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autodeluxe · 10 months
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1957 OLDSMOBILE SUPER 88
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Lite trevliga bilar på Monshines Cruisers bilträff idag😎 #bilträff #carmeet#moonshine #raggarbil #raggarbilar (at Farsta) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChxVnPZoYMQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Weed i raggarbil
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cooltmoore · 4 years
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RAGGARBIL! Ute nu! Ni hittar den på alla streamningstjänster som Spotify etc😎😎😎 Ny låt med Danny Cooltmoore & The Great Western Alarm. #dannycooltmoore #dc #greatwesternalarm #gwa #pop #rock #rehnmusicgroup #svenskträdgårdspop #spamrecording #raggarbil Omslag: #fredrikmuskos Foto: #henrikmuskos Bil: Mats Olsson Lyssningslänk: https://open.spotify.com/track/5Yv3ZIpvWLS78UIKOQlsp9?si=h-2tIcdwScamr1LPNc7g8A (på/i Sundsvall, Sweden) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEs8OiRHrNF/?igshid=ppf0sg1sfaht
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roxbtrix · 3 years
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Dad's ol beauty
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A lean, mean, golden machine! . . #classiccars #classiccarsdaily #classiccaroftheday #raggare #raggarbil #americanclassiccars #vintagecar #fujifilmeu #fujifilmnordic #fujifilmxt3 #filmsimulation #provia #straightoutofcamera #lookslikefujifilm #fujifilmimages #igcars #fujicolors #goldencar #meanmachine #coolcars #myfujilove (på/i Forsbacka) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDzFEwnltuE/?igshid=1vic0r3uydzhr
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redblocksociety · 4 years
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#REDBLOCKSOCIETY @classic.cars.sweden • • • • • • . Volvo 142 1970 . #Volvo142 #raggarbilar #raggarbil #raggare #bilutställning #bilträff #veteranbil #veteranbilar #veteranbiler #gamlabilar #bilutstilling #biltreff #veterantreff #classicvolvo #classicvolvos #classicvolvoclub #classiccars #classiccar #volvoforlife #volvocars #vintagecar #volvoclassic #vintagevolvo #swedishmetal #volvolove #oldtimer #volvo4life #nvak #carsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/B9WmA_2HX46/?igshid=12uxz7r230pr7
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autodeluxe · 6 months
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1969 BUICK LE SABRE
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Raggarbil (A Destiel fic timestamp)
Rating: Mature
Tags: A/B/O, establish Destiel, Alpha!Cas, Omega!Dean, flirting, dancing, making out, semi-public
Wordcount: 2.689
Series: the Disrepair 'Verse
Dean listens to the same five albums over and over. Everyone knows that. Dean knows it. Eternal shotgun, Sam knows it. By now, Lee knows too and he loves it. Man’s got taste. Cas knows perfectly well. That doesn’t stop him from sharing whiplash-worthy playlists and Dean can’t refuse. He’ll do anything to see Cas’ eyes light up like the stars above.
So, dutifully, he listens. Endures the distorted heavy bass, the obligatory dance-pop hits (admittedly, Taylor Swift was an eye-opener), stuff that starts out as swing and switches gear into electro-samples, German stuff, punk-folk stuff (he guesses, it has bagpipes and flutes and sounds like everyone’s angry and on speed) and oddly conflicting stuff that wouldn’t sound out of place on a beach in the Caribbean. There’s more, which he doesn’t have the vocabulary for. Cas is more forgiving, but easy for him, because let’s be clear, between the two of them, Dean has the better taste in music. Smooth, classic, streamlined, like Baby.
But… Here’s the thing. Bear with him.
The twins are a year and a half old. As a family, they’re doing good, real good. Kids are healthy after that initial, granted, horrific scare. A story best left for another time. Grace babbles non-stop, nonsensical and semi-understandable sounds, just non-stop. Whether she is hanging in her wrap against Cas’ chest or splashing around in the tub or barely holding herself upright on Dean’s finger, she babbles. Halen is running at a speed that still launches Dean’s heart in his throat, whenever pointy ends of chairs or tables or cabinets are near. Cas proves to be an excellent herder of toddlers. (“Don’t these kids have brakes?!” - “I’ve got him, little one.” ) The kids are now the ‘littlest ones’. Or nuggets. Or bees. Speaking of, their bees are flourishing, much like the flowers they planted. They’re also getting the kids used to water, swimming in Bal’s pool.
Dean’s painful heats have become a thing of the past. Though he obviously doesn’t miss them, memories of how Cas cared for him at his worst always elicit a gooey feeling. It’s definitely a lot more fun now, with Dean capable of rendering Cas speechless with a look or a stupid, dirty joke and simply catching him by surprise when he plants a quick kiss to Cas’ shoulder or cheek. The ability to surrender to his own wants and meet Cas for his is a gift he won’t soon take for granted.
Claire and Kaia are in their final year, making plans to go in digs together, much to the horror of nigh anyone who knows what a bad idea that is. Donna and Jody are preparing for the worst. Everyone else has a bucket of popcorn at hand. Kinda. They’re also ready to provide whatever help needed, be that light night snacks to get through midterms or help to navigate college waters, when the staff assumes students just know what to do, simply because they hit the age of majority.
Sam is acing college and looking to become a TA next year. Him and Gabe are obviously smitten with each other. When Sam isn’t dropping by the sweets shop ‘to see Dean’, Gabe is seeing the inside of a college library from all kinds of angles and picking up a few books along the way.
Lee is still working at Brush, but Nick switched careers to law enforcement. Both became part of their extended family. Same goes for Charlie and Kevin. She has taken a shine to Lucifer and vice versa, which is an odd, borderline lethal combination when they’re both running on high energy.
Among this chaos, Balthazar thrives happily, working in tandem with Jody and Cas, who has taken more of a backseat.
So, here’s the thing. Kinda.
They really needed to get out. Gabriel had a suggestion, which anyone with common sense would refuse, were it not for the man’s silver tongue. Ever since he brought up an innocuous ‘party’ and ‘some drinks’ and ‘paint the town red like responsible adults’, the itch was there. Just under his sensitive Omega skin. Not only for him and Cas. End of the school year for Sam. Start of Summer for Charlie and Kevin. Much to their dismay, Claire and Kaia got a definite ‘no’ from their moms, who divided and conquered by Donna staying home so Jody could join. So when Gabe got tickets, there was no question, really. Dean should have known better.
Because somehow - and Sam didn’t even fucking warn him, the traitor - he landed himself at the kinda party he wouldn’t be caught dead at. He joined. Of course he did. A party means dancing and he probably should have known too, that with Cas’ past and both Gabriel and Balthazar and Charlie in the mix, it wouldn’t be a regular pub where people had to move the tables to makeshift a dance floor. No, he’s at a friggin’ club with bouncers and cocktails and way too many people for his asocial soul.
But, okay, fine, here’s the real thing.
He’s got his thighs wrapped around one of Cas’ in the middle of a crowded dance floor, a rapid bass thrumming through every muscle, and he’s pretty sure Cas is doing most of the lifting, both of them bouncing to the heavy beat. His arms are wrapped around Cas’ shoulders, a hand buried in dark, sweaty tresses. He doesn’t know exactly where Cas’ hands are, but there is skin involved and squeezing of all his best, soft parts. They’re not drunk, but oh, boy, does that not stop them. The vibe wouldn’t be out of place in their bedroom.
Turns out Dean’s got some pent-up energy, Cas still has a loose cannon in him and dancing is fun. Under the current circumstances, at least. Who could argue? His insides are molten gold, elation humming through his veins. The world is loosening up around him, the day-to-day, beautiful as it is, a matter for future, hungover Dean. Right now, all that matters is how he and Cas move together. The visual world, its lights, its writhing mass of people, is dampened, Dean’s focus solely on his mate. His hot, very charming, very, very smooth and very, very, very talented mate.
He’s panting into Cas’ mouth, sweat dripping down his spine to Cas’ hand splayed on his lower back. Cas dances as if he has half a mind to tear his clothes off (only two layers, come on now, he’s practically naked). His inner exhibionist isn’t opposed to being more naked and he whines through a smile, before Cas kisses him. Muscles flex under his hands, chests pressed together tightly, and Dean is soaking up every sweaty, gorgeous second of it.
The music is loud enough to drown out any sound he makes, which is a good thing. Cas’ grin against his lips suggests he’s still picking up on those and Dean breaks away in time to see Cas’ eyes flashing inhuman red through the other light effects. His own pop with golden specks, when he senses the telltale slip and slide, and he grinds down on Cas hard enough to find friction. Cas laughs, a carefree and base sounds, as he squeezes Dean’s ass, which has him blushing through his own laughter.
Yeah. ‘s what he gets.
He smiles his teeth bare, tongue tip flicking over a canine, gifting more of his golden eyes and willing his scent through. A suggestion to take this party to Baby’s backseat sparks shiny in his mind, but he doesn’t get the chance to whisper it to Cas’ ear. From the corner of his eye, he catches movement that breaks the pattern of peers, caught in their own throws. Jody flings an arm around Cas, sending the pair of them off kilter. Cas releases him, marginally, so he’s back on his own two, wobbly legs. Nosing at Cas’ cheek, he licks some sweat off his neck, because he can’t resist, completely oblivious to whatever passes between Cas and Jody.
Over Cas’ other shoulder, Bal materializes, all kinds of mischief sparkling in his eyes. Dean quirks an eyebrow, nose scrunching up over a distrustful smile. “What?” he mouths.
Charlie’s scent subtly coasts up from behind, as she wraps her arms around, hooking her hands together over his chest. “C’me here, you wench!”
Definite downside in a place like this. Everyone’s always yelling.
He turns, an arm around her upper back. “You’re one to talk! I saw you with that girl!”
“Luci started it! He was hitting on her sister.” She shrugs, an impish smile on her face, as she tries to coax Dean into a dance. “One thing led to another.”
He smiles, when Charlie lets loose her quirky dancing style, and happily joins in. Dean still thinks he dances like a dork, despite some of the moves Cas taught him. To be fair, he and Charlie are the biggest dorks among their bunch. So it’s with no small amount of glee that they lose themselves to the joy of the frug, the hitch-hike, the shimmy and the swim, going completely off-beat.
They scoot aside when someone passes by, booze raised high to keep it out of spilling danger. A song opens with a chorus of live applause that sounds like ‘Live is Life’ until it decidedly isn’t, and a pleasant reggae tune picks up. Turning around to the quick beat that carries it, Dean freezes, mouth going slack, when he spots three of their own putting up a show.
Cas, Jody and Bal. Lined up side by side, dancing. They’re in beautiful sync, all confidence and swagger, shameless in how they play their quickly gathering audience. Each throwing their own style into it, they’re eliciting wolf whistles and whoops. Dean is quick to push himself between people, so he has a clear view of his mate, thank you very much. Charlie is right behind him, her warmth oozing through their clothes as she presses close, vibrating with excitement. “Ooh, they’re doin’ a thing!”
A thing. Yeah. That’s about as eloquent as he feels. Dean is mesmerized by the hip and shoulder work, all tight angles and luscious suggestions. Cas’ muscles flex under the shirt that’s clinging to him like a second skin. Hair sticking to his neck and forehead, he’s all kinds of cute and delectable and happy. The lights cascade around the three of them, Jody in the middle, channeling enough sass to give Bal a run for his money as she throws it around like confetti. From his vantage point, Dean is torn between a few options. Drag Cas to Baby’s backseat, this display be damned. Rush forward and jump into Cas’ arms, ensuring everyone knows just whose he is. Third option is the one where he shuts down and gapes.
Guess. Just guess.
A hapless smile forms, giddy laughter swallowed by the beat, and his body going into that semi-conscious bounce. He wonders if the song is on repeat, because it seems to go on forever, all of them suspended in this energetic moment, static crackling, heat rising.
Lightning hits when, through all the energies, the din, the frantic lights, the pounding music, their gazes meet and Cas gives him a dirty wink, eyes laced red for that split second. Dean laughs out loud, jutting his chin out so he bares his neck, relishing the response, when Cas’ eyes spark and stay that way, a match struck in the dark. He tracks the hypnotic way his mate moves. Hips, abdomen, feet, arms, hands and then… Playful, cocky as all hell, Cas snaps his fingers, a request that sends lightning down his spine.
Having been painfully aware of all the ways his body failed and obsessed with how others would perceive it, Dean is hard-pressed to shut that awareness down, even more so in the wake of the delivery. He’s gotten better, but right here, far from his natural habitat with a slew of strangers as witnesses, it’s to Cas’ and - frankly - his own damn credit that he strides forward to grab Cas’ hand and takes the stage. He tunes everything else out, but only to ensure he sees Cas’ face. This is about the time to pull out some of the moves Cas taught him and he wants to savour every hot second of it.
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Usually it’s Cas telling him to ease up. Dean is greedy and impatient and a bunch of other stuff Cas is much too forgiving of. Right now, Cas has him lifted, held in place by Cas’ thighs, pinned to the wall. His hands are so far up Dean’s shirt, he might as well take it off. The Summer heat clings to them, their skin sweaty and warm.
“Everything,” Cas says against his neck.
He’s been sucking bruises there. Dean’s vision is blurred from the onslaught and his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth. “Huh?”
“Take everything off, baby…”
Shit, he said that out loud? They’re gonna get themselves kicked on the curb.
“Cas, honey, we…” He yelps when teeth join in at the same thumbs flick his nipples and his body does what it does best lately. It responds. He huffs out little sounds, back of his head colliding with the wall.
Eyes squeezed shut, he wants to forget where they are. He isn’t exactly sure anyway. Club’s big.
“Doe… Hhnnye… yeah, there,” he whines, “Does…”
He moans, clutching onto Cas’ shoulders, at the feel of strength and flexing muscles and his scent demanding Dean give in.
“Cas,” he laughs, giddy and helpless. “Move…”
His vision is swamped by a pair of darkened red-laced eyes and Dean loses his point. He surges forward to kiss Cas. His mate grants his request to ‘move’ by rolling his hips, hands at Dean’s hip bones. He melts into the openmouthed kisses, their breaths moist, hand stuck in Cas’ wet hair. Maybe they can claim ‘so sweaty we were stuck to the wall’ as mitigating circumstances.
Cas smirks against his lips, twisting Dean’s hair between his fingers so he bares his neck. “Fu… Fuck, honey, pl… car, pleaa… please!”
“Shh,” Cas hushes, kissing him, licking him and suddenly he’s stuck on where else that tongue could be, “No one knows where we are…”
Probably true.
Party’s still going. Maybe they haven’t been here for what feels like time suspended forever. Maybe all he has to do is strip and let Cas eat him out and fuck him into the wall. Eyes going wide at the prospect and not finding himself opposed, Dean lets out a zany giggle and pushes at Cas’ face, successfully resisting for the first time since they got stuck in this no man’s land between the dancefloor and the damn bathroom. “Naughty Alpha.”
“Uh-hmm, we’re on par. I can smell the suggestion on you, so…” He noses along Dean’s jawline, fumbling one hand free to tease at the front of Dean’s pants.
“Cas…” He tries to go for chiding, he really does, but he wants. As much as Cas. Just perhaps not right here… The hand stills. Dean blinks through wet lashes, the sting of sweat in his eyes. “Mmmh, Cas?”
Cas’ features are as sharp as every aspect of his scent, barring that one baseline they established a little over two years ago.
“Yes or no, little one,” Cas says, “Whatever you wish.”
Downside is he has to take full responsibility for the choice. Or credit. Depends where they end up. Railed Incorporated or the police precinct.
He glances down the hall on either side of their little nook. Hardly stealthy, the curtain provides some cover. Not for the whole two-backed-beast shenanigans, but maybe…
“Fingers,” he whispers, then blows a raspberried laugh, “Then Baby. Home. Probably backseat, I wanna feel you..”
Cas flashes him that Alpha grin that turns his knees to mush. Dean braces himself against the wall to accommodate, legs wrapped around Cas. His breath hitches sweetly, Cas’ low snarl drowning out the music, his touch everything else. Dean moans through a laugh into their next kiss.
Yeah, he should have known better. He also totally owes Gabe.
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chevelle38 · 2 years
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Trevlig Impala 66 som fått sig en översyn inför vintern, blev självklart en @krownrustprotection behandling också😎 #impala #impala66 #chevrolet #chevroletimpala #chevyimpala #raggarbil #chevy#rustprotection #rostskydd #rostskyddscenter (på/i Stockholm, Sweden) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVTTxv9o20N/?utm_medium=tumblr
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cityofchestpains · 3 years
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stötte på ralf gyllenhammar på gotland en gång när han brände förbi i sin raggarbil ute på närsholmen. det var några sekunder av mitt liv jag aldrig kommer få tillbaka
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backmanbil · 5 years
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Lite kul i snön måste vi ha 😎😃 #impala #1959impala #oldtimer #classiccar #americanclassics #cheva #chevy #chevrolet #drifting #jänkebil #usabil #raggarbil (på/i Backman Bil AB) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtOcPv1nqhG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qlmn41bt0wwb
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cooltmoore · 4 years
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Nu på fredag kommer vår nästa låt. Den heter RAGGARBIL😎😎😎. #dannycooltmoore #greatwesternalarm #rehnmusicgroup #raggarbilen #henriksmusos #fredrikmuskos #raggarbil (på/i Sundsvall, Sweden) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEheiysnroi/?igshid=odc2gklswobd
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Whangamata, Nya Zeeland - Come on, Beach Hoppers!
Whangamata, Nya Zeeland – Come on, Beach Hoppers!
I timmar har vi färdats på de slingriga vägarna norr om Tauranga på Nordöns östra sida. Vi började morgonens färd ännu längre bort längs kusten, i kustorten Ohope Beach. Där har vi andats sol och oändliga stränder i några dagar i eftersäsongens, och början av höstens, mars. När vi väl tagit oss igenom de många vägarbetena och köerna de orsakar i Taurangas utkanter, är det som att det åter går att…
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Another day, another car shot. Cruising in Hofors yesterday, lots of b&w night shots. Go check’em out on my website, anderslindborg.com! #classiccar #classiccars #oldcars #vintagecars #gamlabilar #raggare #raggarbil #raggarbilar #jänkare #americanmusclecar #americancar #americancars #nighttime #nightphotos (på/i Hofors) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz5M3Coi6S4/?igshid=16gpfm5mgquyy
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