vroom vroom

bubblegum pink ferrari. yeah i'm so bossy. speeding like alonso just to CRASH YOUR PARTY. people are going loco when i'm pullin up to your party. don't think about consequences, cause they're never gonna' stop me. all my life i've been waiting for a good time. so let me ride. all my life i've been waiting for a good time; so let's ride. bitches know they can't catch me.

[savwrides]

headcanons.

Savannah comes from a big family. She’s the second youngest of five kids and the only girl. It was pretty clear her father never really wanted a daughter, and Savannah found herself in a complicated situation. Her father would only pay attention to her when it was to yell at her for not having a cold beer ready for him when he got home from work. If Savannah wasn’t being of use to him and helping her mother do the “only things they were good for” she was invisible to the man. 

         !!! TRIGGER WARNING: slight mention of physical violence/abuse !!!

Savannah’s father is a big, loud, overbearing man and what he says goes. Her mother was too afraid to stand up to him and most of her brothers didn’t care enough. But Savannah was rebellious and opinionated, and she wouldn’t be treated like lesser than because of her gender. She and her father argued a lot about the way he treated her and her mother, and one night he drunkenly lost his temper and hit her. She was only fourteen years old and while her father had hoped the incident would whip her into line it only made her more willing to go to war with him. 

Sav’s oldest brother Anthony, who’d been pretty silent about everything up until that night, had started looking out for her more. He’d try to comfort her when Dad would go on one of his tirades and had even offered to teach her how to fight, hoping that beating on a punching bag would help her deal with some of her anger and pain. Anthony became her favorite person in the house, and at times she feels like he’s the only one she actually liked. When he’d go hang out with his friends he’d let Sav tag along. 

Her family wasn’t well off by any means. Her father didn’t make a lot of money and her mom babysat kids around town for some extra money. There were too many mouths to feed and not enough to go around, and Savannah can only imagine that the financial burden and stress helped make her father the way he was. Not that it was any excuse. Anthony, being the oldest, was forced to help out any way he could because that’s what a man does according to their father. He ended up dropping out of high school and got a job working for a mechanic to help support their parents. Naturally Sav began hanging around the old shop as well, because wherever Anthony goes she does. 

The owner of the shop was a nice older man who took pity on the Wrides kids, so he would be pretty lenient when Anthony would have to leave work early to deal with his siblings or help his parents. When Savannah showed an interest in cars the man even fed her curiosity and taught her everything he could. 

Their father lost his job when Savannah was sixteen and things in the Wrides household changed drastically. With her father around more Savannah found the attention she’d wanted all this time was suffocating. He constantly criticized the way she dressed, the people she hung out with and the thing she was allowed to do. 

With the financial burden placed on her mother and older brothers until dad could find another job, Savannah saw first hand how desperation could push people into making decisions that would alter their lives forever. They’d never had it easy money wise before but now Anthony had too much to hold up on his own. He’d stopped showing up for his shifts at work and had gotten pretty distant with his siblings. No one else questioned the change in his behavior, chalked it up to him finding a new job that demanded more of his time because no matter how absent he was, there was always money for groceries and bills now. Savannah knew something was off and followed her brother one day just to see what the deal was. She learned he’d started hanging out with some of the criminals around the island and had even begun a betting ring on the illegal street races. Between the profits from betting and helping his new friends rob the very business owners who’d looked out for their family, Anthony was providing for the Wrides. 

Savannah tried to bring it to her parents’ attention, concerned for her brother’s safety but her father didn’t seem to care very much. Her mother expressed worry as well but ultimately decided that Anthony was strong enough to take care of himself. Trying to reason with Anthony didn’t help her much either and her brother assured there was no risk in what he was doing. 

To prove a point Savannah decided to enter one of the races, “borrowing” her dad’s car. If the crowd he was hanging out with was “no risk” then he wouldn’t care if his baby sister got involved, right? She lost that first race but it was enough to wake something inside her. Racing gave her a rush unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She was a pretty rebellious and reckless teenager, skipping school, sneaking into bars and smoking in alley ways to get some sense of freedom from her overbearing father. But racing was different. She can’t explain it but it was the feeling she’d been looking for this whole time. Anthony was pretty pissed off and her dad went into one of his fits when they got home with his car, but it didn’t even matter. 

Savannah kept sneaking out and entering the races and there was nothing her parents or Anthony could do to stop her. Over time she got better and started earning some money from it. She’d even begun to make friends with some of those same people she was concerned about her brother being around. They weren’t big evil people like society had originally expected her to believe, they were actually pretty cool and way more fun than her lame high school friends who thought getting high in the gym was peak rule breaking. Savannah quickly went from in trouble with teachers to in trouble with cops. It didn’t matter though, something about running from the police was exciting. And doing the things she was doing now she was making more money than her father ever had, and she was spiteful enough to want to rub it in the man’s face that the big earner of the household was the same kid he’d thought was lesser than.

Savannah’s grades had never been good, but they certainly plummeted now that she was spending less time studying and more time breaking the law. Her mother, sweet as she was, began to worry about her little girl and her father made it clear that she was not to be living her life like this. Which was rich considering there was no problem when it was Anthony. Her parents looked into putting her through one of those scared straight programs, hoping hearing prison horror stories would knock some sense into her but all it did was teach Savannah that she just had to be careful to not get caught. She had to be smarter and faster and better than them. 

One night the cops busted one of the races and Sav and her friends managed to get away just fine, but Anthony hadn’t been so lucky. With her brother in jail life in the Wrides house got even harder for Savannah. She was feeling guilty enough as it is, but it didn’t help that her brothers and father put all the blame on her as if Anthony wasn’t a grown man capable of making his own decisions. Her father’s anger reached new heights and shortly after graduating high school Savannah decided she just couldn’t live under his roof anymore. Hell, she couldn’t live in Corona anymore. She packed her things, gathered up whatever money she had and hit the road. 

Savannah found herself in Los Angeles with no place to stay, no friends and no family to hold her back. A few months of working at a skeevy bar that didn’t really do a decent, yet alone thorough, background check and she’d heard whispers of a street racing circuit in the city of angels. Well, the rest is kind of history. She made her name known, found her crew, and life was golden. 

She did some stunt double work here and there but her main source of income was always the racing. But you can’t put illegal street racing on a resume, now can you?

Her mom kept in contact with her the entire time she was away, and Sav also called and wrote to her brother whenever she could. They’re the only people in her family she feels a real closeness to.  

In addition to her injury, Shank only came home because her brother would finally be getting released from jail on good behavior. 

FUN FACTS

Shank got her nickname in LA. Early on in her time there she had found herself being followed by a group of sleazy drunk men. And well….she stabbed the shit out of them. They lived, unfortunately.

She doesn’t mind if people call her Sav, just never ever call her Savannah. 

Shank is bi bi bi. She also used to be a closet NSync fan when she was a teen. See what I did there?

She’s a commitment phobe. Her parents marriage fucking sucks, and she never wants to find herself trapped in a situation like that. 

Everyone thinks she’s a big meanie because of all the leather, the name, and the way she’s quick to respond with violence when need be. But she’s still the sweetest, kindest person ever. She doesn’t let the shit hand she got dealt in life mess with her or the way she treats people. 

She’s a fling girl, a one night stand expert. Don’t keep texting her looking for something more, she’ll leave you on read unapologetically. 

Party girl! She’s deadass just here for a good time and a rush. 

Should she start trying to get her life together? Probably. 

[savwrides]

“ you know what? forget i offered to help you. forget the entire fucking idea. “ -- flynn

she should have expected this. as unorthodox and downright strange her dynamic with her group of friends could be at times, her makeshift family had always been able to tell when something was off with each other. it was rare — everyone preferring to focus on the good things than dwell on the negative or have the hard conversations. but hardly anyone knew Sav better than ralph, felix, vanellope and flynn, and so she shouldn’t be at all surprised when flynn showed up at the garage determined to help. usually she would think his efforts were sweet, biting her lip to hide the happy amused smile that would touch her face as flynn struggled to do pretty much anything. but right now, she just wants to ignore her very public meltdown over her very strange relationship with ralph — and she especially doesn’t want to talk about with flynn. so, they worked in near silence, negative energy radiating off a Sav as she simmered in her bad attitude and pushed flynn away instead of pulling him in like she normally does. looking over at him, Sav keeps her expression disinterested and bored. “ok. consider it forgotten.” normally she’d ask him to stay, apologizing for possibly frustrating him in any way. “anything else or are you just going to keep wasting both of our time?” @theflynnriders

[savwrides]

sav had always been pretty good at giving advice to others. she was attentive and sweet (when she needed to be), impartial and non judgemental when it came to the people she cared about. it wasn’t a side she offered to others very often, aware that she herself doesn’t take advice when given it and not necessarily wanting her time to be wasted. also, she didn’t spend much time with people who often needed to hear these sorts of things. but, given everything that happened at the masquerade, Sav can’t help but think zuko might need someone to hear him out more than anything. and, in the end, it could help Dani out a bit too and making sure her best friend was okay was the most important thing to Sav. “so, you set a table on fire?” honestly kind of cool as far as Sav is concerned, but it’s not the healthiest or smartest reaction, and it’s not like she’s going to offer zuko the classic ‘i’m here if you wanna talk’ spiel. that was never her style and it hardly seemed like his either. @zukoozai

[savwrides]

dragcndani​:

If there was one thing that Dani was quickly learning, it’s that balls were boring. Her idea of a good new years party isn’t wearing a fancy dress and a fucking mask, not when she could bea t the club with her girls. She’s making the best of the situation, already losing track of what drink she’s on, but she doesn’t blame Sav for wanting to bail so soon. “Hmmm probably not,” Dani muses, doubting that the kid she’s always watching over will let her get away with it. Often finding herself in the kid’s orbit for no good reason, there’s no way Sav’s getting out easily. “Wait, find Ralph?” the blonde frowns, confused how she could possibly have lost him so early in the night. “Isn’t that the man always following you around like a fucking puppy dog?” Perhaps an exaggeration, but ever since meeting him she’s never known him to be too far away from Sav. “Plus he’s like ten feet tall. He’s gotta be around here somewhere.” She cranes her neck as she looks around the crowd to hunt him down.

she’s not necessarily expecting the answer to cater to what she wants, far too used to the concept of having to take a loss whenever it comes to stupid island events and vanellope wanting her to be there. but it doesn’t stop her from groaning. “yeah you’re probably right,” she nods, accepting her fate only slightly. “but it’s not even fun! what could she possibly want to do that’s so important we all be here.” masquerade balls were dull and dragged on forever, this she was certain of even before tonight. “he doesn’t follow me around like a puppy dog.” sav can’t help but defend ralph, knowing that there is at least a little truth to Dani’s words. while she doesn’t think he follows her around like a puppy, it’s hard to deny that they’re hardly ever too far apart. “yeah, he’s here but i lost him a while ago. he’s probably with dodger or Nick.” she admits with a shrug, but nevertheless joins Dani in looking for ralph. “but i lost him the same way you lost zuko the fuck.”

[savwrides]

theflynnriders​:

following sav’s line of sight to see what or more accurately who she’s looking at, flynn doesn’t get any clarification when he realizes it’s ralph of all people that she’s so pissed off towards. “what’d ralph do?” he asks, not even defensively or anything - honestly just confused as to why the two would be fighting on new years of all nights. “his hairs looks halfway decent tonight and he’s wearing... okay clothes. that should give him some points, right?” in reality, flynn has no fucking clue if either of those things actually would help - considering he doesn’t even know what she’s so upset about.

when flynn questions what exactly it is ralph did sav opens her mouth, ready to barrel into an entire spiel about her alcohol influenced jealousy. but instead she settles on something vague solely because she doesn’t have the energy to go into the whole story with flynn right now, all she needs is to make it known that she was mad — a decision that would have been made for different reasons if she was sober. “be the fucking worst.” she grumbles. “i dont fucking care that his hair looks nice.” she snaps. she’d never really seen the big deal about Ralph’s hair but flynn was insistent and she wasn’t one to argue. “points for what? he’s still the fucking worst no matter how good he looks.”

[savwrides]

it was a tad bit ridiculous for sav to be this upset about seeing ralph flirting with his exe. hell, it was ridiculous for her to be upset at all considering how undefined their relationship was — because of her own fear of commitment, one might add. and yet, sav sits at the table with flynn, sipping her (maybe fourth? fifth? she lost count) drink. “fucking hate men.” she grumbles angrily, eyes narrowed in ralph’s direction as if glaring at him from afar would quell this stupid jealousy she was feeling. “not you. you didn’t do anything,” she looks over at flynn, expression softening as if she’s just now realizing she’s even with him. “i mean you’re also not even a grown man, you’re a kid. but still.” @theflynnriders

[savwrides]

if anyone didn’t belong at this ball, it was sav. the concept of a masquerade was lame, and as expected far too many people were unoriginal and tried to do some weird take on the phantom of the opera. also, so many of the outfits she’d seen were rough. but she showed up regardless, knowing full and well that if vanellope was going so would the rest of them. but it didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. “think i can get away with calling it quits early?” sav asks, bringing her glass to her lips as she looks over at dani. “just...find ralph and leave. how mad do you think vanellope would be?” considering what happened to her at the last two events, Sav already knew the answer was vanellope would be very mad. but she was willing to push her luck if it meant not having to be here for a second longer. @dragcndani

[savwrides]

“Merry Christmas, fuckers. I’m broke but at least I got you stuff.”

when vanellope had first approached her with the idea of joining the flying car team, sav had been hesitant. socializing, in any form, was simply not her thing and having to play nice with a bunch of strangers to build something as ridiculous as a flying car just didn’t seem like something she wanted to be putting up with. but vanellope had insisted and sav had caved -- plus, it gave her an opportunity to work on a car to her heart’s content, and that had been enough to get her on board. genuinely becoming friends with gogo and tink hadn’t been her plan, and yet, here she is. “merry christmas.” sav nods, dropping her tools into her toolbox and smiling (a little) as tink comes in. sav had gotten here earlier than planned, the desire to get out of the house and do something -- anything -- forcing her out of bed and to the garage long before they were set to meet. “thanks. but...you know i’m jewish...right?” in all fairness sav had never mentioned it to tink before, so it was an honest mistake. but sav still wouldn’t say no to a present, even if it was for the wrong occasion. @missbxll

[savwrides]

send 🎿 for our muses to go skiing or snowboarding together . (flynn)

 sav was willing to put up with a lot for her loved ones. a woman that held numerous hang ups and unspoken rules close to her heart, sav finds herself throwing out all her rules the second she‘s confronted with even the hint of a smile from one of her closest friends. but this has to be where she draws the line. when sav had invited flynn to come snowboarding with her, she’d been aware that a bulk of their time would be spent getting accustomed to the activity in any regard. what she hadn’t expected was to be stuck on the kiddie slope well into their day, watching on as flynn wiped out again. “how are you so bad at this?” the time for gentle encouraging was long gone, or at least he’d lost the right to patience a while ago. “are you even trying?” @theflynnriders

[savwrides]

“I hate snow. And smiling children.” (dani)

winter was the worst season. it was an indisputable fact and sav dares anyone to challenge her on it, feeling that strongly about the harsh winter air and the accumulation of snow on the ground. she’d always felt this way, but she knows her time in L.A. only managed to build an even stronger case for her hatred. so, it’s no surprise that dani feels similarly, even if sav thinks it’s hilarious that despite their obvious differences this is the one topic they see eye to eye on without much debate. “children aren’t that bad.” she shrugs, even as a group of kids throw snowballs at each other right outside the window of the salon. it’s perhaps the wrong thing to say as the group of boys scream and shout, pelting each other with snowballs and running around. one of the boys is running away, laughter filling the space around him before he slips on a patch of ice crossing the street and lands on his butt hard. “see, children are fun.” @dragcndani

[savwrides]

❄️ dodger

sav had genuinely hoped the blizzard would be the end of all snow relates shenanigans. it was unrealistic given the circumstances of the season and she’s aware of that, but she refuses to think she could be faulted for growing accustomed to the barely there winters of L.A. so, sav stands off to the side, hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket as she watches stella run around in the snow. normally, sav wouldn’t allow sir chubs to sit out during her mandated activity time, but given the circumstances of the weather, sav is content to sit out with the laziest bulldog known to man. or, at least, that was the plan until something hits her arm. it doesn’t take a genius to realize what’s happening, and immediately her eyes fall on dodger’s grinning face. “are you serious?” she asks, eyebrow raised. no matter how much she hates the snow, she can never pass up an opportunity to throw things at people -- particularly men -- so whatever annoyance she was trying to fake doesn’t last long. “count your days bitch.” she warns, reaching down to grab a fist full of snow, amused grin on her face before she launches the snowball right at his chest. @dodgerartful

[savwrides]

“Woah, someone drank too much egg nog.” (ralph)

holiday parties had (clearly) never been a factor in sav’s life growing up. the holidays were the only time of year that sav’s family got together, large meals and loud conversation taking over the wrides house and filling it with an energy much different than what it usually was. but even hannukah at her house wasn’t much of a party, and sav didn’t keep the company of many people who cared for the holidays. but, when poppy pink invites you to a christmas party -- to any party -- you have no choice but to give into the bright smile and warm enthusiasm so sav hangs back, trying her best to remember to smile and offer actual answers when people come to talk to her. and it’s fucking exhausting. so, she’s grateful when ralph is the next person to gravitate towards her. she doesn’t have to pretend to be cheerful and forthcoming with him. she doesn’t have to pretend to be anything with him, and that’s always been such a welcome change of pace. “i don’t know how, that shit is milky sewer water.” she scrunches up her nose, tilting her head to the side as they watch vanellope somehow become louder and more animated the more she drinks. “imagine consuming that shit by choice.” @rclphwrecksit

[savwrides]

dragcndani​:

vanessassity​:

vanessa lounged back in the chair, lazily spinning herself around with one foot as she lifted the beer bottle to her lips. “wait, wait, wait.” she laughed, holding up her hand as she interrupted the chatter of her friends. “so are you going to write sav? or shank?” there were certainly worse places to have ended up during the storm outside. being with her two best friends at her job was too lucky and after the weird day she’d had at the festival, she was even more grateful. @dragcndani​ @savwrides​

Of all the people to be stuck in the middle of a blizzard with, Dani couldn’t have possibly picked better company. “You’ve gotta go with Shank,” she insists, pushing some papers out of the way before hoisting herself up onto the reception desk. “If you’re name’s gonna be on me forever, it’s gotta at least be badass.” Sober she might have laughed off Sav’s insistence on tattooing her name on the two of them as a joke, but after a few drinks she can’t think of a single better idea. “And pick a cute font!” she adds, cracking open another beer. @savwrides​

sav flips idly though a book of lettering options, eyes not necessarily picking up on anything that spoke to her. being trapped in the tattoo shop with her two closest friends was certainly a highlight of this whole stupid winter festival thing, even if the circumstances were hardly ideal. “shank just seems so much cooler.” sav shrugs, not even really needing to think about it. “sav could be your mom, your sister. but when people see shank tattooed on you...they’re bound to have questions.” questions that vanessa will definitely not answer. one of the things sav liked most about the girl was the air of mystery that surrounded her. “how about we pick a font for each other?” sav asks, pushing the book closer to dani and vanessa as she settles on a nice looking cursive lettering. @vanessassity

[savwrides]

theflynnriders​:

Nose scrunching at Sav’s point, one he couldn’t even begin to potentially argue against, Flynn supposed there really was no getting out of this entire event. Between Van and Rapunzel running around somewhere, plus the plans he already had with his roommates to ride the sleigh later on together, he was stuck at this festival until the end of the night. And likely the whole next day. “Yeah, I could use some hot chocolate,” he agrees with a sigh, coming to terms with the inevitable. “And coffee. You think we could get them to make a mixture of both?”

“i’m pretty sure someone somewhere can make you a mocha.” sav looks over at flynn, amusement in her eyes as she realizes he’d missed the fact that what he was requesting was already a vastly popular drink. “don’t you think it’s a little late in your day for coffee?” she asks, unable to ignore the idea of him downing caffeine for no real reason. as if flynn wasn’t obnoxious enough without the extra energy. nevertheless, she starts walking in the direction of the food booths anyways. 

[savwrides]

jcytothewcrld​:

.

There it was - the almost, could-be-a-smile-if-she-tried-a-little-harder, smile that Joy had come to know and love. It was better than what she’d gotten when they’d first met. Which was nothing more than a vague nod. “Ditched you? That doesn’t sound like Vanellope at all.” She replied with a teasing smirk. “Just the hot chocolate? You haven’t lived yet.” There were so many delicious things at the festival, not having had five of them at this point in the day was falling behind and Joy knew she had a lot of catching up to do. At least maybe she wasn’t the only one. “Grab some! I’ll look for a table,” what a great idea. Eyes roamed until she spotted a free one, practically running over to it and waving back at Sav so she knew where she was.

“oh, don’t be fooled. the kid is ruthless.” sav jokes, impossible to keep the amusement off her words even as she tries to deliver it with the usual level of stony disinterest she says most things. vanellope and ruthless are hardly two words that should be stuck together in any capacity, and the idea that sav of all people had been ditched seems ludicrous. “she ran off with more important people.” she shrugs. at joy’s comment about the hot chocolate, sav is hardly surprised to see the other woman speak of it so highly. joy was a ball of over dramatic tendencies and pure enthusiasm, and sav had just learned to accept that everything was an event with her. learned to accept and love. “dope.” she nods, glad to see that at least she won’t be spending too much more time alone. sav turns back to the booth in question, ordering some of the mini lasagna rolls for herself. as she waits for the worker to bring her the food, she can’t help but notice joy at a table not too far away, waving enthusiastically at her. she lifts her hand and gives a small, non-enthusiastic wave back, chuckling to herself before joining her with food in hand. “so, how’s tonight been treating you? surprised you and your roommates aren’t decked out in matching elf costumes or something.” 

[savwrides]

theflynnriders​:

bundled up in his jacket, hands deep in his pockets, flynn really just wanted to go home. the change from day to night had brought the temperature down and a few flakes of snow had started falling from the sky - which in his eyes was a sign that it was time to call the festival quits for the day. but he knew vanellope would be upset if he left, as likely would rapunzel, so he stayed. and suffered in silence. or… sort of silence. “it’s fucking freezing,” he complains in a soft whine, turning to sav with a small pout. “how much longer do you think van expects us to stay? the whole night?” @savwrides​

it was no secret that sav hated coming to these things. the disinterested look on her face paired with a scowl is more proof than anyone really needed. but, she shows up to every single one of them in an effort to support vanellope (or rather, keep her from complaining). it wasn’t all that bad sometimes. the food was usually pretty good. but the prospect of a winter themed festival just didn’t seem appealing to sav in the slightest. “yeah, winter tends to do that flynnie.” she looks over at him out the corner of her eye, lips twisting up into a smirk. “come on. she disappeared at the last one, do you really think she’s going to want to miss a second of this?” it wasn’t her first choice either but they had to do what they had to do. “wanna grab a drink? maybe a hot chocolate will help warm you up.”

[savwrides]

jcytothewcrld​:

closed: @savwrides​ location: Festival Booths (snacks & drinks)

Joy was overwhelmed ( when wasn’t she? ). There were so many options all over the place, it was hard to decide where to start. Though when her stomach grumbled and she remembered she hadn’t had anything since breakfast, the decision was made. Heading over to the booth that was sporting some kind of mini lasagna rolls, Joy’s mouth was practically watering. Paying for a couple of them, she turned to scout out her next spot when she came face to face with something better. “Sav! I wasn’t expecting to see you here, have you tried this?” She greeted, holding up one of the rolls in question.

somehow managing to lose track of all three of the people she came with, sav finds herself wandering around the festival booths trying to bide her time until one of them pops up. in theory, she should be making more of an effort to have fun on her own but the chances of her doing any of the winter themed activities unless forced are virtually non existent if she were being honest. “joy,” sav is hardly surprised to see her here, but still manages the closest thing to a smile that most people get from her. “vanellope made me come...and then she ditched me so it’s been a ride.” she explains with a small shrug. looking down at the little lasagne rolls joy’s holding she shakes her head. “nah, i haven’t had anything other than the hot chocolate. but those look decent,” the truth was they looked good, and Sav was pleased they weren’t named something ridiculous like snowman rolls. “I’ll grab a couple and we can go eat together. sound good?”