#Car Speedometer

[good-morzan-inheritance-cycle]

Thank GOD my car is falling apart right now, because I made the bad choice of signing up for a rewards program at my barns and noble and they’re having a sale for 50% off hardcovers and I saw Murtaugh last time I was there.

Driving, money, and books do not make a responsible wallet owner.

[boxboxluckybird]

i was going to let my friend drive my car to richmond with me- but when they got into my driver’s seat- they FUCKING ASKED WHERE THE SPEEDOMETER WAS!!!!! like huh?! the fuck you mean you can’t read a speedometer?!

then i learned that their car only has the numbers- wait let me find pictures to explain

THE NEW ONE STILL HAS THE DIALS BUT THE FACT THAT THE NUMBER IS JUST SHOWN OFTEN IN THE EXACT NUMBER IS CHEATING

[dannysboi]

I can't get into too many details for privacy reasons but my cars got some quirks and I love her the more I drive her

Shes 40+ years old

Haveta pop the hood to turn it off. Every. Single. Time.

Sometimes the electronics stop working while driving. Usually its just the windows, sometimes its Everything. This does not stop me from getting to my destinations as she just. Keeps going. (I know hand signals from my time time in boy scouts) I just replace some fuses and I can roll down my windows again 🤠

When attempting to lock the doors, pushing down one lock will oftentimes cause another door to unlock. Its some real life looneytoons shit

Really bouncy seats :3

Hadta look up when air bags were invented cause I wasn't sure if she had any (she does)

[your-neighbor-bear]

If they didn't want us to drive that fast then they shouldn't have made cars capable of going that fast

[the-starlight-papers]

I’m not forklift certified at my new job (yet)

But I am trained to drive brand new cars around the lot right after they get off the production line.

(Most of that training was basically just “don’t speed,” “honk whenever you move the car,” and “don’t drive the cars in the service lot that are labeled NO BRAKES”)

[howtobeamagicalgirl]

Got a fancy new rental car that has a push-button start instead of a key and it took me forever to find the fucking button to turn it off 😑

[avid-idiot]

Sometimes, I think I'm doing poorly but then remember I once got into a barely functioning ute with ammonia and bleach personified.

[superkilometerfilter]

What Does the Odometer Gauge Indicate in Cars? Difference Between Odometer and Speedometer Gauge

An odometer gauge is a critical part of a car’s dashboard that displays helpful data about the vehicle’s miles to drivers. People may mix an odometer and a speedometer since they are usually located close to each other. However, they serve quite distinct tasks and are both immensely needed. In coordination, they provide valuable data that helps follow maintenance guidelines, assess the car’s valuation, and guarantee safe driving. This article will tell you more about the odometer, its purposes, and how it differs from the speedometer gauge.

What Does the Odometer Gauge Indicate?

The odometer indicates the total mileage a vehicle has traveled throughout its lifespan. Depending on the country and car model, this data is usually displayed on the control panel in miles or kilometers. Odometers play a key role in vehicle maintenance, calculating an automobile’s resale value and tracking fuel efficiency metrics. They constantly record miles and add new distances to the existing data. As a result, the mileage recorded on the odometer is continually increasing. In contrast with a vehicle speedometer gauge, the odometer is required for warranty coverage, as many companies calculate the final agreements based on total mileage. Additionally, odometer showing is used in legal documents such as automobile registration and insurance policies. Therefore, car miles are much more than a distance measuring numbers. They reveal crucial information and can be used in various ways.

Odometer VS Speedometer: Similarities and Differences

At first glance, the odometer and speedometer might seem similar, but these two dashboard instruments play very different roles in your driving experience. The odometer gauge is the lifetime mileage tracker on your car. It meticulously logs every mile driven by your vehicle as soon as it leaves the factory. Think of it as the silent track record that has been written throughout the years. The speedometer, on the other hand, prioritizes the present moment. It provides real-time feedback on your current speed, allowing you to stay under speed restrictions and drive safely. Both instruments deal with distance but from different perspectives. The odometer records mileage over time, whereas the speedometer counts the distance traveled per unit of time. For example, your odometer might read 100,000 miles, highlighting years of adventures, while your speedometer might read 70 mph, indicating your current speed on the road. Understanding both is critical for several reasons. The odometer reading influences your car’s maintenance schedule and resale value, while the speedometer helps you follow traffic regulations and adjust your driving to road conditions. Together, they paint a complete picture of your vehicle’s historical and present performance.

Odometer vs. Trip Meter: What’s the Difference?

Odometers and trip meters serve different functions and have unique characteristics. Here are the major differences: Odometer:

Measures total miles covered by an automobile

Cannot be reset (legally)

Helps in maintenance scheduling and determining vehicle value

Typically displays six or seven digits

Crucial for analyzing vehicle history and resale value

Often linked to the vehicle’s computer system for accuracy

Trip Meter:

Measures distance for a specific trip or short period

Can be quickly reset at any time

Useful for tracking fuel efficiency, navigation, and expense reporting

Displays fewer digits than the odometer as it measures much lower miles

May have multiple trip functions (Trip A, Trip B)

Often based on temporary data like speed or fuel consumption

Many modern automobiles include both an odometer and a trip meter, which are commonly shown on the same digital readout with the option to switch between views. The trip meter is especially useful for measuring fuel economy for specific journeys or tracking distance traveled on road trips. Some advanced systems also allow drivers to set distance alarms on the trip meter, which tell them when they reach a certain mileage. As for the odometer, it keeps a long-term record of the vehicle’s use. This dual system provides drivers with detailed information on their vehicle’s travel history, ranging from lifetime miles to the length of their daily trip. Understanding the distinction between these two metrics can assist drivers in better managing vehicle maintenance, planning trips, and maintaining accurate records for commercial or personal usage.

How Does an Odometer Work?

The working mechanism of an odometer, often found alongside the speedometer gauge on a car’s dashboard, has significantly developed over time. However, the general idea remains the same: measuring and recording the mileage that cars travel. This tool works in tandem with other instruments to provide a full picture of your vehicle’s performance. Check how different types of odometers function in modern vehicles:

Mechanical Odometers

Mechanical odometers work by attaching to a vehicle’s transmission or wheel axle. When the car moves, a cable spins, turning a set of gears within the odometer. The gears are adjusted to convert wheel rotations into distance. Each gear generates a numbered drum, which together represents the total kilometers traveled on the dashboard.

Electronic Odometers

An electronic odometer gauge tracks the total mileage by using sensors to detect wheel rotations and create electrical pulses while driving. The vehicle system analyzes these pulses and turns them into corresponding mileage. This information is then transmitted digitally on the car’s dashboard so you can see the exact mileage on the odometer.

How to Read and Interpret Odometer Gauges in Modern Cars

Odometers display the total miles in vehicles, but not everyone knows how to interpret or use this information. Here are some good tips to consider when you next look at your odometer reading.

What is low mileage? As a general rule, a car that covers less than 12,000 miles per year is low mileage. For example, if a 5-year-old vehicle recorded 50,000 miles, it would be considered as low mileage. Of course, the exact statistics vary based on various circumstances. However, when a car drives less than average, it is considered low mileage. You can check these statistics next to the speedometer gauge on the dashboard. Low mileage can be very helpful, as it will increase a car’s resale value and decrease its overall wear and tear.

What is good mileage? The average mileage in cars is between 12,000 and 15,000 miles a year. It’s seen as good mileage since it doesn’t exceed any limits. In five years, your vehicle mileage range should be 60,000-75,00 miles. For example, if you cover 70,000 miles in five years, your car has good mileage.

What is high mileage? If a car travels more than 15,000 miles per year, it is considered to have a high mileage rate. If we compare to previous examples, your mileage shouldn’t be over 75,000 miles in 5 years.

Remember that mileage is a number that gives you specific information, but it doesn’t tell you everything about the car. Sometimes, cars with higher mileage are in better condition, and some old vehicles may be better maintained. Therefore, you should always check other characteristics and don’t make assumptions based solely on the odometer’s showing.

The Importance of Odometer Readings in Vehicle Maintenance

The odometer reading and speedometer gauge have a crucial role in vehicle maintenance and give you all the essential information about your car’s health and performance. In what ways are odometers important?

Regular maintenance: Routine check-ups, such as oil changes, should be done every 5,000 miles. The odometer provides that information so that you can follow the guidelines precisely.

Component Replacement: Some vehicle parts must be replaced after 60,000 miles. Once your vehicle reaches that mileage, you need to check for component replacement. You can monitor this on your odometer and can calculate approximately when you need to take action.

Warranty and Insurance Coverage: Many warranties and insurance packages involve mileage information in the contract. Monitoring your odometer will help you follow your agreements and stay within the limited mileage.

Performance Monitoring: You can use odometers to track performance metrics such as fuel efficiency. It may reveal issues and help you resolve them quickly.

Determining Resale Value: Total mileage significantly affects a vehicle’s resale value. The lower the mileage, the higher the price tag goes.

 Odometer Readings and Vehicle Resale Value: Reason for Odometer Manipulations

When you decide to sell or buy a used vehicle, be ready that the odometer will have a huge influence on its value. Located near the speedometer gauge, the total mileage on the odometer drastically changes a car’s valuation. Unfortunately, the connection between automobile mileage and value increased odometer fraud. Based on the purpose, people can use different tools to manipulate odometers. However, here are some commonly used practices:

Odometer rollback calibrates the mileage so that it shows lower miles on the dashboard than the vehicle actually covered. This will increase the price of a car but also mislead buyers.

Odometer Reset: This approach entirely deletes mileage from the system. Hence, after resetting the odometer, the vehicle will start counting total mileage from zero.

Odometer Replacement: A common way to artificially reduce mileage is to replace the current odometer with one that has your desired mileage. After the replacement, the vehicle will display the new miles on the dashboard.

Even though malicious practices have become very common, scanner devices easily detect them. Professional mechanics and testers should reveal any form of odometer interference made by the tools mentioned above.

Mileage Blocker – An Underrated Tool For Car Testing

Thanks to the Mileage Blocker device, testers may now examine cars without logging needless miles. This unique tool was created especially for automotive testing by the Super Kilometer Filter (SKF) team. What does the mileage blocker do? It prevents the system from recording mileage while a vehicle is in motion. It’s important to know that it does NOT delete, reset, or roll back miles from the system. As the mileage blocker is the only untraceable device on the market, this gadget is frequently used to manipulate what the odometer gauge indicates. This device is only for legal purposes, and people should never utilize it on public highways. The Mileage Blocker has several parameters that make it simple to customize to your requirements. In addition, the SKF team created a mobile app to manage the device via a smartphone. The mileage blocker comes with installation instructions. Don’t worry—the gadget doesn’t affect the speedometer gauge so that it will work flawlessly. You can buy the mileage blocker now from the Super Kilometer Filter website. For any additional information, please visit the support section or get in touch with the customer service department.

Takeaway

The odometer gauge measures the vehicle’s overall distance and provides important information for vehicle maintenance. Even though it doesn’t show the complete picture, the odometer helps you follow the manufacturer’s guidance and assess your car’s value.

[prolech]

Ultimate Driving Companion: Car GPS HUD with OBD2 Speed & Navigation Dis...

[champagneprobllems]

thinking about. spinning the speedometer. and racing for pinks.

[kittif3r]

im really good at acceleration . just saying

[urmum-lovesme]

Toxic!Rafe when he gets jealous. . .

The night had been a blur of music and laughter, a house party filled with people she didn't really know. Y/N was just being polite, talking to the new guy in town- someone whose family her parents had mentioned working with- and she felt like she had to. Her parents had spoken about how nice the guy’s parents were, so Y/N did her part, listening to him babble about things that didn’t matter, keeping the conversation going.

She wasn’t flirting, just being nice.

“So, have you lived here your whole life?” Logan asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah,” Y/N said with a small smile. “Not much changes around here, but I guess you’ll find that out soon enough.”

Logan chuckled, “Good to know. So, what do people even do for fun?”

Y/N opened her mouth to answer, but something in the air shifted- like the atmosphere had thickened, weighed down by a force she couldn’t ignore. She knew before even turning her head.

Rafe.

Her eyes flickered across the room, and there he was- leaning against the wall, arms crossed, staring at her. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was tight, his fingers flexing at his sides.

He was pissed.

Her stomach twisted uncomfortably, and she quickly looked away, refocusing on Logan. “Uh, well, the beach is a big deal here,” she said, trying to push past the way her pulse had suddenly started to race.

“Boating, parties, stuff like that.”

But even as she spoke, she felt Rafe’s eyes burning into her. She glanced back and he was still staring, but now his expression had darkened- his jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscle twitch. She knew that look. Her breath hitched as he suddenly turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.

Shit.

She excused herself quickly, barely even hearing Logan’s response as she pushed through the crowd, her heart hammering. She knew better than to let him leave like that.

She called out to him, but he was already halfway to his car. Her heart started to pound, a cold knot of dread forming in her stomach.

“Rafe!”

She called, jogging after him. He didn’t look back. By the time she reached the car, he was slamming the door shut with a force that echoed through the quiet street. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed the handle and yanked the door open just as he was starting the engine. She could hear the engine rev, and the headlights cut into the darkness as his hands gripped the wheel. “Rafe, please wait,” she said, her voice shaky,

“I- I was just being polite.”

“Get in the fucking car.”

He didn’t even look at her, his voice flat and laced with venom. Her heart pounded harder, her hands trembling as she slid into the seat, buckling her seatbelt as quickly as she could. She could feel his anger radiating off of him, thick and suffocating. He wasn’t going to let this go easily. As he slammed his foot on the gas, the car jolted forward, tires screeching against the pavement. Y/N’s grip tightened on the handle of the door, the fear mounting inside her. The street passed in a blur as they drove down the road, and Y/n couldn't stop herself from gazing over at the speedometer,

“Rafe… slow down,”

She said, her voice shaky but firm. She could hear his heavy breathing beside her, his knuckles white as he gripped the wheel. “You think that shit was funny?” His voice was low, seething.

“You think you're funny, huh? Talking to him like that?”

Her stomach twisted as she realized what was happening- he was high. She could see the haze in his eyes, the way his pupils were dilated. The anger was consuming him, and she was at the center of it. “Rafe, please,” she said softly, trying to calm him down.

“I was just talking to him. I didn’t do anything wrong, you know I’d never-”

“-no,” he interrupted, his voice cold and sharp.

“You were being a cheating fucking whore.”

Y/N’s chest tightened, the sting of his words cutting deep, but she wasn’t surprised anymore. He’d said things like this before. He always did when he was angry or high. Still, hearing it from him again hurt like hell. Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them away.

“I wasn’t—”

“The way you smiled at him? The way you touched his arm?”

“I didn’t touch him, Rafe”

She responded, voice rising. She bit the inside of her lip, she’d never touched the boy, she knew she didn’t. She cautiously looked at him, he looked enraged, that almost psychotic look in his eye, she knew exactly why he was imagining her actions, exactly why his pupils were so blown.

“Bullshit,” he growled.

“I saw it.”

His laughter cut through the car like a blade, dark and humorless.

“I do everything for you, and this is what I get?”

His voice was shaking now, not with sadness, but rage. His knee bounced restlessly, fingers drumming against the wheel in a twitchy, coked-up rhythm. He was spiraling, completely lost in his own head.

“You’re so fucking ungrateful, Y/N. Do you even realize what I do for you? Huh? DO YOU!?”

Her throat was tight, hands trembling in her lap.

“I keep you safe, I give you everything I have.”

He let out another sharp laugh, shaking his head.

“And you just—what? Smile at some random guy like I don’t fucking exist?”

He sniffed sharply, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. His pupils were still blown wide, making his normally piercing blue eyes look dark and dangerous. He was wired, running too hot, unable to slow down.

“You like the attention, huh? That’s it, makes you feel good? You like making me look like a fucking idiot?”

Y/N opened her mouth, but he didn’t give her a chance to speak and he angrily spat out.

“Because that’s what you did, Y/N. You made me look fucking stupid.”

His voice was shaking now, but not from hurt. From rage. From pure, untamed fury.

The speedometer climbed and the road outside the window blurred. The car shot forward, and her heart slammed in her chest. She could see a deer in the distance, its eyes glowing in the headlights.

Her stomach dropped.

“Rafe, slow down, you're gonna hit it,” she pleaded, voice rising in panic.

“Yeah? So what?”

He didn’t slow down. She could feel the terror creeping into her chest as she began to beg.

“Stop, Rafe, please- what are you doing?”

But instead of slowing down, he pushed the pedal harder. The car sped towards the deer, and Y/N’s heart raced, her breath catching in her throat.

“Stop! Please—”

At the last second, she reached out and grabbed the wheel, swerving the car to avoid the deer. The tires screeched in protest, the car veering off course. She could feel the panic and adrenaline coursing through her veins as Rafe’s hand jerked the wheel back into control; the range rover came back onto the road, but the air was thick with fear. She was crying now, her hands trembling, and her voice was barely a whisper.

“Please, Rafe. . . you're scaring me.”

He didn’t answer at first, the tension in the car suffocating, until he suddenly slammed on the brakes. The car jerked to a sudden stop, throwing Y/N forward so hard that her seatbelt snapped tight across her chest, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her hands flew to the dashboard, bracing herself against the impact. Her ears were ringing. Her heart was racing. The silence that followed was suffocating. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she turned, terrified, to look at Rafe.

He sat completely still, hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were bone white. His chest heaved, his nostrils flaring with every sharp inhale and his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might shatter. She could feel the rage rolling off him in waves. She whispered, voice barely there.

“You’re scaring me.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose.

And then- he moved the action so sudden it made her breath hitch. His hand shot out so fast she didn’t have time to react. Fingers wrapped around her jaw, hard. Y/N gasped, her head snapping toward him as he forced her to look at him. His grip was bruising, his fingers digging into her skin.

“Don’t ever- ever -fucking do that again, d’you understand me?”

He growled, his breath heavy and uneven. Her heart thudded in her chest, fear and adrenaline mixing with the sting of his touch. She couldn’t stop herself from trembling, the tears streaming down her face now. She nodded frantically, the words caught in her throat.

“I said” he repeated, his voice cold and booming in the silence of the car

“D’YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!?”

“Yes- yes! I hear you”

Y/N barely managed a nod, the words caught in her throat as she whimpered out. He let go of her face with a sharp shove, his anger still simmering beneath the surface, her head snapped back against the seat, leaving her gasping for air. Her hands trembled in her lap, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress as she tried to steady her breathing.

And then—

BANG

His fist slammed against the steering wheel.

Y/N flinched.The sound echoed through the car, raw and violent.

“You fucking embarrass me like that again, I swear to God—”

He cut himself off, breathing heavily, Y/N sat frozen, her heart hammering, her body still trembling. He exhaled harshly, running a hand through his hair before a small sound rang out in the thick air of the car.

The click of his seatbelt.

He leaned over towards her causing her to stiffen and soon the slow creak of the glove compartment opening was heard. A rush of nausea hit Y/N’s stomach, her body locking up as the air turned suffocatingly thick around her. Her pulse pounded in her ears. She didn’t want to look- she knew she shouldn’t look but she did and that was when she saw it.

The gleam of cold metal in the dim light.

Her breath hitched so sharply it felt like a blade to her lungs. A noise- small, fragile- escaped the back of her throat, but it barely filled the silence. The fear was instant.

Crippling.

Her fingers dug into the seat, her nails pressing so hard into the leather she thought they might tear through. She knew she should move, open the door of the car and just get out, but her throat had closed up, her body locked in place by something deeper than terror- helplessness.

Rafe didn’t even look at her at first.

He sat there, fingers running over the handle of the gun like it was something precious, something sacred. The weight of it in his palm seemed to calm him, his chest rising and falling in an almost steady rhythm. His expression was unreadable and then- he turned his head, eyes met hers with that cold, calculated look. The kind that made her stomach drop, the kind that told her he wasn’t just trying to scare her. The gun was heavy in his grip, the black steel gleaming under the glow of the dashboard lights. It looked too big, too real, like something that shouldn’t belong in a moment like this.

Then- he clicked the safety off.

The sound sent a jolt through her body and a small, broken sob tore from her throat, her entire frame shaking as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. But Rafe? He barely blinked, his movements were slow.

Deliberate.

She hoped that he was just trying to intimidate her, scare her so she would shut up, but when he raised the gun her prayers stopped. Her stomach plummeted and a desperate, breathless noise pushed from her lips, her body tensing so hard it hurt, but she still couldn’t move.

The barrel of the gun was cold when it pressed against her forehead.

Her breath stopped. The pressure was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to make her entire world stop spinning.

Rafe studied her.

Watched the way her body locked up, how her chest barely rose, how her lips parted just slightly- like she was afraid even breathing too hard would set him off, it was as though he enjoyed it. Some sick and twisted part of him liked having control over her, having her so powerless.

His thumb brushed lazily over the trigger.

“I do everything for you”

He murmured, voice low. Soft. Almost gentle. It was like he wasn’t holding a loaded gun against her forehead, like he wasn’t watching her fall apart right in front of him.

“And this is what I get?”

Her bottom lip trembled, but she didn’t dare move, didn’t dare blink, she was so terrified.Tears slipped down her cheeks, her vision blurring, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. She wanted to beg him, to scream in his face, to move and run.

But she couldn’t.

Rafe tilted his head, still watching her, eyes following the tears that slid steadily down her cheeks, some dripping off of her chin, others rolling down her neck. Studying her, he pressed the cold metal against her skin slightly harder.

“Tell me who owns you.”

Her stomach twisted violently as he opened his mouth. The words sent a deep, horrible kind of dread crawling down her spine, settling in her bones like lead. She tried to breathe past it, but her lungs weren’t working. Her hands clawed at the seat, desperate for something- anything- to ground her, but there was nothing. Rafe’s thumb brushed over the trigger again and her breath hitched sharply.

“Say it”

He ordered, yet his voice was ironically calm. Cold. Y/N’s lip quivered, but her mouth wouldn’t move. Her throat was so tight she could barely choke out the words.

“You do”

She finally whispered her voice shaking. Rafe’s lips twitched. A slow, satisfied smirk curled at the corners as her wide pleasing eyes looked at him.

“That’s right.”

And just like that—

The gun disappeared.

Like it was never there in the first place.

is it bad I lowkey have a thing for psycho season 2 Rafe...

part 2

[mannykiddo]

I paid for the whole speedometer, I’m gonna use the whole speedometer.

[seumyo]

the price to pay when you’re a passenger princess.

You knew that there had to be a catch when Bakugou said he’d pick you up after your 12-hour shift at the hospital. But the thing was, you were too exhausted to dwell on the thought.

Or so you thought.

“You look dead on your feet,” he commented as he opened the door for you.

“Thanks for the compliment,” you replied dryly, tossing your bag into the backseat. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

The sleek, jet-black Porsche 911 Turbo S roared through the empty streets like a predator on the hunt, the low rumble of the engine vibrating through your very soul. Bakugou, of course, looked completely at ease, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift, a calm expression seen on his face.

You’ve come to understand that your husband was relatively calm when not provoked.

“Katsuki,” you started as the car picked up speed, “you do realize this is still a hospital zone, right? Maybe don’t speed like you’re in a Fast and Furious movie.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You literally just did.”

“Relax,” he drawled, shifting gears with precision. “You know I’ve got this.”

You, on the other hand, were internally reciting every safety procedure you could think of in case of an unfortunate circumstance to come.

“Should I call my assistant to make an appointment in advance?”

Bakugou snorts. “What? Don’t trust me?”

“Oh, I trust you. It’s the laws of physics I don’t trust,” you muttered under your breath, earning a low chuckle from him.

The worst part? There was barely any traffic this late at night, which only encouraged Bakugou to push the limits of what his new Porsche could do. You glanced at the speedometer and instantly regretted it.

“Katsuki, I swear to God—”

“What? It’s not like I’m breaking the speed limit,” he said with mock innocence, though the mischievous glint in his eyes told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

The Prefectural Government’s Public Safety Commissions should really revoke his license one of these days. Or you might not live to see the next one.

“By less than two!”

You leaned your head back against the seat, staring at the darkened city skyline as it blurred past you. You were exhausted from your shift, your feet aching, bone tired, but all of that was being drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of your life flashing before your very eyes.

You double-checked your seatbelt again. It’s never too late to actually be safe.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said without taking his eyes off the road.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to yell at me for being too hot and good at everything.”

“Wow? The audacity of my husband making such a bold claim,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. “Have I fed your ego too much that you’re about to float away like a hot-air balloon?”

“Didn’t deny my claim.” He got you there.

You couldn’t argue with that.

“Just so you know,” you muttered, clutching the grab handle even tighter as he effortlessly weaved between two cars, “if I die tonight, I’m haunting you. And I’ll make sure to mess with you when you’re trying to sleep.”

“Good,” he said with a grin, finally glancing your way. “At least then you’d be with me all the time, huh?”

You stared at him, momentarily speechless. “Are you seriously flirting with me right now? While you’re driving like a maniac?”

“Who says I can’t multitask?”

Before you could fire back with another retort, the car slowed as you neared your apartment complex. Your death grip on the handle loosened ever so slightly, though your heart was still racing.

When Bakugou finally parked, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You unbuckled your seatbelt, your hands still trembling a little.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too or whatever.”

“I—wait, you actually said it.”

“What? Can’t a man just say he loves his wife?”

“Good point, but you rarely say it!”

“I pick you up after your every shift and make sure you don’t die of starvation or poor health. That’s enough than saying it, no?”

“But you said it! So it’s different.”

“Not.”

“It is!”

“Not.”

“Is!”

Terrifying car rides aside, there was no one else you’d rather be stuck with. Even if your husband drove you absolutely crazy—both on and off the road. This must be the price of being Bakugou Katsuki’s passenger princess.

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[icaruspendragon]

lemme tell ya fellas, having a mental illness that is heavily stigmatized and dangerously misrepresented in media sure is hard sometimes.

random strangers on the internet will be like, “i’m so ocd! i just can’t stand it when things get messy!”

so cool! but i think the word you’re looking for is actually “organized.”

because then i’ll get on the internet and be like, “i’ve had ocd episodes so bad i considered seeking inpatient treatment.”

and then a random stranger online will say, “if you say you have ocd, then why is your space so cluttered and disorganized?”

and to the random stranger i say, “the clutter exists because my object permanence skills are ass. and besides, there are lots of different types of ocd, the kind you see on tv isn’t the only kind.”

and then i will be asked, “how do you have ocd, then?”

to which i reply, “it’s an anxiety disorder that makes me have lots of awful and disturbing and upsetting intrusive thoughts, mainly centering around death and dying (amongst other things). like i had an episode in the past two years or so that stopped me from being able to drive anywhere.

i couldn’t drive bc i was convinced i was going to be involved in a car accident and be completely fine whereas the other driver would be terribly injured and i wouldn’t be able to help them and instead i’d just have to stand there on the side of the road watching them bleed out in a ditch.

because for me. that’s the obsessive part of the disorder. my brain conjures an upsetting intrusive thought that i very much don’t want to think about, which means all i can do is think about it. and i know i can’t make something happen by thinking about it too much, but also i can girl boss #manifest a fatal accident.

there was episode where i didn’t leave my house for weeks because i was convinced my presence in the general public would cause a mass casualty event and i’d be helpless while being forced to watch people die and it’d be all my fault because i thought it into existence.

so yeah my desk may be messy, but to be fair, i am constantly plagued by thoughts of death and try to cope with it by coming up with every single contingency plan and then some. that way i can be prepared to help the victim of the accident i’ve caused by existing.

another quirky fun non-cleaning my bathroom symptom of my disorder is picking at the skin on my head to the point it’s covered in sores and bald spots. bc body focused repetitive behavior self grooming habits are the self soothing technique my brain picked. so i don’t even notice i’m doing until someone smacks my hand away from my head or i need to use my right hand for something and see my fingers have blood on them.

the bfrb is a manifestation of anxiety, not self harm. but i am so self conscious and embarrassed by it that i stopped getting my hair done for like a year because i didn’t want anyone to see the 15 plus sores i have on my head at any given time.

so yeah. a dirty countertop “bothering your ocd” must be incredibly difficult for you to manage. i’ll be sure to ask you for advice the next time i go across an intersection with my eyes glued to my speedometer because if i don’t look at the road i can’t make a car appear out of nowhere to t-bone me, subsequently forcing me to watch someone die.”