#professor pat pending

[soapkaars]

Sometimes you get possessed and you draw a 25+ panel comic about a Boardwalk-empire style alternate universe take on the wacky races where most of the races are bootleggers, moonshiners, and mobsters, with two lost WW1 ace pilots participating and trying (and failing) to not get on the wrong side of their fellow participants.

Note 1: Lil' Gruesome is a blatant Peter Lorre ripoff because in the show his voice actor does a Peter Lorre impression. Lorre being a film noir actor who liked playing terrible people is being honoured here by being cast as a terrifying Gyp Rosetti stand-in, with some Hungarian flair delivered with the help of @faustiandevil

Note 2: Don't worry about Red Max, he'll be fine

Note 3: 'Piroska' refers to Little Red Riding Hood, 'Most, biztos jól össeszartad, nemde?' means 'you just shit yourself, didn't you?' (sorry if I made any spelling mistakes!)

Note 4: Really, don't worry about him. He's fine, everything's fine.

Featuring: Dick Dastardly in a not-so hidden romantic relation with Red Max, Professor Pat Pending, Penelope Pitstop, Lil' Gruesome, and Big Gruesome silently looking on

[acmeoop]

Oh My There’s A 1000 Pound Anvil Dropping On Me “The Dipsy Doodle Desert Derby” (1968)

[ben-the-hyena]

From my understanding, the show's crew wanted to include the other racers, but Warner Bros. didn't own the rights to them. I do wish the others had been included... I like to think I.Q. idolizes Professor Pat Pending.

Speaking of I.Q., one thing I do wish the reboot focused on a little more is the big sister/little brother sort of relationship he has with Penelope.

Oh yes I know, but I think it was good like that no matter what purists thought, it would have been too many (though I loathe the pirates and I would have liked if they were someone else). Also I HC Pat Pending is IQ's maternal grandfather

Oh I am fine with that, I think they all worked out great the way they were

[sohannabarberaesque]

Somehow, Professor Pat Pending may have met his match here--or hath he?

[sallufix]

MADE MORE CONTENT OF THE DUO rahh this one's actually cool as hell i did not know how i got creative with the poses it is NEVER like this i didn't even need to scroll through Pinterest for inspiration this time!! But er yeah it's dumb but im thinking of naming them the Christmas Kids based on that one song (but solely because of their colors rlly)

I also made a lineup of some OCs in the lbmr artstyle! If you're wondering who Ester is then they're part of that Oblivious Prison lineup i posted a while ago. I was thinking, if i ever made a fan case; who would the criminal be? And immediately remembered that i quite literally already made one LOL (Again, Zeph belongs to @slyzia !)

+ Extra out of context comic

(Don't be shy to hit the duo up with sum questions in the ask box!! It'll come with a lil doodle or maybe even a comic like this >:])

[disneybuddy]

any iq headcanons

I have a couple...

He knows who Professor Pat Pending is (they could even be related) and idolizes him.

He's not very popular with kids his own age. His fellow Wacky Racers are the first actual friends he has.

None of the other racers know what "I.Q." stands for (if they ever actually say what it stands for in an episode, please fill me in).

He graduated from college when he was seven years old. That's why we never see him going to school.

Even though they aren't related, he sees Penelope as a big sister (it's confirmed in the show that the racers see each other as family anyhow, so it's not much of a stretch).

He was pretty disappointed to find out there were episodes where the racers did stuff without him (the one where they go to Italy, the one where they meet Peter's brother, the one where they're in the bayou). The other racers promised to go back to those places with him at some point.

[conceptoriginalvehicules]

#professor pat pending in the convert o car

[glapplebloom]

Still doing these...

I grew up watching the original Wacky Races on Cartoon Network, but never really got the chance to see the reboots. The first of which is called Wacky Races Forever, which was only a pilot about Peter Perfect and Penelope Pitstop’s kids. Then there was the newer reboot which I only saw one episode but never got the chance to follow since I did not have cable. But seeing more out of context clips, I decided to give it a shot again. Two episodes since they’re half a half an hour.

Starting with the first episode, it’s basically the Snow Olympics. While I am sad there’s less characters than the original (like no Ant Hill Mob?), this does give the show more time to make the characters more than one note. Like Peter Perfect being more cautious but also more accident prone. As the first episode has him taken out first, with no involvement from Dick Dastardly. It wouldn’t be until the third competition where he finally begins to cheat like he does. 

And the weirdest part, he’s more successful. Granted, not directly but in the first episode each competitor gets eliminated one by one because they say “it’s a good thing this thing didn’t explode” and then said thing explodes. It came to the finals where Dick and Muttley competed against each other. But then they seem to work together, only for Dick to live up to his name and eliminate his partner. And because of that, in the end the first winner of the Wacky Races reboot is Muttley.

The next episode is a traditional Wacky Race with cars and everything. They also seem to be missing the scientist kid that was in the first episode. It makes me think this was the legit first episode since it gives a better introduction to the characters (except for Ignatius Quinton "I. Q." Ickly, the Professor Pat Pending replacement). And about 3 minutes in, the races are over as the little town wants to celebrate because they’re celebrities.

I do love the wit as there are some great lines. “I’m lactose intolerant.” “Actually Dickie is just intolerant generally”. That’s a fun line in the second episode. Despite being in a race, the next day they're still at the village. But as Dastardly just wants to go, the others are just too nice to refuse such hospitality. And the next day, they try to sneak out but another party happens. The next day, they try running. And it goes on and on for a good while.

By I think 10 days, they got their fill of food and looked more like eggs. And by the time they can leave (because the villagers were just being polite and felt they overstayed their welcome) they finally continue the race. Not in their cars because they got too heavy for it but on motor scooters or something like that.

Overall, I’m kind of torn. On the one hand, I do miss the race part of Wacky Races. Even when they get into hijinks in the original, there’s always a winner. See Eddache’s Video about scoring the racers. On the other hand, I enjoy the animation look, the characters being allowed to be more wacky instead of just tropes and the writing I enjoyed too. I say it is a pretty good reboot.

[casejsaisi25]

Keiko Iwao (My Hanna-Barbera Cinematic Universe OC)

Name: Keiko Iwao

Age: 13, later 14

Occupation: Professor Pat Pending’s student assistant

Weapons: modern technology, mythology, ski poles

Backstory: Born in Little Tokyo, California to Suyin and Hiroshi Iwao, Keiko was happy as any child can be. When she just turned ten on a cold November (the following week), Keiko and her parents went to a ballet in New York City but upon leaving the theatre, a horrid snow storm appeared and despite Hiroshi’s cautious driving, their car crashed into the woods. Keiko survived, but her parents were gone. Now, Keiko lives with her aunt Miyuki and uncle Jiro Chirko, studying with Professor Pat Pending.

Personality: As her own parents died, Keiko is worried that the people she connects with will be gone the second she blinks, so she is mostly spends time with her dog, Bijou (My other HBCU OC) at malls or the tranquility of the forest. She keeps her mother’s necklace from childhood, unknowingly by her made by a young Dick Dastardly as his only gift of love before turning to a life of crime.

Keiko is friendly, street-smart, helpful, book smart, and even motherly in heart, but her insecurity and tragic past makes her shy and lonely. She is engrossed in modern technology but is very sweet to animals from the tall to the small.

Keiko may seem like a strong willed girl but is easily a damsel in destress: if she is about to fall off a breaking bridge or needs a help (for example, to save her from monsters), someone close will come to her rescue. She knows all elements in both modern and ancient history. Despite her fragility, Keiko can be very acrobatic and uses her ski poles to swing her body over anything from ice to stone.

Inspiration:

Her last name comes from Hanna Barbera artist Iwao Takamoto.

Pocahontas (Disney): They have connection with and hold the knowledge of nature and have necklaces of their mothers.

Jane (Return to Neverland): They both wear sweaters over their night gowns.

Tabitha Templeton (Boss Baby: Family Business): both are scientific, intelligent students

Dorothy Gale (The Wizard of Oz): both are girls who are easily frightened and tend to cry.

Tarzan (Disney): Keiko’s athletics and speed

Densia (Hanna Barbera Smurfs): Keiko is loosely based on Densia, both black haired girls who hang out with main villains (Densia with Gargamel, Keiko with Dastardly) but friends with his enemies (Densia with Smurfs, Keiko with the other Wacky Racers).

Role in Hanna Barbera Cinematic Universe:

Keiko chases her scarf while playing ice skating, which heads up in Dastardly’s airship version of the Mean Machine, discovering Dastardly’s soft side. Caught by the surprised Dastardly, who is angry with Muttley for not returning with motor oil for their ship, she runs away in fear and unwittingly reminds Dastardly of an old childhood friend who tragically died. Then by the third encounter, they spark a new friendship and Dastardly treats her with respect due to his constant reminder of her resemblance to his deceased childhood friend. However, he isn’t aware of Keiko is Suyin’s daughter as she isn’t aware of her mother’s friendship with Dick. Dastardly thought Suyin (or Su as he called her when they were kids) died when she fell in a frozen lake. He was a young teen and she was four or five, they had a close bond. When he tried to rescue Su, Dastardly thought he was too late and didn’t see if she was okay due to the cruelty of his father, who threatened both Dastardly and his brother, the Dread Baron until their mom stepped up and took the boys away out of fear. But Su did survive, thanks to the necklace he gave her, only lost hearing in her right ear. They never saw each other again. But Keiko does remind Dastardly of her mom, but they do not know the truth until later on.

Muttley immediately liked Keiko before Dastardly’s first meeting with her, and the feeling is mutual.

The Wacky Racers, especially Professor Pat Pending, Peter Perfect and Penelope Pitstop, are happy upon learning Dastardly and Keiko’s newfound friendship, and they do their best to unite the two loving lonely hearts. Keiko loves Peter and Penelope like parental figures.

Hanna-Barbera series

1960s to 1980s Voice: Lucille Bliss (the original Smurfette voice)/Katie Leigh (Densia voice)

2020s Voice: Probably have any newcomer Japanese-American actress should voice Keiko.

Trivia:

Keiko is presented here as if she would be in Disney series, despite being a Hanna-Barbera OC.

[lesbianquery]

Wacky Races Aesthetics: Professor Pat Pending

“And there’s ingenious inventor, Pat Pending, in his Convert-A-Car!”

Suggested by @gargasexual !!

[aesthetic-allie-things]

The Wacky Races

(+Bonus) 

The Mean Machine

[randomshyperson]

Wanda x Reader - You’re the only exception

Gif is not mine.

Prompt from anon: “Childhood best friends, and reader is basically a fuckgirl who’s only soft for her childhood best friend wanda, they’re constantly teasing and flirting with each other but they never take each other seriously and then something happens and reader gets jealous and realizes she’s fallen for wanda and then she tries to go for it but wanda doesn’t take her seriously bcs she’s a fuckgirl and a player. “

Words:  4.964k ////// Read on AO3

Warnings: Language, mentions of smut, but its mainly fluffy

You wake up with an arm around your waist. Squinting slightly, you look around the room. You think you are in a warehouse, probably the one near Avenue Two, a few meters from the bar where you were last night. You don't know who the girl next to you is, but she is pretty. You didn't ask her her name when you danced with her, and she didn't ask yours when she dragged you here.

You remove your arm from around your waist and stand up, looking for your clothes. Judging by the brightness entering the room, it is morning. And you groan slightly, thinking that your parents are going to kill you.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you put on your pants and reach for your cell phone. The screen is glowing with several missed calls and voice mails. You roll your eyes impatiently at your parents' controlling mania.

- Were you going to sneak out? - said a female voice startling you slightly. The girl you were lying with woke up, and was sitting up in bed, her tone slightly ironic.

- No, I was going to leave a note. - You lie with a smile. And then you make your best sad expression. - I really have to go.

- My friends told me you were a player, I should have known you'd do that. - She replies without really looking upset.

You let out a dry laugh, finishing buttoning up your shirt and putting on your sneakers. She waves her hand and smiles as you leave the room.

//-//

You definitely need a cup of coffee. So when you leave the unknown girl's apartment, you look for a coffee shop. Entering the place, you sit at the counter, unlocking your cell phone to read your pending messages.

- What can I get you? - Someone asks and you raise your eyes, blinking slightly as you notice the attendant. You smile at her as she says.

- Your number.

She looks surprised, but smiles shyly, and then you tell her your actual order.

When she brings you your pancakes and a coffee, a piece of paper with her number on it is on your plate.

You eat while checking your cell phone, and from your instagram feed you find out that yesterday's party was amazing, and that your best friends had moved the celebration to a parking lot when the police asked them to turn down the music in the house. Yesterday had been Steve Rogers' birthday, but you couldn't make it because you went to a rock concert at a bar, and you actually had plans to join the party, but got involved with a girl and never showed up. You hoped Steve wouldn't mind.

Finishing your coffee, you smiled at the paper with the waitress's number on it before putting it in your pocket, and leaving the place, you probably weren't going to call.

//-//

Your mother is furious when you come home. She screams, and accuses. And you roll your eyes, drop your keys on the counter, and slam your bedroom door as you enter. You shower, and change into more comfortable clothes, and then escape through your bedroom window.

Within two minutes you are at the house of your neighbor and best friend, Wanda Maximoff. You climb up the wall ledge into her room, and tap on the window to get her to let you in.

- Hey, Romeo. - She mocks your position as she opens the window, you laugh lightly as you enter the room.

Wanda sits back in the chair at her study table while you throw yourself on her bed.

- Where were you last night? Steve asked about you at the party. - She says, glancing quickly at you before returning to writing in her notebooks.

- Wanda, darling, I love Steve. - You say. - But between him and a hot girl, which one do you think I'll choose?

Wanda laughs, making a wry expression.

- I should know.

- Is that jealousy? - You scoff slightly, making her laugh again.

- You wish.

And then there was a knock on the door, and Pietro, Wanda's twin brother, entered the room.

- Wanda I need to... Oh hello. - The boy smiled at you charmingly, and you just raised your middle finger at him, making him laugh. 

- What's wrong Pietro? - Wanda asked.

- I need you to give me a ride. - He says. - Daddy won't let me drive because of detention.

You giggled lightly, remembering that Pietro was grounded for fighting at school, and almost got suspended. You know because you spent a lot of time with the twins. Wanda lets out an impatient sigh.

- Where to?

- I have practice today. - He says shrugging, and Wanda frowns.

- It's Sunday. - She replies suspiciously.

- Oh, Wanda, come on. Please. - He asks, and Wanda rolls her eyes.

- You'll owe me.

She says as she gets up and Pietro leaves the room excited. 

- Are you going with us?  - she asks you, but you lazily deny it.

- Thanks, but I'm going to get some sleep.

- Make yourself comfortable, just close the window when you leave. - She tells you, and then leaves the room. 

You decided to sleep in your own bed, the smell of Wanda's shampoo on the pillows was distracting you for some reason.

//-//

Mondays were horrible. You dragged your feet toward the school entrance, wishing you could go back to bed. Your first period was history, and you were already sleepy with anticipation.

You barely stepped onto the school grounds when Tony Stark threw his arm around your shoulders, greeting you.

- You are completely crazy! - he remarked with amusement. You blinked in confusion, and he laughed. - I told you that girl was taken.

You really weren't following the story. You reached your lockers, and Tony let go of you just as Steve and Pietro reached you.

- What girl are we talking about, anyway? - you asked as you searched for your books.

- Romanoff, smartass! - Tony replied leaning on the locker beside him. - Someone saw you go down on her in the outdoor patios, and everyone is talking about it. - He tells you, and you giggle. 

- And this is a problem because why exactly? - you replied with irony.

Tony laughed incredulously. Steve and Pietro listened to the story with amused expressions on their faces.

- I don't know, actually. - He says. - But I don't think her boyfriend will be happy to find out.

- That's really not my problem. - You reply with mock amusement. And then you finish taking your books and close the locker, turning to Pietro. - Where is Wanda, anyway? When I left home, you guys weren't outside.

Pietro chuckles. 

- You were late. - he retorted. - We went ahead, and Wanda is probably talking to the coach.

The bell rings and you grumble, saying goodbye to your friends, since you don't share the same history class. You have been used to going to school with Wanda every day since the first grade, and you don't understand why you missed that brief moment so much this morning. You imagine that it is just the usual.

//-//

You only meet Wanda in the third period of the day. She is distracted, and you are curious.

You walk over to her desk, and she is smiling at her cell phone screen.

- What's with that smile? - You tease, and she immediately blocks the phone, putting it on the table, and making you look at her suspiciously. 

- I don't know what you are talking about. - She replies in a tone of embarrassment and mockery.

- My God, you're sending nudes, aren't you? - You exclaim in shock, and Wanda blushes slightly as she laughs, and you sit down beside her.

- You're the worst. - She retorts, looking forward.

- But I'm hot.

You tease, and Wanda rolls her eyes laughing again. You don't talk anymore because the chemistry teacher walks in next, and he hates talking in his class.

//-//

You are bored while listening to the health presentations from last term. You were the first to present, accompanied by Tony and Pietro, because you really wanted to finish this work soon, and now you were leaning over your desk, trying to stay awake while the other students were talking.

Tony patted you on the shoulder to get your attention, and motioned to your left side. You frowned, and then looked up to where he was talking.

It took you a moment to realize that at the two tables after yours was a student with her hand down the pants of the student next to her. You held back a laugh, looking away immediately. 

- No fucking way. - You commented to Tony, laughing softly. 

The professor asked you to be silent next, but you and Tony lowered your voices as much as possible to continue whispering.

- That's Valkyrie and Thor. - He tells you. - They hang out with the bikers kids.

- They'll be expelled, that's for sure. - You reply with irony.

But then the teacher says he will lower the grade of whoever is speaking and you sigh impatiently as you decide to be quiet.

//-//

Wanda is hiding something from you. And she has disguised it very well, because none of your friends have noticed her strange behavior. But you do notice. You notice her distraction, the way she is even longer on her cell phone, or how she has been sneaking out between cheer practice and class, and when you ask, she just says that she was studying in a quieter place.

But it is Friday, game night, and you will have to find out what this is some other time. You put on the helmet of your uniform and walk onto the field, listening to the excited shouts of the crowd. American football games were very crowded, even if they were not the playoffs.

Tony and Steve greet you with a pat on the shoulder as you join the circle of your teammates along with the coach.

- Are you ready, tigers? - she shouts to you after reviewing the moves one last time.

- Yes, coach! - You and the team shout in unison, and move into position.

When you score the winning touchdown, the team lifts you up in the air as the crowd screams and celebrates. And you are laughing and raising your arms, and your gaze falls to the cheering area, looking for Wanda. And then your stomach drops when you see her, wrapped in a kiss with a boy you don't know.

And you don't understand the feeling that settles in your stomach, so you kiss the first girl who smiles at you, hoping that the feeling will go away. And it doesn't.

//-//

Everyone is saying that Wanda Maximoff kissed a boy at the game on Friday, when you arrive at school on Monday. You didn't come to school with the Maximoffs again, nor did you talk to Wanda all weekend.

You eventually find out that the boy is called Vision, or Vis, and is probably going to become the next millionaire in the country with a genius invention. He is part of the science club, and the debate club, and you have never met him. And then you are putting your books away quite hard on your locker, and Steve looks at you curiously.

- What did the locker do to you? - He teases.

- Bite me. 

Your harsh answer makes Steve laugh, and he doesn't press. And then you're walking toward biology class, and the same girl from the game stops you in the hallway. You think her name is Pepper.

- Hey, can I talk to you? - she asks with mischief in her eyes. You knew that a conversation was not what she wanted. And you took one last glance into the room, catching a quick glimpse of Wanda smiling at the phone screen, before nodding in agreement, letting the girl drag you into the nearest bathroom.

//-//

You don't return until second period, and you wait for the teacher to go to the bathroom before sneaking into the room, and throwing yourself into the chair next to Wanda.

- Shit, you scared me! - She remarks when you suddenly arrive. You laugh lightly, throwing the bag on the desk. And then Wanda looks at you with a mixture of mockery and incredulity. - I was going to ask where you were, but I think I have my answer.

You look at her confused, and then she turns to her backpack and pulls out a small mirror, handing it to you. You giggle when you see your reflection, lipstick marks across your collarbone and cheeks, and your lips slightly swollen. A few open buttons in your shirt too.

You try to fix your appearance quickly, and return Wanda's mirror when you are finished, but she doesn't even look at you.

And then the professor is back, and Wanda is distant, and you ignore the discomfort in your stomach.

//-//

You know that you need to talk to Wanda. You don't understand why she is distant, and why she won't talk about her new relationship. And then you are at her window, shortly after she has come home. She frowns in surprise to see you, but she opens the window and makes room for you to come in.

- Is everything all right? - she asks, sitting down on the bed. You hesitate, standing in the window space.

- Is something happening, Wanda? - you ask. - You are hiding things from me. Have I done anything wrong?

Wanda looks away quickly, moving her hands nervously. And you run your hands through your hair.

- I'm sorry. - She says looking at the floor. - I... I didn't know how to tell you.

- You can tell me anything. - You assured, coming over and sitting next to her on the bed, while entwining your hand in hers.

Wanda smiled, looking up at you.

- I met someone. - She tells you, and you keep your face impassive, ignoring the uneasy feeling growing in your stomach. - And it's recent and all... but it' s good. Vis is sweet, and kind. And I think I'm falling in love with him.

You nod, forcing a smile out. 

- That's amazing, Wanda! - You hear yourself say it, as if it were true. 

And then Wanda hugs you, apologizing for not telling you sooner, and you say it's okay. And when you lie on her bed, and go to watch a TV show, you want to cry. You know what has been bothering you all week. The realization hits you fast and makes your heart soar. You are in love with her.

//-//

Things are going relatively well. It's been two weeks since you realized the real nature of your feelings, and you've been ignoring them just fine. And you've accepted every invitation to parties, dates, and even any walk to think about anything other than Wanda. And even the people who know you are amazed at how many girls you've seen in the last few days.

At this very moment, for example, there was a girl you met in French class giving you oral sex against the gym bleachers. You were trying to concentrate on the feeling, but every time you closed your eyes you kept seeing Wanda. And you didn't want to think about her. 

And then the bell rang, and that was the perfect excuse to leave.

//-//

You are very drunk. You think you should have stopped drinking at least ten drinks ago, but you're pouring another one in your mouth. 

And then Steve takes you home, because you are in no condition to be left at a party. And you swear to him that you are fine, and that you are going to bed.

And then you head toward the backyard of Wanda's house as Steve leaves.

There's no way you can get up to Wanda's room without falling off the roof, and your brilliant idea is to throw pebbles at her window. But then it is Pietro who sticks his head out of the window, and he laughs when he sees your state, and you frown. 

- You crazy fool, that' s the wrong window! - he tells you in a low tone, trying to avoid waking up his parents.

- Call Wanda for me! - You ask in the same tone, he laughs shaking his head before going back inside, closing the window.

You start to look around for more pebbles, but then Wanda comes out the back doors, wrapped in a silk robe and looking at you in annoyance.

- What happened to you? - she asks as soon as she reaches you. You are smiling at her because she looks so pretty. - I called you a million times.

- God, you are beautiful.

Wanda blinks in confusion, frowning.

- You're not even listening to me. - She retorts angrily, but keeps her voice down to keep it down. - How much did you drink? 

- I don't know, Mom. - You mock trying to keep your balance. The surroundings were spinning a bit.

- You are unbelievable. - she grumbled angrily. - What do you want anyway?

And then you're laughing, at what you don't know. And then you walk over to Wanda and hug her, but she doesn't respond. You rest your neck on her shoulders, while whispering in her ear:

- Don't tell Wanda, but I am in love with her.

And then Wanda pushes you away and takes two steps back, an expression of pure shock on her face. You stumble backwards and start to laugh, trying not to fall on the floor.

- What did you say? - she asks incredulously.

- Shush. It's a secret. - You say. - Don't tell anyone.

- You're joking. - She says, and you feel your head hurt. - You're lying.

Your drunken brain has one minute of lucidity when you understand what you have just done. 

- I am not lying. - You tell her with a smile. - I am in love with you.

Wanda denies it with her head, you don't understand why her eyes are filled with tears.

- You're drunk. - She retorts. - And you're being mean. I want you to leave.

You sigh, and stumble to your feet as you turn around, walking in the opposite direction of the yard. You're not thinking clearly, but you think you don't like this conversation.

//-//

When you wake up, your head aches a lot. So does your body, and then you realize that you have slept on the living room carpet. 

- Wow, that is sad. - Your younger sister comments when she comes downstairs to find you on the floor. - I would get up before Mom and Dad saw you like that.

- My sweet God in heaven! - Your mother screams after seeing you lying on the floor. You hear your sister giggle and say "too late". And then your mother is running to you and helping you up. But then she smells your clothes and makes an incredulous expression. - Did you really pass out drunk in my living room?

You are covering your face with your hands in an attempt to lessen your migraine, while your mother starts screaming that you are completely irresponsible, and that you were grounded for the rest of your life, but you're not really paying attention.

You want to understand why your last memory of the night is the image of Wanda's crying face.

- And don't think that you are going to miss school today! - You hear your mother screaming while you are in the kitchen. Your sister listens to the fight with a smile on her lips as she eats cereal. - Get upstairs right now and take a shower! I'm taking you to school today! If you have the audacity to drink so much, you will bear the consequences...

The voice grew more distant as you went up to your room. You looked in the bathroom for an aspirin before stepping into the shower.

//-//

Bruce Banner really wasn't happy when he found out that you had slept with his girlfriend. He approached you as soon as you entered the school, and you had too much of a headache to deal with it now.

- Look, here buddy, it's not my fault that you can't satisfy your girl. - You sneer angrily, and then Bruce advances on you, punching the locker behind you. But then Steve appears and pushes him away.

- Get out of here now, Banner. - He warns with an irritated posture. Bruce hesitates.

- Let's see how you like it when she sleeps with your girlfriend. - He retorts angrily before leaving. 

Steve changes his posture completely when he turns to you, and his eyes are tender.

- Everything okay there, Y/N? - He asks and you nod absentmindedly, you really weren't paying attention to Bruce, you wanted to talk to Wanda. - I guess Tony was right. - Steve comments in a wry tone as you walk down the hall together, many looks at you impressed by the confusion. - Banner really wasn't happy.

- I don't give a fucking shit. - You retort with irony. - Have you seen Wanda anywhere?

The boy shrugs his shoulders in denial, and you let out an impatient sigh. You two have English now, and you're going to try to concentrate in class for a while.

//-//

You finally find Wanda, but you have no chance to talk to her now. She is giving a speech in the school gym. The principal has asked her to present the bullying prevention project, and as the class speaker, she has been selected to open the presentation. This would certainly bring good points for the college.

The presentation took about forty minutes, and even though your gaze was glued on Wanda, she didn't look at you once. 

And then when the presentation was over, all the students were sent back to their classrooms, and you had to wait in hiding until only Wanda and the three audio-visual students were left in the gym.

You walked over to them, and Wanda's eyes widened when she saw you, but she looked away quickly, hurrying to collect the papers that were probably the draft of her speech.

- Can we talk? - You said, and the audiovisual team present looked at you in surprise, but your attention was locked on Wanda. 

- I'm busy. - She replied, finishing picking up the papers and holding them tight against her chest.

- Why don't you tell me what's wrong?

Wanda looked away, but then one of the girls from the audiovisual team approached you with a smile.

- Hey, sorry to intrude. - She said in a mischievous tone of voice, and you blinked in surprise because you weren't even remembering the existence of the other people in the room. - When you're done talking to her, can we do something together?

You frowned, and before you could say no, Wanda let out an impatient sigh, and stormed out of the gym, bumping into you while mumbling "have fun". You were in shock for a few seconds, but by the time you ran after her, you had already lost sight of her.

//-//

Pietro was angry with you. But no one seemed willing to tell you what was going on. You were in the cafeteria, eating lunch at the same circular table as Tony, Steve and Pietro, and the Maximoff twin was treating you harshly.

- What's the matter, Pietro? - you asked mildly irritated when he gave you another judgmental look. But then he looked surprised.

- I don't really know.

You frowned.

- Excuse me?

Pietro let out a sigh and put the can of soda he was holding on the table.

- I don't know what you did. - He tells. - All I know is that Wanda is upset. And then so am I.

You raised your fingers to press them between your eyebrows, feeling a headache forming.

- I swear to God. - You complain. - I don't know what I did! She won't tell me!

- Damn it, don't look at me. I didn't even knew you two had fights! - He grumbles awkwardly. - When was the last time you were even angry with Wanda?

You laughed, tucking your hair back.

- Today I think. - You joked. - I don't really know, I never liked to fight with her.

- Then you must have really fucked up. - He remarks, and you let out a grumble, putting your arms on the table and sinking your head into them. - Maybe it has something to do with you coming over to the house drunk.

You raise your head quickly in surprise.

- What did you say?

Pietro blinks at you in confusion and lets out a short laugh.

- Girl, you showed up in our backyard, completely drunk at two o'clock in the morning. - Pietro tells. - You even went for the wrong window.

You let out a surprised exclamation.

- You're shitting me! 

Pietro laughed and denied it with his head.

- I don't know what you talked about, but when Wanda came back inside she was crying. - he says seriously. - She wouldn't tell me what it was, and I think that if I hadn't gotten up to get some water, she wouldn't have told me.

You let out a grumble and shoved your hands to your face, trying to remember. Too many flashbacks from last night came into your head. The party, the dancing, you in a triple kiss with Thor and Valkyrie, and a lot of drinking. And then you remembered the smell of Wanda's shampoo, and finally you knew.

You stood up abruptly from your chair, and Pietro looked at you in surprise, Tony and Steve who were talking next to you also looked at you and Steve asked if everything was okay, but you just nodded in shock at them and ran out of the cafeteria.

You needed to find Wanda, and clear everything up. She was too important to lose.

//-//

You look all over the school for her, and even after the bell rings, you don't go to class. You end up outside, on the soccer field.

And then you see her, sitting on the bleachers, looking straight ahead.

You smile, because she is in the same place where you met as children. As you walk up to her you remember:

“You were in the first grade, and you were playing hide and seek with the other kids at break time. And when you tried to sneak into the bleachers of the soccer field, you bumped into someone.

- I'm sorry. - you said, and looked at the girl in front of you. She frowned and looked down at her hands. You followed her eyes to notice the small kitten in her hands. - Wow, you brought your cat to school?

- I found him. - She answered, stroking the animal. - He was crying.

You moved closer to pet him too, and smiled when he began to purr.

- Maybe he's cold. - You said. - Where is his mother?

The girl shrugged.

- Do you want to help me find her? - She asked, and you smiled.

- Of course. - You agreed, offering to carry the animal, and the girl accepted. - My name is Y/N by the way. What is your name?

- Wanda.

You walked side by side out of the bleachers.”

You sat down next to Wanda, but she kept looking straight ahead. You bit the inside of her cheek, trying to think of exactly what to say. 

- I guess I have to apologize to you. - You said, and Wanda let out a dry laugh.

- is that so?

- But I'm not sorry for anything.

Wanda blinks in confusion, and looks at you with a frown. You look at her seriously.

- I will not apologize for my feelings.

- I'm not going to do that. - She declares, getting up, and walking off the bleachers onto the field, you follow her.

- You're going to keep running then? - You shout. - I love you! I love you!

- Stop saying that! - She shouts back as she turns around. You notice the tears in her eyes. - Stop it!

You take a deep breath, and try to calm the nervousness that is coursing all over your body.

- Why is this so bad? - You ask almost hurt, and Wanda lets out a wry laugh.

- Because I know you! - she replies, holding back her tears. - I know you don't date anyone! You go out, and you have fun, and then you leave! And I can't do that! - she finally lets the tears flow. - Not when I've been in love with you all my life.

Wanda lets out a shaky sigh at the confession and you lose your breath. 

- W-what...

- I can't do this. - She says turning to leave, you rush to run and get in front of her, and she takes two steps backwards nervously.

- Please listen to me. - You asked with desperation in your voice. - I love you. I do, please, Wanda. 

Wanda shakes her head, covering her ears with her hands and closing her eyes. You sigh, and wipe your own eyes. You take a deep breath, and walk over to her, tenderly touching her wrists to pull her hands away from her ears. At first she is startled by your touch, but she allows it, but doesn't look at you. You swallow dryly.

- Wanda, I've always been in love with you. - You confess, and she looks up in confusion. - From the first moment I saw you, I loved you.

- You...

- I never thought I had a chance with someone as amazing as you. - You tell her with a sad smile. - And then I found ways to distract myself from it. I'm sorry for hurting you. I never meant for that to happen.

Wanda lets out a sigh, and buries her head in your neck as she hugs you. 

- Please don't hurt me. - She whispers against your skin. You press her against you.

- I promise.

You hold each other for long minutes, and then Wanda smiles against your neck. 

- Kiss me. - She asks softly, making your whole body shiver in anticipation. You smile as you pull away only to bring your faces together. Your lips meet in a quiet, soft kiss, and you both smile. 

You think you finally understand all the romantic songs in the world.

[bucci-cookies]

To Be Young And In Love - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Ao3 version

“Is Professore Greco so boring you can’t even stay awake after 10 minutes?”

You felt someone’s elbow nudge the side of your stomach, followed by a teasing voice.

“At least try and make it through the introduction.” A hand moved to pat your head as you looked up from your table. Thankfully you sat towards the back row today, shielding your tired form from the intimidating aura of the lecturer.

Your eyes moved to the seat next to you as Maria shook her head.

“Don't judge me, I didn’t get much sleep last night." You stretched and yawned. Your eyes were red and puffy, barely able to keep open as the harsh rays of light from outside shone into the large theatre. 

"No shit!" She scoffed with a pinch of your nose. “I didn't think you would be up drinking though, you never do that when we have morning classes.” She could tell easily from how you shielded yourself from the bright lights of the theatre and the nauseous look on your face that you had been drinking, a lot.

"I’m under a lot of stress you know." You grumbled, trying to get back into focus and scramble together whatever notes you missed. "I just had a bad day."

"You seem to be having a lot of bad days lately," Maria mumbled to herself as she typed away on her computer.

"And what do you mean by that?" You raised an eyebrow, looking over at her.

Maria exhaled loudly, pausing from her note-taking. "It means I worry about you. I know that you have been stressed thinking about your mother, you've been overworking yourself a lot lately."

She wasn't wrong, anyone could see that slowly over time you had become more and more agitated, busy, depressed. To the point where you would go days without speaking to anyone at all.

"What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't worried about you?" She feigned a smile. "I hope you know you can tell me anything." She placed a hand on your shoulder. "I’m not going to judge, I swear."

You sighed heavily as you hugged her, resting your head on her shoulder.

You wanted to tell her, about Passione, about what happened yesterday.

But you couldn't. 

You couldn't risk pulling her into this with you.

In as much as she was a close friend who cared deeply for you, you were too ashamed to tell her that you were working with such a group as Passione. Maria was respectable and came from a family that was just that. She was tall and curvy with dark skin and bright hazel eyes, her intelligence and beauty were unmatched and that often left you intimidated by her.

It was better to say nothing, it would save you both from embarrassment and unnecessary harm.

“I’ve just been stressed with classes, work…my mother.” You rubbed your temple. “They moved her to a specialist hospital in another city, they said the infection is getting better but it left some damage to her body.” Your father couldn’t afford a hotel or house to stay in, he had to stay back in Sicily, the commute up north to Florence isn’t exactly the best.

“Oh, my darling I had no idea!” Maria exclaimed, a look of worry coating her face. “I hope they really can help her there.” She squeezed your shoulders in a tight embrace and stroked your back.

“It’s okay, really, I just need a moment to relax, to stop thinking about all of this.” You gestured widely. Maria nodded her head and rested her chin on her hand.

“Well I don’t know if you want to do anything together, but I’m almost always free.” She chirped, the energetic look in her eyes that made you smile.

“Thank you, Maria, I will keep that in mind.” You smiled, sitting up straight again. "But for now I need to focus on…" You turned to face the screen projection. "Certificates of pending litigation.” You let out a groan, Property Law was an absolute bore to you. You couldn’t wait to finish the module and move on to a more interesting topic, though you still need all your credits.

You managed to get your head in order and forced yourself to stay awake and listen to the rest of the lecture, Maria made sure of that by elbowing you the moment your eyes closed slightly.

As much as you tried to keep focus, your mind kept drifting to yesterday's events.

You had no idea what time you finally passed out, but it must have been quite late seeing how fatigued you were when your alarm finally went off.

Your body was heavy and smelled heavily of liquor and vomit that stuck to your clothing. Your head spun as a migraine shot through your skull making you cry out.

It took you a while to muster the strength to climb into the shower. With weak arms you pushed yourself up and stumbled towards the bathroom, pausing every few steps to lean against the walls to regain stability as the dizziness and nausea got the better of you. Slowly you stepped into the bright white bathroom, trying your best to not slip over as you got into the bathtub. Standing under the large showerhead, you let the cold water wake you up before switching it to warm.

You placed your hands on the smooth tiles and leaned towards it as you stared down the drain.

"Come on...don't be shy."

You gagged as the memories came back.

The feeling of his hands on you, clawing at your body made you squirm as your clenched your hands in tight fists. His chapped lips forcefully pressed against you as he held your waist.

He had seen your face too…

"If you keep looking like that you'll make me cry." A sharp pinch was felt on your cheek, by none other than Maria. "We have to go out, today, whatever is on your mind needs to be expelled." You looked around and realised the class was over, only a few students remained, most of which were discussing with the professor. “I’m your best friend, I hate it when you’re upset.” She gave a brief smile before frowning and patting your head. With a quick exhale, she had returned to her usual charismatic self. "Wear something sexy, we can try that new club, the one close to the accommodation." She nudged you playfully. "Ladies free all night on Fridays." She said in a sing-song voice.

"Ah...Maria…" Any other context would have been fine but after yesterday…

"Could we just go out for dinner or something? Or maybe the movies?" You suggested. You watched her expression change slightly.

She tapped her chin and hummed. "Well, I have always wanted to try that Libeccio's." She pouted with a shrug.

"Well let's go there then, 5 o'clock?" You were relieved she agreed to the suggestion.

"Sure." She beamed. "Anything to get you out of your cramped apartment."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I still can't believe you did that." Maria guffawed, hiccuping every so often on her drink.

You groaned loudly as you sunk into your seat. “Maria…can we change the topic please?" You couldn’t bear another second of remembering how much of an embarrassing teenager you were, Maria knew too much for her own good.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry." She tried her best to hold back her laughter but small giggles kept slipping out. "This is what happens if you let me drink too much wine." A sentence that went ignored as she poured herself another glass of red. Tignanello Antinori had such a gorgeous taste, a mix of fruits and spices that soothed your throat. You restricted yourself to a single glass, not wanting a repeat of last night. But the mood was completely different this time, you felt a breath of fresh air in you. The rich smell of savoury dishes combined with the pleasant atmosphere of the restaurant elevated your mood.

Maria glanced at something over your shoulder before going back to her food.

"Something the matter?" You tilted your head to the side.

"That table." Maria moved her head in the direction of a table near the back of the restaurant, you looked around briefly before turning back to your plate. On a small round table sat two people. One of them had long greyish blond hair and sat facing the away from you, while the other person had their nose buried in a newspaper. Maria leaned in towards you, covering the side of her mouth. "I think they are Passione."

"Passione?" You laughed awkwardly, for some reason tensing up. "What makes you think that?" You turned back to your plate of pollo pesto.

"Bucciarati, the lean one with the black hair." You looked up at her before turning back around. Sure enough, he was right there, the man reading the newspaper. You would never miss him with those striking blue eyes and characteristic hairstyle of his. "He always dresses so fancily and I always see him in expensive restaurants and clothing stores a lot, but I have never heard of or seen him work a day in his life. I also heard he...takes care of people." She cut harshly into her lasagne.

You didn’t explicitly know what she meant by “take care of people”, but it wouldn’t be outlandish to assume the worst. Although, he didn’t look like the kind of person to do such. He seemed so polished and proper, but you didn’t know his role in Passione as the only times you saw him were in the driver’s seat of whatever car he was using to pick you up and drop you off at whatever location Amato sent you to.

"Plus…” Maria grinned widely, you knew that meant she had something very gossipy to say. She leaned forward and whispered, “He seems to always be with a lot of women.” Bingo. “I heard he invited 5 women simultaneously to an estate up north for a whole WEEK. He must be crazy rich, but his name doesn't seem connected to any big companies or wealthy families, therefore, Passione."

You scoffed as you dug your silver fork into the bowl, piercing the soft pasta. "My mother always told me listening to gossip makes your hearing go quicker." You pointed the pasta laden cutlery at her before eating. "You’ll end up deaf at 30 if you keep poking your nose into things."

Though that was interesting to know. You had never really seen Bucciarati out in public as normal. So hearing that he was living a typical “rich bachelor” lifestyle was intriguing, you definitely didn’t expect it.

"Well I can't help it, I'm a sucker for it." Maria gulped down another glass of wine. "Oh did you hear? The peer mentoring program is back up."

"Peer mentoring?"

She broke a piece of garlic bread. "Mhm, they're getting second and third-year students to tutor those in lower classes."

"You think I'm that bad?" You joked, taking the other half of her garlic bread.

"No no, of course not." She took a bite. "I mean, it might help bring you peace of mind if you got some additional help. Neither of us is a qualified doctor that can help your mother, but at least you can make sure you stay on top of classes." She suggested.

She had a point, between work, Passione and worrying about your mother, your time for studying was depleting and you knew you needed to start this year on the right foot. It was your first year, after all, you’d rather not stumble at the easier points cause judging from the weary looks on the third-years’ faces, it doesn’t get easier.

"I see." You looked up at her. "Thank you for letting me know, I'll keep it in mind." You took a sip from your glass and wiped your lips with a napkin as you looked down at your empty plate.

Maria held up the dessert menu and pointed at one of the items. "Care to split a sundae?"

"Of course, you don't need to ask." While the pasta was amazing, it wasn’t too filling, you regretted not ordering a larger plate.

The waiter soon brought round a large clear bowl with three insanely large scoops of ice cream, chocolate, vanilla and caramel covered in whipped cream. On the side was an array of toppings: strawberries, chocolate sauce, cherries, marshmallows and wafers all neatly arranged on a rectangular plate. Everything looked almost TOO good to eat.

You both talked some more as you ate, enjoying each other’s company and the soft creamy dessert.

When the bill arrived, you began checking the receipt, counting your order and how much your half was. But before you could hand over your card, Maria had already paid.

"Don’t worry, my treat." She smiled sweetly at you as you sunk into your seat.

"Thank you."

"No problem.”

You finished up your dessert and began gathering your items. You glanced over at the table Bucciarati and his companion were on, it was now empty and being prepped for the next set of guests.

Before you were about to leave, you tugged the sleeve of Maria’s coat.

“You didn’t need to pay for me.” You said sheepishly. While Maria was the only one that knew you had been sending money to your parents which subsequently left you with a gap in your savings, she had never made a big deal about it. You felt a tad embarrassed like she saw you as a charity case.

“You’re my best friend and I invited you out.” She held your hand with a squeeze. “That’s all. I told you I wanted you to feel better today, which includes treating you to an all-expenses-paid meal.” She reassured you.

While her words were kind and removed the doubts from your mind, you couldn’t help but notice the slur in her words. It was then that you noticed the lack of rhythm in her movements as she walked to the door. "You’re so drunk," You laughed with a facepalm. She definitely took advantage of that poor bottle of wine. You linked her arm around yours for support as she rested her head on your shoulders. "Come on, I’ll walk you home."

"Such a lady." She hiccuped as you walked her out the door. Suddenly her head shot up and she pressed her knees together. “O-oh!” You looked at her with concern. “I need to pee real bad.” You rolled your eyes, of course, it’s the minute you step outside that she realises.

“Go on.” You watched her run through the restaurant to the toilets, almost crashing into multiple waiters.

The sound of shoes clicking against the pavement stopped just behind you as you noticed another shadow by your side. "Surprised to catch you here." A familiar voice spoke and you turned to face them.

"Bucciarati."

[ben-the-hyena]

Do you think some of the racers from the original Wacky Races may be dead in the reboot?

Oh a nice question

Hmmmmm... I don't think, I think they all are old, except the Gruesome Twosome (and their dragon) I HC to be the same . However I headcanon everybody family included (ended up loving the HC IQ is his grandson he never met and his mom his daughter) thinks Pat Pending is dead when in fact he cryogenized himself alive between the show and the reboot in the hope to see a more advanced future and he is the Pat Pending we see in Wacky Races Forever, he did it, but the cryogenics were of bad quality and froze his brain a bit too much compared to the rest so he turnt crazy like we saw and he doesn't know abymore what is past, present and future mistaking all the future racers with the ones he knew no matter how they have to correct him

[sohannabarberaesque]

Is this about as close to a Jetsons-type flying car, or even Professor Pat Pending’s #3 Convert-a-Car, as we may get for the nonce?

@warnerarchive @hanna-barbera-land @warnerbrosentertainment @wackology @themineralyoucrave @hanna-barbera-blog @cottoncandy-wannabe @moonrock1973 @jg376 @wherearethememesonmyplate @hanna-barberians @screamingtoosoftly @straights-world

[sallufix]

Okay, now I have to ask.

Alfendi and Ernest get into a fight over something small. Who comes out on top? (yaoi - joking)

Okay i wanted to do a twist switch thing but no matter which universe Ernest. will just not be able to win to Alfendi at all im sorry (( though if his opinion is worth hearing then Fendi takes over at times to stop Al from punting this twink to the sun ))