." He blinked his eyes back to normal and stepped forward. "There is a reason Death granted you this second chance at living your life, Y/n, and it wasn’t because your life was perfect before he showed up. You are, without a doubt, the biggest distraction of Dean Winchester's life beyond his not-so-little brother. And Dean might be gone, but that's no reason to shack up with his father again."

"Gone?" you squeaked.

"I assume the monsters in Purgatory have torn him to pieces and enjoyed every bite of his delectable remains by now."

"Don't underestimate him," you snapped, the words coming out more assertive and more forceful than you imagined. John looked over at you and smiled a little. "If you think Dean's dead, you're an idiot."

Crowley chuckled. "Well...maybe your girl's in there, after all," he said before disappearing.

"You...remembering?" John asked cautiously.

You shook your head. "No, but...he's not dead. My dreams are never wrong."

"You been dreamin' of Dean?"

You swallowed and took a deep breath. "Purgatory. If Purgatory is monsters and panic and fighting for your life...I've been dreaming of Purgatory...and if Dean and I are connected…."

"You could only do that if Dean was still alive."

You nodded. "I think so."

"Okay. So...we gotta get him back. We have to find a way to open Purgatory again."

You bit your bottom lip and looked down at your desk. "John...I don't...that demon said I have cancer. What am I...I can’t go with you if I'm…"

John sighed. “Your right. Your health is more important than-”

You looked up and took a deep breath. “I think you should go looking for him. I’ll stay here and-”

John reached out and tucked his fingers in your necklace, pulling the chain out to reveal the Greek drachma in a small glass case that you’d been wearing half of your life. “This...is how we’re gonna figure out how to fix everything.”

“What?”

“I’ll explain when we get out of here. Your place?”

#cassie writes stuff #spn fanfic #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!john #omega!reader

[supernova1us]

I've written up a whole pitch for a Donkey Kong movie spinoff of the mario bros movie

I truly love donkey kong as a franchise and couldn't get this idea out of my head after seeing the movie so had to just type it up( in a mix of excitement, boredom and being very high) put it out and see what others thought of it.

The movie would have a lot of heart and be the age old story of the hero wanting to keep his carefree lifestyle and not have to rise to leadership/responsibility. The movie would be a time skip of a few years after the Mario bros movie so it relies less on those events outside of DK still resenting being beaten by Mario and is pushing a bit too hard to be seen as the best. The time skip would also allow for making cranky a bit older and closer in look/voice to his usual look.

Dk would be the champion of the kongs and continuously drive off various incursions of their kremling enemies through the kingdom; it would be shown that the kong “army” is more for show and primarily just protects their boarders. The expectations of cranky for him to step up as a leader and mature would be the major weight on him.

A lot of emphasis on the family aspect of the kongs, with each member being a positive influence/voice for DK. Diddy and dixie constantly tag along with DK, looking up to him but he doesn’t quite “appreciate” them at the outset. Funky would be DKs cousin, live away from the city at the beach, have his plane and have the Jamaican accent and some bits of the spirituality of his animated series self. Candy kong would have her 64 design but redesigned so her height/proportions closer align with the other kongs. Playing up her dkc mini game/64 role, she’d be a music lover/dance instructor and be DKs main emotional anchor and the one who has been soothing his insecurities. Swanky kong would also reappear as a sleezy businessman but playing on the gag from the Mario movie, constantly ends up the butt of bad luck. Chunky kong, kiddy kong, Tiny kong and lanky kong are not main characters but have some lines and appear frequently and join in aiding in the finale. Other cameos would be bluster kong, yeti kong(eddie the mean old yeti), manky kong, redneck kong, dread kong, sumo kong, karate kong, ninja kong, and uncle kong. Also some scattered appearances of the bear brothers and tiki tak tribe members.

Kremlings trying to steal/destroy bananas to weaken the kongs, as usual, but king k rool is also using this as a distraction for a major operation; tunneling under the ground to strike at the kongs directly. The main kremling crew besides K rool would be klump(64 design), kalypso(possibly with her kressa concept design), kludge, kip, kass, koptor and, to a lesser degree, k lumsy. Other notable kremlings appearing as cameo/small parts would be krusha(a lieutenant), krunch, kasplatt, klobber/kaboom and Kuff n Klout. The main kremling army would be made up of kritters(most of which various shades of green but scattered blue and orange variants), but also klaptraps, rock krocs and kops. A montage of other confrontations with kremlings would also show some of the pirate kremlings, klubba, kackle/bones and kerozene.

So here is the main breakdown of the plot

-intro of DK being lazy and having to go deal with a kremling crisis, interspaced with an opening montage of DKs life and past deeds/adventurers, including events from the Mario movie and various game references.

He then heads back home and there is a quick intro to most of the cast as he is nonchalant as he is praised by his peers. Meets up with candy for a lunch date and is constantly pestered by diddy and dixie. He is summoned to meet with cranky who is aging and exasperated by DK not taking eventually being king serious and it is clear DK is not interested and wants to go back to a carefree life style and the two argue until DK leave upon hearing Funky’s plane arrive. At the same time, kremling Koptor spies on the kong city before reporting back to king k rool, who plots with his main minions as his kritters work on a large weapon.

The two reconnect and DK clearly wishes he could live funky’s easygoing life but is rebuffed by him. Another kremling attack on banana groves is reported and DK reluctantly goes to deal with it, followed by diddy and dixie. The kremlings are easily driven off; DK thinks nothing of it and overhypes his abilities, but diddy is suspicious; an amused K rool watches from a distance. As the kongs celebrate another victory for DK, diddy tells cranky of his suspicions and he confronts DK on the information. Another very public argument ensues between the two and an angry cranky reveals he isn’t DKs father, but raised him after his father, DK jr, died. An angry and heartbroken DK denounces cranky and his future throne and leaves.

He goes to visit funky and stays in his old jungle tree house from when he was younger. Diddy and dixie show up, having followed him, to try and lift his spirit; candy is in a kart and on her way as well, having been tipped off by chunky and tiny. DK, moping, goes to the cave below the tree house where he used to keep his bananas but finds it empty and opened to a much larger cavern beneath. The trio investigates and finds a large mining operation the kremlings have been opening underground, using enslaved mole miners, heading towards the kong city. They attempt to thwart it and DK challenges K rool directly but underestimates him and gets beaten. The trio are imprisoned and diddy/dixie befriend their guard, the massive yet simple k lumsy.

At the same time a saddened cranky regrets what he said and is comforted by the spirit of his deceased wife, wrinkly kong, who implores him to mend the relationship and accept DK for who he is. DK apologizes for taking diddy and dixie, as well as his responcibilities, for granted and helps them escape. He declines their getting help for him, as this was his fault, and sends them to warn cranky of the kremlings plan. He is likewise comforted and encouraged by wrinkly’s spirit and he befriends k lumsy into letting him free. DK frees the captive animal buddies and with them causes chaos and the collapse of the cavern. The moles all dig to safety and the kremlings flee; K rool leaves DK to perish while revealing the collapse is pointless as his weapon has already reached its destination and he has already won. DK and the animal buddies are dug up by diddy, dixie, funky and candy, who ride the animals back to kong city.

They return and DK and cranky reconcile; cranky reveals he’s actually DKs grandfather, DK the 1st(everyone just started calling him cranky), and his son, DKs father, was killed by King k rool. Cranky has always held guilt for this as the war with the kremlings was partially his fault, as he refused to acknowledge the kremlings as equals, which incurred K rools wrath. Suddenly from beneath the center of the city rises K rools weapon: a titanic, steampunk crocodile robot that begins attacking the city. Given hope by his friends, he leads them and the other kongs in repelling the death machine and the kremling troops within. Carts are used to tangle its legs while the kongs damage it by throwing barrels. DK finally nails it with enough exploding barrels at its joints that it collapses and explodes.

K rool has been watching from a distance and is in a rage at his defeat when DK arrives. They are confident in defeating him when his friends join and a battle royal erupts. When the tide turns against K rool, he orders k lumsy, revealed to be one of his siblings, to intervene but he refuses to hurt his new kong friends. DK finally lays out K rool, who orders a retreat but swears revenge. Sometime later, DK is crowned as king by cranky(the coronation has him holding the crystal coconut and golden banana) but he insists on a more hands off, relaxed reign(no crown or thrown), which cranky accepts; DK officially takes diddy and dixie as his “heroes in training”. Eventually, kremlings, led by K rools main minions, are destroying bananas trees and DK swings out to help, now joined by his friends. They swing through the canopy and jump through the tree line towards the shocked kremlings. Low shot of DK high in the air and diving with a punch shouting “It’s on like…” when the screen cuts and the DK rap starts playing as the credits role.

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#make this a reality #nintendo #raregames #Donkey Kong Country #donkey kong #the super mario brothers #the super mario bros movie

[aurynne]

i blocked this anon and i will continue to block and not respond to anyone coming for my religion. i don’t play w that at all. so this is the ONLY time i will say this:

not all proshippers are Igbt but anyway

you saying i'm homophobic and want to censor all lgbt media just because i'm against proshipping and also happen to be a Christian is nuts. anti proship + Christianity ≠ wanting to censors lgbt media. i'm not against lgbt media in any way. i consume lgbt media as well and have gay ships. i’m against people defending WEIRD STUFF in a given media, and if it happens to be gay then fine.

i also don’t believe we should criminalize gay marriage because God gave us free will so we deserve to keep that. you don't know my relationship with God or traditional values just because I’m Christian. you don’t know a lot of my views.

i also never said a single thing about porn addiction so hop off. i get that you’re saying i’m “helping” the people who have said these things but i don’t speak for anybody but myself and nobody else can speak for me whether they’re Christian or not. i’m not on the side of whoever you’re talking about and they’re not on mine. i’m on God’s side and that’s it.

don’t ever send anything like this again. nobody. i am considering turning off the option to go anonymous because it makes all these creepy stalkers come out of nowhere since they’re too cowardly to go off anon. it’s pathetic and you should be ashamed of yourselves. don’t ever insult my religion nor anybody else’s. it’s my lifestyle and i take it seriously. and i know damn well nobody would’ve done that if i said i was islam (which has more similarities to Christianity than yall think) or literally anything but Christian because then all of a sudden it’s discrimination. but no Christians are just a free-for-all every day. disgusting.

one of the most common practices us Christians are taught is to love thy neighbor. this applies to every single person ever, regardless of any sins they’ve committed, and because we are all sinners anyway. not every Christian is some redneck homophobe but yall don’t know us because you’d rather not get to know us at all or our religious texts before spouting this ignorant bullshit. i’m sorry to be rude because i try not to be mean to my enemies but screw you and leave me alone. you’re an awful person and need to heal from whatever prejudices you have. seriously so gross.

just another day of being Christian…

#you were so disgusting and out of pocket for this #stay far far away from me #forever #anon #you’ve got mail 💌 #Christian #Christianity #proship #anti proship #anti ship #anti proshitter #anti lolicon #anti shotacon #anti loli #anti shota

[thatkinkyboi]

Someone remind me to do a break down of different types of country/rural lifestyles. I'm so hype to disect these cultures for everyone and ESPECIALLY to highlight the similarities.

Also, an older black lady and I (white) spoke about what a redneck is. For her, redneck is a racist pos.

That was strange to me as for the most part, rednecks were rural, hardworking, blue collar, poor, and a lil trashy. Canon, neon orange, cross, hunting, those weird glasses. Yes, sometimes the confederate flag was there, but you get racists everywhere. For her, they reserve the word redneck for the racists.

I told her that was so strange it was so different, but also said it's probably because I'm white. I told her for us, the white-trash racists were/are called crackers.

This woman laughed and asked if we really still used that word and I was so confused. According to her, they used that term in the 70s.

So the point of that:

What does redneck mean to you?

[witch-and-her-witcher]

iorveth/isengrim domestic fluff pls

Sooo this was a drabble I had pre-written based on this post about redneck elves and well I've been adding to it throughout the day because I want nice things for these two ... Enjoy the domestic fluff of redneck elves in love ~

(Of course, Isengrim is an apiarist. Needs to make that honey for wholly legal activities.)

“Fence is built.”

Isengrim sets aside the rifle he’s been oiling. Even after a day of work, Iorveth looks stunning as he kicks the clay off his boots before stepping onto the porch.

“Ida came by for honey. Said something about officials being threatened, civil disobedience…”

“She sent another bureaucratic lackey to enforce codes. First it was about my hemp, now about requirements to check for electric lines before digging. What's next?"

The rhetorical question drifts away on the warm evening breeze along with the scent of burning wood from someone's nearby bonfire. The squirrels that cohabitate with them chatter along the windowsill behind Isengrim, sensitive to the energy that accompanies Iorveth wherever he goes - the house is always too quiet when he's away, and instantly jumps back to life when he returns.

"Did you release the bees on that devil incarnate?”

Before he can start pacing and ranting about the latest injustice the local counsel has allowed, Isengrim tugs him into his lap. It's a transparent distraction and earns him an annoyed look.

“My bees deserve a better end than Ida.” Isengrim traces his thumb along Iorveth’s jawline. “Besides, I thought it would be fun to take up her challenge to keep you quiet.”

Iorveth’s eye lights up.

"How were you planning to do that?"

As Isengrim pulls him into a kiss, tasting salt along Iorveth's upper lip, a bushy tail tickles at the back of his neck and the chattering turns into persistent small, doglike barks. He tried to ignore it, but Iorveth breaks away and cocks his head to the side to fully view the squirrels.

"You bunch have been spoiled, expecting treats every night." His gaze swivels with a quirked brow. "Who could be responsible for that?"

Isengrim squeezes Iorveth's side where he's keeping him balanced on his lap. It's a familiar conversation, one that he has no defense to offer.

"Well, if you're going to make good on your promise, you'd better continue the bad habit so they don't bother us. I'm going to shower, I stink," Iorveth says while moving to stand, but he's stopped by Isengrim pulling him back for another kiss.

A slow paced lifestyle has spoiled them all and Isengrim doesn't plan to skimp on those full, pouty lips while they're in reach. He takes the time to enjoy the resistance Iorveth always puts up before melting into his touch: the barely audible sigh into his mouth, lips parting and tongue meandering familiar paths, while needy hands grasp at hair or clothes, wherever he can gain purchase.

The crickets buzz, the sun tucks itself away behind the tree line, and the chickens are surely in the coop, ready to be locked away safely for the night.

This time, Iorveth breaks away flushed and breathless.

Stunning.

"How's that for keeping you quiet?"

That earns Isengrim a smack on the shoulder as Iorveth clambers to his feet.

"I'll make you regret that," he says barblessly, lips lightly swollen and hair disheveled.

"Unlikely," Isengrim says, a lopsided grin making Iorveth roll his eye and shake his head on his way inside.

Someone's dog howls, soon joined by a chorus of others within earshot.

It'll fade into the background along with the crickets and other nighttime sounds soon enough, once they're tangled up in bed, sheets tossed aside, air from open windows cooling damp skin - and Iorveth proving how difficult it really is to keep him quiet.

#anon #asks #crack fic #iorveth x Isengrim #my writing

[randofics]

🎶 Southern summer vibes 🎶

Zac Brown band- Chicken fried

Zac Brown band- toes

Zac Brown band- knee-deep in the Bahamas

Little Big Town- Pontoon

Little Big Town- boondocks

Craig Morgan- redneck yacht club

Jack Ingram- Barefoot and crazy

Kenny Chesney- summertime

Kenny Chesney- no shoes, no shirt, no problem

Kenny Chesney & Uncle Kracker- when the sun goes down

Billy Currington- people are crazy

Billy Currington- that's how country boys roll

Billy Currington- pretty good at drinking beer

Billy Currington- we are tonight

Brad Paisley- some beach

Justin Moore- Backwoods

Toby Keith- red solo cup

Dierks Bentley- somewhere on a beach

Dierks Bentley- Drunk on a plane

Dierks Bentley- 5-1-5-0

Morgan Wallen- 180 (Lifestyle)

Florida Georgia Line- Cruise

Jake Owen- Barefoot Bluejean night

Luke Bryan- knockin' boots

Keith Urban- long hot summer

Thomas Rhett- beer can't fix ft.Jon Pardi

Joe Nichols- sunny and 75

#fanfic #southern #batman x reader #avengers fic #country aesthetic #summer vibes #music fic #music #country

[purity-in-heart]

Generalizing Issue

Ever since Trump, or at some point after, there had been an increase in memes being created based on America or Americans regarding lifestyles or the societal way of thing. I'm from the US, myself, but that doesn't define me. For a while, I let the memes slide - go ahead, have your fun. But they had started getting old some time ago and now I've begun to find them both irritating and insensitive. I know we've been dealing with problems but we are not general shitheads. Not only are these memes disrespectful to a degree, they are are also making light of real issues and harming the people who care/are standing up the problems we face and are trying to fix them. Not just civilians but also political leaders. We are not a bunch of redneck, white supremacist, AR-15 worshipping thugs who think 'western civilization' is the shit (despite the US being one of the youngest countries in the world). At least half or more of us are good people who believe in care, Human equality and justice, to name a few things.

Since it matters, I'm a white American man, but I'm not racist. I hate guns. I believe in equality regardless of where you were born, what your faith is, the language you speak, whether you're straight or queer, I see Humans, and I see Humans being Human. I believe in free health care, the necessity of abortions. I believe in freedom and democracy. I believe in freedom of speech but I know the difference between that and being a prick, that 'freedom of speech' doesn't mean you're permitted to be an asshole. I find capitalism to be harmful. But more than that, I hate Trump, who did not and does not represent the American people any more than Putin represents the Russian people - A traitor who sold out his country to an adversarial figure in exchange for power, power that was actually a lie for he also sold what little of a soul he had left to a devil who wants us destroyed.

But apparently being a white American man also means being a prime example that you shouldn't judge an entire country's people. Because that's what any country consists of; People. No more generalizing. We must have an open mind and tell what actions have unfortunate consequences. In any group of people, especially a country, there will always be one person in it who thinks a little differently or believes in something a little different than others, or more so, whether it's something positive or negative. If you have time to focus on our troubles in America, instead take that time to focus on the people who stand against those who stand against what America is meant to be. These memes hurt more than they make people laugh. We don't silence our news reporters nor do we label believers in equality, rights and the like as 'enemies of the state' and have them disappear in the prison system. If you can't see why, then I pity you. If you have time to make memes that make fun of the harm that is happening and we try to face, you should instead make the time to support us. Just goes to show how many times there's depth to things that are looked at so shallowly.

I've seen too much good in life to give up.

#american memes #memes #america memes

[nervousron]

Hey have you ever spoke about the Trinity's cars and way they have the cars thta they do? And if not can you? <3

This was a lot of fun to do. thanks for the ask, @plain-pasta13 !

Michael - Obey Tailgater

$55,000 sports sedan. 5MDS003 (5 Michael De Santa 003)

"Luxury German Sedan. Better than a BF, but not quite a Benefactor. Fast and practical with a classy look, this is just the car to over-leverage on." - Southern San Andreas Super Auto description

Much like Michael, this car is sleek and smooth on the outside, can take a good beating, but has trouble steering at high speeds without the use of good brakes (The metaphor got away from me, but i stand by it). Im almost surprised it's not a more expensive car. He was pretty practical. (compare to Amanda's $95,000 Sentinel and Tracey's $18,000 Issi. He's on the pricier side of normal. Modestly pricey). He picked out a car that looks nice and can give him a small ego boost without breaking the bank. This is just a personal opinion, but I'd have thought he'd have an old Declasse, considering the stars in his eyes over Vinewood and its aesthetics. (Im sure if he did, he bought one the second they moved to Los Santos, then returned it after a year when he realized how much upkeep there would be.)

Then theres the Jimmy adjustments to the Tailgaiter after he mods the hell out of it. Im pretty sure this is all of em: Race brakes, Rear painted bumper & diffuser, EMS upgrade level 3, Dual exit exhaust, Chrome grille, Double vented hood, Musical horn 5, Xenon lights, Sport skirts, Lip spoiler, Sports transmission, Black dollar lowrider wheels (lol), and a Dark smoke window tint.

Franklin- Bravado Buffalo S

$96,000 sports sedan. FC1988 (Franklin Clinton 1998)

"Spotted speeding away from many Los Santos crime scenes, this is a special edition version of the updated 60s muscle car. The sports engine pack, aerodynamic body styling package and yearly upgrades make the price worthwhile." - Southern San Andreas Super Autos description

It's the most expensive of the trinity's cars, which makes sense because Franklin is the type of guy to save up for something worthwhile and really take care of it. If he's gonna go for something, he's going all out. It's a beautiful ride. I'm sure Lamar was jealous over it for months, and Aunt Denise gave him shit for buying an expensive car and not using the money to move out.

So, Franklins car is kinda cool because it has a slower response time and cornering radius than a good chunk of the other cars in the game. Since his special ability essentially slows down time and gives him the room for quick maneuvers, the slower response time makes it harder to overcorrect and ding into shit. The cornering radius being small makes it easier to take sharp turns in the bullet-time, too. (The Buffalo is a b o a t and hardly ever spins out, Franklin knew exactly what he wanted for his street races) At first i thought these specs were counterproductive to his ability, but they definitely were picked with that in mind.

Trevor - Canis Bodhi

$25,000, off-road pick-up truck BETTY32 (the assumption is that Betty is Trevor's mother's name and she was born in 1932. This liscense also appears on the Faggio scooter Trevor drives in the "Scooter Brothers" switch-to scene.)

"The Canis Bodhi has traveled the well-trodden path from military to redneck to hipster. This 'gently used' model is the definition of retro chic; every stain on the seat tells a story." - Southern San Andreas Super Autos description

The Bodhi is a Point Break reference to Bodhi's Kaiser M715. If youve seen Point Break, you know its that gay Patrick Swayze/Keanu Reeves movie.

This car is kinda perfect for trevor. Little to no protection from gunfire, permanently dirty, igniton problems, fantastic turning, and nearly indestructible. The car description is a fun nod to Trevor, too. journey from pilot to redneck to hipster. (Still cant believe he's canonically a lifestyle guru in Los Santos as of the online dlcs. What a world)

Trevor's Bodhi seems to have a CB radio that works in Blaine County, specifically. (This doesn't work for online Bodhis as far as i can tell. just Trevor's), and I can only assume it's for hook-ups, murders, avoiding cops, and pissing people off.

Trevors' vehicle is the only one with a personalized interior. Theres gum on the dash, cum stained pinups, and sticky notes.

#talkaton #thanks again! sorry it took so long to respond