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britsyankswheels24 · 16 days

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🇺🇲 Step back in time and experience the roar of the iconic AMC Javelin, a true legend of American muscle cars! Introduced in 1967 by American Motors Corporation (AMC), the Javelin was a front-engine, rear-wheel-drive, two-door hardtop automobile manufactured across two generations, spanning from 1968 through 1970 and then from 1971 through 1974 model years. It was designed to compete in the pony car market segment against rivals like the Ford Mustang and Chevrolet Camaro.

🚗💨 The AMC Javelin burst onto the scene in 1968, showcasing a sleek design and powerful engines. Styled by Dick Teague, the Javelin offered a range of trim and engine levels, from economical pony car variants to high-performance muscle car models. Its distinctive appearance, featuring a long hood and aggressive stance, turned heads on the streets and racetracks alike.

🏭 Besides being manufactured in Kenosha, Wisconsin, Javelins were also assembled under license in Germany, Mexico, the Philippines, Venezuela, and Australia, showcasing its global reach. American Motors even offered discounts to U.S. military personnel, leading to many Javelins being exported overseas.

🛞 Under the hood, the Javelin packed serious power. It was available with inline-six engines or potent V8s, delivering thrilling acceleration and speed. The AMX variant, equipped with a 6.4-liter V8, boasted over 300 horsepower!

🏆 The AMC Javelin wasn't just about looks—it excelled on the track too. It competed in Trans-Am racing, demonstrating its speed and agility. In fact, the second-generation AMX variant was the first pony car used as a standard vehicle for highway police car duties by an American law enforcement agency. Today, the Javelin's unique style and racing heritage make it a sought-after classic among collectors.

💔 By 1974, the automobile landscape had shifted. While other manufacturers downsized engines in response to changing market demands and fuel shortages, the Javelin's big engine option continued until production ceased in November 1974 amidst the Arab oil embargo and declining interest in high-performance vehicles.

🦅 The AMC Javelin embodies the spirit of American muscle cars, blending style, performance, and affordability. It's a timeless classic that continues to capture the hearts of car enthusiasts everywhere. Get ready to hit the road and experience the thrill of the AMC Javelin!

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 2 months

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1970 Dodge Challenger

The legend returns: Unveiling the powerful 1970 Dodge Challenger ‘Black Ghost’ with its iconic HEMI V8 engine

Posted on March 4, 2024

Emerging from its mysterious past as a street drag racer piloted by a police officer, the 1970 Dodge Challenger “Black Ghost” has now claimed the title of the most coveted classic Mopar.

Honoring its legacy, Dodge has introduced a contemporary tribute based on the 2023 Challenger Hellcat Redeye Widebody. In addition to this homage, the enigmatic “Black Ghost” is gearing up for its moment in the spotlight at an upcoming auction.

Captivating audiences at Kissimmee 2023 in January, the “Black Ghost” was proudly displayed alongside its contemporary counterpart. For those eager to witness its numbers-matching 426-cubic-inch (7.0-liter) HEMI V8 come to life, YouTube’s “DtRockstar1” recently shared footage of the legendary vehicle making its grand appearance at a few classic car events.

Although the video doesn’t showcase drag racing or burnouts, the striking all-black 1970 Challenger, now road-worthy after years in storage, is a breathtaking sight. Remarkably, the car remains in near-original condition, save for a few upgrades like a rebuilt brake booster, new carbs, radiator, master cylinder, and tires.

But what truly sets the “Black Ghost” apart from other classic cars, and how did it earn its intriguing moniker?

The original owner, Godfrey Qualls, was a Detroit police officer by day and a secretive drag racer by night. Risking his career, he would make unexpected appearances at local gatherings, dominate quarter-mile races, and then mysteriously vanish.

While Godfrey’s Challenger wasn’t entirely stock during its racing heyday, he kept modifications minimal, opting for a muffler delete, an aftermarket coil, and slick rear tires on stock wheels.

The HEMI V8’s impressive 425-horsepower output was more than enough for him to claim countless victories before disappearing for good in 1975. By then, the “Black Ghost” had already secured its legendary status in Detroit.

The enigmatic Challenger driver’s true identity remained a secret for decades until Godfrey revealed his thrilling drag-racing tales to his son, Gregory. Inheriting the car when his father passed away, Gregory brought the “Black Ghost” to light in 2017, sharing the astounding story of officer Qualls and his legendary vehicle.

Beyond its captivating history, this Mopar is an exceptional rarity from the golden age of muscle cars. Of the nearly 77,000 Challengers sold in 1970, a mere 356 were equipped with the formidable 426-cubic-inch HEMI V8. Godfrey’s choice of a four-speed manual gearbox further refines the car’s status to one of just 136 produced.

But the exclusivity doesn’t end there. With the added SE package, it’s one of only 60 Challengers ordered with the bundle. Considering the color and other options, it’s possible that fewer than 10 such examples were ever made.

In summary, this Challenger is the epitome of rarity, boasting a captivating story worthy of a book. It stands as a highly collectible classic that could very well be more valuable than any other 1970 Challenger in existence.

#dodge challenger #hemi #car #cars #muscle car #american muscle #mopar #moparperformance #moparnation #moparworld #dodge #challenger

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ioniansunsets · 6 months

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I love all your Heartsteel hcs they are making me melt <3

Can I request a scenario of Aphelios going to non musician!readers house after a long day and then just spoil them with cuddles and hugs until they go to sleep? Hes my fave and I’m just so normal about him and the rest of Heartsteel thank you <<3

✖ Heartsteel!Aphelios Chilling with Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.5k

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: SORRY FOR TAKING A WHILE!!!! Wrote this with Worlds in mind! Also imagining their little collab with Knotted + The Rocklove apparel drop❤️ Our boys have been busy.

I...also got really carried away, I just like soft warm domestic established relationships..........

Also doing this with the headcanon that Aphelios can still very softly whisper (like how he talks to Alune). He can sign, he can type fast with just one hand but! His favorite thing is to let you, his precious partner, hear him when it really matters.

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It was a long month for Aphelios. He wasn't, miserable, to speak but he was slowly reaching his (already low) mental limit. The stress of performing in front of millions truly catching up to him.

Heartsteel was finally going to perform on stage so it has been practice after practice. Photoshoots, interviews, Instagram lives, meetups for collabs at stores, showcases for new merch, feedback for social media content, approving this and that. It has been non stop work and Aphelios was far beyond burnt out.

He was exhausted and he hasn't seen you in days. As such, when Alune finally squeezed some time out of everyone's schedule to give them a day off (after a grueling final full dressed practice run right before the actual performance day) the first thing he did was grab a ride to your place. It was a quick goodbye wave to the other members, thanking the staff with a curt bow before he ran to grab his stuff, change and fucking book it. Dropping you a message on Discord to let you know he was finally done and coming over as he calls for a ride.

It was late already too, the sun had set and all Aphelios could really do what think about you. Actually, all he could think about when he wasn't working on band stuff was you.

His hands and legs jittery, itching to finally see you, feel you, hear you, hold you. Oh gods, to have you in his arms again. He sucks in a breath at the thought.

How he so craves you to salve his faltering, exhausted soul. He sighs, turning up the music in his headphones as he leans against the window of the passenger's side. Fingers tapping to the beat as he tries to calm down, a smile on his face already at the thought of seeing you again.

He wasn't used to this. Being away from you this long and being so busy as to not even be able to chat with you often. Before Heartsteel picked up traction the two of you were practically inseparable, he would spend time writing songs in your room as you worked. Or Aphelios would just invite you over to his place to chill as he made music. The simple joys of being able to work from home as an artist. But alas, fame comes with responsibilities, and as much as he loves finally making it in the scene, it was tough going through the withdrawal of not being by your side.

His heart races in anticipation as the car stops at an all too familiar road. Grabbing his things, he pays and leaves, slamming the door to the car shut.

Aphelios was practically flying up the steps to your apartment, out the cab he half walked, half ran to your door. Standing by the gate as he calls you to let you know he's here.

When you finally open the door, you're met with the most excited smile, his eyes almost close with how wide he is smiling.

Your usually calm and cool boyfriend dropping everything he was holding to throw himself into your arms the second the door opened. The softest of his whispers as he presses his cheek against yours.

" I've missed you, so much."

You could tell, the way his body sinks into yours. The way his arms grasp you tighter than he ever has. The way he lightly nuzzles you. So uncharacteristic but so understandable at the same time. You laugh a little, telling him how much you missed him too as you held him close.

" Let's stop standing by the door. Come in Phel."

His shoulders rise and fall in a silent chuckle as he picks up his things form the floor to step into your house.

It was the usual domestic slice of life happenings that he was so used to doing. The absolute heartwarming comfort of just going on autopilot. Putting his things in the same spot he always has in your room. Going to get a bath, grabbing a change of clothes from his own shelf by your bed. The way you already helped make him dinner while he was bathing because you just know he hasn't eaten all day. It was perfect, it was like how things always was. A reminder that even though so much was going on, he was still yours as much as you were his.

" I'm excited for you. But you sure you can stay the night? You'll have to wake up earlier than if you stayed with the band you know?"

[ Being by your side is the only way I'll be able to calm down before tomorrow. It's worth the hour of sleep I'll miss not being in the venue hotel.]

The two of you update each other on your lives as he ate. You telling him about the things that happened through the month, watching small videos he took behind the scenes of the shoots, making fun of the other members together as you sit by his side by the dining table. You telling him about your time with your friends, telling him how much you missed him, how happy you were to be with him again too. And oh, the way his leg would reach out to yours, his foot lightly hooking you by the ankle to feel you close as his hands were busy with eating and typing to you about his day. It was nice. It was right. It was the cute little things that you were so used to with Aphelios. Your own hand reaching back out to hold his side. Aphelios' eyes closing as he takes a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of you holding him close after day after day of the noisy meals with the band or the desperately lonely silence of eating in a changing room between sets. It was a nice change of pace to finally be here with you.

Time ticks by and soon enough it was getting really late. Aphelios insisting to help you with the dishes since you cooked, so you did him a service by just hugging him lovingly from behind, giving the back of his neck soft kisses as he smiles with his head tilted to the side so you can rest your head on his shoulder.

" Sleep?"

You ask him softly as he puts the dishes away and dries his hands. Aphelios nods, it was getting late and he had to wake up at 5am to go through even more preparations tomorrow, but that's tomorrow Aphelios' problems. He shoves the thoughts to the back of his mind as he focuses back on you and your beautiful face.

Slowly the two of you walk up to your room, just like everything else, a warm familiarity as he walks to lie down exhausted, on his designated spot on the bed, pulling over some of his plushies that he left at your place as you join him in bed. As you crawl onto the soft bed and lie down, almost instantly you were pulled in close, his arms wrapping around you tight as he sighs again with a smile, enjoying the skinship.

The two of you get comfortable, his face lightly pressed into your shoulder as he laid in your arms. One of your hands around him as the other lightly strokes his hair, comforting him from all the work he has put in to reach where he was. Aphelios just couldn't help but feel all his trouble melt away, that ache in his muscles magically leaving him. Trying his best to fight off sleep as he wants to spend every minute more with you. It was not enough, never enough. Hours, days, years, spent by your side but in the end, all he can do now is but enjoys the little seconds before his consciousness wanes.

Once again, the warm comfort of the usual that has now become but a precious rarity. As he flits in and out of consciousness, he does one final act of love. You smile as he pulls himself up closer to your ears.

" I love you. Goodnight..."

As you adjust yourself to face him, you're met with a warm smile, his dyed hair falling softly around him on you, an almost ethereal glow on his skin from the moonlight seeping in from your window as he blinks at you with half lidded eyes, barely open from exhaustion. Truly a beautiful sight, one that you can't help but to cherish.

" I love you too Phel. Rest well."

You reach out to give him a gentle goodnight kiss on his lips, and just like tonight, and all the nights you have spent, and will spend, with him, he reaches out and kisses you back. So matter of fact, so expected that it was almost comical. He loves you and you love him. And that was right. Slowly the two of you fall asleep in each others arms once again.

#I'll proof read this tmr #its 8am why am i writing at 8am #>< hes so...baby i love him and i want to take care of him #Aphelios #Heartsteel!Aphelios #Aphelios x Reader #Heartsteel!Aphelios x Reader #Aphelios League of Legends #Aphelios LoL #Aphelios League #Anon Answer #SCENARIO #League of Legends Scenario

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burnmarksofficial · 7 months

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mosneakers · 2 months

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Kirsten Remington: Just a few more minutes Aunt Lydia? Please? I’m having so much fun playing!

Lydia Remington: Just a few couldn’t hurt, I suppose. But then it’s off we go to wash up. Even your play clothes are filthy for play clothes!

Morgana: What a darling little angel she is. She has such a sunny disposition.

Lydia: Oh, yes, thank you kindly. She's my niece. Such a blessing, she is.

Morgana settled next to Lydia on the picnic table.

Morgana: Her parents are the owners of the Remington house, aren't they? Such a complex environment to raise a child.

Lydia: [Contemplative sigh] Why, yes indeed. It wasn’t always this way. I managed to raise my daughter there without a hitch. But my brother, he's fixated on continually adding to that maze, making it more and more elaborate as the years go by. We—[brief pause, brows furrow] we don't live with them any longer. Not after the incident.

Morgana: You have a daughter of your own?

Lydia: Why, yes! She’s just a smidge older than Jasper’s boy, Cody... [Another pause, as if she's waiting for Morgana to push for answers] Her name is Hannah. Oh! Let me get my pocketbook, surely I have a photograph in my wallet.

Lydia's face beamed with pride as she sorted passed her identification cards and simoleons from her wallet, showcasing her beloved family photographs.

Lydia: This is Hannah and her handsome beau, Aiden Jones. They’re high school sweethearts, graduating this year together.

Morgana: Beautiful! How lovely.

Lydia: What about you? Are any of these little scamps yours?

Morgana nonchalantly surveyed the park, observing the children merrily playing on the playground. Nearby, little Kirsten Remington, carefree and beaming, laughed joyfully as she performed a somersault in the grass, tumbling to the ground. Morgana casually rummaged through her purse, retrieving a photo she happened to have on hand, and unfolded it, handing it over to Lydia to show off.

Morgana: Here they are. Aren't they just beautiful? [Gently straightening out the folds with her velvet-gloved fingertips]

Lydia: [Softly gasps] Oh my! Two little towheads! I would’ve never expected, what with your hair being so dark.

Morgana: Yes. [Smiles pridefully] They’re blonde like their mother.

Later that evening, Lydia bid farewell to Kirsten and embarked on the drive home alone. The baffling interaction she had with the stranger at the park lingered in her mind, and she couldn't shake the unease that followed as she navigated the winding Riverview roads. Lydia's hands tightened on the steering wheel. Her heart raced with an inexplicable sense of dread. She tried to shake the feeling, 'The Remingtons have always had a history of paranoia' she thought to herself. The stranger's voice howled louder and louder in her head. What started as a well-wish, started to feel more like a sinister warning: "drive safe."

The remains of Lydia Remington were discovered beneath a bridge in Riverview following a motor vehicle accident. She was pronounced dead at the scene.

#ts4 #ts4 story #the sims 4 #vintage ts4 #Riverview #Many Moons Ago #Many Moons Ago: Gen 1 #MMA Gen 1: Ch. 18 #sims 4 #Morgana Wolff #Kirsten Remington #gif #flashing gif #death

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onlyonetifosi · 11 months

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As a motorsport enthusiast, attending the World Rally Championship as a journalist was a dream come true. The adrenaline rush from the roaring engines, the whizzing cars, and the thunderous applause of the crowd filled me with excitement. I had covered several races in the past, but this one was special. It was the race where the veteran world champion, Carlos Sainz Sr, was making his comeback after a long hiatus. The scorching sun beat down on the gravel roads of the World Rally Championship, creating a cloud of dust that hung in the air.

Armed with my notepad and camera, I eagerly made my way through the bustling crowd, ready to capture the thrilling moments of the rally.

Among the sea of passionate fans, my attention was drawn to a familiar face. It was Carlos Sainz Jr, one of the most successful Formula 1 drivers of all time. There was a spark in his eyes as he watched his father, the legendary veteran world champion, Carlos Sainz Sr, prepare for the race. A surge of excitement filled my chest as I realized that fate had brought me closer to this racing dynasty.

As a journalist for a Spanish sports newspaper, I had the privilege of interviewing the esteemed Carlos Sainz Sr. With my heart pounding, I approached him and introduced myself, expressing my admiration for his illustrious career. His eyes crinkled with a warm smile as he observed my dedication and passion for motorsport.

As the rally began, I immersed myself in the electrifying atmosphere. I documented each turn, jump, and slide with the utmost enthusiasm. Little did I know that Carlos Sainz Jr was observing me from a distance, his curiosity piqued by my unwavering love for the sport.

Days turned into nights, and the competition intensified. Carlos Sainz Sr showcased his unmatched skill and experience, dominating the rally with finesse. The crowd erupted in cheers as he crossed the finish line, securing yet another victory.

In the aftermath of the race, the journalists gathered for post-race interviews. Among them, I found myself face-to-face with Carlos Sainz Jr. There was an instant connection between us, as if we shared a common language in the realm of motorsport.

We spoke about our shared passion, our favorite racing moments, and the challenges we faced in pursuing our dreams. Carlos admired my dedication and determination, recognizing the fire within me. It was then that a bond began to form, transcending the boundaries of a chance meeting.

In the weeks that followed, Carlos and I kept in touch, we built a life centered around our shared love for motorsport, with our paths forever intertwined, our conversations growing deeper and more meaningful. He became not just a legendary driver but also a trusted confidant and source of inspiration. Recognizing my dream to become an F1 journalist, he offered his unwavering support, connecting me with influential figures in the industry and providing invaluable guidance.

With Carlos's guidance, I stepped into the world of Formula 1 journalism. I traveled to various circuits, capturing the spirit of the sport through my words and photographs. Our friendship blossomed into a love fueled by our shared passions and mutual respect.

Together, we experienced the highs and lows of the racing world, celebrating victories and consoling each other during challenging times. Carlos's unwavering support and belief in me never wavered, becoming the wind beneath my wings as I pursued my dream career.

As the years went by, my byline graced the pages of prominent sports publications, and my work became recognized in the world of motorsport journalism. But my success was never a solitary achievement. It was a testament to the love and guidance I received from Carlos Sainz Jr, the man who had seen my potential and nurtured it with unwavering dedication.

Driven by love, passion, and unwavering determination, we forged a bond that transcended the racetrack. And as we stood together, side by side, I knew that I had found my own champion, not just in the world of motorsport, but in the depths of my heart.

One day, as we were watching a race together, Carlos Jr turned to me and said, "I have a surprise for you." He took me outside, and there it was - a rally car with my name on it. He had arranged for me to participate in the next race, and I was thrilled. I trained hard, practicing my driving skills, and analyzing the track.

On the day of the race, my heart was pounding as I stepped into the car. The roar of the engine drowned out all other sounds as I sped through the track, negotiating the twists and turns with ease. The finish line was in sight, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. And then it happened - I won the race, and Carlos Jr was waiting for me at the finish line.

We embraced each other, our hearts filled with joy and passion. We had embarked on a journey filled with challenges and victories, both on and off the track. As the sun set on the race track, we looked forward to the future, a future filled with love, adventure, and of course, motorsports.

In the months that followed, Carlos Jr. and I kept in touch. We shared

Together, we embarked on a whirlwind adventure, traveling to races across the globe, each doing what we loved the most. Carlos Jr.'s influence and connections in the racing world opened doors for me, allowing me to interview some of the greatest drivers in history. I relished the opportunity to share their stories and bring the thrill of F1 to fans worldwide.

As our bond grew stronger, we found ourselves falling deeply in love. Carlos Jr. introduced me to the rest of the family. Over dinner one evening, Carlos Sr. revealed with a smile, "I knew from the moment I saw you both together that you were destined to be together. Love and motorsport, it's a combination that can't be beaten."

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, surrounded by the laughter of our children, Carlos turned to me with a twinkle in his eye. "Do you remember the day we first met?" he asked, his voice filled with nostalgia.

I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. "How could I forget? It was the start of the most incredible journey of my life."

Carlos Sr., who had been listening intently, chimed in, "I always knew you two would end up together. Love is like racing; sometimes, you just know."

And as we basked in the warmth of our shared memories, I couldn't help but be grateful for the magical moment that brought us together—the day our racing hearts collided and forever merged into one.

#carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz jr x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 drivers x reader #f1 fanfiction

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wolfavens · 6 months

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ghost car of barna road

track 3 - liberty belle 1/2

my manager greeted me in irish.

i blinked at the screen in mute panic. i couldn’t remember how to reply. words and languages collided in my brain. it was a car crash, baby, and in the end all that came out of my mouth was a prolonged aaah with no end in sight. a perfect visual representation would be a multilanguage tsunami, pouring out of my ears and pooling around my slippers on the dusty rug of my childhood bedroom.

i used to write those words down into a black notebook, watching you mock me from that dusty rug. you and your smug gaeltacht born grin. who would’ve thought i will forget them all by the time i’m 30.

“how did the move go?”

move. to galway. my hometown. i found my voice again and rushed out: “oh yeah! the move went okay. got here late last night. drive was smooth. not many cars around after midnight.”

“hehe, don’t get used to it. it’s a totally different story after 8am.”

we chatted for a while, arranging to meet in dublin next month when i was all settled in. won’t take long. all i needed was to get a flat, a car - did i need help with the flat? there are probably relocation programmes for employees available. no. i think i got it. did i tho?

we finished the call twenty minutes later. the fact i managed to scrape by enough words to at least tell him goodbye in irish seemed to cheer him up a bit.

i finished up some minor work tasks, sipping at the remainder of my mother’s disgusting herbal tea and took a short break to open the dusty unused storage areas of my childhood bedroom. i needed to clean up the old junk before moving in the new junk. i had to give one thing to my mother; she did an excellent job of preserving this place. if ever i managed to do something worthwhile with my life she could start charging fucking entry for this museum of fiadh kavanagh.

shaking my head i started pulling out old clothes and creating a pile on the floor. if she believed i still fit into these jeans i should be worried about early onset neurodegenerative diseases.

i was done with the columns and moving on to the hangers by the time she stuck her head in and quirked her dark eyebrows at me. “need any help?”

“mom, why the fuck did you keep all this?” i asked, showcasing fist-full of short gothic dresses. “aren’t you worried about clothes moths?”

ignoring my point she sat down on the bed, smiling. “oh, i though you might still like to keep some of it. it’s not like we need extra storage.”

“mom, look at me!” i threw another armful onto the pile, lifting my arms to indicate my age ravaged body. “how could i possibly fit into size four?! some of these are from the children’s section!”

“you look like a string, you could easily fit. it’s the cigarettes. they are not good for ya.”

i rolled my eyes. “i’m not even fucki…”

the feel of a familiar soft fabric beneath my fingertips made me stop midsentence. i pulled it out into the light with shaking fingers, heart racing against my ribcage. it looked huge in my palms. the faded graphics were barely visible in the shadowy light of my room. if you tried hard enough you could just barely make out the name of the band. distantly i heard my mom echo my name but i was stuck in the past, standing in the cold autumn rain by the open driver’s side window of your car.

“ooooh, i remember this one,” my mother said with a nostalgic smile.

i made a small sound at the back of my throat.

“it’s the donovan boy’s, isn’t it? i remember teasing him about it. i told him: young man, this is not a free laundry i run here! you know what he said to me?”

i nodded, whispering, “it’s not my fault yer daughter is a stinkin’ thief.”

she laughed. “little bastard. he was the worst influence on you. funny how he turned out. would never expect a son of deirdre donovan to make something of himself. i guess we owe it all to the wife. she…”

my body snapped back to action. i was moving away before she could say her name. putting the sweater on the bed next to her, i brushed my hands against my sweatpants and mumbled: “right, look we need to get rid of all this before i can unpack. do you know someone with skinny teenage children? ideally with a questionable fashion sense?”

“we can drive to the clothes recycling point.”

“grand! let’s do that after work.” i told her, kicking my way through the discarted clothes toward the closet and dumping whatever was left on top of the rest. “i need to get back to work now. i have a meeting in 20.”

“oh, ok. sorry.” she chuckled, standing up. “i will bring some bags to put all of this in.” she reached for the sweater on her way out and i jumped in to block her path on impulse.

“uh… where are you taking that?”

she blinked up at me, brown eyes surprised. “downstairs. i figured i could return it to the rightful owner rather than donate it to charity. although,” she giggled, pulling it apart for scale, “i doubt it will still fit him.”

she was gone before i could open my mouth, taking the sweater with her. my clenched fists unclenched with effort as i pushed the door closed and leaned my back against it. i was breathing too hard. the way you handed me that sweater through the driver’s side window on that rainy, a blast from the past; a ghostly memory. just enough to make me shudder.

#simblr #ts4 story #s:gcbr #oc:ann marie #oc:fiadh #it's adorable how gorgeous fawn believes #she looks old and ugly #hell i wish i looked like fawn #also join me in appreciating stolen garments #the best possible sweater is one you don't own #amen

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siremasterlawrence · 9 months

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Henry Cavill has felt quite off for the longest time getting on his motorcycle he rides off in to the desert just blasting through the area as if he is in a race.

Story request by @male-meat-suit

Someone always feels like they beside him one way or the other he can’t escape it so he might as well make a run for it as far as he can go.

Henry checking his area through the mirror can help himself because every once in a while he keeps seeing a stranger in the view mirror.

Unfortunately for him he has no idea what

is to come this day the more he revs up the motorcycle getting him hard this should not be happening.

The power of the motorcycle revs up in even more roaring in to the road as he speeds in to the desert and the gas from the pipe blows up.

The motorcycle starts to glow blowing up in a shiny silver color channeling in to his body Henry does not know why but there is a true reverb happening.

A pair of arms reach on to him grabbing and groping him as he squirms on the seat he is in a sea of madness as his aura is now on a sexual high.

Suddenly, his body is losing absolute control every action, thought and motion is a totally robotic and he is no longer in control of his body.

A woosh or power rushes coming up from the bottom of feet shoots up in to the nerves occupying his body inside him he can feel a another soul.

His mind is spinning a figure in back of his mind a new figure standing alone in a dark shadowy figure looming over him growing stronger by the second.

“DAMN IT! Why this feeling go?”

“And what is with the glint?”

“A mirror trick?”

“BLAST”

“Calm down”

“Let me stop here and grab some water “

“I can’t help this feeling”

“Is someone watching me”

“Creepy “

“My head is spinning”

“Uuuugggghhhh!”

“Oh God!”

“Why am I so hard?”

“About to cum”

“FUCK”

“I am in control now”

“Who are you ?”

“Relinquish your body to me”

“Nnnooo Ssstttoooppp!”

His blue revels with a surge of electrical red bloody currents causing his cock to shoot cum through his pants instantly getting harder.

The pain pricking him causing him to soar, grow stiff and hard as they become totally immobile losing his balance he crashes to the floor.

His head spins blacking out in to semi aware drop in to unconsciousness with his body in a catatonic state of nothingness and black bleakness spreads.

Awakening in this space he lifts himself up in to the sky he sees the man an unimportant guy so unimpressive young guy with no muscle.

His super level definition of height he is now overshadowing the nerdy young man’s who stares at him with no fear or worry to his deflation.

In real time his body aimlessly his body is back on his feet checking out the area to see no cars coming and begins to strip off his clothes.

His hands digging under his shirt letting the sun shine on bus washboard abs throwing it to the side and his hands on his bely is next it’s sexy.

He hates this deep need to be used, lusted after and watched as the man is overtaking him it’s disgusting to me and it’s the stupid ridiculous.

The belt slides off, pants are unbutton and zipper drawn and it’s no more privacy from here. The pants are off leaving nothing but ones imagination.

Striking a pose he props up his cellphone on a display of rocks as he poses for a multiple sets of showcasing his body and even does a video recording.

“Hey I am Henry Cavill, I am fine, and vain.”

“I would never say that..you are liar”

“We can’t here you “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“The heat is killing me”

“And I am hot”

“It’s my body “

“Not anymore “

“Fuck! I won’t let you “

“As if you have a choice “

“I do…I one hundred percent do”

“You have no power here “

“Welcome to the sub space!”

“Hey baby”

“You want this pretty ass”

“I am free”

“To be with you and you “

“Of course you “

“Why am loving this?”

“I am fading! No! Let me go! I want my life…I”

“Bye bye”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Motherfucking pussy bitch”

Henry Cavill disappears inside his own mind he fell in to swirl submission.

The end

#henry cavill #leather jacket #desert #possession #ghost #body possession #spirit

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viper-motorsports · 6 months

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Returning to the GTLM podium for the first time since Laguna Seca, Risi Competizione finished third running their N°62 Ferrari 458 Italia through Road America WI at the 2015 IMSA Continental Tire Road Race Showcase.

#ferrari 458 italia #road race showcase #risi competizione #road america #tudor united sportscar championship #gtlm #chris chavez

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fairyofthestar · 2 years

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check yes, juliet

word count: 1.9k

genre: guitarist!beomgyu, strangers to lovers

requested by: @hattorihaechan

A/N: can we talk about his hands on that first photo for a bit goddamn .. i've always been weak for his hands @-@

you weren't supposed to be here—squished in a crowd of people with adrenaline coursing through their veins, not a single care in the world if the sweat they're feeling came from their own body or the body of the person beside them because they were too busy enjoying the music.

you didn't complain about the crampedness of the space because you wanted to be here. you were as excited as everyone else, probably even more.

you smiled to yourself as you thought about the state of your parents at home; blissfully asleep and unaware that you had snuck off into the night and to an underground club that was already familiar to you to see your favorite band play. despite how much they sheltered you, you still found a way to defy their rules behind their back and they never caught you. you were cautious enough to make sure of it.

check yes juliet are you with me? rain is falling down on the sidewalk i won't go until you come outside

this song was your favorite from the band, tomorrow x together. the moment you stumbled upon it on spotify, your interest was piqued and you wanted to learn more about the band. immediately, your research led to you learning the names of the members, listening to their whole discography, and following them in all of their social media accounts. you were hooked and now you made sure to see them live as much as possible.

seeing the band live was an experience that you could never compare to anything else. besides the addicting music that would get your heart pumping, there was something else that made your heart race, maybe even more than listening to this rush-filled pop rock love song.

there stood choi beomgyu, lead guitarist, face so fucking pretty that it didn't make sense how someone could look that good and not be a world-famous model.

he caught your eye when you first saw a photo of the whole band and something sparked in you, though you didn't know what at the time, but now you do. the way you were drawn to him was more than just merely being a fan of his band and how he played. you wanted to get to know him in more ways than one.

you knew it was impossible though. tomorrow x together was rising in fame and they had a lot of gigs outside of the city. they were getting more and more interviews and exposure by the minute, you were sure that soon, they would go mainstream and would forget this suburb. despite your thoughts, they were constantly performing every tuesday and friday at this club and you have yet to miss a gig.

run, baby, run don't ever look back they'll tear us apart if you give them the chance

beomgyu was mesmerizing to watch as he played the guitar; his head nodding to the beat of the drums, eyebrows slightly furrowed, his shoulder-length wolfcut in a loose ponytail, and fingers smoothly gliding over the frets of his white electric guitar.

the best part of their performances was when beomgyu would get the chance to showcase his voice, whether it would be in certain parts of their songs or him doing a solo. his voice was deep and breathy and was as smooth as velvet. goosebumps would rise on your arms whenever you would hear his voice and your heart would quicken. beomgyu's got you under a spell and he didn't even know it.

after their set, you would usually hang out at the bar and drink a few shots before sneaking back in your room at four in the morning, buzzed enough to enjoy walking at dawn more than usual, but not enough for you to start stumbling at the side of the road. some guys would hit on you and you would rudely turn them down in an instant. you didn't have time for one night stands. besides, your heart was desperately trying to claim someone else. you couldn't bring yourself to look at someone else.

"did you enjoy today's set?" you heard a deep voice from behind you, interrupting your thoughts. 'great, another one,' you internally groaned. with a roll of your eyes, you let out an annoyed sigh. "that's none of your business so if you don't mind, kindly fuck off," you spat, not even bothering to turn around. you took another sip of your drink.

"i think it's kind of my business, sweetheart," he chuckled. you could hear the amusement in this man's voice and it only heightened your irritation. you were never in the mood to deal with nasty creeps and tonight was no different. one more statement out of him could end up in you stomping on his foot.

"if you don't leave me alone in the next ten seconds, i'm getting up on that damn stage and smashing one of the guitars on your head," you knew you were exaggerating, but if your buttons were pushed enough, maybe you would have the strength to do it.

the man dramatically gasped. "not my guitar, i paid good money for that!"

you furrowed your brows in confusion. "what do you mean your guitar? you—" you finally turned around and your face was drained of all color. there stood in front of you, choi fucking beomgyu. he was the man you threatened to smash a guitar on his head for bothering you… his guitar.

you felt your throat dry up, your palms sweating profusely. you stammered, trying to think of a way to take back everything you said, but you knew you couldn't save yourself after how aggressive you were. you wanted the earth to swallow you whole with how embarrassed you felt.

beomgyu let out another chuckle at your reaction, obviously not expecting any of this to happen. he swiftly took a seat beside you and all you could do was follow his movements with your eyes, hoping that he would suddenly vanish in a few seconds. but he didn't. you gulped and looked away, taking a big swig at your drink.

"woah, calm down. you don't want to go home later than you usually do," he said, taking your glass from your hand before you could finish it in one go. the sudden movement made some of the contents spill from your mouth and beomgyu immediately looked for a napkin holder on the counter. he took a few pieces of napkin and wiped your mouth gently before you could even process his actions.

you blushed as you watched him, flustered at the close proximity. you quickly snapped yourself out of it and took the napkin from his hand. "i can do it myself," you murmured, looking away as you continued wiping your mouth.

then, you realized something. you whipped your head towards him with a scowl. "how do you know what time i usually leave the club?"

beomgyu pursed his lips, looking away. "well, about that…"

you narrowed your eyes, leaning in towards him. "have you been stalking me? is that why you approached me tonight? is beomgyu, the guitarist of tomorrow x together, some crazy st—"

"i-i'm not stalking you! that's not… hey, shouldn't you at least apologize first for what you said?" he cut you off, pouting at the end of his sentence.

"apologize?" you scoffed. "i'm not apologizing until you give me a good explanation. how do you know what time i usually leave the club?" at this moment, you didn't care if this was the same man you spent watching with hearts practically shooting out of your eyes almost every week. if he didn't give you a reason that made sense, then maybe you wouldn't end the night feeling any regret over what you said. a big part of you though, hoped that what you said wasn't the case.

beomgyu sighed, slumping in his seat. he didn't expect the way things turned out tonight. he knew how much your eyes were on him, like his were on you. he had always been curious about you, but never found the right moment to approach you. he thought tonight would be it, but he was obviously wrong.

"i'm not stalking you, i swear on my life," he started cautiously, afraid that one wrong word could really end up in him losing his dignity and precious guitar tonight. "but i do want to get to know you. you're really pretty and i always try to find you after our gigs to introduce myself, but you've already left. i don't know the exact time of when you leave the club, but i know you leave early. i'm sorry that i made you uncomfortable."

you stayed silent, taking in everything beomgyu said, regret pooling in your stomach. beomgyu? the guitarist that you found attractive? wanted to get to know you? and found you… pretty? it all sounded like something out of a fictional novel. you didn't think stuff like this happened in real life.

a blush slowly crept in your face, one sentence repeating in your mind. he found you pretty.

but then again, he might not think so anymore after everything you said. you slightly bowed your head, closing your eyes tight in embarrassment. it didn't help that you felt a bit dizzy after that last shot you did.

you turned towards the counter and started tracing random shapes on it, so as to not look at beomgyu. "the way you approached me was still a bit creepy…" you said lowly, but loud enough for him to hear.

"i really am sorry. my approach definitely could have been better," you could hear the sincerity in his voice and that was enough for you to support your next few decisions.

you looked up at him and were met with eyes that matched the emotion in his voice. he didn't look like the charismatic guitarist you would always see on stage, but you didn't complain. he looked cute and approachable like this, sitting beside you with a slight pout on his lips, and sparkling and expressive eyes. "maybe you can make it up to me by buying me one more drink?" you said, biting your lip to hide a smile.

a smirk started forming in his lips. "i don't know… how are you going to get home then?"

"drive me home? i need to be there before the sun is up,"

beomgyu smiled, a genuine one. one that showed crinkles that resemble a cat's whiskers under his eyes, his grin blinding you with how charming it is. you felt your stomach flutter. you wanted to see that smile more often. he nodded. "i'll make sure to get you home safely."

you returned the smile, no longer trying to hide it. you put a hand out for him to shake. "i'm y/n and i also find you really pretty,"

beomgyu's ears heated up at this but still, he managed to show you his famous smirk that made him ten times more attractive while playing the guitar (and he was well aware of it). he took your hand and instead of shaking it, he placed a kiss on the back of your knuckles. "i hope we get along well, y/n."

don't sell your heart don't say we're not meant to be run, baby, run forever we'll be you and me

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#Spotify #song requests #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt x reader #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu x reader

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 8 days

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This Day In History, April 23, 1996 Zora Arkus-Duntov, Belgian-American automotive engineer, known as "the Father of the Corvette", dies at 86

Zora Arkus-Duntov (December 25, 1909 – April 21, 1996) was a Belgian-born American engineer whose work on the Chevrolet Corvette earned him the nickname "Father of the Corvette." He is sometimes erroneously referred to as the inventor of the Corvette; that title belongs to Harley Earl. He was also a professional racing driver, appearing at the 24 Hours of Le Mans four times and taking class wins in 1954 and 1955.

Arkus-Duntov joined General Motors in 1953 after seeing the Motorama Corvette on display in New York City. He found the car visually superb, but was disappointed with what was underneath. He wrote Chevrolet chief engineer Ed Cole that it would be a pleasure to work on such a beautiful car; he also included a technical paper which proposed an analytical method of determining a car's top speed. Chevrolet was so impressed, engineer Maurice Olley invited him to come to Detroit. On May 1, 1953, Arkus-Duntov started at Chevrolet as an assistant staff engineer.

Shortly after going to work for Chevrolet, Arkus-Duntov set the tone for what he was about to accomplish in a memo to his bosses. The document, "Thoughts Pertaining to Youth, Hot Rodders and Chevrolet", laid out Duntov's views on overcoming Ford's lead in use by customizers and racers, and how to increase both the acceptance and the likelihood of success of the Chevrolet V8 in this market. In 1957 Arkus-Duntov became Director of High Performance Vehicles at Chevrolet. After helping to introduce the small-block V8 engine to the Corvette in 1955, providing the car with much-needed power, he set about showcasing the engine by ascending Pike's Peak in 1956 in a pre-production car (a 1956 Bel Air 4-door hardtop), setting a stock car record. He took a Corvette to Daytona Beach the same year and hit a record-setting 150 mph (240 km/h) over the flying mile.[citation needed] He also developed the famous Duntov high-lift camshaft and helped bring fuel injection to the Corvette in 1957. He is credited with introducing the first mass-produced American car with four-wheel disc brakes.

A conflict arose between Duntov and Chevrolet chief designer Bill Mitchell over the design of the new C2 Corvette "Sting Ray" model. Mitchell designed the car with a long hood and a raised windsplit that ran the length of the roof and continued down the back on a pillar that bisected the rear window into right and left halves. Duntov felt that the elongated hood interfered with the driver's view of the road ahead, and the rear pillar obscured the driver's view rearwards. The split rear window was widely criticized, and a one-piece backlite was put in its place the next year.

#Zora Arkus-Duntov #Arkus-Duntov #car #cars #muscle car #american muscle #chevrolet #chevy #chevrolet corvette #corvette

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seventeenplug · 1 year

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Scandal, Scandal (Hoshi X AFAB reader)

Pairing: Hoshi X AFAB reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, friends and maybe something more

Warning: Mention of Moonbin(not his name since i dont want to remind anyone), mencion of seungkwan not participating in the promotions. Mentions of fainting due to fatigue and malnutrition, curse words (i think once?) Mention of ZB1 as a joke.

Summary: You're one of seventeen's manager, and have worked with them through thick and thin for many years, and for the first time, you experience a scandal that almost destroys everything.

Word Count: 2,3K words.

Teaser :

“This is simply not right, you cannot do this to him!”

Your voice bounced through the walls as your tone continuously raised and the fight heated between you and your superior.

“Y/N, it will ruin their work as a group” She tried to get her point across.

“It’s HIS personal life!” You countered back.

The nights were getting warmer as spring finally touched the cold roads of Seoul and with it, comeback season began and it was no exception to the group you managed, Seventeen as they worked hard and prepared to showcase their new mini album “FML” to the public.

The only problem was that Hoshi, one of your closest friends kept overworking himself, and to make the issue harder, Seungkwan had just lost his best friend, the whole group suffering alongside him.

The tired boy begged you to stay out of promotions, and you did your best to reason with the company who finally allowed it after a few days of your constant nagging and threats.

One issue was down, and handled. You checked with Seungkwan every single day while still allowing him to still have time for himself.

Hoshi was a different case, it was way harder to convince that he could relax and his work wouldn’t be lost.

So that’s where you came in, once more as one of the managers of Seventeen, watching as Hoshi trained at the late hours of night, sweat dripping down his face but he continued to push past his limits, until there was nothing else to push and he fell to the floor.

It wasn’t easy to hide that a member of a big kpop group had been taken to the hospital after losing consciousness, but somehow you had managed to do it.

The doctor said that it wasn’t anything too bad, simple malnutrition and overworking himself, you sighed as your eyes look over his body, eyes shut as he peacefully slept.

By his side, you carefully watch as his finger twitches, noting his gain of counscious, you bow to the doctor before rushing to his side but before you can reach out to grab his hand, a woman does so.

“Soonyoung! You had me so worried!” the woman cried, the boys eyes opened, eyebrows furrowing as he looked around, taking a quick glance at you as you stood still and finally looking at the woman who had interwined their fingers.

“Soo Jin?” he mumbled, you couldn’t hide your surprise as you finally realized the woman’s identity, and just how dangerous it was for them both to act this way out in a public space.

“I was so worried, I- i raced over to see you, if you’re okay” she continued with her concerns, eyes filled with worry as she reached a hand to touch his face.

“Don’t do this here. We’re in public, miss” you said, your hand holding onto her wrist before she could come in contact with his face.

“And who are you to meddle!?” she screamed in your face, you eyes widened, the whisperes got louder as you looked around to watch as many of the patients turned their focus to the three of you.

“Cover your face” you rush to Hoshi, pulling out a mask from your bag and placing it on his face with a hat covering his head.

“You’re causing a scene. Please leave” you stood in front of the woman, eyes glaring at hers that shot daggers.

“That’s Blaze’s Choi Soo Jin” you heard the people whisper. It seemed like that finally caught her attention, as she too was a name on the rise and having a scandal now would be at the worst timing possible.

The woman looked around, her eyes still filled with anger, but nonetheless she grabbed her things and stomped her way out leaving you and Hoshi to deal with the consequences.

“God, I can’t believe she came…” Hoshi sighed, hand brushing his face as he tried to avoid people’s wondering eyes.

“I’ll go fill the paperwork so that you can at least get a room”

“Don’t bother. Let’s just leave. I’m fine” he grumbled, hands behind him to lift him into a sitting position.

And that would’ve been the end of the trouble, had someone not ripped the mask out of his face, exposing his identity to the few cameras that were recording.

“It’s seventeen’s hoshi!”

Save to say that there was nothing that could’ve helped you now as you removed your own jacket and put it over Soonyoung’s head, guiding him outside and into the car as people started closing in on the two of you, asking numerous of questions.

Once inside, the car ride was quiet. You’d rather not talk to him about the presence of his ex girlfriend or how she had found that he had been taken to the hospital.

You’d also rather not think of what would be of you if the news reached your superior…which by now, you were sure had happened because your phone kept buzzing.

“I’m sorry for causing trouble” you heard his soft voice in the back.

“It’s fine. You should rest while i drive” you ignored it all and kept your focus on one thing only, the road.

“Y/N… It’s not like that. You know that I- she and I, we-”

“Hoshi, you have nothing to explain to me. I’m your manager, not the police. I don’t care who you date or don’t” you lightly chuckle trying to lift the mood.

“Still… It didn’t last, not even half a year” he watched your reaction carefully, but you gave nothing more than a nod and he shook his head sighing into his hands.

“We’re here” you exit the car without another word, moving to the other side to open the back of the van so that Hoshi could exit, his eyes are on you the whole time but as you refuse to meet his eyes he exhales frustrated.

“Could you at least look at me?” he questions you, raising his voice.

Your eyes meet his, you tried your best to stay neutral, watching him the same way he watched you.

“Did you want me to say something?” you asked him raising a single eyebrow.

“You seriously going to continue to act this way?” he wondered, mouth open slightly in shock, scoffing at you and making his way into the dorms.

“You can go now. I see where we stand” he dismissively said waving a hand, not once turning back to look at you, you gulp down your thoughts, turning back to the car and driving away finally answering your phone, already ready to be screamed at. And you weren’t wrong because your superior immediately ordered you to go to the company and see him and the company president.

“Y/N, finally! The president is furious! You should hurry and head in” one of the new managers rushed to your side as you walked through the big doors.

You inhaled sharply, hands on the door handle before finally swinging it open and making your way inside as the superior stood behind his desk, back to you as he stared at the busy night life.

“Sir…” your voice meekly said, it was enough for him to listen, turning to look at you with his hands behind his back.

“Do you realize… what is going on right now as we speak, Ms.Y/N?” you asked, his teeth grinding on each other as he barely opened his mouth and turned to the screen at the corner of the room where gossip channels all plastered Hoshi’s face and Soo Jin’s as a possible couple and Dispatch releasing photos from the hospital including a love scandal.

“You know what’s funnier? Mr.Soonyoung is dating not one, but I guess two people” he laughed humorously, as he stared at you, who looked at him weirdly.

“You’re in it. You’re the other woman who he supposedly cheated on Ms.Choi with” he explains throwing the tv remote onto the sofa.

“Sir, you have to know that those are just groundless rumors, I would never-”

“I know, But they do not! What am I supposed to say to a rumor like this?!”

“I will take care of it, sir. I will not let this harm the company or the groups” you promised, hands behind your back respectfully.

“For now, I will release a statement that the two of you are nothing more than employer and employee. And he and Ms.Choi are just close Hoobae and Sunbae. You may go now. And I hope to not see another scandal like this again. It may cost your job the next time” he warns sternly. You nod, bowing thankful before rushing out the office.

“How did it go? Is he calmer now?” The junior manager asked, worried to which you nod, sighing in relief.

“He’ll release a statement and all will be good” you explained to which he nods understanding.

“Y/N! You’re in so much trouble!” Your superior’s voice boomed through the walls as he made his way to you.

“Sir, I can explain!” You tried, but he quickly shuts you up by grabbing your wrist and moving you to a more private part of the building.

“You had the nerve to take him to the hospital by yourself and let a woman interact with him! Grab him! What were you thinking?!” he yelled at you.

You kept your silence, eyes staring at the ground as he continued to yell at you over your wrongdoings. You had no right to argue back when it was in fact true.

“You shouldn’t have let him date! Look at what happened!”

“He’s also a person, sir” You argued back.

“Yes well, that person will not participate in the group’s activities for the album release!” he jabs. A gasp of shock leaves your mouth as your stare wide eyed at the man in front of you.

“This is simply not right, you cannot do this to him!”

Your voice bounced through the walls as your tone continuously raised and the fight heated between you and your superior.

“Y/N, it will ruin their work as a group” She tried to get her point across.

“It’s HIS personal life!” You countered back.

“He dated on his personal time! It never once interfered with his schedules or with the team. You cannot just decide that he won’t participate in the group activities over this! He’s been practicing! Day and Night for this comeback!” you continue.

“They’ve been broken up for months now, if anything it’s her fault, not his. Please sir, you cannot do this” you almost beg him.

“Fine, he can do the promotions, but Miss Y/N, you’re fired”.

You’re not sure if you heard that correctly or if the sight of all of the Seventeen members behind your superior just dragged you to another dimension, but you stay in your place as you stare at their shocked expressions, your superior walking away from your frozen place.

“Y/N… are you okay?” Joshua is the first one to approach you. You barely nod, still frozen in place as you replay the whole conversation.

“I’ll try and talk to Mr.Kim, he cannot just fire our manager” You hear Seungcheol say, a few of the members leaving with him in search for said man.

“Why would you fight in my stance? Gosh, you’re such an idiot sometimes. Come on” You hear Soon Young’s voice say before you see him, draping your jacket over you and taking you to a bench nearby so that you could sit.

“You okay?” Dokyeom asks worriedly, looking over at you.

“I’m… ok. Why are you all here? You have practice early tomorrow” you turn to look at the two boys who had accompanied you to the bench.

“Who cares about the schedule?! Our manager just got fired for protecting one of us” Hoshi argued angrily, his eyes glared in the direction the senior manager had left.

“Just forget it. It’s fine as long as you can be in the promotions” you shrug standing up.

“Where are you going?” Hoshi hurriedly asks as he grabs onto your hand.

“Home. It’s late. You should all go home as well” you told him, gently removing his hand from yours, but his eyes never left yours.

“Dokyeom-ah! Come here for a second” Jeonghan’s call for DK shakes the 2 of you out of the transe you were in and the member excuses himself leaving the two of you alone.

“Hoshi-”

“We’re alone, please just call me that” he grumbles, reaching to grab your hands once again.

“Soonyoung” - he smiles.

“It’s fine, really. I can just get another job, maybe I can become the manager of ZB1” you joke, knowing they were Hoshi’s archnemesis to your heart.

“You like those kids way too much,” he continued to grumble.

“I’m not participating if you’re not there to cheer us on” he stated, eyes locked with yours.

“Don’t be stupid”

“Y/N, You’re the reason why all of us are always on schedule. If you’re not there, we won’t do shit” he joked.

“Just let us solve this one issue, for all the ones you solved for us” he finishes with a smile.

You contemplate for a while, looking around as a few members come back in search of you two and finally you give up, nodding which does cheer him up.

“Dino! Initiate mission, get Y/N back into her job” The funny boy exclaims, the others cheering.

(Possible pt.2? Let me know if you'd be interested!)

byeee!

#hoshi #kpop #kpop imagine #fluff #kpop idols #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #seventeen #imagine #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #hoshi x reader #seventeen hoshi #seventeenhoshi #seventeen imagine #kpopbg #zb1

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thekingofwinterblog · 8 months

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Varric Tethras - The Proud Dwarf

So it's not a big secret that the best companion Bioware ever created was Varric Tethras, the lovable rogue, crossbowman, author and handsome Viscount of Kirkwall.

There are ao many reasons to love Varric, but one I don't see much discussed, is the subtle, and contradictory relationship Varric has with his own race, the Dwarves of Thedas.

Varric makes it a point of always putting his seeming disdain for his own people out in the open, always making it clear how much he dislikes the traditional Dwarven culture, wqy of life and so on.

He describes Orzammar, one of the great wonders of the world as cramp tunnels filled with shit and body odor, he never fails to mention how much he hates the deep roads, and he often mocks dwarven pride at any opportunity with his usual wit and charm.

On the surface, Varric might seem like he has a lot in common with Sera and her racist views on all elvhen kind, but that really, really is not the case.

Because under that exterior of seeming disdain, is a man who both understands Dwarven Culture in all it's flaws, but also loves it and hates it in equal measures.

Varric has always made it clear how much he loved the Hanged man, and essentially made his room there his office, his real home away from the uber dwarfish merchant guild.

And do you know what he fills it with?

The dwarfiest architecture you can imagine. Varric has a dwarf table, a noble dwarf chair, dwarven artwork on the wall, and even a dwarven stone bed.

All expensive and traditional stuff which he would have had to had personally paid for to transport into this room out of his own pocket.

Varric for all his harsh words on the Dwarven people, WANTS to live in a home that looks utterly Dwarven.

The most obvious moment that puts Varric's love for his dwaf ancestry on full display is of course the act 2 quest from da2, where he and an insane(temporary lucid) Bartrand has a heart to heart where both puts their real feelings on the tragedy of their situation on display.

Varric chastises Bartrand for in his madness having thrown away every bit of his dwarven nobility and honor on a stupid trinket, and Bartrand ends up begging his brother not to let house Tethras fall with him, in this display of utter madness and dishonor.

The entire thing is a deeply tragic display where the two brothers show that deapite all their differences, they really did love each other deeply, as well as the fact they had a shared love of their ancestry as Orzammar Nobility.

Of course Varric almost never comes out and says it nearly this clearly anywhere else, as showcased in another side quest where you give him back the Tethras family signet ring that Bartrand had to pawn to finance the expedition.

He doesn't come out and say it, instead focusing on the bad aspects of Orzammar in this quest, but unless hawke is rivaling him when he gives him the quest, varric has a huge approval boost in response to getting his family ring back, showing the thing really did mean a lot to him, despite his disparaging it and Orzammar in said quest.

Later, in Inquisition, Varric never misses a chance to badmouth Orzammar and tradition, but he reacts with incredible sadness at the prospect of Orzammar one day possibly falling.

When Solas asks him about Dwarven literature, and whether there is a lot of Dwarven tricksters, varric gives a smartass remark summing it up as Dwarves tend to write how they want the world to be, while humans write how they think the world is, eith the latter being clearly superior.

It's a good scene, but it has a deeper meaning that ties into Varric's deeper views on Dwarven culture.

Varric knows how Dwarves write, because he has read Dwarven liturature, and understands it completely as both a dwarf, a reader, and a writer, and how it in turn differs from human literature.

For all his grumbling on dwarves in Orzammar being obsessed with their ancestors, he himself is the exact same way as shown in legacy when you find the original Tethras and gives him to the stone, able to shortly remember every bit of his own family lore on the spot and being moved to tears by the tragedy of it all.

Varric defends both surface dwarves and Orzammar dwarves against Solas accusation that they have given up against the darkspawn threat, though in his usual way, he makes it out like surface dwarves are clearly superior.

Varric genuinely loves and cares about so much of Dwarven culture and history, and he understands it deeply.

Which in turn also is the reason he genuinely hates so much about it.

Like all of the DA2 companions, Varric has something he is deeply, deeply obsessed with, something that drives him as a person, and motivates his actions through the entire story. The difference between him and everyone else, is that this obsession never reached a conclusion, because Varric doesn't get to actually face it, and confront it.

That obsession is, of course, the Dwarven Merchant Guild.

Varric HATES the Dwarven Merchant guild, and though he uses his regular humor to portray it, in this case it's actually the opposite of the way he will always be critical of the Dwarven people. Because Varric hates the guild far, far more than he ever pretends to hate Orzammar.

Varric always talks of how shitty the guild is, how it embodies the absolute worst parts of dwarven culture, and essentially how it ruined Bartrand from ever being able to function as anything other than a cutthroat businessman. He time, and time, and time again, refuses to interact with the guild, breaks the law hard to not have to participate, and all in all cold shoulders them and their cutthroat culture completely.

There is a very important, significant moment in act 3, that is incredibly easy to miss, but completely recontextualizes varric's entire motivation for wanting the deep roads expedition.

Varric talks about the real reason why Bartrand wanted to go through with the expedition, of how it represented the one chance he had to get AWAY from the guild forever, just by being rich enough he no longer had to deal with them anymore.

Varric portrays it as Bartrand's big wish and motivation, hut it's incredibly obvious if one pays attention that this was a wish the two brothers actually shared, a mutual desire in the world. Which in turn is one of the reasons why Varric is so incredibly angry at his brother when he goes off the deep end due to the idol and betrays them.

Him and Bartrand got into this venture to finally, once and for all get out of having to deal with the worst parts of surface Dwarf society, and here his brother seemingly willingly turned his back on all of that, showing the only thing he ever cared about was pure greed.

In other words, everything both he and Bartrand hated about the Merchant Guild.

Varric hates the Caste system. He hates the division between surface and "regular" dwarves, and he thinks Orzammar's nobility has a collective stick up it's ass. And yet despite all of that, he loves the Dwarves. He loves the idea of nobility and the ideals it is supposed to represent, he loves Dwarven architecture, their grand ability to make shit, and the incredible grit and romanticism about the Dwarves long, unending struggle against the darkspawn.

The only part of Dwarven society Varric has no love for, is the Merchant Guild. It is Orzammar's nobility without anything resembling virtues, nobles who lost their caste, and yet still enforces a brutal hierarchy of blood, and cares for no ideals, no honor, no cause, except for the clink of money.

Varric is such a deep character, and I really wish that in the future, we get to see this aspect of him fleshed out even more.

#dragon age inquisition #varric tethras #meta #dragon age 2 #dwarves #dwarf #orzammar #surface dwarves #castes #dwarven pride

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f1xmalereader · 1 year

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Road trip

Alex Albon x Male Reader (Platonic)

Road trip f1 bingo

You and Alex Albon were assigned to do a PR video for Williams, which involved going on a road trip together. You were excited to spend some time with your teammate outside of the track, and Alex seemed equally eager.

As you hit the road, Alex took the wheel, and you settled into the passenger seat. The plan was to drive around the countryside, showcasing the beautiful scenery and talking about the upcoming races. However, things didn't go as planned.

After a few hours of driving, Alex suddenly realized that he had taken a wrong turn, and you were now completely lost. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, "I should have brought a GPS."

You tried to reassure him, "It's okay, we can just ask for directions."

Alex shook his head, "I don't want to admit to the camera crew that we got lost. We need to figure this out ourselves."

You nodded, understanding the pressure that came with being in the public eye. "Alright then, let's try to find our way back."

As you drove deeper into the countryside, the road became bumpier and the scenery more rustic. You couldn't help but feel a sense of adventure, even though you were lost.

"You know," Alex said, breaking the silence, "this isn't so bad. It's nice to get away from the track for a while."

You smiled, "I know what you mean. It's good to have a change of pace."

As you drove on, the conversation flowed freely between you and Alex. You talked about everything from racing to your personal lives, and the more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common.

After a while, you finally stumbled upon a small town, and Alex pulled over to ask for directions. The locals were friendly and helpful, and you soon found your way back to the main road.

As you continued your road trip, you felt a newfound bond with Alex, and you knew that this experience would bring you closer together both on and off the track.

When you and Alex finally made it back to the Williams factory, the PR team was waiting for you. They seemed a bit concerned that you had taken longer than expected, but you explained that you had gotten lost along the way.

Despite the slight setback, the PR team was thrilled with the footage that you and Alex had captured. They praised your chemistry on camera and the way you had both handled the unexpected turn of events.

As you and Alex made your way back to the team's garage, you felt a sense of camaraderie that you hadn't experienced before. You knew that you could count on each other not just on the track, but in life as well.

Over the next few weeks, you and Alex continued to bond over your shared experience. You went out to dinner together, explored the city, and even went on a few more road trips (although you made sure to bring a GPS this time).

As the season progressed, you and Alex became one of the strongest driver pairings in the paddock. You worked together seamlessly on the track, sharing information and pushing each other to be better. Off the track, you continued to grow closer, forming a strong friendship that would last for years to come.

Looking back on that road trip, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected detour that had brought you and Alex together. Sometimes, it's the unexpected moments that bring people together, and you were glad that you had experienced that firsthand.

#f1 imagine #f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 fic #male reader #x male reader #f1 #alex albon #alex albon x reader #alex albon x male reader #alex albon x you

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things-about-cars-in-posts · 4 months

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[Context: this comment in the Volvo post]

here's the deets on the volvo. i had one of these but it was stock. it was also AWESOME.

Fuck, now I want THREE of these.

I don't see mention of an AWD conversion in the article tho, has he done it after thi- what is it? Oh, why I would want three. Yeah that's a fair question. So, well, I want one like that, obviously, and as for the remaining two, well: For one, I've had this project I nicknamed "Rice 'n' Shine". (Rice as in the automotive term for tacky, low-tier garb stapled onto a car to emulate cooler cars, which people claim to stem from the acronym "Race Inspired Cosmetic Enhancements" because saying the term originated from this style being applied to Japanese cars sounds kinda racist dunnit.) A way to celebrate and showcase the creativity that can be found in the car world, to create a spectacle that lights up people's day and, hopefully, sparks someone's imagination. Basically, the core idea is going through the car's every component and go "what is the wildest, most absurd, most miles-out-of-left-field shit I have ever seen done with this component... and how can I outdo it?"

For example, the exhaust. Remember that crazy Subaru Vivio Bistro I posted at the end of the transfem cars post? (How's that for a sentence most people will not say, eh) Well, I've seen crazier. Because the bosozoku style keeps on giving, there would be too many pictures of crazy exhausts to show, but worthy for the longest time the title of most outlandish exhaust to ever grace my eyes has been held by this picture.

Thus, here is a sketch from my ’17/’18 school diary of how I would do the exhaust on this Volvo.

Of note are the transparent shapes on the lower half, which would be the bodykit. See, of course, the Volvo should have a bodykit, right, and of course it should be quite the outlandish thing. Yet again, bosozoku to the rescue.

(And I've seen people more ignorant of bosozoku culture call bundle builds like these with "rice", but at this point the word kind of starts to lose its meaning. I mean, defining this years-long effort with the same word as the people who put whistles in their exhaust to pretend they have a turbo (real thing btw)? And also, it very much stretches "race inspired". I mean, fuck kinda racecars do you think the Japanese had?

Hm. Fair enough.) But the idea there was, instead of having the exhaust stick out of the bodykit, to have it within the bodykit's width, and when it gets to the edge of the exhausts it just... stops, to only keep going when there's no exhaust again, creating all those shapes that stick out the fenders like horizontal scale skyscrapers. However, given the idea is to make it out of acrylic so its entire profile can look like these little side skirt accents...

...it could just be inside the bodykit, as it would still be visible. However, I noticed literally as I was writing that I can't both have the exhaust not stick out from the bodykit and have it go over a rear wheel that sticks out as far as the bodykit does. So how's this for an idea: what if that one wheel just doesn't? What if that one wheel just stays narrow? After all, it's not like the Renault R4 didn't just fucking have one rear wheel further forward than the other.

Because of course it's the French. And you know what? They're right! Why the fuck not? Nothing can be forbidden when you recognize no God. Trade nudes with your professor. Oh, and also, those little circles in the corner window are outward facing speakers, so you can do the whole "car plays music so loud I hear it very clearly from a distance away" without getting hearing damage. So those were three ideas out of the several dozens I have. I should probably make an MMMM-style list once I'm done with that.

Either way, the second idea is more performance-oriented, but do not take this to mean it's any bit more serious. See, as shown by this picture from the article, Volvo engine bays have tons of foolishly empty space that could be filled with more cylinders.

I'm far from the first one to wise up to this, so much that you have multiple people who make mounts and bits for those ditching the stock engine in favor of an LS V8. But I don't want the 5.3L LS. I want a 4.0L V8 (like Toyota's 1UZ) to stick two turbos to and bring it to 600hp. Why specify specifications so specific, you may ask. Well, because 4.0L, eight cylinders split into two cylinder banks, two turbos and 600hp is exactly half the specs of the Bugatti Veyron Super Sport. So if I just put another identical engine in the trunk to power the rear wheels... Basically, this.

Oh, actually, here is the best meme of this sort I've ever seen:

It's not just the quality of the picture, it's that this is Caterham camera car (Caterha car?) is real...

...and that this is not a meme, that is actually the car that filmed the Chiron video. Well, the 'lower speed' parts. The other one was another Bugatti. OBVIOUSLY.

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#submission #volvo 940 turbo #station wagon #oh how thoughtful she already wrote the tags for me!#bosozoku #nissan 240sx s13 #nissan silvia s12 #renault r4 #bugatti veyron #bugatti chiron #caterham seven #i guess i can't really complain that she didn't add these ones too can i #the great catchup

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