#Car Stereo with Bluetooth

[caraudioexpertaustralia0]

Headunit With Carplay For HONDA CRV | 2012-2016 | 9INCH

[heaven-is-not-fit]

just realized @hozierswift tagged me in this like two weeks ago oops

you just got a kind of shitty old car and it doesn't have bluetooth. you can only buy 7 CDs and you can't repeat an artist. what are you getting?

speak now - taylor swift

2. dance fever - florence + the machine

3. the good witch - maisie peters

4. unreal unearth - hozier

5. bury me at makeout creek - mitski

6. prelude to ecstasy - the last dinner party

7. the secret to life - FIZZ

[kayhanaudio2]

Kayhan Audio Car Stereo with SatNav for HYUNDAI i40 (2010–2017) Version 6 boasts an 8" touchscreen that seamlessly integrates with your vehicle. It offers advanced GPS navigation, Bluetooth connectivity, and smartphone integration for easy access to music, apps, and hands-free calls, enhancing your driving experience with style and convenience. Website:

[borntodieparadiseedition]

pls no it might be dangerous incase u need to hear an ambulance coming. perhaps if its on the smallest volume it might be ok

wahh ur right i wont do it again. even tho tbh i feel like i usually see the lights of an ambulance before the sound

[moonyfest]

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“Oh, come on,” Remus mutters, giving the steering wheel a gentle but encouraging pat. “Let’s get  through the day with a shred of dignity. That’s all I ask.” 

The Morris responds by lurching once, the dashboard lighting up like a Christmas tree. “Was that the car?” Teddy asks in his ear, far too casual about it. 

“No, that was the ghost of my optimism finally passing on,” Remus says, easing off the accelerator  and flicking the hazard lights on with a sigh. 

“That bad?” 

“I’ve been overtaken by a cyclist, Ted. A man in Lycra just flipped me off.” 

Teddy laughs. “Did you flip him back?” 

“No. I gave him a thumbs-up thinking fair enough.” 

“Jesus.” 

Remus inches his way down the road, the car protesting loudly every time he dares to press the  accelerator. Other drivers honk and swerve around him. One man rolls down his window to yell  something, but Remus just waves and lets his car crawl on like a sulky tortoise. 

“Why don’t you get a new one,” Teddy says. “Something that doesn’t scream when you start it.” 

“Yes, let me just raid my vast reserve of secret money,” Remus deadpans. “I'll trade your university  fund for Bluetooth and cup holders.” 

“I’m not going to uni anyway.” 

Remus snorts. “You’re not failing your A-levels just to justify my financial delusions, Edward.” “Again, you’re so dramatic.” 

“My car just died for the third time this month. I’m allowed a little flair.” 

“You really should get it checked.” 

“I am getting it checked. Right now, in fact. With my own ears. That’s what the noise is — live  feedback.” 

“Dad.” 

“Gotta go,” he tells Teddy, “There’s a garage just ahead. Tell your coach you’ll be full of character  instead of protein today.” 

“You’re so embarrassing,” Teddy grumbles. “Can I use your laptop after practice?” “Sure. But clear the browser history this time.” 

“DAD—”

“Love you!” 

He hangs up, tosses the phone onto the seat, and rolls the window halfway down. The wind carries in the scent of wet tarmac, fried chicken, and whatever’s currently melting inside the Morris’ engine. He figures if humiliation had a scent, it’d smell exactly like this. He pinches the bridge of his nose and  mentally adds this moment to his growing list of Tuesdays. Just as he lets his head fall back against  the seat, he hears a click. 

“YOUU CAN DANCE— YOU CAN JIIIIIVE—” 

ABBA explodes through the speakers at full volume. The stereo, silent all morning, has apparently  decided now is the moment for its theatrical resurrection. 

Remus doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just stares out at the grey drizzle as a half-crushed crisp packet  blows past, like the ghost of lunch deals past had come to pay its respects. 

This, he thinks, is it. Not in the dramatic, end-of-days kind of way. Just… life. The one he’s got. And apparently, it comes with a soundtrack.

[ragsy]

Listening to a podcast about primates

Taking my car to the mechanic, who is a god-fearing country boy

Podcast is really getting deep into a discussion about ape testicles

My podcast app starts playing automatically when it connects to a Bluetooth device

My phone Bluetooth automatically connects to my car stereo when the car is turned on

They've just taken my key to pull my car into their garage

Sitting in the waiting room of the mechanic hovering my finger over the pause button like I'm diffusing a bomb made of chimp nuts

[caraudioexpertaustralia0]

Wireless CarPlay 9-Inch Headunit for KIA K3/RIO 2015

Headunit With Carplay For KIA K3/ RIO LOW | 2015 | 9INCH

[hmhas-00]

Ch.1

Hit Me Hard & Soft

word count - 1.7k words

A/N - Hi lovelies! I can’t wait for you to fall in love with Remy and Billie, and their ✨friendship✨

Chapter 2 will be up tomorrow! Starting next week, my posting schedule will be Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Please like and reblog! It means a lot! 🫶🏻

Remy's POV

My hand shot back as the hot, white-coated metal of the car door burned my fingertips.

“Motherfu-“ Immediately, my watery eyes landed on the yellow paper folded under the windshield wipers.

“You have to be kidding me right now.” Unfolding it, the paper revealed a dreaded parking ticket. Crumpling the paper into my back pocket, I swung open the door. Plopping onto the hot leather seat and ignoring the 3rd degree burns going into the backs of my thighs, my phone slid into the crack between the center console. As if on purpose, my phone began to ring nonstop. A huge sigh escaped my lips, while I started the engine to at least get some A/C. When the bluetooth connected to the car, I answered the call using the hands-free feature. Thank the gods for technology.

“Hey, Bills- Right now is not a-“ I groaned, fighting for my life to rescue my phone from the french fry abyss that it had fallen in.

“Remy! Where are you?” Billie exaggerated in a playful, but very loud voice. Maybe it was the stereo volume, though…

“I’m sorta in the middle of- HA! Got it!” I shrieked, putting the phone in the cupholder.

Billie whined, “I thought you were coming tonight. I don’t want to go alone! I’ve been really nervous and-“

Immediately, I realized I had promised my best friend I’d go the live recording of The Late Show With Steven Colbert. Mouthing expletives I yanked the stupid seatbelt, attempting to secure it multiple times.

“Oh my fucking god. I’m so sorry! I didn’t exactly forget. It’s just- I’ve had the shittiest day. I was humiliated at work today, got a parking ticket-“

“Oh, shit. Remy, hey- No, I’m sorry! Fuck, start from the beginning, what happened?” Billie worried, putting her disappointment aside. “Please, don’t worry about tonight, I’ll come over right after and we can talk more if you want?”

I hurried out of the parking space, not bothering to look before putting the car in reverse. “No, no! I’ll be on the way right now. It’s fine, it’s just been a crazy day. A lot at once. I’m on the way though!”

“You sure?” Billie cooed. “Are you sure you’re okay to be driving right now?”

“Yeah, yeah! I’m good.” Tears brimmed my eyes. Not tears of sadness, but instead frustration. Everything that could possibly go wrong was going wrong, and had been for at least a week. Still, I felt awful for forgetting about our plans. She’d been talking about how nervous she is about her first live performance since her new album, HMHAS, came out on Friday.

“Okay… Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had such a hard day today. Tell me everything.” She comforted me, always knowing what to say and how to say it.

I began to tell her all about my stressful day at work, and how my boss crossed several professional boundaries.

Earlier that day I presented my ideas to the potential new column writers for our magazine, while my chauvinist pig of a boss dismissed my efforts, and mansplained almost every point I made. After the board meeting I made the mistake of interrupting his debriefing with the rest of the team in his office and told him that I’d really like another chance to speak to the writers. “You were there because I allowed it. If you’d like another chance with those guys, consider wearing something worth their while.” He sneered and waved me out of his office. It brought me back to earth, making it evident that I am nothing but a secretary. As I opened the door to leave, he told me to go home for the day. I didn’t know if this meant I was fired, or if he was just sick of seeing my face. Regardless, it made me want to crawl into a hole and never go back.

“You realize he basically implied that unless you show some cleavage, no one will listen to you, right?” Billie protested, appalled at my story of the day. She had listened to countless rants about my job, never understanding why I stick around.

The truth is, this was my in! This is the environment I had studied so hard to be around and paid thousands of dollars for. Well, not quite. But it was my in. I believed I could make it through and work my way up to the top of the chain, hopefully enough to fire the assholes that run the magazine. Or at least be an editor.

“Anyway, so then I went out to my car and found the ticket after burning my hands, then burned my legs, then my phone fell under my seat, and here we are. Now, I’m going to drive off the PCH, if you don’t mind.”

“Not before I see you today. I’ll make it better…” she promised, knowing she always did. “…I’m not gonna say it.”

“Good”

“Quit already.”

“Billie…” I insisted.

“Okay, okay. Just saying. Don’t change. Keep being your bold self. Someone will appreciate it.”

“Thank you.”

“Someone at a different company because they don’t deserve you! They-“ she protested, starting her speech.

“Billie!” I whined. I honestly didn’t want to hear it. I just wanted to forget. “I’m pulling up right now, I’ll see you inside okay?”

“This isn’t over!” She shouted into the phone, still amped up.

I hung up and rolled the window down, showing my ID to the guard at the front gate. He smiled at me and nodded as the beautiful golden gates began to open inward into the giant property. I drove my car down the long road to Billie’s house and parked my car where I usually did. Security led me in and I was greeted with the warmest hug on planet earth.

Billie wrapped her arms around me, radiating with tenderness and comfort, amidst her own anxiety for what was to come tonight. “Are you ready for tonight?” My voice muffled into her dark hair.

She smelled sweet and when we pulled away I took in her shining face and very minimal makeup. Basically, just aquafor on her lips, clear mascara and brow gel, and a bit of concealer and powder where she thought she needed it. Although, she really didn’t need any. She had glasses on, and her outfit for the show, which she had thrifted herself.

“Mm, noo.” She shook her head and spoke in her silly voice. She ticked a bit, tilting her head to the side a few times. She had been ticking a lot lately, at least for the last few weeks leading up to the album release, the big album listening events, and now the Late Show.

I rubbed her temples and smiled, while she closed her eyes trying to focus. “You’re gonna be incredible. I can’t wait to hear you.” Her left eyebrow twitched a bit, then stopped.

“Let me fix my makeup. Is what I’m wearing okay?” I asked, walking towards the stairs.

“For me it is…but for your boss?” She joked, sorta.

“Billie!” I ran up the stairs, leaving her behind. “I’m raiding your closet!”

She followed and plopped on her bed, watching me walk through her giant bathroom, and into her giant walk-in closet.

I picked out something cute and put on a fashion show for her. She puckered her lips and raised her brows at me, showing her approval on the outfit. “You’re not supposed to look better than me at my own show, dude!” She shifted on the bed, placing one hand under her head, and fixing her baggy jeans.

“Shut up.” I laughed under my breath and plopped on the bed next to her. “Fuck, it’s been a day.”

She turned her head slightly to look at me. “You know I’m so proud of you, right? I want you to be happy. Whatever that means for you, I just want that.”

I nodded, knowing she just wants what’s best for me. We shared the same thought. “I love you.” I turned my body towards her, seeing her tick, rolling her eyes to the left a few times. “Enough about me. Tonight’s gonna be so fun, and you’re going to sound amazing, and then we can come back here and eat all the food.”

“Actually, I was gonna tell you, but your day was ruined by Danny Devito’s cousin.” Billie snorted. I smacked her tummy. “There’s this afterparty they’re throwing for Finneas and I, and I wanted you to come with me. But if you’re not in the mood, I’m totally down to just eat all the food with you here.”

“Nah, I’m down. It’ll be fun! I wanna forget about it all anyways.” I held out my fist and she bumped it with her hand.

“I’m not gonna drink at all so you can go crazy, go stupid.” She nodded.

“You never drink anyways.” I rolled my eyes.

Billie stared at me with her big, blues which were more of a gray hue at the moment. She seemed to have zoned out in thought. I slightly furrowed my brows and smiled at her. A few seconds later she opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by her phone ringing.

She put the phone to her ear. “Hey, whats up?”

I fidgeted with my top while she spoke on the phone, shaking the feeling that something was up. It might just be her nerves, but it also could be me overanalyzing and overthinking it. For weeks she’d been the most anxious and worried I had seen her in a while. This was the most vulnerable I ever heard her on an album, so I knew it was a relief when people adored it on release day. I worried about her a lot lately. Late nights, panic attacks, bad dreams, and lots of work planning out the upcoming tour… It wasn’t a shock knowing she barely slept.

“Everything okay?” I asked as she finished her call.

“They canceled today’s appearance for some reason, but they’ll probably reschedule it for next week. Now I get to be nervous longer.” She put a thumbs up in the air.

“It’s the universe. She wants us to sit here, watch movies, and eat all the food.” I sat up to change out of these clothes.

“Must be.” Billie hummed. She watched me take off my impromptu outfit, and threw some sweats and a shirt she had left on her bed from earlier. “I’ll order something.”

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Sugar and Tea and Rum

Teen Wolf » Sterek

Title: Sugar and Tea and Rum

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Teen Wolf (Masterlist)

Relationship: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: Stiles discovers that Derek harbors a secret love of sea shanties and keeps turning every lyric into a sexual innuendo. But soon enough, he's just as into them, the two of them spending a scenic road trip down the coast with the stereo on full blast, singing along with the song Wellerman at the top of their lungs (and making out in the back of Derek's car at every rest stop.)

"Sorry, it's just—" Stiles snickers, catching his breath. "These lyrics, man. They're a veritable goldmine of sexual innuendo. I mean, 'one day when the tonguing is done'? What kind of tonguing are we talking about here? Cause if that's how it is, maybe I should think about becoming a sailor. I've certainly got the mouth for it." Derek's brain short-circuits, sweeping right past the obvious swears like a sailor joke and diving headfirst into a fantasy detailing all the ways Stiles could put that mischievous mouth of his to good use.

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In an effort to get the whole pack together for one last end-of-summer hurrah before they all head back to college, Lydia invites everyone to come stay at her beach house for a weekend getaway. And because everyone else is all coupled up — Scott and Allison with Lydia and Jackson in one car, Erica and Boyd with Isaac and Danny in another — Stiles and Derek get stuck together in the carpool. And since Derek absolutely refuses to subject himself to Stiles's Jeep, convinced the "absolute deathtrap" won't survive the trip, they have no choice but to take the Camaro.

Which is how the two of them end up squished into the cozy confines of the cab, Derek so distracted by the thought of Stiles shirtless, sunkissed, and soaked in saltwater that he nearly crashes every time Stiles so much as looks in his direction, while Stiles runs on a 50/50 blend of too many espresso shots and nervous energy as he fidgets in the passenger seat and drums out a steady beat against the dashboard, lamenting the fact that he'd left all of his mixed CDs in the Jeep, because what he desperately wants right now is some classic 90's summer pop to set the mood.

"Why don't you just play something from your phone?" Derek suggests with an air of mild impatience. "This car's got bluetooth. I'm sure I can stomach your terrible taste in music for—" he glances down at his phone to check the map, and huffs out a groan. "Ugh, we've still got another two and a half hours until we get there."

"Oh, ha-ha," Stiles retorts, rolling his eyes. "Can't believe I'm stuck in a car with a guy who thinks *NSYNC was just okay."

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" Derek sighs. "I told you, I just think Backstreet Boys was better, that's all."

"Heathen."

"I mean, come on, you can't top Everybody."

"Oh, but I can try," Stiles smirks, arching his eyebrows suggestively. 

"Stiles," Derek says his name like it's a curse. 

And really, Derek should have known that Stiles would find a way to make that sound dirty.

"No, you're right. I'm probably more of a bottom," he adds with a mock-thoughtful tap against his chin, delighting in the delicate blush that curls its way across Derek's cheekbones. 

He grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white and grumbles, "Oh my god, will you just connect your phone and pick a damn song already?"

"I would, but my piece of shit phone deleted all of my playlists, and I have like, no service out here."

Stiles sighs, turning his attention to the rolling landscape framed in the passenger's side window — mountains towering toward cloudy skies whipping past them in a blur of green and blue, summer breeze perfumed with the scent of orange and jasmine blossoms as they wind their way through a sea of citrus groves — and contents himself with the fact that at least the view, both inside and outside of the Camaro, is breathtaking.

A solid weight lands in his lap, and Stiles glances down in time to see Derek offering him his phone. Stiles blinks up at him, confused.

"You can use mine," he says.

"You have playlists?"

"I have youtube."

Stiles nods and gives him an appreciative smile, a warm glow settling in the center of his chest as he cradles Derek's phone in his hands like it's a precious thing. They've known each other for years now, but every subtle gesture of trust still takes him by surprise sometimes.

Stiles opens the app, scrolling through his mental rolodex to figure out which upbeat boy band classic he should start with first (read: which one he thinks he could badger Derek into duetting with him) when he accidentally clicks on something in Derek's browser history, and—

"What is this?" Stiles asks as a deep, rumbling voice with a thick accent hums through the speakers.

"It's a sea shanty," Derek says with a casual shrug.

Stiles gapes at him. 

"You. Derek Hale. Listen to sea shanties," he says.

Derek shrugs again. "I like it when they harmonize."

Stiles practically vibrates with glee.

"This is awesome. You just keep getting more and more interesting the more layers I unravel."

Derek pretends to scoff and roll his eyes, but Stiles can tell by the subtle twitch of his lips that he's secretly pleased.

As for Stiles, he's smiling so hard his face hurts. He can't help it. He doesn't even know why this is so amusing to him. Before he knows it, he's concocting a whole Derek The Sailor fantasy in his head, crisp white form-fitting uniform drenched in a crash of ocean waves, the chiseled muscles of his arms flexing as he weighs anchor and hoists the sails, sun glistening off the beads of sweat clinging to his bare chest, and— oh, this slipped into dangerous territory real fast. Oh god, oh fuck, he can't let Derek know he's having secret seafaring fantasies about him while he's literally sitting right next to him, close enough for Derek to hear the sudden spike in his heartbeat. Shit, he's in trouble. Quick, think of something non-sexual—

"I'm sorry, did he just say 'blow me'?" Stiles blurts out around a pearl-clutching gasp.

Derek heaves a long-suffering sigh.

"He says 'blow, comma, me bully boys, blow'," Derek corrects him. "It's a seafaring term."

Stiles stifles a laugh, because he's still a sarcastic asshole with the mentality of a twelve year old. Curiosity piqued, he pulls up google and looks up the rest of the lyrics. 

A sharp burst of laughter nearly makes Derek swerve into the minivan in the lane next to them, and there he goes again, barking Stiles's name like it's the king of swear words, his entire face just one big frown.

"Sorry, it's just—" Stiles snickers, catching his breath. "These lyrics, man. They're a veritable goldmine of sexual innuendo. I mean, 'one day when the tonguing is done'? What kind of tonguing are we talking about here? Cause if that's how it is, maybe I should think about becoming a sailor. I've certainly got the mouth for it."

Derek's brain short-circuits, sweeping right past the obvious swears like a sailor joke and diving headfirst into a fantasy detailing all the ways Stiles could put that mischievous mouth of his to good use.

"Stiles," Derek says warningly, gripping the steering wheel in an effort to not run them off the road.

"I'm not trying to offend, I swear," Stiles insists, holding his hands up in surrender. "I just think it's funny."

Derek levels him with a pointed glare.

"You do know the song's about battling a whale and that 'tonguing' means butchering, right?" Derek asks, arching an eyebrow.

Stiles pales.

"Oh god. Okay, then I definitely do not want to experience that kind of tonguing," Stiles amends with a grimace and a sharp shake of his head.

"Granted," he adds with a melodramatic sigh. "After all the shit we've been through over the years, that's probably the only kind of 'tonguing' I'm ever going to get, so…"

There's silence for a moment, and then Derek hums thoughtfully and says, "I'll see what I can do to remedy that," a roguish smile curling across his lips as he arches his eyebrows suggestively, and Stiles chokes on air.

They make a quick pit stop at the next exit to stock up on snacks, and absolutely do not spend a full twenty minutes making out in the back seat.

(Okay, fine. An hour.)

• • •

Sunset finds the two of them beating a steady rhythm against the dashboard and the steering wheel, twin beatific grins plastered across their ruddy faces, singing at the top of their lungs with the stereo cranked to the max, Stiles taking the melody, Derek the harmony.

"SOON MAY THE WELLERMAN COME

TO BRING US SUGAR AND TEA AND RUM

ONE DAY WHEN THE TONGUIN' IS DONE

WE'LL TAKE OUR LEAVE AND GO"

Over the course of the next couple of days, Lydia comes to regret keeping her liquor cabinets well-stocked with a variety of rum, and asking if anyone wants sugar in their tea gets taboo'd faster than you-know-who in Deathly Hallows, because any time any one of them even so much as hums a single bar, the whole thing starts right back up again with an obnoxiously giddy Stiles and Derek chanting at the top of their lungs with no regard for the time of night, before collapsing against each other in a fit of giggles and stolen kisses, until the rest of the pack is so fed up with their shit, they're threatening to chuck them both into the sea and make it look like a whaling accident.

[kayhanaudio2]

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[f0point5]

literally anything with Max, Emilia, and Daniel please I’m begging after yesterday 🙏🙏🙏

No because this almost turned into a Singapore crack fic lol. But I saved it.

And yes I did listen to the song so that I could check this whole thing could happen within it’s time limit. But also this could so easily have been Tenerife sea but I Daniel-ed it up lol.

Anyway I hope you enjoy it!

✨Set in April 2024✨

I’ll drink what you think, and I’m high

It’s getting dark later now. It’s 7pm and the sun in only now setting over the mountainside, turning the clear sky all manner of gold and peach and baby blue. It’s the first good weather of the month, which is what gave you the idea of sitting out on the rooftop patio. Daniel just happened to call Max as you were mixing a Bellini, which is how he’d got roped into what turned into what you’d dubbed a “Wine and Whine” evening.

So there Max sits, listening to Daniel talk about grape yields while you fiddle with the stereo. Max interjects at the right moments, but mostly he’s watching you bent over in a tight Missoni dress, trying to connect your phone Bluetooth to the speakers.

That’s how good the dress looks, Max thinks to himself. I even remember the name of the shop.

“So I’m like mate, I don’t know shit about grapes, that’s what I pay you for,” Daniel explains now. “And he’s looking at me like I’ve fucked his grandma in front of him. But I’m right. I drive cars for a living and I don’t even like grapes, that’s his job,”

“Yeah, but what if-“

Max is cut off by the sound of your squeal. He looks across the patio to see you bathed in golden light, sporting a bright grin.

“Danny, it’s your song,” you declare, teetering toward the boys on your wedge heels.

“She’s so pissed,” Daniel says through a chuckle.

“I heard that,” you shoot back, holding a hand out to him. “Now, dance with me,”

The gentle strumming of a guitar gives way to an American accent with a somber tone.

Daniel rolls his eyes but gets to his feet, taking your hand and pulling you along the concrete to the middle of the patio.

The music is not Max’s taste, not something he understands, but it’s…warm.

That’s how he feels watching Daniel pull you close, starting to sway you in small circles around the patio. He thinks about how both you and he needed Daniel before you needed each other, how Daniel had been your friend when Max was too scared to be, and he’d been Max’s friend even when it must have been like salt in a wound.

Daniel looks down and says something to you that Max can’t hear. Whatever it is, it is has you rolling your eyes in the way you do when you’re trying not to tear up. He watches you nod in what seems like agreement before shrugging your shoulders.

In the next breath, Max hears your voice singing along above the music.

“We all know, you tiptoed,” you sing, “up to six foot, in grill the grid,”

This pulls a deep, throaty laugh and a “fuck you” from Daniel, his head thrown back so much that he pulls you forward with him.

You’re singing at each other now, bodies shaking through laughter. The sound of a harmonica pierces Max’s ears as Daniel twirls you under his arm, your eyes catching the light of the setting sun as you turn.

Fuck. You are so beautiful.

“Max, come take over,” Daniel calls, beckoning him with one hand. “I need another drink,”

Max gets up and goes over to your swaying form just as Daniel lets you go. He pats Max on the back as he passes, turning to look at you both before he slips through the patio door, out of sight due to the reflection in the glass.

Your glassy eyes and the heat of your skin make Max think you’re probably looking at two of him right now, but he doesn’t mind, as long as you’re looking at him. He takes hold of you, fighting a smile at the way you sink into him in a way you wouldn’t with Daniel. Your hand slides around his neck and his instinctively goes to rest on the curve of your hip, bringing you so close he can smell your perfume and Sauvignon blanc.

In the background, the music picks up, the southern drawl a little more lively even though the words are still morose.

“I don’t get why you guys like this song,” Max says, guiding you out and then under one of his arms so that your back his against his chest. “It’s about a funeral,”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s about a family,” you tell him, craning your neck to look at him over your shoulder.

Max nods, letting go of one your hands to spin you out and then back towards him. He catches you smiling at the effortless way he moves you around. He may not particularly like dancing but he’s been given three gifts in life. One is coordination. The second is control.

“It’s about the little things that stick with you about the people you love. The things about them that made you who you are,”

And the third is you.

He still doesn’t hear the song the way you do. He doesn’t see the world the way you do. But he knows he wants to listen to you explain the world to him for however long he’s in it.

“It’s about a funeral,” he says plainly, which only makes you shake your head.

“I love you, Max Verstappen.” Your words are as plain as his.

He wants to say it back. He even opens his mouth to try. But sometimes, like now, Max hates that word because it seems so wholly inadequate. He’s never been good with words anyway.

Instead, he kisses you, a kiss that tips you backwards, has you leaning into the hand on your back that holds you up. He can feel you smiling against his lips as he straightens.

When he pulls away, you follow him, placing one more peck on his lips before leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder as you continue to dance. Max notices then that the golden hues have left the sky, the colour now the same as the Japanese Cherry blossoms. He breathes in the scent of roses on your skin as he pulls you closer.

“What was he saying to you?” He asks quietly, his cheek moving against yours as he speaks.

“Who?” Your reply is lazy, almost a purr against his neck.

“Daniel. What did he say while you were dancing?”

Max doesn’t know how he can tell you smile at that, but he knows.

“Oh. Nothing,” you say. The music slows, and a woman’s voice joins the man’s against a single guitar. “He thinks we’re yuppies,”

[arookinthelighthouse]

My brain keeps churning up thoughts about Modern AU Tashur and I am absolutely going to write a fic about it when I next get time off work. But for now here are some stray thoughts to tide everyone over until that day comes.

Tarquin smoking cigarettes and thus his car also smelling like cigarette smoke. It also smells of whatever aftershave/men's perfume he favours at that current moment and leather (bc he definitely wears leather jackets and also has leather seats in his beat up secondhand car).

Tarquin also blasting metal from the stereo/bluetooth speaker as he drives. You will never convince me that modern!Tarquin wouldn't be a metalhead (what no I'm not projecting bc I'm a trans guy metalhead what are you talking about).

Mercar would definitely be his roommate. They bicker but in the way that friends who've known each other their whole lives bicker.

Ashur constantly carrying around minty chewing gum that Tarquin usually ends up stealing. He doesn't mind, and truth be told he buys extra just so that Tarquin can have some.

Ashur is also a game streamer or smth and his alter ego for that is the Viper. Gives him some privacy and separation between that life and his normal every day life as Ashur.

Neve lives in the same apartment building as Tarquin and Mercar. Maybe even on the same floor or in the apartment opposite theirs. She's obviously a freelance detective.

Ashur forever stealing Tarquin's oversized hoodies and jumpers, which just so happen to fit him perfectly. Tarquin definitely didn't buy them a couple sizes bigger so that he could see Ashur walking around in them (he absolutely did).

Fuck it, Ashur gets a motorcycle. And he lovingly calls said motorcycle the Shadow Dragon, or the Dragon for short.

Also Ashur absolutely has a dog, I can't resist petting it every time my Rook goes to Dock Town so he gets a dog in the modern AU too.

Dorian and Maevaris obviously hang around with Ashur a lot and therefore hang out with Tarquin too. They're closer with Ashur but they're still very fond of Tarquin. Maevaris definitely threatens to shave Tarquin's beard in his sleep if he hurts Ashur. Dorian, meanwhile, very cheerfully promises that he will move all of Tarquin's furniture an inch to the left if he ever breaks Ashur's heart.

Also this is more of a background thing but all the Veilguard companions are in a discord server together and game together. Ingellvar is dating Lucanis (I can't resist I'm sorry), Lace and Taash have been together forever, and maybe Emmrich and Mercar have a thing? Idk, I'm still figuring out how many Rooks there's going to be and which one would actually be referred to as Rook.

Feel free to yell at me in my ask box, replies, reblogs etc if you wanna throw ideas my way or yap about this AU. I'm still figuring out what job Tarquin would have (I was thinking working at a bar either as a bartender or security) and how other characters fit into it and even if magic would be a thing in this AU or not.

[bitchwitch1981]

7 CD’s tag game 💿✨

You just got a kind of shitty old car and it doesn’t have bluetooth. you can only buy 7 CDs and you can’t repeat an artist. what are you getting?

Thank you for the tag @jennaispunk

Apologies for taking so long to get to this, a hospital stay and a seemingly never ending crochet project kept me off tumblr for a spell.

This is actually quite tricky for me. There are do many amazing albums. But here goes...

Jagged Little Pill - Alanis Morissette. This album was seldom off my stereo as a teenager, the soundtrack to my teenage angst.

Dirty Dancing OST. This movie and soundtrack was ever-present in my life from the age of 6 onwards.

The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem. Blasted on the regular, much to the disgust of my elderly grandmother.

Fallen - Evanescence. These songs still speak to my soul even now, 22 years later.

Rumours - Fleetwood Mac. This album will never feel old.

Appetite For Destruction - Guns N' Roses. There's nothing like belting out a bit of G'N'R to cleanse the soul.

Silver Side Up - Nickelback. I won't be answering questions on this one 🤣

Tagging anyone who hasn't already played and would like to.

[keepthefrank]

I was tagged in this by @vampiregerard @beeen-sprouts and @homochampagne !! thank you guys for thinking of me 🖤

prompt: you just got a kind of shitty old car and it doesn’t have bluetooth. you can only buy 7 CDs and you can’t repeat an artist. what are you getting?

(here’s the thing. i have a 1997 truck and the ‘new’ stereo has a cd player lol. so some of these are CDs that i have - though they’re lost somewhere in storage)

1. Dirty Dancing Soundtrack - Various Artists

2. Your Favorite Weapon (Deluxe) - Brand New

3. Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack - Various Artists

4. Rented World - The Menzingers

5. Three Imaginary Boys - The Cure

6. …Like Clockwork - Queens of the Stone Age

7. Promise Everything - Basement

these selections are primarily best on what are the best to belt along with like it’s not possible to be heard through the windows 😌 idk if soundtracks are cheating and tbh i will not listen to arguments about it lol

for this i’m tagging @youfindgodinpain @plightofthecentipede @skramztwinkly @nectarinebat @hexthesystem @shouldveprayedformoreguts if y’all wanna 🖤

[caraudioexpertaustralia0]

Smart 9-Inch Headunit for KIA K3/RIO 2012 | Wireless CarPlay

[batgrldes]

I'm happy thinking Eddie loved ballroom dancing but secretly loved reenacting movie dance scenes even more. I'm head canoning him in his room or after his parents go to sleep, putting on Risky Business, The Breakfast Club, or Footloose and memorizing the choreography. Maybe he did it at his abuela's house, and she'd smile and clap along to help keep the beat. He once did some of the dances from Westside Story for her because it's one of her favorite movies. After a while, he was bogged down with so much training and exhibitions and competitions he had no time to enjoy his own dancing. Isabel watched her dancing boy become stressed, and soon he could no longer watch the movies that made him move with joy. Flash forward to now, and before he leaves Texas with his son in tow, he drops by his abuela's house. He presses play to the Bluetooth on his car stereo and blasts some music that brings Isabel out of the house. She smiles as he dances for once again. The moves are a little rusty, the rhythm off a bit, but the joy on his face brings tears to her eyes.