I CREATE FEELINGS IN OTHERS THEY THEMSELVES DONT UNDERSTAND

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[testmeyouwillfail]

John Cho at 2017 Sci-Tech Awards (x)

[cxrrera]

@stxckers

SHE LAID BESIDE MCQUEEN as she listened to crickets that night, chirping away and creating a song for Radiator Springs.  All it’s own.  She took a deep sigh, and looked over at him, wondering what he could possibly be thinking as he lied there.  It was too dark to see where his eyes were at; if they were closed, or if they were staring off and he was in some kind of deep thought.  “—Stickers?”  She wound up whispering.

She came off her back, and propped herself on her side.  Her hand held up her head, and her elbow leaned against her pillow.  Her apartment was right within the Cozy Cone, and looked like everything else.  Patterned cones along the wall, decorations of imagery that all had to do with vehicles or Route 66 in one way or another.  Not that you could see any of that with the light of the moon barely slipping through her orange curtains.

“I want to ask you something,”  She continued.  She could feel herself shake a little bit.  This was a rough question to even consider asking, and she honestly couldn’t expect what he would say.  McQueen was unpredictable at times, and wasn’t always the most open individual.  She couldn’t always read him — try as she might.  She could find out, right here and now, that he didn’t have as strong of feelings for her as she thought; that maybe he wanted to end it.  That thought left knots in her stomach, but she asked him anyway.  She had to.

“—What are your thoughts about marriage?”

[stxckers]

@cxrrera

     Well, if he wasn’t awake before, he certainly was now.      It had been a long day of working out, practicing lap times, meetings with his team manager, scheduling appearances, and he still had to save time for dinner with Sally at Flo’s. There was nothing he wanted more than to crawl into some caution cone-patterned sheets, close his eyes, and race off to dreamland.      Sally, apparently, had other ideas.      He felt her shift in bed and he sat up on his elbow to match her. Lightning could just see her blonde hair and pale skin silhouetted in the desert moonlight.       The two spent what, to Lightning, felt like an eternity staring at space between them. How do you answer a question like that? To tell the truth, he hadn’t thought a thing about marriage; he’d just assumed he and Sally would be together forever. Did they really need a fancy ceremony to prove it?      Did they really need rings? A big party? Who would even officiate it? Ramone would design his tux, obviously, but who would cater? Probably Luigi-- those Italians really knew their food. Or Flo would cater, Luigi would supply the music, Red could do the flowers--      Lightning shook himself out of his thoughts when he realized he’d been silent for too long.      “It’s uh...” he mumbled into the darkness, “I think it’s okay.”

[megexpress]

From this moment, everything will change.

[commonwealth-commoners]

😍 (stxckers)

[[these are all winding up as gifs im sorry lads 

vroom vroom…]] 

[wildandwild]

What is a typical day like for you? —  Start with coffee, end with red wine. The middle part varies.

[destinyislandscutestgirl-blog]

The 9th icon in your folder is your muse's "I fucked up" face

[stxckers]

[cxrrera]

                            “–You want to …” Sally began to laugh at the suggestion, hand going through her hair. The thought kinda made her embarrassed; her cheeks flushed red just a little. “You just want me to be your high school dream girl,” Sally called out, shoving McQueen, playfully. She shook her head. Well, it was a little better than her Porsche risking a fatal crash at the hands of a race car driver …

                           “All right …” Sally threw her hands up in defeat. “I’ll go out and boy a leather jacket and we’ll do that,” She told McQueen. “It’s a nice compromise, I suppose …” She made a slight face at him, clearly joking along.

[stxckers]

     “I know how hard it’ll be for you to dress up in a poodle skirt and hang on my arm all day,” Lightning snickered, “but somehow, you’ll endure.” He put on a mock-serious face, but couldn’t hold it for more than a second and burst out laughing. He couldn’t help it-- her happiness was contagious.      “Anyway, just make Mater dress up as Stanley. He’s already got the teeth down,” Lightning snickered. Actually, he was surprised Mater hadn’t already volunteered; he loved this community stuff. 

[stxckers]

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[testmeyouwillfail]

[flawlessgentlemen]

You know, I always root for the older athlete. I root for the second album. I root for solo careers after the rock star breaks the band apart.

[stxckers]

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[stxckers]

(⚡ooc: I’m planning on putting out a starter call sometime soon! I’m sticking to my primary muse (Lightning) for now, but if anyone has any interest in my secondary muse (Merlin), let me know!)

[flawlessgentlemen]

When I was starting out, it was really hard. I tried to do things like turn down auditions I thought were stereotypical. That sort of thing, small as it was, was difficult. Now it seems like I don’t even have to make those decisions anymore. People understand what I do.

[testmeyouwillfail]

[chappellandtheroans]

In case anyone was wondering what an abandoned Cars Land looks like around 6AM.

[emmydeactivated-deactivated2017]

@JohnTheCho: Stop turning Asian roles white. It’s bullshit and we all know it.

[cxrrera]

                      Her hand covered her mouth as McQueen spoke, laughing as he went on. About the pamphlet that Sally had written (which was 100% true), and of course she had an interesting lecture on the smuggling of illegal substances (just wait until McQueen heard about her high school days), and she laughed even harder when the book of men came up. Yeah. Okay. Sally maybe didn’t go so far as to “enjoy herself” in that way (too boring when done on your lonesome as far as she was concerned), but she did quite like the book.  Men were an unfortunate weakness.

                     “—My fingers aren’t that dainty—“ She looked at him quizzically, then looked down to inspect her hands, and then looked up at McQueen when his BIG REVEAL came. What had he learned that she hadn’t? Surely nothing …

                                           —He had.

                     Sally’s eyes grew.  She looked at the books, listening to McQueen, but her attention divided. This was AMAZING. It was truly things she had never laid eyes on. Her eyebrows rose and her mouth opened wide …she gasped a few times as McQueen spoke, looking at him and the pages she fumbled with, absolutely astonished.  She couldn’t believe it, and her heart began to race. She thought she knew everything she possibly could’ve about this little town that she loved so much, and as it would turn out, she didn’t. Once again, there was another layer to the town, and Sally was floored.

                     “Stickers—! Stickers, I can’t believe all this! Look at it!” She didn’t even think about the bet, or about the fact that McQueen was now given permission to drive her precious Porsche. None of that mattered now. Not in the least.

                     “—Keys in a minute,” Sally said, grabbing his face. “Come here for a second.” She placed a quick peck right on McQueen’s lips as she smiled from ear to ear. “I can’t believe you found all this! I really have to thank you, which I guess the car ride can be a thanks, but …I’m amazed. Truly, truly amazed!”

[stxckers]

     “Yeah, I know I said I’d find a million and one things about this town, but I guess a million’ll have to d-- mpf!” Lightning exclaimed as he was pulled down into a kiss. When Sally pulled away, he was grinning like a fool.      As he watched her rifle through the papers and books like a kid at Christmas, he felt a rare warmth spread in his chest. She was smiling brighter than the track lights at Daytona and she was impressed with him. He’d done something worth-while for once, and it always surprised him how good that felt.       But he wasn’t done being obnoxious yet.      “So, I was thinking,” he began, wrapping an arm around Sally’s shoulders, “about this bet of ours. I know how badly you want to see me rip up the road with your Porsche, but it has to be in decent shape for Historical Day, right?”      He went in for a peck on Sally’s cheek. “So I’ll cut you a break. I won’t abuse that lovely little 997 flat 6, as much as I’d love to. I will, however, exchange it for something else.”      Lightning let go of Sally to lean against her desk. “I’ll dress up for your little shindig, but not like that.” He nudged the dressbox containing “Stanley’s” suit to the edge of the desk. “And you’ve gotta dress up, too. You did lose the bet after all.”      He wore a sly grin. “I want to dress up as greasers.”