#little mac (mentioned)

[digitaldogpark]

the one where cheerilee knows

[chrliekclly]

does anyone else ever think abt ingrid and jamie nelson?

[dogbound1128]

Your Nintendo protagonist is a teenager? Fuck you Mario's their dad now

[mbat]

i know its literally a vent au but seeing him so sad all the time was making me sad so i had to draw him happy, and all his friends are happy that hes finally himself now. also, hes not the only one!

i drew both an alicorn and earth pony version because... idk why not ahghg the alicorn one was the original cause i didnt even think about him just being able to be un-alicorned but then i looked at some of the posts for the au and was like. yeah i should make him earth also

[jade-muffins]

Hi I kinda like Birdie Mac

He's so goofy (in my mind anyway)

Random hcs I came up with:

- kinda stupid

- #1 sugar-free soda hater

- thinks you get almond milk by milking almonds (don't ask him how that works he doesn't know)

- Punk rock listener (that or anything that's hyperactive and loud)

- Brother-friend relationship with Little Mac

- snuck (hastily chugged) a beer once and threw up shortly after

- tried creating new phrases/slang like "what the chunk 🙄" in hopes of it catching on, but everyone he's used it around absolutely despised it

(ALSO I'VE BEEN WILD BUSY, BUT I SHOULD FINALLY HAVE THE TIME TOMORROW TO SIT DOWN AND DRAW THE REQUEST I GOT 🙏)

[bucketspammer4life]

little mac headcanons because hes the silly ever

feeling somewhat fergalicious today

Throws glitter at anyone who pisses him off, he mostly does this to the boxers to annoy them, he first asks what their favorite color is and then proceeds to absolutely blast them with handfuls of glitter, this doesn't really work on Don, Macho, Disco or Hippo as they think the glitter makes them look better.

Has selective mutism, usually speaks in very short sentences or just nods.

Has the worst pollen allergy ever to the point where can't go outside in spring without looking like he's on the verge of death.

Doesn't eat much fruits or vegetables as he has issues with texture except for apples, he likes crunchy food in general.

Sits in the weirdest positions ever, doc likes teasing him about it.

Can do a really good walrus impression, you don't get any context other than that.

Got into boxing after watching one of Doc's boxing matches when he was little, he then got hyperfixated on boxing and the rest is history, his boxing hyperfixation is still going strong.

Very slow eater, will not speed up unless he absolutely has to.

Sometimes does very cringy accents or impressions to piss the other boxers off, their reactions range from rolling their eyes to throwing hands with him.

Likes pokemon cards, actually has a binder full of them and especially likes the shiny ones.

Worst dancer ever.

Has been banned off roblox 30 times, yet he still keeps making alts, ancient egypt roleplay gets the worst out of him.

His first instinct when suprised is to just punch, this has (obviously) gotten him into trouble multiple times.

[artoatsblog]

If you put any of the punch out characters in a fantasy realm they would either immediately find a way out or immediately blow themselves up no between.

[ask-opsys]

Soooo, the thing that happens every April. Do we know what that is? What purpose does High Roller putting us into a gameshow serve? Why are they able to break the fundamental laws of time and space? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY DUCKS IN MY HOUSE????

...ow.

[tonitheloftwing]

i need to start posting my fic chapters here for hashtag exposure so erm

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60373105/chapters/161547895

chapter 8 of Egg done...... I'm too lazy to summarize what this fic is actually about rn but basically little mac is Baby Small, his mom and Doc are in a relationship, and there's a cat there

oh yeah and happy valentines day!!!!!!!!!

[mrtoby-stanley]

Those who know, know.

[dogbound1128]

You know how all Little Mac posters got him posed up like this with little hearts like this? Why would they market a boxer like this?

Anyways I think this means Mac is canonically a prettyboy

Which means he can do this

[sixearedshadow]

I hate the book they wrote.

One chapter.

Just another monster of the week.

Like I meant nothing to you.

Did you hate me that much?

~M

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1279: An Official Date Night With the Princess of Knothole~ (Sonic)

10:10 p.m. at the Streets of Knothole.........

Shadow: (Looks at the Town Lighting Up Around Him While Sally is Giving him a Ride on her Motorcycle the Whole Time) Hm. The town's looking pretty with those lights on tonight.

Sally: You can thank Nicole for that one. She's says it not only gives it more pizazz for tourists to see, but also help make the streets more alert and safer for bystanders. (Felt Shadow's Arm Hugging Her Waist a Bit More Tighty During the Whole Ride, Before Giggling)

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow at Sally Sitting in Front of Him) Find something humorous over there, your highness?

Sally: Just noticing how tightly you're holding onto me is all. (Forms a Seductive Smirk on her Face) You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you like having me ride you around in my Kawasaki~

Shadow: Well, it does feel refreshing to be driven on these ocassions rather than driving the cycle yourself on a regular basis.

Sally: ('Sigh') Yeah. Nothing beats having the breeze soothe your face as you look around at the scenery and enjoying the ride with your certain, handsome somebody taking the wheel~

Shadow: You want me to give you a motorcycle ride on our next date, don't you?

Sally: (Slightly Turns her Head Back to Shadow With a Bright Smile on her Face) Only if it's no trouble for you- (Went Back to Smirking) Handsome~ (Winks at Shadow Before Turning Back to the Road)

Shadow: ('Hmph') I'll manage just fine....(Turns Away While Blushing a Bit) So long as you're satisfied along the way.....

Sally: Hm~ A good looker AND a gentleman all in one?~ Seems I hit the jackpot tonight, don'tcha think?~

Shadow: Perhaps. (Turns Back to Sally) But I believe that you're far more strong and beautiful than every Choas Emerald I laid my eyes upon.

Sally: (Eyes Begins to Widened, Struck in Awe by Shadow's Compliment Before Gently Scratching Her Already Blushed Up Cheek With One Finger) O-O-Oh!~ I-Is that right....Thank you~ (Starts Grumbling Mentally) (Damnit, Shadow!!~) (Then Proceeds to Pout) (Since when did you became so flirty all od a sudden?~)

Shadow: (She doesn't seem to hate the pick-up line completely.) (Grabs his Chin) (Guess that means I'll have to thank Rouge for some of the dating advice she given me so far, after all.) (Sighs While Putting on an Annoyed, Deadpinned Look on his Facs) (There's no guarantee she won't gloat about it afterwards though......)

Sally: Alright. (Steers her Motorcycle Over to Sally's Garage Right Next to her House) We have finally reached our final destination! (Takes a Tiny Remote From Out her Vest's Pocket and Uses It to Automatically Turn On the Garage Door in Front of Her and Shadow) My humblest abode if you will~

Shadow: Hm...(Takes a Look at the Inside of the Now Opened Garage) Your garage looks cleaner than the last time I saw it.

Sally: (Slowly Drives and Approaches her Motorcycle into the Garage) Yeah, I just cleaned up earlier today. It was in desperate need of tidying and rearranging......

Shadow: I see. You did well all things considered.

Sally: Thank you~ It was all in the days work. (Parks her Motorcycle onto It's Very Spot amd Takes The Key Out of It's Ignition Before Hopping Off Ot Along with Shadow as They Take a Stroll to her House) So, how do you about spending the rest of the night with the princess in her very home? (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) You nervous?~

Shadow: ('Hmph') Not in the slightest. I'm more than contempt on spending the rest of my time with you so long as you're fine with it.

Sally: (Smiles Brightly) Oh, trust me, I am more than just fine~ Your company alone has put in a brighter mood these days,believe it or not. (Stops at her Front Door Before Searching For and Then Using her House Key to Open It) Now, my home isn't nearly as fancy as my family's castle but....(Continues Rambling On)

Shadow looks down at the palm of his hand, remembering the advice Rouge and the rest of his found family has given him months ago before taking a deep breath. It was now or nev-

?????: Shadow?

Shadow: Hm? (Immediately Comes Back to Reality Before Looking Up at Sally Staring at Him)

Sally: (Frowns a Bit) You look like something has been bugging you. Are you okay?

Shadow: ('Sigh') Yeah, I'm fine. For the most part honestly. Can we stay out here for a minute? There's something I want to show you.

Sally: Sure. What is- (Raises an Eyebrow in Suspicion) Waaaaaaait a second. I know what it is.

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) You do?

Sally: (Poits at Shadow) Uh yeah, obviously! You think you were sooo slick in your last visit, but not tonight! I'm ready for you this time, Shadow the Hedgehog! No mercy~ (Puckers Her Lips Up For Shadow to See)

Shadow: (Trying his Hardest Not to Let Out a Single Chuckle) What exactly are you doing right now?

Sally: What does it look like? I want a kiss!~ Right on these royal lips of mines, come on!~ (Went Back to Puckering her Lips Up)

Shadow: (Snickers a Bit) What are you? Cinderella?

Sally: (Comically Glares at Shadow) I am my own princess, thank you very much! (Turns Away While Blushing and Pouting Shyly) Besides, it's not my fault that surprise kiss of yours took me outta the loop there. It nearly took me the entire day to get my knees to stop shaking after that......

Shadow: (Crosses his Arms) Hm. I feel your struggle on that one......

Sally: (Scoffs While Rolling her Eyes) Please. Like you, The Ultimate Lifeform, could ever get bashful over a kiss you indirectly caused.....

Shadow: It's the truth. I've been a flustered mess after I warped myself back home that night. I couldn't fully concentrate on my tasks at work the next day all because of it. ('Sigh') And when I reluctantly told Rouge and the rest our teak about it, she never let me live it down ever since.......

Sally: ('Sigh') She sounds exactly like Bunnie. I love her to death, but my God, I cannot tell you the amount of times she starts poking fun at for having jelly for knees or as she likes to say it- (Does a Southern Cowgirl Accent) "Girl, you better watch yourself or those knees of ypurs are gonna end up shakin' like fresh, green jello on a hot week of July~"

Shadow: (Chuckles a Bit) That accent of yours sounds exactly like her. I'm impressed.

Sally: (Playfully Takes a Bow) I aim to please~ (Smiles Bashfully While Twirling her Hair a Bit) Still, as surprising as that kiss was, I don't hate it at all....I like a lot in fact. S-So, don't be afraid to kiss me anytime you want, okay?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded to Sally's Request) I'll keep that mind going forward, but that's obviously not something I want to show you right now. It's this. (Swiftly Summons Two Demonic Looking Wings on his Back)

Sally: (Eyes Widened Right on Cue at What is Shown in Front of Her) Woah. You can summon those wings this whole time?

Shadow: Yeah. On my own free will surprisingly enough. But that's not all. Last year I was given a DNA after I completed my training exercises back at GUN. Apparently due to my ties with this evil alien tyrant, Black Doom, in the past, I have one third of his DNA, making him my biological father whether I like it or not. ('Groans a Bit in Disgust') And I'm really not a fan of it......

Sally: (Has Been Grabbing her Chin While Examining Shadow's Wings the Entire Time) That....somewhat explains it. (Comes to the Realization Before Giving Shadow a Worried Expression) Was this something you were afriad to tell me this whole time?

Shadow: ('Sighs in Defeat') For the most part. (Turns Away While Rubbing his the Back of his Quill Back and Forth) Might be hard to believe, but I truly enjoy your company thus far. The last thing I want to do is to have any part of me make you the slightest bit uncomfortable. (Suddenly Felt Sally's Hand on his Cheek)

Sally: (Gently Tilts his Face Back to Hers That Has a Soften, Reassuring Smile) Hey, you don't have nothing to worry about, alright? I won't think any differently of you just because you're part alien.

Shadow: Is....that right?

Sally: (Happily Nodded) Mhmm. From the day we first met, I can tell you're not as evil some of your so called peers would say that you are.

Shadow: Yeah, they never like me to begin with, not that I cared either way.

Sally: As you should. Never give anyone who disrespect you, the time or day- (Gives Shadow the Most Sincere Smile Imaginable) And never stop being the person you've shaped yourself up to become. Because I, for one, think you're already great.

Sally leans herself over and gives Shadow a kiss on the lips, causing his wings disappear on their own in an instance

Sally: (Moves Back Before Giggling)

Shadow: What?

Sally: I made you blush~

Shadow: (Felt the Flustered Flare on his Cheeks Before Turning Away Again) Don't be absurd. It was only the temperature got me this way.

Sally: (Giggles Some More Smirking Playfully) Sure it was~ (Grabs Shadow's Hand Before Walking Them Both to her Front Door) Come on. We gotta get ourselves comfy for the Lost in Romamce marathon.

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow Confusion as He Follows Sally into her House) Lost in Romance?

Sally: It's this new spanish, romance show Bunnie recommended to me not too long ago. (Walks Bake to the Door and Closes it Behind Her) It's filled to the brim with twists and turns and I haven't even caught myself up just yet. (Turns to See Shadow Looking Around her Living Room) Hey, aren't you gonna sit down or what?

Shadow: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality as He Looks Back at Sally) Oh. Sorry. (Sits Himself Down on the Sofa) I was only looking around for a sec. This is the most normal looking room I've ever seen owned by a princess yet.

Sally: (Makes her Way to the Sofa) Told you my house isn't anything to write home about. (Sits Herself Down Next to Shadow as She Wraps a Bearby Blanket Around the Both of Them) Now hush and get comfy. We're in for once hectic night~ (Turns her TV on with Her Remote)

TV Screen: No descansaré hasta ganar este partido y tu corazón, Carmen, mi Amor!!! ('DING' 'DING')

Shadow: So this all started in a bull fight?

Sally: Yep. (Points Shadow to a the Guy Fighting The Bull Screen) See that guy over there wearing a toupee? That's Don Flamenco: fearless matador by day, Spain's pronoun boxer by night, and a hopeless casanova all around. Regardless of how many ladies has fallen for him, he only has his eyes set on only one beautiful soul-

TV Show: Carmen, mi Amor~

Sally: Yeah, her.

TV Show: ('Kissing Noises') Ohhh~ Don Flamenco~ ('Moans and More Kissing Noises')

Shadow: ('Scoffs') Privacy much?

Sally: (Smiles Sheepishly) Yeaaah, just a heads up: This show could get real hot and spicy in most of these romance scenes. Unapologetically to be in fact.

TV Show: Demuéstrame tu amor, Flamenco!~ ('Moans')

Shadow: ('Sigh') This better not awaken something inside of me......

Sally let's out another giggle as she rest the side of her head onto Shadow's shoulder as they continue to watch the marathon together.

Two and a Half Hours of Binge Watching Later........

TV Screen: (Shows Don Flamenco Growling While Angrily Ripping Fliers Apart with his Bare Hands Before Furiously Screaming Out.....) LITTLE MAAAAAAAACCCC!!!

The screen fades to black with only a "To Be Continues" text being shown before it all goes to the credits rolling altogether.

Sally: Damn. That episode was lot more intense than I thought it would go out. (Turns to Shadow) You think he'll ever get Carmen back?

Shadow: (Shrugs) Who knows? What he- (Suddenly Starts Yawning a Bit) -needs to worry about is channeling all that anger into his rematch against Little Mac.

Sally: (Gently Rubbing the Side of Shadow's Quills) Aw, you getting a little tired there, hon?

Shadow: Only slightly. ('Yawn') It'll only be a matter of time before I actually fall asleep.....

Sally: (Helps Shadow Up From the Sofa Along With Her) Alright, but you're not sleeping on the sofa. I slept there once and trust me, it was not a relax experience at all. (Smiles Softly) Let's go sleep in my room instead, yeah?

Shadow: ('Sigh') If you truly don't mind.

Sally: Of course I don't. (Walks Shadow to Her Room) And no, I won't let you sleep on that cold floor either. Instead, you will have the wonderful privilege to sleeping in bed with me for the rest of the night~

Shadow: Going a little forward tonight, aren't we?

Sally: Hey, you only live once. Or twice if you're lucky- (Suddenly Points at Shadow) Don't look.

Shadow: Hm. (Turns his Head Away From Sally as He Takes his Shoes Off and Place Them by the Leg of the Dresser) In that case, I suppose I'll have to give you my thanks for your hospitality tonight, as well as for our date night. (Gets On and Lays Himself Down on Sally Bed, Still Looking Away) It was.....fun while it lasted.

Sally: Likewise!~ You're the most intriguing hedgehog I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, Shadow, you know that?

Shadow: I've been told that by a few scientists at work already. (Smirks a Bit) It's more flattering if it's from you.

Sally: (Giggles Softly) Well, I'm so honored to hear that, hon~ You can turn around now.

Shadow turns to see Sally laying on the bed next to him wearing a gray tank top and a navy flare pants, all while staring at him seductively..

Sally: So~ How does it feel to be in the same room, much less in a bed with a princess tonight?~ Nervous?~

Shadow: ('Hmph') Not even. I'm just thankful to still be off this week.

Sally: (Let's Out a Satisfied Sounding Groan) ('Ugh') Saaame! Can't tell you how horrendously long and boring those meeting I had to attend to were. But that's whatever at this point. (Hugs Shadow) Cuddling and kissing the Ultimate Lifeform is my top priority now~

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow Again) You want another kiss?

Sally: Yeah, if you don't mind- (Smirks at Shadow Seductively as She Gently Places her Hand onti his Cheek Again) Shadow mi Amor~

Shadow: (Starts Blushing Again With Annoyed Glare on his Face) You did that on purpose.

Sally: Shut up, baby, you know you love it~

Shadow: ('Tch') Whatever.

And so, the newly appointed couple begins to kiss one another once again until they eventually falleb asleep in each other's arms.

@meme-boys-blog

@decibelcoatl

@bestpony666

@ma-lemons

[thunderstomm]

HWLR: Future AU- Casual Outfit References (Coop & Cruise)

I’ve drawn these designs a few times, so I found it befitting to make proper references for these two looks! While the racers don’t get many days where something isn’t going on (wether that’s races, training, events, advertising or something else entirely), it would be silly to spend the days you do have off in the racing gear… even if they’re still incredibly recognisable without it on.

Like my previous design references, I made these to use for myself, but wanted to share the full looks as I’ve drawn them before, and they have changed or evolved in little ways as I’ve refined them. They also include abridged descriptions for both characters, and a few design notes.

Bonus! Some of the developmental material and further annotation on these looks! A small look into my process and some of the choices I made in designing and finalising these looks. You can also spot some scrapped or unused concepts on the visual inspiration boards, and what stayed the same. As always, any and all questions regarding the AU are open!

[bucketspammer4life]

bald bull headcanons because im bored and need to distract myself with something otherwise i will explode

**blasts you with my autism beam**

Worst cook ever unless he has to microwave something,somehow manages to fuck that up too, makes really good soup though.

Do not let him drive, ever. Not because he's bad at it but because he will get out of the car to fight with someone, road rage fears this man.

Has to wear earplugs before going to sleep or he will just wake up every 10 minutes and stare at the ceiling.

Can and will drink coffee right before going to bed, somehow manages to sleep through all the caffeine.

Has broken through walls more than once, usually from punching them or accidentally running into them too fast.

Does not know how to comfort people other than a pat on the back.

Has a frenemy thing going on with Super Macho Man, they will throw hands and then go hang out together right after.

Has tripped up on stairs more than he'd like to admit.

Picks up Mac from the back of his shirt whenever he gets mad at him and stuffs him into a locker.

Has had to run from the paparazzi on multiple occassions, had to hide in Glass Joe's house once during a trip to france for a match.

Suprisingly patient.

Hates being punched in the stomach a lot, it hurts like hell to him and has left him unable to move for a day once.

[m0ns00n53]

Hi. Yes, this is my insanity [pats on head]. If it sounds familiar, I ripped it right out of my current project because it needs to be its own little stand-alone and I’m just dying to toss it into this void as well. Also because mentally torturing a certain someone (probably not who you’re thinking!) is great catharsis and I highly recommend it😉

Plus this is like, shameless self-promo. You know when you pick up a book and it’s got that two-page hook completely out of context? Or it’s at the end so when little-kid-you picks up the forbidden book to see if the story ends happy, you instead land on the next thriller’s hook-scene and become convinced that all Dean Koontz’s stuff has shitty endings

Welp, that’s this😏

(Oh, content warning: Huge Spoilers for Season 2. dark thoughts, intrusive thoughts—flirting with suicidal, but not quite there. Also, graphic violence to cars, and mention of blood)

If you do happen to find yourself “hooked” (teehee), the fic is

Without further ado:

Anger + Adrenaline (so christened for this post)

03:15

Two hundred horses growl in Jim’s ears, protesting against the two large boulders he’s using to both urge them on and restrain them. He stands still in the darkness, listening to them fight each other, fight the chunks of granite. They’re all too eager to throw themselves into that sturdy acer macrophyllum just sixteen feet ahead, glowing in the headlights.

Jim can relate to that need for movement, for action. It’s why he chose to do this himself. It’s why he just took the jet all the way here. He needs….

In. Out.

He isn’t sure what, exactly, has kept him from releasing the car to its destruction.This road won’t be deserted for long: he should’ve removed the rock from the brake pedal ten minutes ago, gone on to bash out what remained of the windshield and spatter the interior in some of Angus’s bagged blood from Phoenix Medical. Cordoned the whole thing off so they’d have realistic evidence of the crash that has left Jim’s son lying half-dead, twenty miles away in Colorado River Medical—

This is why, he wants to scream as his fist bangs into the hood’s dark, warm metal. This is why Jim stays away. Matilda can judge him as much as she wants, because she won’t ever understand. And that’s fine, as long as she does her job, carries out his orders and minds her own business. She doesn’t have to understand him, or his choices.

In. Out.

She probably doesn’t realize just how easily he can hear her judgment, as well as all the other things she didn’t say during that most recent phone call he’d initiated after too many hours spent tossing and turning. But Jim has always been good at reading between the lines. He didn’t need to witness Dalton’s grief-crazed attack on the Phoenix—the man’s own people….

For a moment, Jim lets himself wonder if there had ever been a time when Jonah might’ve done the same….

Regardless. It had been clear from the very beginning, from the moment Matty had refused to come back and manage the other teams, do her job.

There is a chance…a very high chance….that Angus will leave Jim. Angus will leave him for Ellen….

Ellen.

He doesn’t know what to do with the childish insistence screaming through his head that it’s not fair. This feeling…it’s out of control. He wants to take the precious red Jeep his son loves so much and smash that into scrap as well as this company SUV. After all the years of damages Angus has accrued….

In. Out.

From the very beginning, he was such a destructive kid. Jim had given him the benefit of the doubt when he was seven. Curiosity ran strong in the veins of both sides of the family, and a sealed container of butylithium and nitrogen doesn’t look like much to worry about until it’s too late. That had been on Jim, keeping it in the shed within reach of a precocious little boy who could never keep his hands away from where his mind wanted to go. He still remembers how Ellen had been the exact same way, those inquisitive blue eyes flashing above her mischievous smile, hands always reaching out to touch….

In. Out.

The car had been different. Angus had known exactly what he’d been doing that time.

Still. Jim can’t deny the flash of pride he’d felt, confronting that little perpetrator at the scene of his crime. Nine years old, streaked head-to-toe with dark grease and surrounded by the innards of his victim, Angus had stood tall in their garage, blue eyes remorseful but blond head held high. He hadn’t protested Jim’s charges or his sentence. And watching him tackle it—watching him teach himself how to piece every bit of that engine back together, all on his own….

That had been worth the seven straight weeks of bus fares.

Jim’s pride sours, sticking uncomfortably in his throat. Without further hesitation he circles back around to the drivers’ side of the car, reaches into the footwell and shoves at the granite chunk closest to him—

Ripping his arm out of the way just in time for two hundred horses to charge ahead, roar straight into the solid trunk with an explosion of deafening sound.

There’s no fire. Not that Jim expected one, but with the way things have been going…But that’s one thing that went right, at least. The only light is coming from the tail lights and single headlight that still functions. Passenger’s side.

Jim grabs the designated tree branch—a good size, about half the thickness of his arm and twice as long. Dragging it behind him, he pulls his SAK from his pocket and clicks on its flashlight—pauses.

The place where Angus would’ve sat is a crumpled mess of plastic, aluminum and fiberglass.

In. Out.

Bashing a hole into the windshield has become a non-issue. Jim drops the limb across the jagged edge that remains, halfway into the gaping space and onto what’s left of the driver’s seat. A believable culprit for an impalement….

Without his permission, his brain begins speculating what kind of injuries it’s all covering for. GSW, a stabbing of some kind….

In. Out. There’ll be time to learn about it in all its gory details when he reads the reports stacked on his desk. Another avoidance she knows about, and judges him for.

Which is fine.

As he shines his light over the wreckage once more, Jim lets himself imagine—for the briefest moment—how it would’ve felt to have been behind that wheel. If that had been his foot lifting from the brake, shooting him toward the maple. Would he have been able to leap out, heart pounding with adrenaline, to land in the fallen leaves? Or would he have failed, and turned planted evidence into something all too real….

In. Out.

He bends down and reaches into the little cooler beside him, lifting out the bag of his son’s blood—trying not to notice how heavy it feels, or how it shakes in his hand.

Angus.

Here’s a bonus gif I found in the gif search of Oversight being shitty😒