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i fucked up, got far too deep into the Cars trilogy hyperfixation. I read all the fics i could find on ao3 with lighting and doc having this father-son relationship, wasnt enough. also, as always, my mind was full of stupid ideas. one of which included Lightning having a sister.

after...a week of being haunted by visions, i finally wrote a scene about it. basically, in this au, lightning has a sister, Cass, 4 years older than him. He thinks she' s dead, but oh no, she actually joined a crime syndicate hahaaaa. (in my vision, she was forced. in their childhood, she used to pickpocket and do illegal stuff do get money for them. someone bad noticed her, and years later, she s forced to join, otherwise her brother would get killed.) anywayyy. so i wrote a scene where she's on the run and somehow stumbles upon radiator springs.

LMK IF I SHOULD DO IT AS AN ACTUAL FIC CUZ AAAAAAAA.

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She knew it would come to this- hell, it was inevitable! The moment she agreed with the old man to join his merry band of misfits, she knew she’d anger the wrong person one day and would find herself on the fine line between life and death. The only surprise is that it happened so late, but in this sort of situation, being late is better than being early.

  She’s been riding her motorcycle, going through various forgotten roads, abandoned villages, for hours now. 3 forgotten villages now, but no food, no first aid kits, just dust and scorpions invading the ruins. The towns nearby were out of the question as well, who knows where those roaches are hiding, waiting for her to show herself? Far too dangerous. She’s desperate, but not that desperate.

  It’s been 30 minutes since the last sign of civilization and the sun was starting to go down. She needs to find shelter, and fast. As if a miracle from god, a sign appeared “road 66, welcome to radiator springs”. 

‘huh…this will do’. getting close, she could see it was a small town, borderline to being a village. It seemed  cozy and peaceful enough, she might not get found here.

‘Safety..” What a bitter taste. When was the last time she felt safe? Did she ever feel safe somewhere or with someone?

She parks near the what-seems- to-be-a restaurant, ties her jacket properly to make sure her wound wouldn't be noticed and does her best to walk without wincing. She looks miserable, she’s aware of that, but she should at least make the effort to appear vaguely alive and put together, not on the verge of collapsing (which was exactly how she felt). 

On the inside it looked significantly better than outside. Rows of tables, a row of chairs by the bar, the soft lighting and decorations from a 70’s movie.

‘A bit cliche, but it would do’, she thought as she walked to the bar to see if the local was still open to visitors. It was empty, after all.

A tall woman, tanned skin was cleaning the kitchen and suddenly noticed her. She rushed to the newcomer, abandoning the wet cloth on a counter.

“Hello sweetheart, are you okay? Do you need a glass of water? I’m sure I can find something to eat for you”

She didn't get the chance to answer that the woman left in a rush, returned with a glass of water, some sort of pill- vitamin pill? it looks like it-, then left for the kitchen. 2 minutes later and one empty glass of water, the woman emerged from the other room, putting on the counter in front of her a plate.

It wasn't much: bread, some mashed potatoes and a fragment of chicken. For some reason, the woman looked apologetical.

“I’m sorry, honey, this is all I had left”

“no, no ,it's perfect. thank you” and she started eating. How long has it been since she last ate a warm meal? More than a decade, she muses.

20 minutes later, she was done. She had to take her time, the wound would have made her throw up otherwise.  She slowly took out her wallet from a hidden pocket of the jacket, but was quickly stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

“it’s okay, honey, you don't owe me anything”

what? but she ate her food, made her stay before the program, and wasted her time.

“But I-”

“no need. If anything, you did me a favor.  I felt guilty throwing all that away, now i my heart is at peace”

She nods, gets up, thanks her -the first genuine one in years-, and leaves the establishment. She didn't want  to bother her even more.

Walking around, surveying the streets, there was no where she could take shelter for the night.

‘the street it is’ she thought with a sigh, but then a door opened up nearby. A young man, early twenties, stomped outside holding a garbage bag and mumbling something under his breath. He seemed…familiar, for some reason. He dumped the bag in the can, and turned to leave but saw her standing, clutching her abdomen. Widening  eyes in surprise, he rushed to her.

“Are you okay?” That voice…what a dumb luck, huh?

 She never considered herself a lucky person, but to end up right in the town her brother resided in.. hah.

 “who are-”.

 And it seemed the revelation hit him too. 

They stared at each other. She was frozen, unsure what to do, how to react, whether to run away or not. He was white as a ghost, as if he’s seen one. She might as well be a ghost, she looks like shit.

“Are you…Cass? Is that you?” he sounded uncertain. It was better to be that way than to take it at face value, less heartbreak. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't.  Instead, she coughed up a blood cloth.

looking up, she saw his worried face. She didn't want to worry him. He had his life, she had hers.

“No, sorry,” she said. ‘It is better this way’ she thought as she walked away, struggling to not limp or wince too hard.

“WAIT!”. She didn't stop, he didn't move. He stayed there, frozen in place, she left, disappearing after a corner.

“Kid! Are you okay?” He was brought back from his trance by the voice of his mentor standing by the door. He couldn't answer though, he couldn't form any coherent sentence.

“Lighting, talk to me” he could hear the man approach, but he couldn't move, couldn't muster a word.

A hand was softly rested on his shoulder, and as Doc whispered a soft “Monty”, his brain reloaded.

“Doc! you- you need to help her! You're a doctor, right?  right, yea, please-”

“woah woah, kid, calm down. help who?”

“My sister. or I think she is my sister.. ? She did say no but…” he trailed off then remembered the point “there is this girl, she was wounded, i think she went that way. please, help her” He pointed in the direction.

“Go inside, I'll solve this” Monty nodded, he walked inside slowly, deep in thought, as Doc rushed -as fast as a 60 year old man could- to help the mysterious (why mysterious, she might be his sister) person.  He laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling. it didn't make any sense. He thought he was dead. He’s 80%sure it’s her, Cass. But she said she’s not…no, she could be lying. But why would she lie?Does she not want to see me? she did leave but…where has she been? Why is she wounded? Is someone trying to hurt her? kill her?

Was that really Cass? 

and with a million questions in his mind, he fell asleep, a small frown on his face.

Meanwhile, Doc found her. A girl, mid twenties, sleeping- though she looks like she fainted, not fell asleep- on the ground, her back against the wall of a building. Her face was troubled, brows furrowed , prominent eye bags,  the evident remnants of blood not cleaned properly. Her right hand was clutching her abdomen where blood was slipping through the fingers onto her clothes  and the dirt.

It was a sad sight, more so for a doctor like himself, but he’d do what he must. With all the strength he still had in his knees, he tried to help her to her feet. She didn't wake up, clearly too exhausted.

Doc sighed. He knew he didn't have enough strength to help her up, much less take her to the clinic. He needs help. Luckily, he took his phone with him. Dialing the number, he was surprised when Red, their local fireman, answered. He quickly explained the situation and hung up, knowing he could count on him. Maybe the sheriff would have been the more obvious choice, but he asks too many questions. In such circumstances, it’s better to work in silence.

Red came in 5 minutes. He didn't even need doc’s help, because he picked her up bridal style and then followed the doctor to the clinic. Putting her down on the patient bed, doc thanked him, asking him to stay. Help is needed.

Morning came. She woke up groggy. sat up -despite knowing she fell asleep on a street- on the patient bed. The wound didn't hurt that much anymore, it was bearable. She somehow felt cleaner. The grime on her face was gone, the cuts on her fingers were protected by small bandages.  Looking around, she found herself in a sterile clinic. It wasn't big, but it seemed proper enough. A man, mid 60’s by his face, was sitting at a desk drinking from a giant coffee mug. He didn't notice her wake up, maybe this was her chance to bolt away.

The moment she put her whole weight on her feet, she crumbled to the ground.

‘great fucking agent i am…cant even stand up properly’ she thought with annoyance. and to her further displease, the man noticed her and rushed to help her up. She had no other choice but to accept the help. Acting like a petulant child would do her no good.

He helped her sit on the bed then took a few steps to give her space.

“glad to see you’re awake” she nodded. could she get away with pretending to be mute? she doesn't feel like talking.

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EXACTLY.

And then they will go on and treat them like some angels capable of no wrong when they tormented snape ( and possibly other students as well)

Marauder fans will Look you dead in the eye and claim James was a feminist icon like that man didn’t constantly Harass lily and threaten to hex her if she didn’t go out with him.

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i ve been on this app for a while and it still surprises me ( somehow) that people are willing to romanticize tom riddle to the point of forgetting his crimes and his whole essence or simply excuse his actions to make room for lovey dovey stories with a yn.

now, the question is, how much can we excuse his actions till it becomes absurd? how much of his actions r understandable and acceptable?

to start things, we need to resume his whole character. boy from the orphanage, raised during ww2, abused ( speculation) and then goes to Hogwarts.

the fact that we dont know much about him from canon leaves space for interpretation and reader discernment, but what can we deduce from the previous points?

given that he grew up during ww2 ( canon atp), we can rightfully assume he grew up in poverty, clothes from the older kids as he grew, forced to work as he got older ( back then, they( the british) needed as much help and working hand as possible to undo the effects of the war and support the contry and the community), scarce food to the point of malnourishment and being bullied. the bullied part is something we can mainly agree on, considering the orphanage is religious ( i dont remember if it s canon or not) and magic was viewed as smth ...demonic by religion groups. considering how mean kids are, they would have bullied, taunted and hurt him. this encouraged young riddle to develop his own version of wandless magic through intent and the need to survive( + the spite and inner anger. the need to take revenge given that in his eyes he was superior due to his intelligence and magic). we know he stole from other kids, killed thst bunny or smth, and said the famous " i can make them hurt if i want them to" to dumbledore ( or smth like this, idk im citing from memory). he took advantage of his intellectual prowess and magic to compensate for the lack of physical strength ( malnutrition and yea....)

now. how much of his Hogwarts behavior can we excuse knowing this? given the uncontrollable environment he grew in, our boy has clearly a deeply rooted need for control and the fear of vulnerability ( id suppose to him vulnerability =dead ), making him resort to manipulating, seducing (i dont see him as above this, truthfully), and lying.

also, he came to Hogwarts, clearly excited to meet people like him. growing up misunderstood and then finding out there s a world with wizards like him, he felt obviously excited for that. well then imagine his disappointment when fellow slytherins started to bully him for being a "mudblood" (muggle family name). i assume this made him even more bitter, resentful. he might have understood from this that the only way for him to be safe and respected if by inflicting fear ( a mindset he developed in the orphanage. maybe he saw how the kids left him alone if he scared them well enough¯\_(ツ)_/¯). so what does our boy do? study, isolate, become an expert in the magical world to gain the upper hand. he gained the respect of the teachers ( sole exception being dumbledore but we dont talk abt him) by being respectful and studious.

given his track record, i wouldn't be surprised if he took small revenges on the bullies in ways that couldn't be traced back to him. sure, the bullies knew it was him, but who would believe them? there was no proof, and the teacher would not even accept the idea that meek riddle would do smth bad.

anywayy, with time, he grew in popularity and when the time came he put all the bullies in their place.

our riddle became a prefect, a headboy, respected figure. some admired him, fawned and worshiped him. those that didnt feared him.

see ? control. he took control of his surroundings when he grew up lacking any.

in his first years (1-3) his innocent face might have helped make people underestimate him and see him as meek, like he couldn't hurt a fly, innocent. then he grew and bam! face card made it easier to charm people. he surely learned early in life how to measure his words. in my eyes , his public persona would be soft spoken, smiling with kindess (fake, yes. but i see him as the type to practice his smiles in the mirror. his genuine smile would be a scary sort of grin, a smirk), calm and with measured gestures. basically? the type of person anyone would fall in love with due to how perfect he seems.

now. how much can we excuse from his behavior now that we know him?

truthfully? next to nothing.

not even hurting others during his formative years. not excusing myrtles death, not excusing the death of the rabbit, and 100% will never excuse what he did as voldemort

the point is that we can understand a character, the complexity, nuances and all the actions that were driven by trauma, but we shouldn't excuse any character s bad actions due to trauma. understanding/empathizing≠excusing.

u see, i love his character. complex, nuanced, tragic, but u ll never see me excuse murder or bullying js cuz he was traumatized. i will, however, empathize and try to understand the "why" in his actions.

thanks for coming to my ted talk!

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one thing I'll never understand is the marauders part of the hp fandom. dont get me wrong, i dont have an actual problem with it, but it's weird that you made a piece of fanfiction from ao3 your canon.

james isnt some cool jock who found redemption, he never did. canonically, he was a bully and only pretended to change for lily. and many of yall from the marauders fandom like to overlook what he did to snape and other people (cuz i doubt he was only targeting snape)

lily was pressured into going out him. he was pushing her boundaries, not taking no for an answer and overall being a pushy jerk.

snape x lily( i dont remember the ship name) isnt rlly a good ship. snape, due to the trauma and the abuse from his life would prolly develop a codependent attachment style. they are better of as friends, imo. and yea, he called lily a mudblood. but if he had apologized, everything would've turned out better. and his behavior in the books doesnt have an excuse. yea, he lost the one he loved, he was bullied by james, BUT HARRY IS NOT HIS PARENTS. treating a child in a certain way due to how the parents are is extremely prejudicial and shallow!

the james x regulus thing is funny to me, because regulus was scarcely mentioned in the books, and we barely know shit abt it him, all the fandom uses as info abt him fanfiction.

i dont have a problem with the marauders, but please dont act like it s canon. dont act like your version of the marauders era is the absolute, the canon vers, some common knowledge. dont romanticize bullying, pushing boundaries and being a shitty person

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hiii so,

random thought, but in this side of the hp fandom one of the many and popular theories is that Tom Riddle hated his humanity and wanted to be something bigger, greater, some sort of superior life form, right? from this, i can theorize so muchhhh

for example we can make a funky headcannon that tom riddle was painfully human - lupus, sweaty hands, always being cold, hair that had to be washed daily otherwise it would get oily, chronic migraines, etc- to the point it got on his nerves! this asshole is prideful, and im inclined to think that despite seeing himself as superior to others (due to his intelligence and magical prowess), he hated his weakness, his own human limitations.

what if the end result of voldemort was what he wanted ? not a simple consequence of his horcruxes, but a desired result to be inhuman. maybe he saw Egyptian deities that have an animal head and wanted that too, maybe he wanted to be some sort of life form above humans.

i like to think that making horcruxes influenced him greatly, in the way food started to taste like ash, he started hearing voices and got urges to hurt or kill (more so than his usual sadistic tendencies). he became immortal, he created a new identity -voldemort- , he gathered followers to worship him => he wanted to be a god.(reminds me of suguru in this aspect)

now, is this from his innate belief that he s superior therefore some sort of god, deity, or is it from the religious trauma he must have endured in the catholic orphanage? who knows. maybe both

point is, tom is a smart guy, genius even, so im not going to disregard the fact that he probably knew the consequences of creating horcruxes (insanity and becoming disfigured). srs, before making the decision of making his very first one, he must have read anything he could on the subject so he'd know any and every downside to it. as the fuckass said " voldemort is my past, present and future". it s a part of him, a choice he had made, and not a saddening consequence.

were his good looks useful in his manipulation? yes. did he appreciated his good looks? yes. but did he regret losing them? i doubt it. sure it came in handy but he's the the type to value intelligence and control above looks and aesthetics. (js the vibe i get, dont sue me). and if someone's manipulation is dependent on their face and ability to be charming and seductive, then sorry to say but that s not actual good manipulation (from his point of view anyway).

voldemort is still a part of him, a part of the grand painting that is tom riddle, so lets not forget this okay? okay.

i might post my random thoughts abt random characters from now on (depending whom im hiperfixating on atm, tho rn it's tom riddle)

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morro IS shadow the hedgehog and u cant convince me otherwise

rest in peace morro ninjago you would've loved shadow the hedgehog

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I used lloyd in a incorrect quote generator, and the results came out more accurate than i thought they would

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So i was talking with a friend, and he pointed out how Lloyd's smirk from s1-7 looks like gingerbrave cookie-s smile

So I've decided to do a little crossover

I present to you ☆the green cookie☆

Sorry, i know it's bad😭😭

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Am i the only one that sees the similarities between the first kung fu panda movie and lego ninjago??

Morro is like Tai Lung and Tai Lung is like Morro. They were adopted by the sensei(shifu/wu) because they were orphans. They were trained and made to believe that they might be the special ones( the dragon warrior/ the green ninja). They get angry because they werent, in fact, the chosen ones and get imprisoned( morro in the spirit realm/ tai lung in that fancy prison).They come later to defeat the current chosen one( po/ lloyd) to gain their title.

Conclusion? Po is the green ninja and lloyd is the dragon warrior

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If you think about it, lloyd is jesus

1. He is a direct descendant of the First Spinjitzu Master( who's basically god)

2. He was predestined by fate ( and FSM's plans) to be the green ninja, to save everyone and to bring peace

Therefore, lloyd is jesus

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It do be like that

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Manga spoilers yall

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Here is a stupid edit, Enjoy

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Did I watch Bungou Stray Dogs because I'm gay or am I gay because I watched Bungou Stray Dogs? Stay tuned to find out

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Very nice chuuya colored manga panel

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Just a colored manga panel of Dazai, i was bored and btw, this is my first time coloring a manga panel