the sixties weren’t good to you, were they? ☮︎

goldie, they/them. the og sargemore blog.

[goldendiie]

posting on this blog and/or interacting with cars in any capacity still makes me absurdly anxious. still lowkey convinced i'm going to get #doxed. but the call of yaoi is too strong. my solution? resurrecting my OCs Les and Floyd (definitely not sarge and fillmore)(absolutely not)(why would you even think that?) for the sole purpose of trying to turn the third blink into a novel. more to come.

[goldendiie]

59 years since The Incident. still can’t believe they made sarge’s gay awakening a great american holiday.

[mircalla]

you've been summoned for july duty

[goldendiie]

don’t forget to leave out PBR and marlboro reds tonight to have twinkmore (twink fillmore) grant your gay wishes in the coming year 🇺🇸🎇

[fulldenimjackett]

i looked like an idiot taking these photos

[goldendiie]

OMG HAPPY 7th BIRTHDAY THIRD BLINK!!!!

[glitterghostz]

Fillmore divorced him the next day…

[goldendiie]

men on tiktok posting videos where they stand and drink beer and stare at the third blink stoplight in cars land, whilst “neon moon” plays on. you don’t even know the half of it. you have no idea.

[glitterghostz]

So like, what if instead of Mcqueen and Sally, it’s Sarge and Fillmore and the entire movie is actually just about Sarge and Fillmore?? 🤔

[goldendiie]

I happened to watch call me by your name tonight, and it reminded me of this scene I wrote that was sort of directly inspired by it. This is from a defunct draft of mine that I wish I had the energy to finish. Basically, it was supposed to be a sargemore post-rt66 bypass vacation fic (not related to my AU) where they are camping to cope with all of the sudden changes in their lives. In this scene: they were swimming in a lake, and now they are laying on the shore to dry off. maybe one day I'll finally get around to polishing up this fic & posting it... perhaps if y'all want to see more?

They found themselves on the tiny shoreline bordering the lake, letting the sun dry them. They were inches apart, close enough that Sarge could feel the heat radiating off of Fillmore’s skin. He appeared to glow in the heat, and his eyes were closed. His breathing was slow, as though he’d fallen asleep.

Beautiful, Sarge thought. The thought did not startle him—not this time.  

He sat up onto his elbows, studying him. Fillmore’s hair was cast out on the ground underneath him, one arm behind his head. His lips were slightly parted, and there was a dewy sheen across his cheeks where the sun was hitting him. It felt as though he would not be real, not completely, if Sarge were to reach out and touch him.

“Do it,” Fillmore’s voice echoed in the back of his mind, coaxing, “Live a little.”

Suddenly, Fillmore’s lips curled into a slight smile. He sat up slightly, elbows digging into the sand. He murmured, “You’re confusing, soldier.”

Their noses were inches apart. Sarge’s heart pounded from his chest, and he felt himself beginning to unravel beneath his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean,” he managed.

“Really?” Fillmore spoke, barely above a whisper. He leant forward slightly, fingers brushing against Sarge’s jaw. “I think you do.”

His fingers moved downward, agonizingly cupping Sarge’s chin and pulling him closer still. One thumb swept across his lower lip, sending a bolt of electricity down his spine.

It was terrifying when Sarge kissed him. Fillmore—beautiful, untouchable, unshakeable—was reciprocating. Their noses bumped together awkwardly as they broke, but Sarge pulled him back in: his need for nationality was overpowered by his desire for more.

Fillmore turned his head, and it was over. Sarge let out a breath that he didn’t realize he’d been holding; he looked down and away, feeling as though the world was spinning.

“Sorry,” he heaved. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Fillmore did not respond. He sort of half-laughed, leaning back on his elbows.

Sarge focused entirely too hard on the dull brown of the sand on the beach. The world around him was vibrating: no longer peaceful, it had become a whirlwind of sounds and smells and bright sunlight. Blood pounded through his brain, and he somewhat felt as though he might pass out. Why did he do that? What made him think that was a good idea?

“I think we should start hiking back,” Fillmore said, infuriatingly easy. “The sun will set, soon.”

“You’re probably right,” Sarge replied.

[goldendiie]

Everyone say happy centennial to irl Route 66, and perhaps celebrate by visiting your local Mother Road museum and/or historical society (if you're in the U.S. and/or along the 66 corridor). We have a mission to keep the dream alive!

[jstor]

Happy Pride! JSTOR Daily has a round up of LGBTQ+ articles happening this month - check them out: https://daily.jstor.org/lgbtq-pride-month-editors-picks/

[goldendiie]

not gonna make a big post but i just posted the final chapter of the hawk. huzzah!

[goldendiie]

first gay pixar character hooray !

[goldendiie]

Hey folks. A few of you have noticed that I've been absent for the better part of a month. I wanted to take some time away to adequately address the issues posed in this ask. Several weeks ago I went through all posted chapters of Americana and made necessary changes. Many of the mistakes were due to my own ignorance, of which I am actively reading and learning to combat. Of course I intend to be more mindful going forward.

I will also say that I received anonymous comments akin to harassment in response to how I handled the post linked above. This is why anonymous asks are currently turned off, and why every fic on my ao3 has been locked for registered users only. This is also partially why I have taken time away; I do not intend to lift these restrictions for the foreseeable future. I understand that my AU means a lot to some people, however I have too much going on in my real life to deal with stuff like that. (and, to be totally frank, a mental disorder that had me convinced I was going to be doxed)(I'm still somewhat convinced that's going to happen)(making this post alone is a big step for me).

Yet as we near the 7th (?!!??) anniversary of The Third Blink, I couldn't bring myself to stay away anymore. I love my AU. I love writing for you guys. I want to continue working on all of my projects. I can't promise that I'll come back anytime soon (time away has been good for me, I think), but I want to keep the door open.

Thanks for reading. Love you guys.

[goldendiie]

re that last post about sarge and fillmore’s cant-live-without-each-other relationship: that headcanon that fillmore has unreciprocated feelings for sarge is actually based af. wdym sarge calls him a hippie freak whenever fillmore says to “let the love in.” he wants that old man so bad. but the old man don’t want him.

[goldendiie]

average canon sargemore interaction

[goldendiie]

re that last post about sarge and fillmore’s cant-live-without-each-other relationship: that headcanon that fillmore has unreciprocated feelings for sarge is actually based af. wdym sarge calls him a hippie freak whenever fillmore says to “let the love in.” he wants that old man so bad. but the old man don’t want him.