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Sheriff: High-res Screenshots
Since I'm working on part of my fanfic that features Sheriff, I figured I'd post some scaps of him for y'all to have fun with. Sheriff moves a LOT more than Doc...so most of the available pics of him are blurry. I did the best that I could.
I only had time to scap Cars. I'll do a part two with pics of Sheriff from other installments of the franchise.
#Jedi Master, Baby Girl, Whore, Obi Wan Kenobi (complimentary)
y'all he's not in denial he's actually aroace
(dev sticker commission by @laquilasse and neon text graphic by @yorickofyore )
andre being a skateboarder.
his brother taught him when he was little, back when they still got along. young andre would always come home with bloodied knees and scratched up palms. he fell more times that he’d ever admit as he’s to proud of admit to failure.
now, he skates around town. he would skate all the time if he wasn’t pushed by his parents to drive his car and he didn’t have to take cal to school and basically everywhere in town. when he has free time, he’ll skate down the streets by his house or near the abandoned park in new stratford that used to overflow with kids.
there’s a difference between skating and everything else. when andre runs, he imagines he’s running from something or someone. when he’s driving, he’s always thinking about the next turn and the time between him and his destination. when he skates, though, there’s nothing in his mind.
he’s not going anywhere. he’s not escaping from something. he’s just moving. it’s rare that his mind isn’t roaring with worries, plans, and thoughts. times like this, when nothing is bothering him other than a bit of cold wind in his face, are andre’s favorite parts of life.
*sobbing into my palms*
thinking of dad!nanami consoling his toddler. his baby girl on his lap, her cheeks so red and she’s sniffling while rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands. nanami kisses her forehead, continues to ask her what’s wrong, continues to soothe her worries away with lovely words…but she can’t speak yet so she babbles out her responses while he brushes the locks of her soft hair away from her face. he hums and nods his head, knuckles wiping away the tears as he cradles her for a hug, and you’re the only one who picked up on the fact that the reason why he can calm her down is because the sound of his deep voice comforts her and assures her that she’s safe when he’s around 😞😞😞😞😞😞
