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Aww this turned out lovely

6 Ships on Cars/Planes characters

A while back, I had people all over Tumblr give me requests on Cars/Planes ships that they liked and I would draw only six of them. Despite it taking me more time than I liked on the art, I enjoyed doing it nonetheless. Apologies to the rest of the people who requested the ships I didn't do, but hopefully, I'll be able to do those ships in separate posts in the near future. Anyways, I hope you enjoy what I made, and as always, stay safe out there and have a good rest of your day/evening.

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[14] Unhinged cars or planes headcanon of the week:

Dusty and his friends conducted a formation flight for Skipper's burial.

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You are so incredibly based for this

cruz ramirez had a massive crush on carla veloso and she cried her eyes out when carla crashed in the wgp!!!!

(something for the epic @nebbbula2's ucopwednesday :3)

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Another Blade for the Blade collection

Blade ranger

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[13] Unhinged cars or planes headcanon of the week:

Skipper watched Top Gun for the plot

Chug watched Top Gun for the plot (the F-18s)

Dottie watched Top Gun for the plot (the hot men)

Dusty watched Top Gun for the plot (the hot men and the F-18s)

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I've never seen a planes edit go this hard holy shit

✦༅ DUSTY & BLADE | don’t steal, please!

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tragic yuri inevitable

guess what 🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁

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YOOOOOOOO

"this was all my fault"

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[12] Unhinged cars or planes headcanon of the week:

Dipper took Blade to get his color analysis done. He reluctantly plays along. He’s a deep autumn.

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art aura unmatched

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[11] Unhinged cars or planes headcanon of the week:

Every time I imagine human!Sally, she's wearing a sharp blue blazer with matching slacks + bright red lipstick.

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(meant to post this last week, but I clicked "save as draft" instead and forgot about it oops 💀)

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What a great design. You gave him so much personality!

i wish italians were real

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THEY COOKED HOLY SHIT

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Love how you gave sheriff the deep lore he needed

Unhinged Cars or Planes Headcanon Wednesday: Sheriff

Been wanting to gush about my beloved donut car for a while, now. Enjoy!

-Sheriff's full name is Sheriff Royce Campbell (Factory Designation M8C1949255CU09281934). He is the oldest of two children sired to Sergeant Henry Campbell and Maryanne Elizabeth Campbell nee Sheetwelder. He was manufactured on September 28, 1934 at the Ford Factory in Detroit, Michigan, and was modeled in the likeness of an Old World, 1949 Mercury Eight two-door coupe.

-Most everyone in his family is a cop or works for the police/FBI in some capacity.

-Sheriff grew up in Charlotte, North Carolina, and he enrolled in the Charlotte Police Academy when he turned nine, just like his father.

-He received the Honor Graduate Award in 1945 for his academic acumen, high level of proficiency with a firearm, and his technical driving skills. He was hired by the Charlotte City Police Department almost immediately thereafter, with his father serving as his FTO.

-He was recruited into a revenuer task force in 1947 under the command of Captain Lorence Camber where he would achieve the rank of Corporal.

-For reasons unknown he was demoted back to officer status and transferred to Carburetor County, Arizona in 1949 where he served as a deputy under Sheriff Randy Coldweld. Coldweld's way of policing was unlike anything Sheriff encountered in Charlotte. He fully believed that empathy and compassion were FAR more effective at controlling crime than fear, and he worked bumper to bumper with Stanley and Lizzie to make sure that the residents of Radiator Springs had access to affordable food, housing and education.

-Coldweld was forced to retire for medical reasons in 1950. A special election was held that year, and Sheriff was elected to replace him.

-He only keeps in touch with his brother, having been disowned by his late parents shortly before moving to Radiator Springs.

-Sheriff knew Doc's true identity--having figured it out pretty early on in their friendship. He never let on because he respected Doc's privacy, though he came clean after the tie-breaker race.

-Despite his conservative upbringing, Sheriff is bisexual, though he prefers male company. He and Doc have been in a relationship since 1958; sort of a best friends with benefits situation

-While working for the CCPD, he had a pair of .378 H&H Magnum rifles mounted to his undercarriage. He swapped them out for parking boots when he became the sheriff of Radiator Springs

-He loves Lightning like a son

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[10] Unhinged cars or planes headcanon of the week:

Human!Ripslinger has two tattoo sleeves full of birds done in black and white. Each bird represents an aircraft he’s been certified on.

(sorry for being late/low effort this week y’all, my city got hit with a blizzard that damaged our power line and cell service. My house still does not have power)

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I also love suffering thank you

Y’ever just in the mood to suffer?

I’m in the mood for some suffering rn soooooo

(TW: grief, death. Hurt no comfort.)

The cold water flowed over him soothingly. His engine was still hot from the race to escape, but the water helped cool him down quickly. Another puff of bubbles came up from the respirator. Finn knew he wouldn’t make it back to the shore on his own, but the crabbing ship couldn’t have made it far. If he could catch up to him, he could catch a ride back.

The calm feeling of the water moving past him was a jarring contrast to the rush he had just experienced. Finn’s mind was still on edge, waiting for the next split second decision he’d need to make to avoid a violent death. But there were no more decisions left to be made. He checked his direction again. It was correct. There was nothing left to do but catch up to the crabbing ship.

Time slowed. The rush was wearing off and dread was replacing it. There was a level of dread that he’d only felt a handful of times in his long life, and it was coming in. The water suddenly felt chilled, the night all consuming. Finn pressed on. He still had to make it to the crabbing ship, yes, that was his mission now. He had priceless photographs that he had to send to London. If he didn’t make it back to shore, no one would ever know the oil platforms were out there.

A faint glowing on the surface caught Finn’s eye. It was distant, but as he approached he made out the wake of a small ship. It was the crabbing vessel! He kept on until he had made it to the ships side then he deactivated his submarine system and released airbags to pull him to the surface.

“Sig!” Finn realised the last time he heard his own voice, he had thought Leland was still alive.

The ship jerked in alarm and gasped. “Buddy?!”

“Sig, pull me up!” Finn coughed as he got hit by a wave.

“What are you—?? Okay, hang tight!” Sig pulled around and lowered his winch. “Grab on!”

The waves were relentless, but Finn got the hook fastened around his wheel then braced as Sig reeled in the line. The wooden deck couldn’t have felt better under his tires once he was on board again. He deflated the airbags then dropped in exhaustion.

“You really scared me, you know that? I didn’t even see you go overboard.” Sig watched Finn through a mirror.

Finn opened his mouth to speak but found that he was more winded than he thought. Sig asked him a few more questions, but they went right over his head.

“I’d like to get back to the harbour,” he got out finally, “if it’s all the same.”

A moment of silence fell before Sig answered. “Sure thing, buddy.” There was a solemness in his voice that he must’ve picked up from Finn’s tone. He didn’t ask any more questions after that. The ride back to Dutch Harbor was silent as the grave.

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The sun had just risen when Sig pulled into the harbour. It was an uncomfortably bright morning with not many clouds.

Sig watched Finn roll down the ramp to the dock. The little, blue, sports car didn’t look a thing like the suave machine he saw the night before.

“I don't know what happened out there last night. I don’t want to know what happened out there. But I hope it all works out, okay? You take care, y’hear?”

Finn glanced up at the crabbing ship. “I’ll do my best,” he said then drove on his way. He didn’t have it in him to hold a conversation. His fuel tank was pinging him incessantly so he pulled into the town's one station and filled up. The more gasoline filled his tank the more the empty feeling grew.

The sun was rising steadily and gave a slight warmth to the cold day. Finn drove back to the motel he had been staying at. It was still early enough that a silence covered the whole town. Though it was small enough, the silence may have simply been the norm.

Finn closed the door behind him then froze. Leland’s belongings were still in their places around the room. His nightly parking spot was glaringly empty next to Finn’s. The blinds were all drawn making the room dark except for pin pricks of light that made it through the blinds. The room was suffocatingly quiet except for the ticking of a single clock. It stayed quiet. Finn didn’t move. He was engulfed in a numbness. Nothing about that morning felt real.

After a moment, he pulled up to the low desk and plugged his film memory into the laptop then called into London. The pictures slowly transferred while the call connected.

“Finn McMissile, reporting in,” he said when the call connected.

“I hear you, McMissile.”

Finn recognised the car on the screen. Joyl was his name. He’d been with British intelligence for a while.

“You missed your check-in this morning,” Joyl continued.

“I was off location. The battleship did indeed reveal a second base of operations, and there may be more ports involved. The ship docked at a deep sea oil platform. I’ve attached coordinates along with photographs.” Finn went over the shipment of the television camera and Zündapp’s involvement.

“I’ll get the photos to the lab right away. For now, stay at the Unalaska location. Lay low and wait for orders,” Joyl said while occupied with the computer on his end. “Is Agent Turbo there with you?” He looked up when Finn didn’t answer right away.

Finn blinked. “He didn’t make it,” he said plainly.

“Oh. My condolences.” Joyl glanced back at his computer. “Right, well, stay put. We’ll be contacting you when the orders are in.”

The call ended.

Finn flinched. The transmission Leland had sent was still open on the computer screen.

“This is Agent Lel—“ he promptly shut the laptop.

He didn’t make it.

The clock ticking came into focus again as did a rush of emotions Finn wasn’t prepared for. The numbness had been awful but this was so much worse. Finn backed into his spot. Every shred of him was exhausted. He needed to finally get some rest after that horrific night. But it seemed impossible.

A loneliness the likes of which he’d never experienced sank onto him. Leland didn’t come back with him. The spot next to him was empty. Leland wasn’t going to be coming back with him ever again. Chills racked over Finn’s entire frame. Images flashed through his mind, good times, joyful memories that stung in that moment in ways he couldn’t have imagined. The last fifty years came rushing back to him at once, then it ended in a chorus of things Finn had never said. He’d never get to say them. There were questions he’d never get answers to, time that had ended so violently fast.

Finn felt himself shaking as the last of the rush for survival wore off. It left him raw to the grief. An aching pain clawed itself through him. Reality set in and the world caved in with it. That last image of Leland flashed, crystal clear, the license plate sticking out of a mass of unrecognisable metal. It shocked him all over again as the image kept flashing in his mind. The bent remains of Leland’s grill seared itself into his memory, then a whole new wave of guilt hit him. If he had gotten there faster, if he had gone with him in the first place, if he had done anything differently, Leland might have been there next to him in that moment. But he wasn’t. He was in the middle of the cold, dark Pacific Ocean and he was never coming back.

The next wave of pain was indescribable. Before Finn knew it, he was sobbing uncontrollably. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried about anything. It was completely involuntary, desperate, and excruciating. Nothing he could do would hold it in. The waves of pain and guilt and loneliness wouldn’t stop. It swallowed him whole and sunk its teeth into him. There was never a time in his life when he wanted more badly to have a car there with him, and that car was Leland Turbo.

(That movie changed my brain chemistry. I’m so sorry.

Fun fact! This is the first time I’ve posted a fic of any length in actual years. I think like five years. Damn. Ooh and my first Cars fic I’ve ever posted

Also I know the crabbing ship’s official name is “Crabby” but I opted to call him Sig, after the captain of the real life ship.

Shit, I can’t believe I’m posting this so close to Finns birthday…. Noooooo it’s 3am in London 😭😭😭 it is Finns birthday! Ahhhhhh IM SO SORRY FINN!!!!!)

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Suddenly I DO own an airfryer

He knows you don’t own an air fryer