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kiwi-rebel-57-06 · 2 months
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Kiwi Rebel. '30 Ford Model A Pickup Truck.
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grissomesque · 5 months
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It's just that I wonder whether the people now rb'ing token Hanukkah memes, but who have otherwise been silent about the 1350% increase in antisemitic hate crimes, recognize how they've helped make this a terrible time to be a Jew.
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bibannana · 11 months
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Echo *sitting down next to Kix in the mess hall*: I think I'm having an existential crisis.
Kix *rolling his eyes*: It is no longer an existential crisis if it happens everyday Echo.
Echo *huffs*: You can't be so sure.
Kix *shakes his head*: I'm a medic. Yes I am su-
Pickup*nods*: Right. Because the certification you got from some sea worms is-
Coy *slaps Pickup over the head*
Fives *slides in next to Echo*: I think you're just dramatic.
Tup *head tilt*: It could be a mid-life crisis?
Jesse *flops ontop of the table*: You going to die in 5 to 8 years Echo?
Echo *placing his tray on Jesse's chest*: Wasn't planning on it.
Jesse *picks food off Echo's plate*: Guess it's not a mid-life crisis then.
Dogma *who is actually having an existential crisis after telling Anakin to go kriff himself after he stole the last of the caf*: Everything is a-okay!
Hardcase *shoves Jesse off the table*: So we're all agreed that Dogma is dying right?
Rex *standing with his tray of food*: See this is why nobody sits with you all.
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@soliloquy-of-nemo @staycalmandhugaclone @nekotaetae
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naquey · 4 days
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the aroace panic hits when ur friends asks you what to do when they get hit on and you don't know how to flirt but you come up with corny shit like: "can I rev you like an engine?" or "can I open you like a book?"
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ermesskiss · 3 months
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my americanized dad suguru headcanons
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➮ drives a Ford f-150
➮ blasts divorce dad music, and the twins sing along with him
➮ makes dad jokes
➮ makes conversations with other parents during the school pickup line (where he meets satoru, tehe)
➮ helps the twins into the truck when he picks them up from school
➮ says white people phases like "news flash, buddy,", "that's rich coming from you," and "livin' the dream,"
➮ watches videos on his phone at full volume
➮ shakes snacks in his hand before he eats them
➮ trys to rap along to a rap song
➮ backs into all parking spots + puts his hand behind the passenger headrest
in the summer. . .
➮ when it's nice out he rolls the windows down with the twins in the back seat; their hair flies everywhere
➮ has drivers tan
➮ he and the girls go to drive-ins and watch from the bed of the truck with blankets and pillows
➮ when he barbecues, he wears an american flag bandana to keep his hair out of the way with sunglasses and plays dad music as the girls play in the sprinkler
➮ wears an lgbtq x american flag shirt to the pride parades
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lumyl · 8 months
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hee hee
my brain is far too full of rot, oh dear god
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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Me and my former classmates escaped from the nuclear apocalypse with a Sonic-themed pickup truck.
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peitalo · 6 months
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unova card collection thus far ! :*)
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def-not-kaz-brekker · 3 months
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Just heard someone use the pickup line “are you an American school, cause I wanna shoot some kids on inside you” I’m sobbing
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xxlittle0birdxx · 2 years
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You know that post that muses about how difficult it would have been for Luke and Leia if Anakin and Padmé survived? All their school friends would have been drooling all over their parents? And their solution is to have Uncle Ben come pick them up from school?
The twins don’t realize just how hot their silver fox uncle is… Obi-wan pulls up to the school in a vintage Range Rover in pristine condition, wearing his usual khakis and loose linen button-down. The twins’ friends keep pestering them to introduce them to Uncle Ben. Especially Wedge, but he just wants to admire Uncle Ben’s car. Uncle Ben comes to their spring musical and meets their snooty history teacher, Miss Kryze.
Turns out they went to high school together and she beat him for some prestigious university scholarship. They even dated until they broke up to go to different universities and lost contact. Now Uncle Ben keeps showing up to all their school functions, and Miss Kryze comes to a family barbecue one Saturday with her nephew in tow, who looks suspiciously like Uncle Ben, but apparently Korkie’s name is really Bruno, because they don’t talk about that. But really. Their resemblance is eerie. They even do the same chin stroke thing.
The conversation changes when Luke’s weird boyfriend arrives. The one who won’t take off his sunglasses. Ever. Who always brings along this insanely adorable gremlin child, and only says, ‘He goes where I go,’ when asked. They have matching t-shirts with a mudhorn on the sleeve.
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hoodoo12 · 6 months
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dudeyuri · 1 year
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This scene is a perfect distillation of My School President's spirit. It encapsulates what the show is all about at its heart. If MSP had a thesis statement it would be this scene. Etc and so on
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twothpaste · 3 months
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a long-looming intermission au question in the back of my head is "what the absolute hell was going on with flint and hinawa back in tennessee." the details remain erratic and fuzzy, but if/when i ever hash it out it's so fucking over.
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can you please list 100 pickup lines inspired by the game among us
"Is anyone else feeling a sudden overwhelming desire to steal all the bombs?"
"I want us to be crewmates, but I don't want us to be _fresh crewmates."_
"Get in loser, we're switching our profile pictures."
"Pass the bomb and I'll pass the information."
"Is that a real name or a false flag?"
"Wanna help me with this thing I'm working on?"
"Have we done a couple of 'missions' together, maybe talked a little, but I'm not sure I can really trust you?"
"Mission Failed. One of us has to leave the station. Back in the drift, I'll be on the lookout for one lonely man…"
"Can I admit I have a crush on you? Or will that make us mutual suspects?"
"Wow! Is that a real person or a spy?"
"Where were you when your ship was taken down?"
"I spent a lot of time chatting with you, and all of a sudden I find myself a mole in your ranks…"
"I'll need you to take a blood test for me. Will you help me out?"
"I thought you looked like you'd be the kind of guy I'd find in a hazard, so…"
"Sorry I'm late, but I was searching for potential crewmates."
"Oops, you caught me! It's our turn to hide, so can we chat later?
"I think we're great together and should date. I'll be your captain if you'll be my crewmate."
"Just hold still. I need to scan you for anomalies."
"You look really hot today. I love your colors."
"Geez, that's a surprise! I was looking for someone to talk to, so…"
"Looks like we're locked in the same room together. What a coincidence…"
"Wanna come with me on a mission? You'll be able to see my naked body, so…"
"Your true form is pretty ugly. Do you think I could make it cuter?"
"You look familiar. You remind me of one of my crewmates. Can I check out your profile to make sure?"
"Are you what I think you are?"
"Are you a cute little spy, or are you all worker bee and no queen?"
"Wanna talk? Just, you know, so you can see my backside…"
"Your team just took control. I could use your help to change the situation…"
"Hey, it's our turn to hide. You interested?"
"Nice profile. Not bad. Are you real, or are you a red herring?"
"Your profile caught my eye. I've got a question about that cocky little grin…"
"I thought you were cute, so I followed you…"
"Hey, where'd everyone go? I thought this was a good place to chat, but it looks like all the crewmates have gone to the bridge…"
"Hi. I'm into spaceships. Is your profile real?"
"Hi. I'm looking for a crewmate. We could chat…"
"You're into astronauts, right? Well, we could go to the bridge…"
"I'd love to see your work. Could I drop by your room?"
"Are you a worker drone? Do you have a promotion code?"
"Are you a collector of crewmate profile cards? Do you have mine?"
"I've been studying your profile, and it seems you have a taste for engineering. Would you like to come over and show me how you put all those buttons together?"
"So where's that bomb you're supposed to plant? I'm dying to see what it looks like."
"We're the same team. Let's go to the bridge!"
"Wanna show me your biggest bomb? You know, so I can learn how to turn it into a black bomb. That would be nice, wouldn't it?"
"Hey, I've got a plan to rig the next election. Want to help?"
"I heard there's a plot to take down the main bridge. Do you want to help?"
"Hey, I've got a wallet you could hold for me. It's yours if you'll take it."
"Hey, I've been looking for a long-term crewmate. Wanna team up?"
"That seems like it could be a bomb to me. Do you want to work together to take it out of circulation?"
"I've been looking for a way to get to the bridge, but I can't seem to find one. How do I get there?"
"Wanna swap hazards?"
"Looks like you've got a nice torpedo. Would you mind letting me see it? I want to see how it works."
"Do you have any identification on you?"
"Are you a second crewmate? Can I get your name and phone number?"
"Who do you think really won the election?"
"I knew it! Your profile was fake!"
"Are you a signal? If you are, let's chat for a while…"
"Never mind all those signals you were sending. I can see you're a hazard. Let's see if we can find some better crewmates…"
"I am a spy. Let's chat…"
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superstringtheory · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Widow (Movie 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov/Melina Vostokoff, Natasha Romanov & Melina Vostokoff, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov & Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov & Melina Vostokoff, Yelena Belova & Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov Characters: Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov, Melina Vostokoff, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop Additional Tags: Good Parent Melina Vostokoff, Light Dom/sub, Getting Together, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Adopted Children, Consensual Kink, Feeding Kink, Belly Kink, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Past Sexual Abuse Summary:
Melina and Alexei keep accidentally meeting at school pickup. Melina's wary of men and new relationships, but Alexei might just be exactly what she needs.
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awlimagines · 6 months
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A Polaroid Pickup - Rock
You enjoyed the fresh air as a kid. Your father’s farm was full of it if you could look past the natural stench of livestock. Things you didn’t fully understand occurred when you were small, and your mom whisked you away to the city. Now, you were far more used to the harsh yells, massive crowds, and vendors trying to make a sale. You stifled a yawn as you passed your ID card over the sensor to allow you entry to the office building. 
It stretched into the sky, reaching for the heavens while swallowing hundreds in neat, bright offices. Those who sat at the top of their companies’ pyramids enjoyed sweeping city views and sunlight. The lowly peons like you got erected cubicles in the building’s belly. The company you worked for was nice enough to allow you to pin pictures into the fabric walls. You had only a few of your mother, an old pet, and an even older boyfriend. You needed to throw away that picture. You didn’t even know the boy pictured alongside you anymore. 
You throw your bag under your desk to sink into your seat and swivel to face a black screen and phone. That was when the deck of cards caught your eye. Those weren’t yours. As your manager swept past, you scrambled, sliding the cards haphazardly from your desk to hide them. This was your first job. You wouldn’t risk losing it or having a mark against you for some cards. The cards left all thoughts as the phone began to ring. 
It wasn’t until lunch that you remembered the cards. You reached into your bag to pay for the bland cafeteria lunch when your hand brushed the stiff cards instead. Fumbling past them for money, you juggled the tray to pay and hurried to a seat at the packed tables.  You squeezed into an empty chair and rapidly shoveled your food down. As people around you left, you pulled the cards from your bag. They looked pretty new. The bent corners were probably from being shoved out of sight rather than from any use. You flipped through the cards, enjoying the stylized kings and queens. 
A small Polaroid picture of you replaced the Queen of Hearts. Your blood ran cold at the sight. You were wearing the same clothes you had on now, and you sat in the same cafeteria. Bile rose in your throat as you fought back panic when a man slid into the seat across from you. His dark brown roots bled through his blonde. His blonde hair, tinged with orange, screamed the young man wasn’t experienced with dyes. 
“You're a queen. Let my face be your throne,” he remarked, winking a finger-gun at you. You held up the cards and picture, asking the young man if this was from him. He eagerly confirmed it was his idea and asked if you were impressed. You almost felt bad for how quickly the HR department removed him after you reported the harassment. The young man couldn’t have been over twenty and probably just made a horrible decision. 
Years later, the company suffered and downsized. You were cut from the job and traveled to Forget-Me-Not Valley. The farm was about all you had left, and you had to make it work. Takakura introduced you to the inn owners who had mentioned their son Rock when a clattering noise on the balcony above caught your attention. You glanced up in time to see the doors snapping shut. 
“If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple,” Rock smirked, shooting you a wink and finger gun as you gathered the fall apples. 
“Did you ever work in the city?” 
A look of horror swept across Rock’s face as he mumbled about how he didn’t think you had recognized him. Any hint of suave he had disappeared as Rock struggled to explain his past behavior. 
“I didn’t. Not until the terrible pick-up line,” you chuckled. “It’s water under the bridge, but I have to know. How did you get a picture of what I wore that day and in the cafeteria?” 
“Pfft, that’s easy. You wear the same clothes like clockwork even now,” Rock brushed off, gesturing to your clothes. The blonde ran from your farm laughing as you threw apples after him, your face red.
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