Im So Socially Deprived My Moots Ive Never Talked To Mean More To Me Than Most People In My Actual Life

in cars 2, mater tells the story of him accidentally taking the battery out of his friend luigi, the yellow car with the tire store, and then showing him the battery, causing luigi to stall. I chose to interpret this as a metaphor for the end of the two's love affair when mater forced luigi to see the truth of their situation. Luigi and mater were fast friends when they first met, drawn to one another's clear eccentricities. You wouldn't know this, however, based on their relationship in the movies, all thanks to that fateful night years before lightning had started racing and route 66 was still thriving. It was a summer night, warm and starry like any other night off the beautiful route 66. Mater and luigi were just friends to the general town and their conscious thought. In the subconscious, however, the two cars knew what they really were. Lovers, soulmates, individuals bound to each other in every universe, every time line. They knew it from the way their engines raced when they saw each other and the pits in their gas tanks they felt when some lowlife wom*n would flirt with one of them.

"I'm going to fucking kill her" mater thought when he saw the skimpy red porshe flirting with his love- I mean friend the other day. As the pair drive out to the cattle field together, mater smiles, thinking of the porche's screams as she was taken away by his alien friends.

"its ahh beautiful ahh night mator mama mia." luigi says, turning away to hide the blush that creeps across his face from saying "beautiful" and "mator" in the same sentence. He doesn't know why this happens or why his engine always starts to rev when he sees that not yet rusty towtruck.

"It sure is luigi. Hey, want some of fillmore's stuff? its crazy man" mator offers to luigi. they proceed to get high as fuck.

"this is ahh good ahh shitehh mator" luigi says italianly.

"yeah dude"mator coughs out, no longer wanting to talk because the typing Italian tutorial sucks. They gaze into each others windshields for the moment, frozen in place. The two slowly lean in, entranced by the moment, stopping as their lip bumper things bump in the middle. The kiss is brief but enrapturing and the two are on each other in an instant. The scene is passionate and confusing as the cars wrestle in the grass surrounded by tractors. Then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. Mator was willing to accept what they had, who they were, but luigi wasn't. His love was drawn out by mator in that moment like a hook catching a battery, and was shown to him in the beautiful eyes of his lover. He couldn't take it, couldn't handle watching his true self be exposed like this and he frozen so to speak, throwing mator off in to the tall grass. He raced back to town as fast as he could, unable to face his love. Mator was left there in the grass, stunned and stoned. The only thing that moved him from his place was the sound of a tractor, tipping with a loud "HONKKKKKK".

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Counter argument:

Will graham looks like a pathetic crusty little white dog undergoing a constant wave of electro-shock therapy while soaking wet from spiraling in a mud puddle.

I sincerely apologize, but I do not get the appeal.

And honestly, if Hannibal didn’t intend for Will to become something beyond his influence and to eventually surpass him; it’s unbelievable how that “I need you docta lecta” moment actually fucking worked. Like yes, Hannibal knew damn well it was a part of Will’s manipulation but….really? That whole grown ass man begging for your attention supposedly under the guise of deception and you aren’t going to at LEAST reconsider your life decisions or methods of experimentation? It’s just sad from both ends. I understand that’s the point of the whole show (and I can’t also not take the power of f@ggotry and all into consideration) but sometimes I’m like…..really? For HIM?

This is inspired by my bestie who is in love with Will and will absolutely not hear out. @nanacriedpower

(Also this is no slander against Hugh Dancy. He is a good looking little lad but I cannot for the life of me see the hypothetical appeal in William Graham.)

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