LIKE A VIRGIINNNNN TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIEIEIEIEMM.
lol
Cars 3 should have one of the cars as a baby.
You know, so it’d be popular.
Plus something about to die or something tragic so people cry.
So people think it’s good.
Dumbfuck hypocrites.
May 12th, 2012 ~ Something that makes you happy. #Cars #Cars2 #Disney #Pixar #movies #animation #photoadaymay #photoadaymaychallenge #challenge #may (Taken with instagram)
Dear Miss. Shiftwell
“What, Holley? What are you going to do?” he smirks. “Are you gonna shoot me? Huh? Are you gonna shoot me? You really wanna play like that? Do you really want to see who pulls out their gun faster than the other?”
She doesn’t answer him.
“I thought so.”
“You didn’t even get qualified for CHROME yet..,” she says, changing the subject.
Dear Miss. Shiftwell
“Get away from me.”
“Not a chance in hell.”
“If you don’t get away from me..,” she says. “I’ll..I’ll…”
“What, Holley? What are you going to do?” he smirks. “Are you gonna shoot me? Huh? Are you gonna shoot me? You really wanna play like that? Do you really want to see who pulls out their gun faster than the other?”
She doesn’t answer him.
Dear Miss. Shiftwell
She drives forward and quickly turns to him, “Are you mad?” She backs away a little, “Just because he’s not here, doesn’t mean I’m not engaged.”
He revs hard, “Dammit, Holley, just forget about him. Stop thinking about him. Pretend he doesn’t exist.” He drives closer to her, “Finn couldn’t pull you out, Siddeley couldn’t pull you out, but I sure as hell can. I’m not leaving this castle until you come back to your damn office.”
“Get away from me.”
“Not a chance in hell.”
“If you don’t get away from me..,” she says. “I’ll..I’ll…”
Dear Miss. Shiftwell
He nudges her a bit with a tire, “Don’t you remember the good ol’ times?” He leans against her and lifts a tire, waving it around like he was painting all of the memories, “Being that fantastic spy. Dating whomever you want because you could die at any moment.” His eyes shift over to her, “I know I’m new to England’s CHROME, but I can’t imagine it being any different from the CIA.” He chuckles and takes his weight off of her.
“Yeah, I remember those time. Having my father murdered by that..that puny car..,” she stomp a tire. “I don’t miss it one bit.”
He notices her tire stomp, “…angry, hm?” He rolls behind her while she’s in her trance and eyes between her taillights, “Maybe I can take your mind off of some things.”
She drives forward and quickly turns to him, “Are you mad?” She backs away a little, “Just because he’s not here, doesn’t mean I’m not engaged.”
He revs hard, “Dammit, Holley, just forget about him. Stop thinking about him. Pretend he doesn’t exist.” He drives closer to her, “Finn couldn’t pull you out, Siddeley couldn’t pull you out, but I sure as hell can. I’m not leaving this castle until you come back to your damn office.”
“Get away from me.”
Dear Miss. Shiftwell
He nudges her a bit with a tire, “Don’t you remember the good ol’ times?” He leans against her and lifts a tire, waving it around like he was painting all of the memories, “Being that fantastic spy. Dating whomever you want because you could die at any moment.” His eyes shift over to her, “I know I’m new to England’s CHROME, but I can’t imagine it being any different from the CIA.” He chuckles and takes his weight off of her.
“Yeah, I remember those time. Having my father murdered by that..that puny car..,” she stomp a tire. “I don’t miss it one bit.”
He notices her tire stomp, “…angry, hm?” He rolls behind her while she’s in her trance and eyes between her taillights, “Maybe I can take your mind off of some things.”
She drives forward and quickly turns to him, “Are you mad?” She backs away a little, “Just because he’s not here, doesn’t mean I’m not engaged.”
Dear Miss. Shiftwell
“I was hoping you would give me a little bit of feedback, no?”
“No,” she says. “I’m engaged to Miles.”
“Face it, sweetie,” he says. “He ain’t ever comin’ back. He hasn’t spoken to you in months. You’re alone in that damn castle.” He looks around the room, “There are cobwebs everywhere.” He cringes, “Do you even bother cleaning anymore?”
She looks away from him again, “I didn’t ask for you opinion and I didn’t ask for you to even come here..” She looks up at the cobwebs he mentioned and frowns, disappointed with herself.
He nudges her a bit with a tire, “Don’t you remember the good ol’ times?” He leans against her and lifts a tire, waving it around like he was painting all of the memories, “Being that fantastic spy. Dating whomever you want because you could die at any moment.” His eyes shift over to her, “I know I’m new to England’s CHROME, but I can’t imagine it being any different from the CIA.” He chuckles and takes his weight off of her.
“Yeah, I remember those time. Having my father murdered by that..that puny car..,” she stomp a tire. “I don’t miss it one bit.”
