#(All kind of transportation)

[catpeepeepoopoo]

doodling murderbot everyday until someone reads it - day 2

(this is pretty much a scene from a fic that i don’t remember unfortunately but it was about gurathins family being transphobic)

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #asshole research transport #can you tell i kind of like them #i think i might have actually gotten someone to read it on the first day #this is so awkward i have like 8 more doodles queued up #i didn’t expect this to work #btw thank you to everyone who leaves nice comments in the tags i love you all

[turtleblogatlast]

Okay since we're talking lgbt hcs for the boys, what are your pronoun hc for them? Like what pronouns do you hc for them to use?

Haha I’m pretty basic with it and just keep them he/him tbh. Leo’s the only one I really see as trans, the others I usually just see as cis.

#non au ask #Leos in general I’ve found I see this way #they got that trans feel to them y’know #it makes sense #it’s fun seeing other people’s headcanons for them all tho #transmasc Leo is also kind of a pun for me because like #his powers are TRANSportation #and he has a tendency to MASK a TON #soooo

[polite-pandemonium]

I am just somehow OBSESSED with Takeru DRIVING. Like is he a bad driver? He speeds past the gang waiting outside of Daisuke's restaurant (or the restaurant where Daisuke works, whatever), so maybe? Is that his mom's car? Or is it his car? Why does he NEED a car? What is he doing that requires him to drive? Is it going to be a plot point in the movie? Is Takeru being a BAD DRIVER going to be a plot point? I need to know.

Ken and Miyako are also visibly startled when Takeru speeds past (Miyako JUMPS!!!!), while Iori and Hikari don't even flinch. What does that say about DYNAMIC?! Are Iori and Hikari more used to Takeru's (presumably bad) driving? That would make sense, no, cause they are (canonically???) closer with him? Just such a small interaction and I can interpret so much and draw so many conclusions!!! How fun!!!

There's just something really so fun about watching characters you've loved your whole life continue to grow - to see new details about them spring up, new traits, new things to add to canon. It's the most delightful thing about the Digimon Adventure franchise to me. Sure, the stories they have told over the last decade have mostly been all various shades of mediocre, but the character moments - goodness, the character moments just don't hit the same in any other media for me. It's so special to me.

ETA: WAIT, looking at the screencap, Iori looks slightly concerned. Only Hikari looks calm (though she does turn her whole body to look at the car once it stops). Does this mean HIKARI is the only one comfortable with his driving? Cause Hikari is closest to him? (I don't even think their closeness is something that is debatable - I feel like it is PRETTY CANON that they are closest with each other???????????)

HERE'S HOW TAKARI CAN STILL WIN.

#if anyone wants to talk about Takeru DRIVING please DM me lmaooo #I think a big reason about why I am obsessed with it is because when I write/wrote Digimon fanfic #I was always VERY CAREFUL to make sure the characters took transit or walked places #motor vehicle ownership is very low in Japan and I want to make my fics feel as real as possible while still being fanfiction #so it wouldn't make sense for any of the Chosen to drive #SO TAKERU DRIVING???? #IS SENDING ME TO ANOTHER LEVEL #if only for the TRANSPORTATION POSSIBILITIES it will open up for me when/if I ever finish writing something again #also - car conversations #car intimacy #SO MANY THINGS TO CONSIDER #I'm done #I'm going to bed #I'm really bored cause I am leaving for vacation in ten days and so are all my friends #so the thing about going on vacation with the people you hang out with a lot is that everyone is preparing to go on vacation at the same ti #so everyone is the same kind and amount of busy #the last minute errands and appointments and wrapping up work and getting ready to abandon your regularly scheduled life for two weeks kind #so I'm....not doing much lately lol #hence my losing it over this #digimon

[pansyfemme]

yeah so regarding the shit ive been posting about lately: i am safe, i am okay, im staying with family for a little while until its safe to return to school and move dorms. i appriciate all the support and its been a really tough few weeks, but im really trying my best to keep my head up. i love you all.

#im very lucky in that my grandmother lives in a city that i can get to entirely through public transport #its still like a two hour commute with switching trains and stuff but its something i can do immediatly so i was able to drop everything as #soon as i made the descion with my parents and therapist. #this is kind of the best possible choice in keeping myself safe. its just also perhaps the scariest and hardest option. its not the worst #case scenario its the nightmare scenario. im still wrapping my head around all this #i was pretty far in denial about just how bad things were but this is really all i can do

[tadc-ragatha]

So we know from Jax's line that he also freaked the fuck out when he got transported to the DC. I mean, obvious, but I think it's interesting how he's allowed to panic (or maybe he thinks it was stupid of him to do so?) but when Pomni does it's something to be mocked.

#amy's originals #i can't wait to see him have a breakdown #(/affectionate) #(kind of) #(depends on how bad he really gets) #id like to see his transition from freaking out over being transported to the digital circus to his bullying #i think his behaviour is a coping mechanism #he doesn't want to face reality so he is just a dick to everyone instead #also the line is something like “we've all been there” when Pomni's trying to take off her “headset” #swearing tw #tadc jax #jax tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc

[becca-e-barnes]

Hey lovely! I love your work so much honestly you’re absolutely amazing! I was just wondering if you’d ever write anything for sbf!bucky again? I re read your work about him all the time and I’m a little bit of a whore for him 😅 no pressure whatsoever, it’s just that sweet baby has my heart 🥺

Sbf!Bucky has been really heavily requested recently and now I feel like I've been neglecting him 😩 I really enjoy writing him and it lets me dabble in my dream of being a milf some day

But I feel like he has a real sweet tooth. He's a dessert guy, 110%. Not like your husband or your son.

From the very first Sunday that your son brought Bucky over for dinner, he's been so into your desserts because a good dessert is something he's really missed during his last couple of years at college. It doesn't even really matter what you make, every week he tells you it's even better than whatever you made the Sunday before.

The store bought, dry cakes he sometimes treats himself to don't even come close to the fluffy sponges you make for him. He tells you your lemon meringue is better than the one his aunt used to make and your pies are probably a cure for sadness. He exaggerates but at least he sounds sincere.

And it's nice. It's nice that he appreciates your effort. It's nice that your desserts actually get eaten and enjoyed. It's nice that you're not sitting at the dinner table alone after lunch. Company is nice. Compliments are nice.

"I know it's late but I don't want you to think I'd forgotten." You made yourself busy in the kitchen, talking a little louder so Bucky could still hear you in the dining room. He usually helped you plate up dessert but not today.

"What are you talking about?" Bless him, he sounded so confused. "I can give you a hand if you like?"

"No, it's okay. Close your eyes." You thought your instruction was clear enough but Bucky still protested.

"Just close your eyes, Buck." You could've sworn you felt him raise his eyebrows but he did as he was told anyway.

You set the plate in front of him and laid a little dessert fork above his placemat. "I know your birthday was last Tuesday but I thought we could still celebrate it today. You're only 24 once." Bucky opened his eyes to the most mouth watering slice of chocolate cake he swore he'd ever seen in his life.

Two thick layers of moist chocolate sponge with a rich chocolate icing in between. The cake must have been heated for a couple of minutes, making the icing warm enough to make the layers slide slightly. Thick, warm chocolate sauce rolled down the sides, taking with it a light dusting of powdered sugar, almost washing away the single lit birthday candle. The plate was decorated with a perfect scoop of cool vanilla ice cream and some fresh strawberries, left overnight in a teaspoonful of sugar to draw out their juice.

"You didn't need to make a whole cake just for me!" His genuine excitement was heartwarming, quickly blowing out his candle before wax melted onto his dessert.

"Sweetheart, I make a whole cake just for you every week. Happy birthday." You lifted the little dessert fork, slicing through the sponge with it, making sure to add a little ice cream and a slice of strawberry before raising it to his lips.

You could swear he actually moans when the cake passes his lips. He makes the same noise at dessert every Sunday and you swear you never get tired of hearing it. It's so close to the noise he makes when he first sinks inside you and God, that sound is beautiful.

Your foot grazes his leg, gently but deliberately and there's a battle going on behind those eyes when he takes the fork from his own mouth. On one hand, your husband is in the next room, sitting beside your son, Bucky's best friend. On the other hand, Bucky needs you to know how much he appreciates this. Appreciates you. And if he's honest with himself, your husband and son being so close has never stopped him before.

"Fuck, you've ruined me." He groans, pressing his lips to yours in a hurry. Somehow you manage to stifle your surprise, catching up when he presses you back onto the dining room table.

"You and those fucking desserts. It's not fair. You get me half hard during dinner and then you feed me the best chocolate cake I've ever had? Do you know how unfair that is?" His hands are all over you, pulling your skirt up in between frantic kisses.

The chocolate cake is all but forgotten, the ice-cream left to melt while Bucky kisses your neck before he tugs your panties off, tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #sbf!bucky #son's best friend!bucky #I am not a dessert girlie at all #I haven't reread my own sbf!bucky stuff in months I should do that #he's so fun to write for #for anyone following the 'becca buys a house' saga #I went to see the house I liked last week and it's not for me #the street was kind of noisy and I just know it would freak me out 😭 #I have a viewing booked for a house on Wednesday night #it's in a really quiet area a bit closer to home but I'm not sure I love the property #and it's probably not likely to increase much in value #might cancel that viewing tbh #because I found one this afternoon that I'm really excited about #I love the area #I'm going to book a viewing on Monday but it looks like I could walk straight into it #loads of potential too #pretty good location for public transport #off street parking for my car #the kitchen has a cute little built in wine cooler 🥺 #and the most exciting part imo: THE BACK GARDEN IS FAKE GRASS #I'D NEVER NEED TO CUT THE GRASS #I don't know why that excited me so much but it really did #fingers crossed it's not like the last one!! #tw: food #tw: food mention #tw: cheating

[supermanshield]

Superman (1987) #3

#clark kent #clark's impeccable sense of fashion #those are omega beams following him and he gets transported to apocalypse #but he looks good doing it #what i remember from this arc was all kinds of horrible #ugh byrne clark #at least john byrne gave him the round glasses which i like

[torchickentacos]

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#and what if I say that a lot of the people who advocate for trains and walkable cities #like the suuuuper staunch hardcore people about it. not average people #need to factor disabled people in #not vagueing anyone specific!!!! I promise I’m being general here and not shady! /genuine #but I think if we think about train utopia or public transportation utopia #you better be considering the people who can’t walk to bus stops #you better be considering bench placements in your walkable cities #what about those of us who are the kind of people who use cars to be dropped off as close to buildings as possible for less walking? #not being shady!!! also VERY PRO TRAIN MYSELF just saying we gotta be pro disability too #like do not take this as me being anti better transportation. I’m not!!! I’m very all for it #but like. just factor us into your utopia #a utopia without disabled people is… not great sldkskfkfkfkfj

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

They learn quickly that the monsters are sensitive to sound.

He gets used to talking quietly. To always watch his step and always be aware of his surroundings. Someone had the idea to raid the schools and communicate exclusively using blackboard and chalk. Hawkins has never been so silent, but that doesn't bother him too much. He grew up in the silence, after all.

What bothers him is that his hands won't stop trembling. He never had the prettiest handwriting, but the chicken scratch he produces now is barely readable. Worse, he needs for-fucking-ever to write even a single word, only for it to not even look like english half the time.

He and Robin can communicate without words - he is truly convinced that they are living proof that soulmates are a thing - but with everyone else he has to struggle with the chalk, until he just gives up and starts talking less and less. If he died because he took too long writing smalltalk or pleasantries on the blackboard he would never live it down. He tries to convince himself that the grizzled-cool-silent-type suits him. With moderate success.

Although the whole town was literally transported into a different dimension, all adults seem to maintain a silent agreement to continue on as if nothing is wrong. They still go to work and they still need to pay for groceries and the holes and cracks in the streets are nothing more than inconveniences. He even overhears someone complaining about those, once. As if everything would be fine if the holes were only filled with cement. (oh gee, he wonders - silently as always, why did we never try that genius idea the last three times the upside down made an unwelcome visit). The only shop that has escaped the clutches of capitalism is the weapons shop.

He can somewhat understand it, the need to pretend that everything is fine. That it was all some collective nightmare that will fade with the dullness of day-to-day life. Doesn't mean he can't hate it. Though he doesn't take it as hard as the rest of the party.

It makes sense if you think about it. Robin, Nancy, the shitheads - they are smart, they could all actually go somewhere, do something with their lives. But him? Steve Harrington never had much of a future anyway, and his chances of making it out of this godforsaken town were always miniscule. No. What honestly bothers him more are his hands that won't stop shaking. You can't use a gun if you are unable to hold still and aim. You have a harder time being fast and quiet when everything takes twice as long if you don't want to drop anything. Even his beloved bat becomes less reliable, the swings weaker and his actual target always a few centimeters off. So yeah, his trembling hands are fucking inconvenient.

Gas and Water and Electricity stopped working. The first few months all of Hawkins stinks of rotting food until some teacher has the grandiose idea of distributing history books. This has the added bonus of giving everyone something to do that isn't "pretending not to be under constant panic". Water filters get classified under "weaponry" so that everyone has access without the mayor having to change the law again.

Once more, he doesn't mind too much. The only reason he used to turn on the TV was to feel less alone, and now the rest of the party basically lives in his house. He doesn't even mind having to walk the entire way to and from the lake while carrying buckets full of water: he will always be a jock at heart, and it is a great way to work out and be useful at the same time. His biggest complaint is once again his fucking hands. Water is precious, but his stupid arm won't stay still and it keeps spilling out of the bucket. Every lost drip feels like a stab in his heart, and the only reason he doesn't cry is because that would be an even bigger waste of water.

But the most stupid and embarrassing part is that this isn't even his first rodeo. He has been here before, he knows what it is like. Everyone else is living the same situations that he is. And still, his hands are the only ones that won't fucking stop trembling.

#most ppl in hawkins would be the type to continue their lives normally and refuse to wear masks during lockdown #so i applied the same logic to the apocalypse <3 #this goes out to all the awesome ppl who have the same problem #lemme tell you writing the first draft kf this was an absolute nightmare #like there are a lot of reasons im not the biggest fan of vol 2 #(besides eddie dying obvs) #but one thing i did find very cool is how the whole town got transported into the upside down #its fun to think about what that could mean for hawkins and the people there #in case it wasnt clear this is kind of an au where they just have to continue living in the upside down #you can choose if they ever make it back #or if eddie died or got turned into a vamp or whatever #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington drabble #stranger things drabble #pen. #stranger things spoilers #st s4 #st season 4

[hyunpic]

AHHHHHHHH 🩷😭

#A WHOLE DOCUSERIES CRYING #i watched the trailer and was transported back to the audience like i got the same #butterfly kind of nervy feeling in my tummy and all #mp

[funnierasafictive]

If ur last source memories were ur death are u. an isekai protag.

maybe the real isekai was the system along the way

#HM. we are all isekai protagonists #<- has never seen one in her life #from susie #also i just looked it up and theres 2 kinds? #1 is just defined as a transported or transition to another world #which as a fictive or insourced oerson thata just how Life Is #and then 2. reincarnation into another world #looks @ Chara and Sal #heyyy #ask #anon #death #unreality

[pink-spaceturtle5]

In a fucking glorious turn of events, my weed pen is working again

#it has been. one fuck of a day #at least the ppl I work for at very kind and reasonable and understanding about my car having issues #the baby was very fussy and I am so exhausted from walking #it definitely is not tenable for me to take the bus entirely both ways from work #I'm gonna have to call a Lyft after the first bus bc Ho Lee Shit public transport needs better funding and more options #also I still need to buy groceries and pick up my meds AND finish my hw before I can even relax at home #I'm gonna do as much hw as I can on the bus but it's getting too dark out to do it at the stops #at least the immediately upcoming bus was comfy this morning #and also Rubie is back in business #hazard to my lungs tho she may be at least she doesn't carry nicotine #that's one of many addiction roads I definitely want to avoid going down. among like. literally everything else #1 chemical crutch is all I need to depend upon #also as fussy as he was towards the end the work baby was very cute and silly and cuddly today so that was nice #and I do enjoy the dark #lmao I can feel the dab kicking in

[rickktish]

Maybe it's because I'm a product of my time and place, idk, but sometimes the anti-car posts I see come across my feed get to me in a silly and purely emotional way. Because as much as I love the idea of implementing better public transit, both for the sake of the environment and for the impact it would have on citizen's wallets, I actually know that I personally would almost never use it.

Both for practical reasons, since my work covers an extremely broad area and I frequently drive over a hundred miles each way to and from work in a day, but also because my car is a part of my support system. It's a marker of my independence and ability to care for and provide for myself in spite of the fact that I can't live on my own. It's a safe space that belongs to me and isn't limited by someone else's ownership or control over that space. I bought it with my money, and I pay all the insurance and gas and repair costs. When I'm exhausted and feel alone and trapped I can literally just get in and go anywhere, and I don't have to worry about having a panic attack because someone can see me or hear me breathing or be annoyed that I'm taking up space, because it's my space and only mine alone. Sometimes that means driving around the block to the local park, sometimes that means going two or three miles to a grocery store, and sometimes that means picking a road and just driving in a straight line until I feel less crazy again, but none of that would be possible without my car.

I used to walk 20k+ steps in a day, and when I could do that maybe I could go on a walk to clear my head instead, but for the last three years going more than 3k steps in a single day means I have to spend the next day in bed recovering.

And yes, driving-- especially driving stick, which I prefer massively over automatic-- has its own toll. Today I wasn't able to drive the four hours each way it takes to go visit my brother at school like I had hoped because I drove two hours each way to work yesterday.

But because I spent yesterday driving, I got to spend today getting things done that I wouldn't be able to do otherwise. Today I walked around the kitchen to make myself food. I worked on daily tasks like cleaning and organizing, hell, I ate more than one meal today because I could actually get out of bed to do so. I can't do that on a day after I've had to walk around a lot.

If I lived in one of the "walkable" communities that have been cropping up all over my area, I would need to get myself a wheelchair to achieve the same level of independence I currently have, and likely still have less of it because I would need to plan around a whole different kind of fatigue from buying groceries or spending time with friends than I currently deal with. Driving five minutes to the store and spending a thousand steps there leaves me with more steps for things like showering and making dinner than walking five minutes to the store would, and that's so important to me. It's necessary in order for me to have the quality of life that I do, even as limited as I am by my body. I may not be able to work full time, but at least I can spend three days of my week doing a job that I love and value because I don't have to plan around distance from bus stops or adding public transit time to my already-fucked sleep schedule.

I don't know. Mostly I think I get a little bit tired of the posts that spend so much time denouncing the evils of personal cars and declaring that we have to replace them with public transit because I honestly think that ideally, we ought to plan for both. Public transit works really well for people living close together who don't go very far, and that needs to be supported better than it is in most places at present. It's also really good for people who need to go relatively far away at predictable and plannable times. But we shouldn't dismiss cars wholesale as evil; we need to try to strike a balance, for the sake of those whose lives or jobs aren't predictable and plannable, and for those who don't or can't live in communities structured for "walkability."

#rick's rambles #rick’s originals #chronic pain #public transit #public transport woes #personal transit has a very important place in my heart #part of me feels like this might qualify as an unpopular opinion #if only because of the kind of opinions I typically see on my dash #but also maybe not #walkable cities #are all well and good for those who can walk #or stand #or be upright for a number of hours not limited by their health #i've had to navigate a few of them for work on occasion #and i've never felt more disabled more consistently than when trying to get around walkable infrastructure

[sleepy-stitches]

they should invent a mother that isnt mad at me

#in the interest of fairness i will disclose that it is entirely my fault for not disclosing i was going out #and then asking for a ride home at 7:45pm because i forgot it was a public holiday so buses are weird #but in my defence: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ^-^ #ough in other news i have to obtain some kind of transport payment card for when i travel in a week or two #because. and not to sound like a total asshole nsw resident here. but my stupid fuckass opal card isnt a standard across all states. dumb #but i am going to have to catch a bus at some point if not also a tram so. i have to sort that. get one mailed to me probably #tasks for tomorrow when im not literally passing out #original post placeholder tag

[jigo-ku]

I'm so afraid to travel ;A;

#after the murderous train in my country im afraid of all kind of transportation #my heart is beating so fast rn and i feel like i cant move #i packed too many clothes bc i got anxious

[unicarcass]

gonna go out into the woods to scream as loud as i can brb

#dave.txt #for all intents and purposes this is a joke we dont have that kind of transportation