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[bassiter]

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Landslide by Fleetwood Mac except it’s playing through your car’s old radio cassette player as you drive alone through the desert at night. As far as you can tell, the nearest human life has got to be wherever that distant thunder is rolling in.

requested by @kawaiidesuyolo

[carriecourogen]

fuck me UP

[spacelordmf]

Mad Max

[meridelclarke]

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story. 

Historical AU 

Royal AU 

Modern AU 

Coffee Shop AU 

Bar/Restaurant AU 

Bookshop AU 

Florist AU  

Hospital AU 

Dance AU 

Airport/Travel AU 

Neighbour AU 

Roommate AU 

Detective AU 

Bodyguard AU 

Criminal AU 

Prison AU 

War AU 

Circus AU 

Summer Camp AU 

Teacher AU 

Dystopian AU 

Space AU 

Performer AU 

Soulmate AU 

Fairy Tale AU 

Massage Fic  

Sick/Injured Fic 

Proposal Fic  

Wedding Fic  

Holiday Fic  

Birthday Fic 

Pregnancy Fic  

Baby Fic 

Vacation Fic  

Bathtub Fic 

Text/Letter Fic 

Coming Out Fic   

Grief Fic  

Survival/Wilderness Fic  

Almost Kiss 

First Kiss 

The Big Damn Kiss 

Dance of Romance  

Flowers of Romance 

Chocolate of Romance  

Blind Date  

Not a Date  

Fake Dating 

Fake Married 

Arranged Marriage  

Accidentally Married 

Marriage of Convenience 

Mutual Pining 

Secret Relationship  

Established Relationship 

Awful First Meeting 

Forgotten First Meeting  

Accidental Eavesdropping  

Interrupted Declaration of Love 

Poorly Timed Confession 

Love Confession 

Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)  

Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

Star Crossed Lovers  

It’s Not You, It’s Me 

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies  

Character in Peril 

Heroic Sacrifice 

Flirting Under Fire 

Locked in a Room 

Twenty-Four Hours to Live  

Stranded on A Desert Island 

Stranded Due to Inclement Weather 

Huddling for Warmth 

Bed Sharing  

Did They or Didn’t They? 

In Vino Veritas  

Above the Influence  

Anger Born of Worry  

Green-Eyed Epiphany  

The Missus and the Ex 

Second Love  

Intimate Artistry  

Married to the Job  

Innocent Physical Contact 

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On 

Aroused By Her Voice  

Erotic Dreams 

First Time 

Unexpected Virgin 

PWP 

Kink 

Makeovers 

Hair Brushing/Braiding 

Sleep Intimacy 

Scars  

Time Travel  

Curses 

Magical Accidents 

Accidentally Saving the Day   

[wodensskadi]

Gimme gimme! I could use the exercise!

[boxadraws]

Last of the V8_Max Rockatansky

[impeartorachilles]

Commission finally done for @theoutcrier

[theoutcrier]

!!!!!!!! My boy!!!!!!

[theoutcrier]

Taking a small break from deck duty

Almost ready...

[theoutcrier]

BITCH FUCK ME UP

[theoutcrier]

Helped my dad build a base for a deck, god damn it’s hot outside

[main-force-patrol]

yeah so I went to r/targetedshirts and picked out some for mad max characters

[joaniethegirl]

[hellionpolecat]

theoutcrier:

Caught in the Headlights

He nodded and plucked a different pistol from the gun pile and handed it to Mearl. He went back to cleaning and putting the other gun together as he watched her, sometimes giving pointers and additional info on who’s gun she had. “Piston’s an ass, but he keeps a gun well enough! Rare his pistol ends up ‘ere, hehe.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

[theoutcrier]

Feeling her hand on his was almost surreal at that moment. Gatt smiled down at their hands and gently curled his fingers. Grease-stained and rugged as they were from the gun repairs, he was happy for the contact.

Everyone who had a brain in them knew Warboys were mostly contact driven when it came to becoming close to another person. Sleeping in one place, slaps or tussles, an occasional hug for a split second- all touch was precious. For a Warboy who had been ostracized from touch, Gatt was starved for it. He gently lay his other hand over hers and patted it, “Yer a- what did the old world people say? Yer a real peach.” He chuckled.

[hellionpolecat]

theoutcrier:

Caught in the Headlights

He nodded and plucked a different pistol from the gun pile and handed it to Mearl. He went back to cleaning and putting the other gun together as he watched her, sometimes giving pointers and additional info on who’s gun she had. “Piston’s an ass, but he keeps a gun well enough! Rare his pistol ends up ‘ere, hehe.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

[theoutcrier]

The Warboy listened intently, trying to understand what was being said in the way it was meant too. So there was an..Oma, and she was special to Mearl. The necklace is a symbol of that and there is loss. “I miss too- Shotty, I mean. I miss Shotty... Maybe he was like yer Oma? I don’t ‘member nobody b’fore Shotty. Juss looked up and saw ‘im.”

Gatt nods once more, digging in his deep pant pockets for something. He grumbled when he can’t seem to find what he was looking for. “I had a thing from Shotty...but I can’t find it..” His brows furrowed but he didn’t do much else, having already gone partially numb towards those memories.

[hellionpolecat]

theoutcrier:

Caught in the Headlights

He nodded and plucked a different pistol from the gun pile and handed it to Mearl. He went back to cleaning and putting the other gun together as he watched her, sometimes giving pointers and additional info on who’s gun she had. “Piston’s an ass, but he keeps a gun well enough! Rare his pistol ends up ‘ere, hehe.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

[theoutcrier]

Gatt smiled softly as he listened to her and worked on the guns steadily. He nodded his head, “Ye, I undastand havin’ a shower around. Mine was named Bloodshot, or Shotty, went by both really. He was my initiate brother. Long gone now, drained dry after his leg got hacked off by Top Dogs an fed to tha ferals. Schrapnel was a good frienda mine an’ Shotty’s...not so much anymore.”

When though the hurt in his chest was there, Gatt enjoyed chatting with Mearl. Most warboys were into car parts and talking dirty, rarely ever about just general things, info things or feeling things. It felt good to talk about Shotty after years of trying to forget about what happened him.

[hellionpolecat]

theoutcrier:

Caught in the Headlights

He nodded and plucked a different pistol from the gun pile and handed it to Mearl. He went back to cleaning and putting the other gun together as he watched her, sometimes giving pointers and additional info on who’s gun she had. “Piston’s an ass, but he keeps a gun well enough! Rare his pistol ends up ‘ere, hehe.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

[theoutcrier]

Now it was the large Warboy’s turn to blush. He pursed his lip and looked down at the guns to avoid fixating on his heating cheeks. God dammit those freckles were adorable! Mearl didn’t cover them up with all the warpaint most Warboy’s dose themselves in and...he had to admit that it was nice. Gatt never thought he’d have a thing for such small features but having seen her freckles up close earlier that morning it was hard to ignore the adorable tan speckles as she tied her hair back.

Again his chest lurched with a surge of selfishness but he quelled it by repeating to himself that they were coming to get her for sure now. No use getting attached.. remember..shrapnel..

[hellionpolecat]

theoutcrier:

Caught in the Headlights

He nodded and plucked a different pistol from the gun pile and handed it to Mearl. He went back to cleaning and putting the other gun together as he watched her, sometimes giving pointers and additional info on who’s gun she had. “Piston’s an ass, but he keeps a gun well enough! Rare his pistol ends up ‘ere, hehe.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

[theoutcrier]

The Warboy could hear the disappointment in her voice and sympathized with her. It was hard to be away from where you were stationed- where you have people who care for you. He got up and gently put a large hand on her shoulder, rubbing her neck between his thumb and forefinger for a moment before drawing away. It was a simple gesture, but it was one he knew made him feel better when he was stressed.

“Y’see? They comin’ back. Care enough ta send a message to ya so they for sure comin soon.” He smiled down encouragingly to Mearl, “Yer in good hands, promise ya that. You’ll be safe till they get back.”

[hellionpolecat]

theoutcrier:

Caught in the Headlights

He nodded and plucked a different pistol from the gun pile and handed it to Mearl. He went back to cleaning and putting the other gun together as he watched her, sometimes giving pointers and additional info on who’s gun she had. “Piston’s an ass, but he keeps a gun well enough! Rare his pistol ends up ‘ere, hehe.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

[theoutcrier]

Gatt nods and hands her a small stack of busted pistols, “Y’already gotta workload, haha. Them otha boys seen ya workin w’me so I got more than I can handle fer once!” He chuckles as he starts up on his own pile of firearms, leaving the rest of the grenade lesson for a later time.