#hot magnum thunder

[therewasatale]

butterfly

On Ao3.

Summary:  "The rain almost caught you too?" The priest admired the fragile thing. He could have crushed it with one hand, without any difficulties. He took off his glove from his right hand and held out his fingers in front of the butterfly. The creature stepped on the priest's hand after a few probing steps.

A drop of sweat ran down his temple, then as he felt the cold breeze, his whole body gently trembled. The atmosphere of the room soaked in the rain. The wind stirred up the stuffy air and finally let the priest breath freely.

A storm was waited to strike outside.

As he let out a deep sigh, the first raindrops began knocking on the windows. It didn't take long before their numerous companions joined them. Moments later, tiny streams started to flow together. It was one of those thunderstorms that provided some breather during the hot and dry summer days. Lightning zigzagged beyond the window, the thunder echoed a couple of seconds later over the woods and the cottage. The real storm was still on its way.

Father Anderson closed the window so that the trickling rain couldn't find its way inside. Only then he noticed the tiny movement in his hair. He froze, his thoughts started to run on their own, as he tried to figure out if he was in danger.

The house, and the forest around it, had been cleared. All vampires and other beasts should be long dead by now.

Something moved again, then brownish wings fluttered in front of his eyes and flew down settling on the window handle. A tired and slightly moist butterfly clung to it, slowly opening and closing its wings. They were mostly deep brown except for the reddish and white spots at the end of them.

"The rain almost catch you too?" The priest admired the fragile thing. He could have crushed it with one hand, without any difficulties.

He took off his glove from his right hand and held out his fingers in front of the butterfly. The creature stepped on the man's hand after a few probing steps with its legs.

"Some of your distant relatives also show up at the orphanage time to time." He walked cautiously towards the living room of the house, not even knowing why he was talking to his newfound companion. "They especially love our privet bushes. The children are always delighted."

He wanted to go home. He hadn't been home in a month now. He had a duty in France first, then he had to accompany Maxwell on annoying and boring journeys. Although he guessed the boy wanted to spend some time with him like, but he could have just visited the orphanage instead of dragging him around. They had to travel from bishopric to bishopric in uncomfortable cars and stay equally uncomfortable accommodations. Though they were mainly just uncomfortable for Anderson. Then another hunt came up, here in Spain.

Well, at least he wasn't alone.

Entering the living room, he glanced at the vampire sitting with his back to him. Alucard had been completely silent for the past one hour, which was not only unusual, but could have been a cause for concern. To someone, of course, who would have cared about such things about him.

Anderson shook his head. At least he had some peace.

Even though the silence felt strange, it wasn't uncomfortable.

The butterfly fluttered away and settled down in Alucard's hair after a few slow wings flaps.

Anderson waited, but nothing happened. The insect wasn't swallowed by the vampire's hair, it wasn't shot with the magnum, and the hellhound didn’t show itself to devour the creature.

The vampire seemed almost peaceful.

He slowly walked around the couch. He stopped not far from Alucard, and just watched him in silence.

The vampire sat cross-legged, his elbow on the arm of the couch, his head resting on his hand. His breathing was steady and relaxed. His hair slowly waved, with the same rhythm as he inhaled and exhaled. His eyelids closed, fluttering sometimes from time to time.

The vampire has fallen asleep.

While Anderson was still there.

The priest tried to ignore the pounding in his chest, and the slowly spreading blush on his cheeks. "Damned idiot." He sat down not too far from him listening to the rain and the vampire's soft breathing.

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[garzano]

January-May: Film and Shows watched

January: -Some Like It Hot (Wilder, 1959) -Do The Right Thing (Lee, 1989) -Fish Tank (Arnold, 2009) -I, Daniel Blake (Loach, 2016) -We Need To Talk About Kevin (Ramsay, 2011) -Marathon Man (Shlesinger, 1976) -Jaws (Speilberg, 1975) -The Graduate (Nichols, 1968) -Black Panther (Coogler, 2018) -Dirty Harry (Siegel, 1972) -Magnum Force (Post, 1974) -The Enforcer (Fargo, 1976) -The Last Of Us (HBO, 2023) February: -Whiplash (Chazelle, 2014) -The Last Of Us (HBO, 2023) -Jaws 2 (Szwarc, 1978) -Madagascar 1 (McGrath & Darnell, 2005) -Madagascar 2 (McGrath & Darnell, 2008) -Madagascar 3 (McGrath, Darnell & Vernon, 2012) -Trainspotting -Taxi Driver -Marathon Man -A fistful of Dollars -Sudden Impact -Curfew (s) -Pitch Black Heist (s) -Gunfighter (s) -High Maintenance (s) -Django Unchained March: -The Last of Us -Blue Thunder -Jaws -Fargo -Fargo (s1) -Wasp (s) -Utopia (s1) -Midnight Cowboy April: -La Cabina (s) -Pitch Black Hesit (s) -All the Presidents Men -La Ricotta (s) -Curfew (s) -Elephant (s) -Expiration Date (s) -Rolling Thunder -Sorcerer -Pearl -Renfield May: -Night of The Living Dead -Curse of The Living Tomb -Marathon Man -Hot Fuzz -World's End -Shaun of The Dead -Inside no. 9 (s8) -The League of Gentlemen (s1,2,3+ specials) -The Producers -Blazing Saddles

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[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Can I have Rodimus getting spitroasted by Magnus and Thunderclash? ;))

...plus a little more ;)

Additional content: cum swallowing, multiple orgasms, (slight) belly bulge, walked in on, thigh job, hand job, blow job

....ye

Before he knows what exactly is happening, Thunderclash is pushed against Rodimus’ desk with a surprising amount of strength from the speedster that has his helm spinning. He looks down to meet optics burning into him that pin him to the spot and make his spark burn in his chest that heightens as Rodimus’ hands drag down his sides, digging into him. Those hands are claiming him, his thoughts provide oh so helpfully and he dismisses the thought as quickly as it appears.

“I want to suck your spike,” Rodimus declares over Thunderclash’s chest, his hot vents tickling Thunderclash’s plating.

Thunderclash swallows thickly and he knows he’s panting already but he can’t get himself to stop as he nods.

“I-I’d like that,” Thunderclash feels the whirl of his spark in his intake and grips tightly onto the desk as Rodimus slides down over his frame until his mouth is hovering over Thunderclash’s spike cover, “I’d like that very much.”

Rodimus smirks up at him, his gaze dimming with hunger and he closes his optics as he places a searing kiss on Thunderclash’s plating and licks over the seam, the plating snapping open for him. He chuckles and Thunderclash feels heat rising to his face, embarrassed at how much Rodimus is effecting him, at how easily Rodimus could get to him. Then, his captain is running his glossa over the tip of his still depressurized spike and he forgets any shame and moans low in his chest. Rodimus takes the tip of his half-pressurized spike into his mouth and sucks hard while running his glossa underneath it, igniting the nodes there. Thunderclash leans heavily against the desk, dizzy with the feeling of heat burning into his very core, making it feel like his processor is melting. He can’t think about anything except  Rodimus’ mouth around his spike and chokes out a half cry as his spike suddenly pressurizes fully into Rodimus’ intake. He’s about to apologize but the words die on his glossa as Rodimus moans around his spike and as he sucks on it hard.

The door to the office opens suddenly and a datapad falls to the ground with a loud clatter and Thunderclash meets Ultra Magnus’ stunned expression and immediately wants to die as something aking to shame burns in his chest. Unbothered, Rodimus frees Thunderclash’s spike from his mouth with a pop then takes it one hand to stroke it lazily as he places an open-mouthed kiss at the base of it. Momentarily, Thunderclash is distracted by the yellow hand squeezing his spike just below the tip, clashing with the stripes of teal and the soft lip brushing his spike. Rodimus runs his glossa along the base of Thunderclash’s spike as he looks up at him, his blue optics freezing Thunderclash to the spot, unwilling and near unable to move. As he almost casually jerks Thunderclash off, Rodimus presses his cheek against Thunderclash’s pelvic plating as he looks to Ultra Magnus who now has a noticeable blush on his faceplates.

“Close and lock the door,” Rodimus orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Ultra Magnus obeys then his senses seem to come back to him somewhat as he asks, “What?”

Rodimus looks back up to Thunderclash, looking for something while calling back over to Ultra Magnus, “Join us.”

Thunderclash shrugs then nods and Rodimus gives him a brilliant smile, clearly delighted as he looks back over to Ultra Magnus who hesitates at the other side of the room. Ultra Magnus tears his optics from Rodimus to Thunderclash who beckons him over with one hand. Outbid by even himself, Ultra Magnus walks over and kneels behind Rodimus, running his hand over Rodimus’ hip then lower to his valve getting him to gasp against Thunderclash. Rodimus takes Thunderclash back into his mouth, taking his spike in one go, his intake tightening on Thunderclash’s spike as he swallows experimentally getting him to completely forget his embarrassment.

“You’re so wet,” Ultra Magnus grumbles low and Thunderclash can hear the soft, wet sounds of Ultra Magnus’ thick fingers thrusting in and out of Rodimus’ valve and moans.

Then, Ultra Magnus hooks an arm under Rodimus and stands up, his other hand hooking one of Rodimus’ legs up. Reacting quickly, Thunderclash wraps an arm under Rodimus to help support him. Now fully off the ground, Rodimus stills around Thunderclash’s spike and moans deeply as Ultra Magnus pushes slowly into his valve and lifts up both of his legs. Rodimus digs his fingers into the seams at Thunderclash’s hips, getting Thunderclash to thrust sharply into his throat and hums with approval. Getting the hint, Thunderclash thrusts slow and deep into Rodimus’ intake, Rodimus’ wet glossa running over the nodes along the bottom of his spike. Ultra Magnus thrusts into Rodimus’ valve steadily and hard enough he occasionally pushes Rodimus further onto Thunderclash’s spike. Rodimus makes quiet noises, whimpering and moaning around Thunderclash’s spike as they thrust into him, oral fluid running somewhat from his mouth. His lips tighten around Thunderclash’s spike as he sucks idly while Thunderclash practically uses him like a frag toy and Ultra Magnus’ spike stretches his valve. 

One sharp thrust from Ultra Magnus has Rodimus taking Thunderclash’s spike into his intake roughly and Thunderclash feels himself shake, knowing he’s close to overload. Carefully, he pulls his spike from Rodimus’ mouth with a low grunt and shivers when Rodimus presses his lips to the tip lick over the slit, his hot vents brushing over Thunderclash’s spike.

“I’m close,” Thunderclash pants as Rodimus’ frame bounces in his arm with every thrust from Ultra Magnus.

“Then why did you stop,” Rodimus replies breathlessly sounding frustrated.

“I…” Thunderclash trails off then he clears his intake to ask, “Face or intake?”

“Intake,” Rodimus gasps and moans as Ultra Magnus thrusts roughly into him.

Thunderclash pushes his spike past Rodimus’s lips, his spike suddenly deep in Rodimus’ intake as Ultra Magnus’s thrust pushes him forward onto Thunderclash’s spike, shocking both of them. Rodimus sighs and swallows around Thunderclash’s spike making him moan. Thunderclash thrusts into the tight, wet heat of Rodimus’ intake with sharp thrusts until charge is peaking off his frame and he stiffens as his spike twitches in Rodimus’ mouth, spilling transfluid into Rodimus’ intake that Rodimus swallows down as best as he can eagerly. Venting heavily, Thunderclash pulls out of Rodimus’ mouth, a strand of transfluid follows his spike and stains Rodimus’ lips. He moves to lift Rodimus as he moves closer to Ultra Magnus who shifts his grip on Rodimus so Rodimus is all but pressed between them. Looking down, he can see Rodimus’ valve lips spread wide, stretched as far as they can go by Ultra Magnus’ spike and watches almost entranced by the way his plating bulges slightly every time Ultra Magnus thrusts into him. Rodimus’ hands dig into Thunderclash’s shoulders bringing his attention back to him and he leans in to kiss away the transfluid at the corner of Rodimus’ lips.

Thunderclash puts a hand against Rodimus’ abdominal plating, feeling the press of Ultra Magnus’ spike as it pushes into Rodimus then trails lower to take Rodimus’ spike in his hand. He kisses Rodimus, pushing his glossa between Rodimus’ lips and tasting himself on Rodimus’ glossa while stroking Rodimus’ spike in time with Magnus’ thrusts. Rodimus pants and moans into his mouth, wrapping his arms around Thunderclash’s neck. Then, transfluid spills over Thunderclash’s hand as Rodimus screams into his mouth in overload and Thunderclash can feel his frame still with Ultra Magnus who overloads deep in Rodimus’ valve. Thunderclash breaks the kiss and Rodimus’ helm falls to his shoulder while Thunderclash pulls away enough to see transfluid push past Ultra Magnus’ spike from Rodimus’ valve to drip onto the floor. He swallows down a moan as Magnus pulls out of Rodimus and transfluid gushes from Rodimus’ valve who shivers in his arms at the feeling.

Pushing Rodimus against Magnus, Thunderclash runs his fingers through Rodimus’ folds and over his node. Rodimus pulls him back into a kiss as his hips thrust involuntarily into Thunderclash’s touch, demanding more. Thunderclash presses his spike against Rodimus’ entrance and pushes in slowly, savoring the feelings of Rodimus’ soaked valve around his spike. He loses all sense of control, and thrusts fast and hard into Rodimus making him whimper as he takes him against Magnus. Magnus’ spike, hot and firm presses against them and thrusts between Thunderclash’s thighs in time with his thrusts into Rodimus. Rodimus breaks the kiss so he can vent as he cries out loudly, feeling like he could break as he writhes in Magnus’ grip with Thunderclash thrusting into him like this, pressing against his ceiling node hard with every thrust. His optics white-out and his valve clenches down on Thunderclash’s spike, getting him to overlord with a yell, screaming Rodimus’ name. Ultra Magnus grunts over them and Thunderclash can feel hot transfluid run down his thighs as Magnus’ spike pulses between them.

They cling to each other as they collapse to the floor, venting heavily as they come down from overload. Thunderclash presses kisses thoughtlessly all over Rodimus’ face and shoulders, getting him to giggle and sigh into the touch. Thunderclash pulls out of Rodimus and Magnus releases him, letting Rodimus fall limply into Thunderclash’s arms, his optics growing dull with exhaustion. Magnus rises shakily and opens the door to peek out and check the halls then gestures for Thunderclash to come. He nods and hefts Rodimus up as he stands, faltering for a moment as his legs give slightly beneath him then walks to follow Magnus, quickly moving through the halls to get Rodimus back to his quarters.

Once they’re all cleaned up, they lay Rodimus in his berth and are about to leave until Rodimus drags them both down to join him. Caught in a surprisingly strong grip, they both give in to their fate and fall into recharge with him.

#valveplug #rodimus #thunderclash #ultra magnus #rodiclash #rodimags #hot magnum thunder #idk #nubbs writes #queuebbs #Anonymous

[peachys-archived-posts]

Prologue (1.2k words)

Written by: Peachylovesdaisuke

Beta read by: Mechanical fingers and carissimipaixao

Zenigata stared at the paper between his fingers, a scowl on his face. Lupin had sent him another tip. Zenigata never understood why until recently. The challenge was what Lupin thrived for. So many years spent in Interpol chasing that lunatic with one thing keeping him up his ass, if anything, Lupin was the one to thank for tipping him off.

The door before him and his apprentice opened. A stout man stood before him, his dapper fitting and monocle making Zenigata cringe. Rich people who dressed rich weren't his favorite, flaunting their style like the perfectionists they were.

Zenigata slid the note into his coat pocket, extending his hand to the man as he spoke.

"Inspector Koichi Zenigata from Interpol, I'm here for a notice from Lupin III."

The stout man with a bright smile on his face took Zenigata's hand, shaking it firmly with excitement.

"Ah, Inspector, it's good to have you here. I'm the owner of the museum, Jean-Luc Martinez." The CEO beamed.

Zenigata expected the CEO to look much different than this. Before he could open his mouth to say anything Yata butted in.

"Sorry to tell you but we have no time for pleasantries. Where are the amulets?"

Straight to the point like he always was, Zenigata would have to work that with him. Yata's only goal was to capture Lupin, always so bitter, all work no play. Eventually he would have to see this game for what it was and just have fun with it while he can. Things change and people leave.

"Yes yes, my apologies." He turned to lead Zenigata and Yata further into the museum. Entering a hallway, they stop at a white oak door. "They're right in here." The CEO grasps the handle, pushing the door open to reveal a small storage room with a stand in the middle. A red cushion sits atop the stand, five amulets placed delicately on the red fabric, a glass casing sealing them in.

Zenigata stepped in with Yata directly behind him.

"You're not going to secure them elsewhere?" He spares a glance to Jean who closes the door behind him and steps up to Zenigata.

"Well, inspector, with our state of the art security system he-" Zenigata interrupts with frustration. "You're underestimating what Lupin can do, a glass case and 'state of the art' security system won't stop him," A sour glare rests upon Yata's face as he watches the CEO.

"Our lasers can detect anything and can only be turned off with a special key."

Reaching into his shirt, he pulls out a necklace with a key dangling from the chain. He grins.

"You fool! You know nothing!" Yata seethes, his eyes glare daggers into the CEO's head.

"Yata," Zenigata warns. Glaring back at Jean, Zenigata says, "Lupin is a master of disguise. He's smarter than you think, sir."

Jean's stubbornness wouldn't allow him to listen, most likely causing problems later on. "Sure, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Yata could only revel in the boiling urge to force Jean to listen, but with Zenigata's ears listening, he could say nothing.

"Right…"

His respect for the old man was plenty, but his liking for the man's kindness was below what he would prefer. A borderline pushover is how Yata would describe him.

As they talked away, Lupin listened in with a bright grin on his face.

Lupin chuckles, "Thanks pops"

Clicking off the radio, he stood and straighted his red jacket.

Goemon looks up at Lupin. "It seems the key is on the CEO's necklace. How are we going to retrieve it?"

Jigen glanced at the two, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes as he brought a cigarette to his lips. Lupin already had a plan in mind, it wasn't hard to tell.

Turning to Goemon, Lupin struck a match, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

"Simple!" He chirped.

Not telling anyone seemed to be one of Lupin's special traits. That made him mysterious in a way, and as much as his partners hated it, others fawned over it. Unamused, Jigen leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees, lifting his fedora with a singular knuckle.

"And?" Jigen urges.

6:57 PM. Yata's feet began to ache. Staying still didn't help, swaying back and forth did no good either.

"Are you sure he's going to show?" Jean asks.

The inspector turned to Jean. "Of course he is." Zenigata closed his eyes and reopened them to look back at the amulets. "He always does."

His reflection in the glass case stared back at him with determination. Flashing that determination to Yata, the old man gave his partner a nod.

The CEO lifts his arm to look at his watch. "It's 7 O'clock, the amulets are still there."

All eyes were now on the glass case. Tense, the guards squeezed their guns. Yata clenched his fists, sweat beginning to build on his head.

The thickness in the air was sucked out like an air vacuum when the door was thrown open and a guard stumbled into the room.

"There's been a break! The first showroom!" He cried.

Zenigata and Yata lock eyes, both can feel the unease as they take off with the guards and CEO close behind.

"Go!

Sweat beading off his head, the guard chuckles, pulling off his mask . "Goemon."

Goemon stepped into the room with his hand resting at the handle of his blade. Lupin stepped back as the samurai pulled his sword and made a clean cut in the glass.

"There."

Lupin greedily reached in, the cool jewels soft against his fingers as he slid them into a bag. He turns to Goemon.

"Perfect. Let's get Jigen and get out of here."

Goemon nodded to Lupin and began their chase out of the museum. Startled, Goemon slid to stop before Yata. Lupin stopped behind him, peering over Goemon's shoulder.

"There you are!" Yata cheered.

Lupin smiled, "Pops!” Lupin glanced around the young man that stood in their way, and the smile on his lips faded. “Oh it's just Yata." He said dully, sparing a quick and nearly bored look at the man. Lupin sighed and dropped his shoulders. "Run!"

Without batting an eye they turn face and run the opposite way, Yata hot on their trail. Running through the open showroom, Lupin crosses paths with Jigen. Looking up to see Lupin running past, he rips his mask from his face and pulls his Magnum from his belt. He smiles. "Sorry, old man." Knocking Zenigata away, Jigen barely manages to get away before Zenigata starts chasing after him.

"Get back here!" Zenigata yells as he chases after the gunman, hot in pursuit. Jigen fires at Yata who avoids the bullet but trips and topples pops to the ground. Jigen's feet thunder past as he smiles one last time.

Throwing open a window and jumping out, Lupin and Goemon race to the car. "Jigen, hurry!" Lupin yells as he starts the car.

"Coming!" Jigen shouts back.

Lupin can see the guards right behind Jigen as he jumps through the window. Lupin opens the glove compartment and pulls the lever.

"Sorry, pops!" Lupin yells to Zenigata as Goemon extends a hand to Jigen from the sun roof, grasping his hand tightly. The car takes off in a blur, Jigen just barely hanging on before wiggling his way into the car.

"Damnit, Lupin! I'll get you!"

#lupin the third #lupin the 3rd #inspector koichi zenigata #inspector zenigata #zenigata keibu #koichi zenigata #lupin #lupin iii #jigen daisuke #goemon ishikawa xiii #slipped away

[dustedandsocial]

Top Several Hundred Records of 2020

My Top 11: 1. Slum Of Legs - Slum Of Legs (Harbinger Sound / Spurge) 2. Oily Boys - Cro Memory Grin (Cool Death) 3. Model Home - SE (Future Times) 4. Valentina Magaletti & Marlene Ribeiro - due matte (Commando Vanessa / Horn of Plenty <O) 5. Kris & Tavi - Kris & Tavi (Misophonia) 6. Still House Plants - Fast Edit (Bison) 7. None - Khneï Khneï Thnacapata Thnacapata (Unknown Precept) 8. Rychlicki / Kostkiewicz - Zapis (Absolute Fiction / Maternal Voice) 9. Rosso Polare - Lettere Animali (Klammklang) 10. Patois Counselors - The Optimal Seat (ever/never) 11. Impatiens - Scene At The River (Altered States) Favorite 20 That Weren't My Top 11: 12. Irma Vep - Embarrassed Landscape (Gringo) 13. FRKSE - Desecration Anxiety II (Iron Lung) 14. Merula - Sleep (Men Scryfa) 15. Al Karpenter - If We Can't Dream, They Can't Sleep!! (ever/never) 16. BbyMutha - Muthaland (the muthaboard) 17. Pose Dia - Front View (Bureau B) 18. SIR E.U - Midnight Train To Velvet (Self-Released) 19. Nightshift - Nightshift (Cusp) 20. Massicot - Kratt (Harbinger Sound / Spurge / Bongo Joe / Red Wig) 21. Alessandra Novaga - I Should Have Been a Gardener (Die Schachtel) 22. Zeroh - BLQLYTE (Leaving) 23. Swallow - Body Horror (ANA) 24. Pink Siifu & Fly Anakin - FlySiifu's (Lex) 25. Balans - Sam pravm (Kapa) 26. Bruch - The Fool (Trost / Cut Surface) 27. P22 - Human Snake (Post Present Medium) 28. ovrkast. - Try Again (do more.) 29. Chapelier Fou - Méridiens (Ici d'ailleurs) 30. Schisms - Speech Copy Rap Master (Fort Evil Fruit) 31. Új Bála - How the Cookie Crumbles (Czaszka Records)

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(Incompetence) Директор Всего (The CEO of Everything) - Самый занятой гражданин (Doing Great Music) Christos Chondropoulos - On Nature (12th Isle) Uptown XO - Culture Over Corporate  (1 Force United) Lichen Gumbo - Altered Village (Ikuisuus ‎/ Jumatsuga ‎/ Lal Lal Lal) The Worms - Back To The Bog (Hidden Bay) Kneeling In Piss - Music for Peasants EP (Anyway) Taste - Rope In The Closet ( If Society / Half Bear Half Cat / Roge Records) Flogging A Dead One Horse Town - Old Scum EP (MUZAI) BIG $ILKY (Psalm One & Angel Davanport) - BIG $ILKY Vol. 2 (Self-Released) Dame Area - La Soluzione É Una (Màgia Roja / B.F.E Records) Enir Da - Silence (Too Soon Tapes) Obnox - Savage Raygun (ever/never) Mike Cooper - Playing With Water (Room40) Nape Neck - Nape Neck (Self-Released) S.U.V. - Neoliberal Folk Songs II (Otomatik Muziek) Patrick Shiroishi - Descension (Thin Wrist Recordings) Pink Siifu - NEGRO (Self-Released) En Attendant Ana - Juillet (Trouble In Mind) Sergei Demin - Not Music Of The Day (Klammklang) Brandy - The Gift Of Repetition (Total Punk) Nyx Nótt - Aux Pieds De La Nuit (Melodic) Bearer - Precincts (ANA) Norms - Háború és fű (Mindig Otthon Punk Discs) Vertical Slump - Oubliette (Blank Editions) Lau Nau - Själö (With Sound Environments by Janne Laine) (Fonal) Model Home - One Year (Disciples) WOW - Falene (Maple Death) Santa Sprees - Sum Total of Insolent Blank (Leapantique) Edd Sanders - Sun Bleached & Hollow (Cadmus) Charlemagne Palestine - Ffroggssichorddd (Staalplaat) Loopsel - Loopsel EP (Mammas Mysteriska Julebox) Kuupuu - Plz Tell Me (KRAAK) (I forget whether I put the oriinal version of this on my year-end list last year. Here it is again though) QQ - Vanguard Youth (Skrot Up) DJ Speedsick - (All Releases) Armand Hammer - Shrines (Backwoodz Studioz) Lewsberg - In This House (12XU) Ubiquitous Meh! - Fecund With Love (Buried Treasure / Damnsonic) Schulverweis - Suppe (Neoprimitive) La Chasse - Meretrix ∕ Doloris (Donnez-moi du feu) No - Vol. 1 (Faustian Haus) David Nance - Staunch Honey (Trouble In Mind) Hun Bed - Brood I (Het Generiek) Młody Kotek & Niemy Dotyk - New Age Speedball (Enjoy Life) Aurat - Zeher (Etang Brulant) Addict Ameba - Panamor (Black Sweat) Sunset Flips - Between Two Sheds (Altered States) Small Bills (E L U C I D & The Lasso) - Don't Play It Straight (Mello Music Group) Nail Club - Collected Methods (Hot Releases) Maximum Ernst - Time Delay Safe (ever/never) Tim Hicks X The Dirty Church - Bullets (Humble Monarch) Lord Jah-Monte Ogbon - GOD Body & Soul Side B (Self-Released) Red Bennies - Futurist, Nihilist Post-Rock, Cyberpunk, Anti-Humanist Music (Chthonic) Tsap - Flickering Lyghte In Campsite (Altered States) Latex Cop - Privacy Policy (Cadmus Tape) Ka - Descendants of Cain (Iron Works) Violent Quand On Aime - The Movie Star (Simple Music Experience) Flaner Klespoza - Przygody i tajemnice (Nagrania Somnambuliczne) Budokan Boys - So Broken Up About You Dying (ever/never) Datblygu - Cwm Gwagle (Ankstmusik) Pays P. - Pays P. (Gravity Music) Somaticae - Amesys (In Paradisum) Kipp Stone - Homme (Self-Released) Sada Baby - Bartier Bounty 2 Tribalism3 - April on Mars (Collectif Coax) Men With Secrets - Psycho Romance and Other Spooky Ballads (The Bunker) Brainbeau - Infinite Ways (Good Samaritron) Landowner - Consultant (Born Yesterday) Jay & Yuta - Condemned Compilations (Research) Machine Woman - Dj Dolfin Snare 808 Machine (Take Away Jazz) Slowburn - Folketro (momeatdadrecords) Twinkle³ - Minor Planets (Marionette) Unglee Izi - notice & initiation au monde alterné T.1 (Lost Dogs Entertainment) Sick Urge - Structures of Domination (Puukotus-Levyt) German Army - Pulling at Principles (Flophouse) NAPPYNAPPA - IFEELJUSTLYKTHEIRART (Bad Taste) Social Stomach + Body Shame - Split (Bento) Pacific Yew - Squeeze Demo (Hot Record Societe) Isabella - Magnetica (Ehse) Trrma´ & Charlemagne Palestine - Sssseegmmeentss Frrooom Baaari (Jazz Engine) Astute Palate - Astute Palate (Petty Bunco / Eternal Soundcheck) Axel Larsen - Les Éléments Du Crime (Macadam Mambo) Post Spiderhole Ensemble - False Alarms and Excess Baggage (Kitchen Leg) Cash Kidd - No Socks Senyawa & Stephen O'Malley - Bima Sakti (iDEAL Recordings) Henny L.O. - Sages (Mutant Academy) True Sons Of Thunder - It Was Then That (Total Punk) Tim Gick - Não Há Laranja ∕ Scrying Glass Eye (Working Man Lay Down) Junk Magic - Compass Confusion (Pyroclastic Records) Person of Interest - All Tomorrows Parties (Exotic Dance) Pumice - Table (Soft Abuse) Max Nordile - Building A Better Void (Gilgongo) Mrs. Dink + Magnum Opus - Mrs. Dink / / Magnum Opus  (Soil) Swamp Harbour (Stinkin Slumrok, Bisk, & Sam Zircon) - Swamp Harbour (Blah) Camden Malik - Understand Me (10k) Heckadecimal - Critters (Kajunga) Geld - Beyond The Floor (Iron Lung) Drakeo the Ruler & JoogSzn - Thank You For Using GTL Senketsu No Night Club - 沈丁花 (Signora Ward) Jef Mertens - NO AMP (291) Tomaga ‎– Extended Play 2 (Self-Released) [R.I.P. Tom Relleen] Boldy James & The Alchemist - The Price Of Tea In China Shoreline Mafia - Mafia Bidness pisse - LP (Phantom / Harbinger Sound) Reymour ‎– Sarabande A Deux (CAF?) Goldblum - Goldblum (Het Generiek) Phil Struck - Schleswig-Holstein Aufnahmen (Séance Centre) Maths Balance Volumes - A Year Closer (Penultimate Press) Body Double - Milk Fed (Zum Audio) Low Flung - Oil in the Mangroves (Bedroom Suck) Chris Crack - White People Love Algorithms (New Deal Collectives) Krypton 81 - Tranquility Base EP (Dalmata Daniel) Akai Solo - Ride Alone, Fly Together (Break All Records) Gad Whip - Fanimal Arms (Gad Whip Recordings) Tygapaw - Get Free (NAAFI) Pamela_ and her sons - Pink Room (Self-Released) Etceteral - Ama-Gi (Kapa Records) Ghostie - Self Hate Wraith (Self-Released) Young Nudy - Anyways DrxQuinnx & Chase Baby - God Gooch & Blue Jesus EP (Bit Tape) Museum Of No Art - Museum of No Art (Séance Centre) Terrible Signal - The Window (Heart of the Rat) Bambi OFS - Yakka (B.F.E Records / Subsist) Zarabatana - Cum Raio (tsss tapes) Soberin Exx - Normal Islands (Liquid Library) Sylvain Darrifourcq, Manuel Hermia, Valentin Ceccaldi - Kaiju Eats Cheeseburgers (Full Rhizome / Hector) Günter Schlienz + Jeans Beast - Split (Econore) Hasufel - Lamentations of the Foul High Priest (So Called Hell) Delphine Dora - L’Inattingible (Three:four / Meakusma) Suburban Cracked Collective - Swimming Amongst The Dregs (A Colourful Storm) Military Genius - Deep Web (Unheard Of Hope) Mesa Of The Lost Women - Les Tables Noires (Specific) Ferocious (Bill Direen, Mark Williams, & Johannes Contag) - Ferocious (Rattle) Domestiques - Vol. 1 (Glass Modern) gogoj a.k.a Sheng Jie - oviparity (Maybe Noise / WV Sorcerer Productions) Midnight Mines - Live From The Mystery Plane (Independent Woman) Muro - Pacificar (Beach Impediment) Satan - Toutes Ces Horreurs (Jungle Khôl / Throatruiner) Scarlatine - Mimosa (Le Syndicat Des Scorpions) Vanligt Folk - Allt E'nte (Kess Kill) VOLE - Dej Bůh Pěstí (Stoned To Death) Upsidedown Flames - Creeps At Shows EP (Fuck Yoga) Zurich Cloud Motors - Do More Than Deconstruct​-​o (Zazen Tapes)

Buncha other records

Sweeping Promises record wasn't that good though. But if you guys like it when people take singing seriously, you should check out some of this music called "R&B"

[gdwessel]

Wrestling Satsuma no Kuni Night 2 - 4/29/2021; Musings on Shows On This Date; Mox v. Nagata IWGP US Title Match on AEW Dynamite 5/12/2021

The second night of Wrestling Satsuma no Kuni took place today, and you can see it now on NJPWWorld. No title matches this time, however Kota Ibushi returned to action in his home prefecture of Kagoshima at this show.

- 4/29/2021, Kagoshima Nishihara Shokai Arena (NJPWWorld)

SANADA & BUSHI [Los Ingobernables] d. Yota Tsuji & Yuya Uemura (BUSHI > Uemura, Terrible, 8:28) 

El Desperado, Yoshinobu Kanemaru & Minoru Suzuki [SZKG] d. YOH [CHAOS], SHO [CHAOS] & Tiger Mask IV (Desperado > Tiger, Numero Dos, 9:14)

Taichi, Zack Sabre Jr. & DOUKI [SZKG] NC Tama Tonga, Tanga Loa & Jado [Bullet Club]

Toru Yano [CHAOS], Hiroyoshi Tenzan, Ryusuke Taguchi & Master Wato d. EVIL, Yujiro Takahashi, Taiji Ishimori & Dick Togo [Bullet Club] (Yano > Togo, Schoolboy, 10:12)

Shingo Takagi & Tetsuya Naito [Los Ingobernables] d. Will Ospreay & Great O-Khan [United Empire] (Takagi > O-Khan, Last Of The Dragon, 21:52)

Kota Ibushi & Hiroshi Tanahashi d. Jeff Cobb & Aaron Henare [United Empire] (Ibushi > Henare, Kamigoye, 17:04)

Ibushi gets a win on his return to the ring, and challenged Jeff Cobb post-main. Shingo KO’d Ospreay with a Last Of The Dragon post-match. I will confess, the feud between GOD and Dangerous Tekkers has been built extremely well. Much like the TenKoji v. United Empire feud at the start of the year, NJPW has been excelling with these down-card feuds moreso than the main event or title ones. BUSHI’s finisher I am assuming is a reference to CMLL (Nueva) Ingobernables member El Terrible, but don’t quote me on that.

It was brought to my attention that today (well, it’s almost TOMORROW in Japan as I write this) was the 26th Anniversary of Night 2 of the NJPW show at Pyongyang Stadium in Pyongyang, North Korea. The official name of it is the Pyongyang Sports And Peace Festival, but American fans will know it more as Collision in Korea, a show that had a few WCW matches on it as well. There is an episode of Vice’s Dark Side Of The Ring coming up about it, but that’s not why I’m talking about it. (There may be more material about this show coming from me soon, however. Stay tuned.)

I also discovered today is the 25th Anniversary of Battle Formation in Tokyo Dome, a pretty major show that had Shinya Hashimoto defeat UWFi’s Nobuhiko Takada for the IWGP Heavyweight title, The Great Sasuke take the IWGP Juniorheavyweight belt from Jushin Thunder Liger, “Macho Man” Randy Savage beating Hiroyoshi Tenzan whilst Masahiro Chono defeated Lex Luger, and a wildly bloody match between Great Muta v. Jinsei Shinzaki that I covered on an episode of Strong Style History during the pandemic.

My curiosity piqued, I took a look, and discovered NJPW have run 27 shows on April 29, the first being in 1974. Many of them were mere house shows, but then, we have two major ones happening consecutively. Three editions, including the first in 2015, of Wrestling Hinokuni have happened here, as well as Wrestling Toyonokuni from 2017. Wrestling Hinokuni was supposed to happen in 2016 on 4/29/2016, but that got cancelled due to that year’s earthquake in Kumamoto.

We all think of set dates in the NJPW milleu, like, obviously, January 4th, or how August 8 is usually supposed to take place in Yokohama (it didn’t last year), or how March 6 is the Anniversary date. For some reason I went down a bit of a rabbit hole about today. I wonder if I looked deep enough I can find other significant dates on the calendar that keep popping up in NJPW history. Maybe I will someday!

Just yesterday, mere hours before AEW Dynamite aired, I was kvetching that for all the “Forbidden Door” talk, not much has actually happened between NJPW and AEW thus far. Before the end of the episode, Tony Schiavone announced that the challenged match between Jon Moxley v. Yuji Nagata for the IWGP US title will actually take place on the 5/12/2021 episode of AEW Dynamite. The internet exploded.

Nagata was a somewhat regular fixture in the first hour or so of WCW Monday Nitro on TNT in 1997 and 1998, his last appearance on the network being a win over Perry Saturn on 7/20/1998 (his last WCW appearance a win over Frankie Lancaster on 9/13/1998 on WCW Worldwide). He even got fed to Goldberg in a WCW US title match on 5/5/1998 (on WCW Saturday Night), and had a win over a founding Toryumon member in Magnum TOKYO on the 6/22/1998 episode of Nitro.

In any event, Schiavone sounded excited to call a Nagata match again, and we’re all excited to see Mox v. Nagata. Yes we are. 

Other things:

Keiji Muto, who you may recall I wrote an article about this week, is still the Pro Wrestling NOAH GHC Heavyweight Champion, defeating Masa Kitamiya at NOAH The Glory in Nagoya today (Shining Wizard, 22:53). His next challenger will be on 6/6/2021, and it is none other than Naomichi Marufuji, currently Muto’s M’s Alliance stablemate. Hot damn.

I mentioned yesterday that MMA promotion RIZIN’s Tokyo Dome show on 6/13/2021 may be affected by the extension of the attendance cap for large events. What I did not realize at the time was that show was supposed to happen on 5/23/2021 at the Dome and was moved because of the emergency orders. MMA isn’t really my realm of expertise, but it does show how COVID-19 continues to affect wrestling, MMA, sports in general, and indeed, life in general.

We return to the Road to Wrestling Dontaku tour tomorrow, with a house show from Kumamoto that will not be streamed. I may or may not write about it tomorrow, might leave it til Saturday. In case I do that, NJPW Strong this week has a Young Lion Special, with three matches focusing on the Young Lions of the LA Dojo. Could be a fun one! That’s at 10pm EDT / 9pm CDT Friday on NJPWWorld.

- 4/30/2021, Kumamoto Grand Messe

Yota Tsuji v. Gabriel Kidd

YOH [CHAOS], SHO [CHAOS] & Ryusuke Taguchi v. El Desperado, Yoshinobu Kanemaru & Minoru Suzuki [SZKG]

Taichi, Zack Sabre Jr. & DOUKI [SZKG] v. Tama Tonga, Tanga Loa & Jado [Bullet Club]

Hiroshi Tanahashi, Toru Yano [CHAOS], Hiroyoshi Tenzan, Tiger Mask IV & Master Wato v. EVIL, Yujiro Takahashi, Taiji Ishimori, Gedo & Dick Togo [Bullet Club]

Shingo Takagi, Tetsuya Naito, SANADA & BUSHI [Los Ingobernables] v. Will Ospreay, Great O-Khan, Aaron Henare & Jeff Cobb [United Empire]

#NJPW #new japan pro wrestling #wrestling satsuma no kuni #njsatsuma #kota ibushi #Shingo Takagi #jon moxley #Yuji Nagata #AEW #all elite wrestling #IWGP US Championship #WCW Monday Nitro #keiji mutoh #rizin #COVID-19 #njpwworld

[ecoamerica]

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[oneawkwardcookie]

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[thejollywriter]

Red Line

(a liminal one-shot that makes no sense except it means the entire world to me. what do YOU see on a highway at 2 AM?)

It’s 2 AM, and I’ve got a head full of nitro. The highway under my wheels stretches to infinity. There’s no one else around, alive, on this road, but me. The exhaust is so loud that when I open my mouth I half expect the note of the 440 Magnum to have replaced my voice box.

It’s just me, a very fast car, and this highway, and if I don’t find out what the red line on this car feels like, Death is the only thing left to be known.

My chariot to the edge of the world is a Dodge Charger, its keel laid in 1970. What life it had before I found it, can’t be known. Its latest chapter began in an Orlando junkyard, where I found it.

A minivan had tipped onto it. I saw the front grille, what was left of it, from under the rear quarter panel of a partially parted Honda Odyssey.

The forklift removed the Odyssey, and revealed to me the only car I have ever loved.

Snobs tell you the Mustang is the most iconic car of all time. One Trans Am gave it a fair shake. Aston Martins have been part and parcel of movie fame for decades. But those cars don’t have names.

Chargers do.

Immortalized first in Bullitt, a Charger hunted Steve McQueen, the king of cool and a racer of renown.

There were two Mustangs, and one had to be rebuilt between the jumps. The Charger? Ran all day without a single replacement.

When you think of a Charger, you think of two things. Fast and Furious: Dominic Toretto always has one.

Or.

The General Lee, and a horn that whistles Dixie.

Mustangs have Bullitt, and Gone in Sixty Seconds. Only one car had a name; Eleanor.

My Charger had none of that.

This hulk possessed rust, from what was left of the badly chromed front bumper, to the tail lights and bumper stubs in the rear. It had one wheel, half a rolling axle, and dents in the roof.

But this was it. This was my car.

It’s not restored; this chariot ain’t about resale value, it’s about me and miles and what can be found, at speed, on the road, at two am.

So I rebuilt it. Sheet metal, tube-frame, roll cage. It’s light. Strong.

Its heart remains a 440 Magnum because there are some things that can’t be changed. Direct fuel injection updated the power. There’s more but the cheat sheet of specs is next to the candids in the center of this magazine.

It’s not part of the story.

This car answered the question: which came first, chicken or egg?

First, there was DriftWeek. Twelve days of madness, across eight tracks and at least 2,800 miles. Beginning in Austin, Texas, you drive across the southern United States in search of that perfect run.

Drifting along with other like-minded car nuts. One stipulation: you can’t trailer your car. It drives every one of those 2800 miles.

Some fellas came from even farther. Hundred, thousands of miles were put on tuned up missile cars long before a single wheel was turned on this official road trip.

I started in Orlando. My objective was to follow it, taste the tire smoke as a dozen guys threw down hot laps at tracks around the country, trying to link every corner, find a little more angle, hit it a little faster.

On this road, hunting oblivion with my right foot pinned, the others were ahead or behind me. I couldn’t tell, I didn’t want to ask.

Driving for me has always been a solitary experience. I’m loathe to share it because what I see on this road at 2 AM is not what others would see. That’s fine.

This drive is for me.

Some people find connection to higher powers in church. Others find empowerment in rejecting the concept of it. Some find it in service, in art.

I find it on an empty road.

Leaving Florida, two lane highway near the coast, there’s a storm rolling across the horizon, edge to edge of my windshield. There’s lightning and the clouds are roiling, and there’s raw, unfettered power in those clouds.

I can’t hear a single lick of thunder.

The world is so much bigger than my little place in it, and seeing that reminds me.

It’s a blessing. It’s serenity.

I downshift, take the corner, turn my eyes to the next horizon.

The Charger’s huge. In its factory life, it weighed the better part of 3,800 pounds. That Magnum V8 could clock near as much as a thousand pounds.

That’s what an Iron Block will give you.

I balanced the car by putting that engine back up front, moving it back as far into the firewall as I could, and by putting all the important plumbing in the rear, between the rear seat and the trunk. It helps, some. A twenty gallon fuel cell helps more.

Unless it’s raining or freezing, I drive with the windows down. The cabin is a violent mess of engine noise, heard from Boom Tube exhaust pumped under both sides of the car, and wind.

The noise echoes in my head when I sleep.

Street lights are sporadic. The only reminder in the world that I’m not alone on this road.

There’s no moon. If there was, I wouldn’t need to drive so fast, but the world is fake and truth is running and my only chance at catching it is a dead sprint across Arizona in the middle of the night in a car big enough to carry damn near all my hopes and dreams.

Old man Thompson is in my ear. I can hear him talking about the right kind of eyes, looking at me in the rear view mirror, and asking, “Am I just sick enough? Just sick enough to be totally, confident?”

I grab another gear and I ask.

What’s on the other end of that horizon? Is the road gonna dip out, am I gonna find construction and take it at a buck forty? No cage in the world gonna stop a bucket going through my windshield. And a roll at that speed? Who’s to say where they’re gonna find my body.

But that’s not the point. I ain’t looking for death.

Back in the daylight, years and hours ago, I’m on a straight away barely wide enough for two little Nissans. I take the whole lane. Full beans for the first corner, I see the black marks where everyone else initiates. I do it sooner.

Rock it left, chuck it right, as the front end of that expansive hood swings back around I pull the hand-brake and the pin the clutch, the rear wheels slip, and the car rotates. Push the gas, pick the revs, dump the clutch and the hand brake, and there’s traction, and others can hear the tire squeal but for me there’s only noise.

V8 exhaust pumped at top volume through short pipes out the side of the car, blowing that white smoke back hot and fast towards the tire wall.

Grip. Sideways, sliding, grip.

I wheel through the corner, Bo Duke couldna done it any better, and I keep my foot in it, that Magnum cries at the redline but I’ll be damned if I’m lifting.

But then I do. Rotation, it almost straightens, but as it starts to shape up and point normal, pin it again, keep the wheel spun the other way.

Tires protest. Charger, slides.

Link the corner.

Left foot brake, stay in the power, as I rotate into the next one, downshift, link again, the tires are getting hot now, the smoke pours through both windows.

There’s shouting and I’m silent. There is no man and machine, there’s just me, sideways, navigating through my passenger window.

This is drifting. The act of misbehaving in a vehicle at speed to great spectator effect.

Sit in the stands at Orlando Speed World on that banked corner. Two cars come past you near as a hundred, a thousand horsepower spinning wide, sticky tires so fast that they don’t have a chance to turn into glue on the pavement.

Chunks of rubber come off those tires, chafed dots of debris, hot enough to burn, slung into the crowd on every single pass.

The stands are always full. It’s baptism.

I see the straight, I back out of it, dump neutral and idle. It’s hot, boiling hot, and I give it a chance to breathe. Roll easy back to the pits, let it idle, square nose pointed into the wind. This is what we find in the sunlight. 

But now, there’s no track, there’s no other drifters, hunting for salvation on a backroad highway isn’t a spectator sport.

The dark road banks ahead of me. I can’t see it, or if I can it’s far enough away that it’s just intuition. But I’m fast, and I’m huge and I know that if I’m gonna take that bank I gotta back out of it now.

But I don’t want to. Life is in the right peddle, and if I keep in it then there’s immortality, too.

The tac tells me what my heart rate is. Too high. Too hot. Burn this bright and you don’t burn long but the fire is something to remember.

Longevity was never worth much but a record. Live for a millennia, cool, what did you see in those years?

What made that life worth living?

The white lines are flashbacks, each piece of that perfectly placed staccato a memory of significance, played back at 22 frames per second through the movie screen of my windshield.

Fill in the blanks. My movie stays in my head and what I write is what you keep. Take the drive yourself. Fill those blanks.

I lift. Take the corner. No Charger can outrun the sun.

(copyright Amelia Fisher. all rights reserved.)

#surrealist fiction #liminal spaces #original writing #dodge charger #mopar #the jolly writer speaks

[mileycyprus-hill]

How would would Charles react if he had s/o that was short, and would go full Edward Elirk on people on people who call her short?

OMG I forgot who Edward Elric was for a hot minute until I remembered...“Ed...ward.” Which we will never speak of that here, ever. (I assume that’s who you meant? FMA?)

And hmmm, I think Charles would be super turned on. But scared at first, hear me out.

We’ve all seen his temper when it came to the buffalo poachers we came across. But Charles seems like the kind of guy who would forget about his own temper and then be slightly frightened by a woman’s temper. He’s witnessed Miss Grimshaw’s anger towards the girls and general laziness throughout the camp. He had been used to that because that’s expected of the matriarch of the gang. But nothing like this.

When he sees a petite woman with such fire, it honestly scares him a bit. He’ll keep his distance for a while. Think of him like a bear. He’s big, tough, and has a thunderous roar.

When coming across a Grizzly in the wild, it’s recommended you fire a Magnum in the air to frighten it away. (Source: in-laws who live in Montana)

That’s Charles. Just scream louder and you’ll scare the shit out of him.

Only his s/o can startle him like that. Not Grimshaw. Not Dutch. No one except his s/o.

It’s that bond they share, it’s unexplainable. Like an alpha male of the pack, the female alpha truly rules over him. (Change my mind)

Charles doesn’t care for size, as long as they respect wildlife and love him for who he is.

But he does love a small person, because he can show off his strength and carry them around. But he’ll feel bad if they’re not comfortable with that—he can’t help himself sometimes. He’s just...so strong. He wants to be the protector, but will gladly protect alongside a valiant wife.

#thank you for asking! #i love writing about charles #ask away #rae rae talks #charles smith #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2

[emgemwritesthings]

Tag Game...

So I was tagged by @eg515 for these and have finally had time to do it! School is soooo busy. I only have 48-ish days till I finish school ahhhh. Thanks for tagging me 😊 

I don’t really know many people yet so I don’t really know who to tag soooo yeaaaaaah. Feel free to do it if you want to 😊 

sorry if you didn’t want to get tagged

@ohmyolicity , @sherlolly-siya , @21forestglades , @otp-armada

ancient or modern // bitter or sweet // chocolate or vanilla // coffee or tea (neither) // create or and destroy // day or night // early bird or night owl // freckles or dimples // gold or and silver // Greek mythology or AND Egyptian mythology // macarons or eclairs // hot or cold // thunder or lightning // typewritten or handwritten // secret garden or secret library // spicy or mild // dark magic or light magic // virtue or vice // ocean or desert // mermaids or sirens // known or unknown // rough or smooth // moon or and stars // rain or snow

ten favorite characters from ten different things (book, tv, film, etc.), then tag ten people.

1. Castiel - Supernatural (Only main character who deserves rights in this show I sweaaar) 

2. Bucky Barnes - Marrrrvel mooooviiiiies

3. Gordon Katsumoto - Magnum P.i (reboot, kind of obvious but oh well 😂)

4. Constantine - (Literally every time Matt Ryan plays hims 😍)

These 4 all tie for my number 1

5. Barry - Barry (great show just 👌)

6. Danny Williams - Hawaii 5-0 (reboot, Scott Caan is an absolute legend. Also love him in the Ocean’s movies 👌)

7. Skulduggery Pleasant - Skulduggery Pleasant (favourite book series 👌)

ok now it’s getting a bit hard (this is more like what I’m watching atm)

8. Donald Ressler - The Blacklist (he is literally the punching bag of the show I swear!)

9. Aram Mojtabai - The Blacklist (he is such a sweety 🥺/needs to be protected at all costs)

10. Viago - What We do in the Shadows (Taika, the legend himself 😊)

Rules: Answer 17 questions & tag 17 people

Nickname: wish I had one 😂 

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Height: 1,67m

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Last thing I googled: 4+5 (I was checking for maths homework since I’m dumb and got 11 🤦‍♀️)

Song stuck in my head: “Electric Love” by BØRNS. I literally dance to it in public with headphones in because I love it that much.

Followers: as of 2020-07-01: 11

Amount I sleep: 6 hours at the least and 9 hours at the most

Lucky numbers: 24

Dream job: To become a filmmaker and work on all the shows I love. (I plan on going to film school next year so you never know 🤷‍♀️)

Wearing: White shirt, black jeans, black timberlands and one of those denim jackets with the wool on the inside.

Favourite song(s): "Electric Love” by BØRNS. (atm anyway, will always love it tho)

Favourite instruments: bass guitar, voice, ukulele or guitar

Random fact about me: I am a skier and have placed in the top 5 at a National level. (I do all disciplines but my favourite is Moguls)

Favourite authors: Derek Landy & Rick Riordan

Favourite animal noises: That weird purring noise one of my dogs makes when I pat her. She is the devil herself but also such a cutie I can’t even!

Aesthetic: Walking around with my camera taking photos when it’s super quiet and peaceful, or laying on the ground and looking at the sky (preferably without getting all itchy and getting hay fever)

tag 8 people you’d like to get to know better!

Favourite colours: Blue

Last song I listened to: “Short Change Hero” by The Heavy

Favourite musicians: don’t have one really

Last film I watched: hmmmmmm, I’ve been watching a lot of tv shows lately so I’m not sure but I think Oceans 11

Last tv show I watched: ‘Legends of tomorrow’ and ‘The Blacklist’

Favourite original character: same as before 😂 

Sweet, spicy or savoury: sweet

Sparkling water, tea or coffee: just plain water thank you 😂 

Pets: 2 dogs

#tag game #sorry if you didnt want to be tagged

[willardswritindump]

Days turned to weeks, and most of the time all Odie would get from his battle buddy was quick, harsh glances and puffs of aggravation. The only time they shared conversation was in situations when they were required to. She was intent on following through with her words.

June 3rd, 2525

1800 hours

It was cold, wet and muddy. The Drill Sergeants saw the lovely weather and decided to take the recruits out for target practice. Up on a small ridge lay about a dozen or so Cadets, letting off short bursts from their ARs and BRs that mimicked the thunder in the background.

 Sarah pulled the spent magazine from her BR55, replaced it, and set her iron sights down the firing lane. She fired three consecutive bursts, and nine holes appeared in the targets torso region 100 meters out. The Academy has some skilled students and soldiers, sure, but Sarah seems to have more experience than the rest of the idiots here. She fired two more bursts. Three rounds hit the torso, two the head.

The only one remotely close to Sarah’s skill was Oliver. While she sent well placed bursts into each of her targets at 100 meters he was carefully placing every single shot out of his BR55 into the chest and head of the target at 200 meters. Each one being fast but not so fast as to allow the recoil from the last shot to throw him off. The groupings, one for the heart, one for each lung and one right between the eyes of the target weren’t any larger than an inch in diameter. Just like his oldest brother Christian taught him.

“Well well well, looks like you two fucking psychos were made for each other!”

Their platoon sergeant, Sergeant First Class Declan Wrtezky said as he kicked each of the cadets in the boot as they continued to fire.

“You two are some of the best shots we’ve seen in a long while, if only you two actually fucking spoke to each other you’d maybe make a decent fucking team!”

"Yes Sir, thank you Drill Sergeant, Sir!"

Sarah kept firing down range, watching her ammo counter tick down with every successful burst.

12.

9

6.

3.

Click.

An empty magazine plops into the mud, ready to be replaced by a clean, fresh one.

“Sir, AXIOS, sir!”

Odie said before continuing to plink away at the target.

6

5

4

3

2

“CEASE FIRE! CEASE FIRING ON THE FIRING LINE!” A loud voice called out over the range.

"Great. Some dumbass probably shot themselves"

Were Sarah's first initial thoughts, which quickly narrowed down to two dumbass tards. "Fuckin Hoffman, probably."

She put her gun to safe, and stood to attention

Without even thinking Oliver dropped the mag and ejected the round from the chamber and placed the weapon on safe before joining Sarah at attention.

“LOOK AT THIS SHIT!” The Sergeant in charge of line said as he walked up and down it holding up a BR with a split and still smoking barrel.

“I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS SHIT! FUCKIN AMATEUR! THIS IS WHY YOU CLEAN YOUR FUCKING WEAPONS! NOW WE HAVE A CADET DOWN AND ANOTHER PIECE OF SHIT TO GET FIXED! THESE AINT YOUR GOD DAMN WEAPONS TO BREAK, GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER! Y’ALL AINT SOME SHIT FOR BRAINS GROUP OF INNIES, ACT LIKE YOU ARE UNSC OR I SWEAR I WILL HAVE SUPPLY OUT OF BOOTS BECAUSE I PUT THEM ALL UP YOUR ASSES!”

Sarah swallowed, and with that her pride

"Sir, respectfully, Innies can't shoot for spit. We can, Sir."

She had to say something about them. Test what some of the Sergeants and Cadets actually thought about the still hot topic. At least she can back her words with the proof behind them. Let's just hope speaking out of line is excused for both of their excellent marksmanship.

“WHO SAID THAT!? WHO THE FUCK JUST SAID THAT!” The Sergeant said before whipping and walking back in Oliver and Sarah’s direction “Well well if it ain’t miss charity case, just cause you think y’all shoot good does not give you an excuse TO MOUTH OFF AT ATTENTION FUCK FACE!”

With that Odie’s Hans shot up. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT DANIELS!?” The Sergeant snapped as he turned to him. “Sir with all due respect, she does have a point. She’s the best shot in the company, sir.”

All this chatter and lack of gunfire infuriated the Range Sgt, who looked like he was just about ready to shit his pants. The still smoking rifle not doing him any good, either. He had overheard Daniel's praise of Oliver's shots, and simply didn't believe it; There's no way in hell the shortest Cadet in the platoon was the best shot.

"YOU, YOU SHORT LITTLE SHIT? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD BARELY HOLD MY GODDAMNED SIDEARM!"

Speaking of said sidearm had given the Sergeant an idea.  Storming up to the recruit, he grabs his M6G, flips it, hands it to Sarah, and points to the 500m lane. He wasn't outright screaming now, but there was definitely rage, angst, and disbelief in his rough, dry voice

"Tell ya what, short-stack. You empty this entire magazine into the head of that target over there, and I just might let you and your Battle Buddy off the hook for my broken goddamn gun. Miss a single round, and I'll make sure this entire FUCKING platoon never forgets-"

Oh damn.

Odie's face remained neutral as his gut felt like it dropped. He knew Sarah was a good shot, but this would've been a tall order for even an experienced marksman, let alone a new cadet from the outer territories. "Aye Aye Sir." was all he said in response

Sarah gave a quick nod of responsibility, and took her NCO's sidearm

"Sir."

She made her way over to the 500m line, readied her position and steadied her aim. The safety flicks off her Magnum, simultaneously with the pit pats of light rain against its metallic bull-barreled hull. See, The Sergeant knew there was no goddamned way anybody was gonna make those shots, least not without any sort of Neural Implants for aim assist on the bigass pistol lacking iron sights. He thought Sarah wouldn't have any goddamn chance with a clunky, sightless M6 Magnum

 BLAM

 Fire spat from the hand cannon, and with it a spinning messenger of "Fuck this guy in particular." The targets head exploded like a damn watermelon. Sarah smirked, and the animatronic figure slammed to the ground, summoning another one just near it.

 BLAM

 He met the same fate as his comrade.

 BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM-

 Half of their piers nearly shat themselves at her unbelievable accuracy. It was borderline inhuman, targets would fall in perfect succession of each other.

 It sure was a good thing the Range Sergeant wanted Oliver to succeed in her endeavors, which is why he immediately ordered her go prone and fire with her belly-up, insisting in a somewhat elevated tone:

"YOU WILL NOT ALWAYS HAVE THE PRIVELEGE OF CHOOSING WHERE YOU WISH TO FIRE FROM, CADETS. YOU WILL LEARN THIS NOW AND IT JUST MIGHT SAVE YOUR PATHETIC FUCKING LIVES."

 She did as ordered, getting mud and shit in her hair and face. She steadied her right arm above her head, and held her forearm with her left. She could barely make out the dot on the other side of the lane. Closing in on her kill count, Sarah begins to pace her shots.

 BLAM

  BLAM

  BLAM

     BLAM.

All targets neutralized. She stood to her feet, flipped the M6 around, and handed the empty gun back to her superior.

"Sir... Done."

For once something made it through Daniel’s blank exterior, that thing being a smirk.

“Sir, I believe my point is proven, Sir.” He said in a completely neutral tone, he knew this entire act of rebellion was pushing it, sarcasm despite how much he wished to use, would most likely defeat all the hard work his battle buddy had put in.

"Jesus Mary Joseph..."

The Range Sgt looked over to Wrtezky, who returned a hidden face of pure and utter shock. He slowly grabbed the gun and stared at Sarah dead in the eyes. His words were calmer now than they'd ever heard

"That was the best fucking shooting I've seen in years."

"You two, Take your weapons to the armory, and then PROPERLY CLEAN THEM. No amount of divine intervention will save your ass if you don't clean my fucking rifles. Dismissed."

 "Sir."

She picked up her empty BR55, gave Odie a quick glance, and began her way to the armory.

 Sgt. Kozlov turned to the other Cadets, half of which were almost shivering.

"THE REST OF YOU SHIT-HEADS GET TO DO WHAT IT SEEMS THIS PLATOON WAS MADE TO DO. YOU FUCKERS GET SHITTER-DUTY FOR A MONTH!

Daniels followed quickly behind Oliver, silently celebrating his small victory in the safety of his head. Once the two were out of earshot Daniels piped up.

 “Excellent work out there Cadet Oliver, looks like we got second platoon out of shitter duty.”

 Oliver tapped on the side of his rifle which was kept a crisp low ready for the entirety of the walk back to the barracks

"Can it, kiss-ass. I don't need to hear the opinions of a bastard's son, and I don't need a brown nose to give me a gold star every god damn time I do what I do. Now please, shut the hell up."

 Her tone seemed somewhat disgusted and agitated, and her face had a similar look. She flipped her almost muddy bangs to the side, and sighed.

 "Whatever. C'mon, armory is east wing."

“No no listen here I have taken a lot of shit from you and just let it slide! If I hadn’t of said anything you would’ve just gotten yourself screwed even more!”

Something in Odie finally snapped, after weeks of staying quiet and taking whatever abuse Sarah would throw at him, he finally snapped.

“So what if my father is a piece of shit, hate to break it to you but. I AM NOT HIM!”

“You know what, fuck you bitch.”

Daniels said surprisingly calmly as something inside him finally broke, after all the abuse he suffered from Sarah in the weeks spent together. He calmly took the buttstock of his BR and slammed it hard into the back of Sarah’s head.

“How’s that for tough!”

"Ow, Vycher kotny piss da! -"

Or at least that's what Odie heard the stumbling girl say. Sarah held her head where the butt of the gun said hello for a brief moment, steadying herself. She shakes her head thrice or so, washing it off. Sarah then griped her rifle like a baseball bat and smashed it into the side of Odie's lower leg, sending him falling to the cold, hard ground. She raises the firearm above her head, as if to pummel the stock into his nose.

“Scheisse! Du Rotzlöffel Hurensohn!” Odie yelled as he reflexively kicked Sarah square in the groin and knocked her off balance, then using his other food to trip her. Through the pain in his leg he threw himself on top of Sarah and started to throw punches at her face. He didn’t want to knock her out, or incapacitate her like most people he caught, all he wanted to hurt her as much as possible.

Sarah was able to block a fair portion of the blows to her face, before tucking both of her flexible legs in between them and slipping a hidden blade from beneath her boot, giving Odie a pretty damn fairly painful but probably non-lethal gnash on his left abdomen as she kicked him away, before immediately jumping to her feet. She wiped a trail of blood coming from her nose, and spat out pink fuzz to the side.

"Sova i zmeya. You're outmatched."

“Ich bin der Adler!”

Odie’s anger and adrenaline outweighed the knife wound and all that was on his mind was making Sarah hurt. Odie charged and tackled her back down onto the stairs before grabbing the hand with the knife and continuing to pummel her face and kneeing her in the gut and groin. “Fuck you!”

She used her left hand to give Odie one hell of a deck on the chin, then immediately kicked him off again, sending him staggering back. She reached her arms behind her head, tucked in her legs, and then sprung both out, hopping to her feet. Whilst Odie was recovering, Sarah flipped the knife to it's blade, stuck her left hand in front of her, and was ready to throw. A stab from it's 6" blade could easily be fatal. Odie could almost feel his eyes dilating in "Oh shit." As her arm went back, a mysterious figure jumped from the shadows and tackled her to the ground, sending the knife flying to the grass. The figure shouted out in a voice Odie couldn't possibly forget.

 "FUCKING CRAZY BITCH-!"

 It was Hoffman, and behind him his battle buddy, some ginger chick named Christina Roads. Hoffman held his elbow at Sarah's neck, and had his right fist aimed and ready to pound in her face. He looked over to Daniels, who's entire left side was covered in blood. It looked worse than it was, for sure.

 "Jesus Chris- You okay dude?! Goddamnit, Christie! Get him to the Infirmary, NOW!"

 Hoffman gave Oliver one hell of a nasty look, and tightened his fist.

 "Give me a reason to get more involved, I swe-"

"Hoff, she needs medical attention too. Hitting her will get us both knee deep in shit just as much as them. You don't know what happened"

 The ginger's voice was almost raspy, kind of dry. Sarah smirked

 "I know what happened! This crazy bitch stabbed Odie! Uuuuugh, fine! Get up! Pull another trick and I'll break your kneecaps."

 Hoffman released Sarah, as she stood and wiped blood from her nose.

 "Thanks, hot stuff."

"Shut up."

"C'mon, Infirmary's this way..."

As he was escorted to the infirmary Daniel’s consciousnesses faded in and out as he quietly babbled nonsense in German interspersed with the occasional

“I fuckin had her.”

As soon as he made it inside, he finally blacked out

[bledsins]

@blissfulxpride from x

He stands there in all his wrathful glory, and as he smirks at her, she knows there is no stopping her now. Her revenge will taste sweet on her tongue, will sustain her back to Fall’s End and beyond, will keep her company while she hunts the other degenerates of the Project like the killer that she’s become. It will start with him, and she will relish every single second of it. Wrath, indeed.

She returns a vicious snarl back, lifts her gun, and aims straight for his black little heart covered by that ridiculous airplane trench coat, before pulling the trigger and listening to the release of her finely honed weapon. It claps like thunder, signalling the end of the Herald of Holland Valley, and the demise of the youngest Seed brother. In that instant, she feels nothing but the righteous power of God coursing through her veins. Tali feels alive. And when she looks up, she expects to see him crumpling to the ground in a heap of lifeless matter.

What she sees is definitely not that.

He stands, seeming to her somewhat confused as to exactly why that is, and goddamn if that isn’t a great question. She’s a phenomenal shot, had always gotten top marks, and her time in Hope County has only seemed to sharpen that particular talent into a very deadly edge.

So why the fuck was John Seed still alive?

Growling, she aims again, thinking perhaps a rogue gust of wind had altered the course of her bullet, and compensates by moving it ever-so-slightly center. She might not catch his heart, but he would go down. That was what mattered. He’s helpful, for once, and stands still… makes it easy for her. She doesn’t hesitate in squeezing the trigger, watching with satisfaction as the bullet flies from her barrel and down the few meters to him.

Where the projectile seems to bounce harmlessly off his chest, precisely where she’d aimed, and off to the side, embedding itself in a nearby tree as if ricocheted there. She stands silent for a long moment, the confusion written plainly on her features. Of course he’s wearing a bullet proof vest. Of course… Why wouldn’t he be? She tells the logical part of her brain to shut the hell up as it reminds her that not even Kevlar could cause such a sharp change in course once the inertia of the bullet was impacted. It was as if someone had plucked the bullet from the air and simply turned it…

Reaching for the knife she keeps in her boot, Tali stalks closer to him, ready to sheathe the razor-sharp blade into his warm body and end this once and for all, when she suddenly screams and drops the knife, the worst burning sensation crawling up her hand and arm, as if she’d stuck it in a camp fire. She stares in shock and alarm, trying to figure out how he’d done that, how he had managed to hurt her without lifting a finger. No matter how her mind seeks answers, she can’t seem to fathom a way for that to be possible. This was all very, very wrong somehow. What was he playing at? Suspiciously, she stalks around him, her left hand rubbing her ‘injured’ one, trying to erase the feel of the invisible flames that had seared her flesh.

“What kind of Harry Potter bullshit is this? Why can’t I kill you, Seed?”

He’s always had a high tolerance for pain, arguably far higher than most, but right now John is in agony. High above, his parachute is a ripped and tangled mess strung in the canopy and his knees protest every movement they make following the twelve foot drop to the unforgiving forest floor. Every breath burns. Nick Rye’s lucky shot on the right side of his cockpit which had sent Affirmation into an out of control nosedive hadn’t just caught the vitals of his plane. He can feel the blood from his right shoulder seep through his shirt and run down his back, the wound puckers and spasms every time he moves his arm and it’s all he can do just to pull that large magnum from it’s holster on his thigh and switch it to his left hand before the Deputy catches up with him.

Was this what Joseph saw in that vision he spoke of? Slain by his own sin come back around in a new form. Wrath. If anything it should have been obvious, the poison that spreads out and infects all it touches -- there’s plenty to go around. Off to the left, just over the hill, there’s a thin plume of smoke where he knows his plane lays in a crumpled, mangled wreck; damaged beyond repair and soon to be joined by her pilot. He’s oddly at peace with it, eyes casting skyward at the brilliant blue he’s able to glimpse through the trees. He knows the Deputy had landed her parachute on the road north of him, a space clear from trees and blocking his route up to his bunker -- though in the condition he’s in he’s not sure he’d make it all the way up Black Horse Peak on his own anyway. It’s only a matter of time before she finds him and he doesn’t have the strength to run. 

The magnum is weighed in his hand as the sound of boots on dried leaves and twigs alerts him to her presence first so he gathers himself up despite the scream of protest from his shoulder and side (something he’d barely noticed until he straightened). His tongue drags over his bottom lip, licking the blood from the cut he’d gained from being smacked in the face by a branch on the way down, a defiant smirk ripping it’s way onto his features as he stares her down. In that moment, her wrath supersedes his own, she’s consumed so much he can barely recognise her from when he first set eyes on her in Joseph’s church that ill-fated night. You’re destined to be slayed by your own sin. The Father’s words echo in his head as she raises her gun and all John can do is stare her down. 

But nothing happens.

The gun fires, he sees the flash from the muzzle and the wisp of smoke, he sees her hands move with the gun as it kicks. But there’s no impact, no burning pain, not white hot heat like there was when Carmina’s gattling gun sent two bullets into his torso. She’s point-black range...and yet she missed. Just like in the church at Fall’s End where he felt the bullet narrowly miss his ear. He knows she’s not a bad shot, hell she’s one of the best in the county -- she’d even rival Jacob he’d wager -- but that’s twice she’s missed now. And he’s too confused to even react when she shifts her stance and fires again. This time she doesn’t miss, but the bullet doesn’t even touch him. His shirt flutters slightly where it ricochets but that’s it. Logically, he should be reacting, he should be lifting that gun in his hand to shoot at her and end this stupid game, but he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing. And neither, it seems, can she.

It’s only when she moves, knife in hand, does he react. She stalks forward and he takes a step back, lifting to point his gun directly at her chest; his finger hovers over the trigger, ready to fire should she lunge, but instead she screams and releases her weapon as if it had burned her -- glaring at him as if he was somehow responsible. John’s seen a lot of weird shit since joining Joseph all those years ago, but this is on a whole new level. This is bordering on witchcraft. 

Her anger is met with a laugh that hurts, his wicked smile quickly turning into a grimace which he masks with a snarl. His gun’s still trained on her as she paces. Wrath indeed. “You ask me that as if you expect me to know the answer.” It comes out far more amused than he looks, another huffed laugh ending in a hiss as his right hand rests against the wound in his side despite the burn in his shoulder at the movement. “Let’s just call it divine intervention.” He lets off two rounds, not accurate thanks to the kick of the Desert Eagle being held in one hand not two, but point blank. The shots echo around the forest but that’s all they do. At least one of them should have hit her somewhere but instead they both bury themselves in the dirt in small puffs of dust. The third round he fires with a chain of swearwords that would make his older brother blush but again, all it does is ping off the deputy and bury itself in a nearby tree as if he’d aimed for that in the first place. 

“Motherfucker.” His hand drops slightly, staring between the gleaming steel of his gun and the unharmed woman not far away. “I don’t fucking believe this. Don’t fucking tell me this is some kind of biblical Adam and Eve nonsense...” What he wouldn’t give for his brother to magically appear and tell him what was going on right about now.

#blissfulxpride #❈ | 𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑝𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑒 [ v. au 02 ] #[ do not match #i got carried away ] #.

[muscle-cars-aesthetics]

Pro Touring 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Facts ⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️ Engine: LS1 Displacement: 346 ci Compression Ratio: 10.25:1 Cylinder Heads: GM 243 castings, 64.45cc combustion chambers, 2.00/1.55 valves Rotating Assembly: Nodular iron crank, powdered metal connecting rods, hypereutectic pistons Valvetrain: OE 1.7:1 roller rocker arms, stock pushrods, OE lifters Camshaft: OE hydraulic (0.500/0.500-inch lift; 200/203-deg. duration at 0.050) Induction: Performance Products intake manifold, 75mm throttle body, Holley fuel rails, 32-lb/hr injectors, custom cold-air intake, K&N filter, 16-gallon Tanks, Inc. fuel tank Ignition: OE, MSD coils and primary wires Exhaust: Ultimate headers, 1 7/8-inch primaries, 3-to-3.5-inch stainless system, MagnaFlow mufflers Ancillaries: PRC aluminum radiator, PRC 12-inch fans, March accessory drive, Powermaster alternator, six-point rollbar by Davis Hot Rods (Collinsville, OK), American Autowire harness Output (at the crank): 350 hp at 5,800 rpm, 365 lb-ft at 4,000 rpm Transmission: TREMEC T-56 Magnum, McLeod RST flywheel, twin-disc clutch assembly, prop shaft by Driveshafts of Tulsa Rear Axle: Moser M9, 3.73:1 gears, Wavetrac torque-sensing differential, Moser 33-spline axles Front Suspension: C5/C6 hubs, DSE subframe, tubular control arms, antisway bar, Strange Engineering coilover shocks Rear Suspension: Art Morrison Sport GT, Strange Engineering coilover shocks, Panhard rod, antisway bar Brakes: Wilwood 13-inch discs, six-piston calipers, front and rear; Wilwood master cylinder Wheels: Rushforth Livewire 18×10 front, 19×12 rear Tires: Nitto NT05 245/40 front, 335/30 rear Upholstery: TMI/Jay Kirkland at Davis Hot Rods Seats: TMI, Morris Concepts seatbelts Steering: Flaming River column, DSE rack steering, MOMO wheel Shifter: TREMEC Dash: Thunder Road insert Instrumentation: AutoMeter Sport-Comp Audio: Kenwood head unit, Hertz 5 1/4 front speakers, Hertz 6×9 rear speakers, Hertz 10-inch subwoofer Paint: Sherwin-Williams Big Bad Orange, House of Kolor clearcoat Hood: OE ZL2 Grille: OE Bumpers: OE, tucked 🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊 #v8 #ls #chevy #chevrolet #camaro #protouring #corvette #impala #chevelle #hotrod #musclecar #classiccar #mopar #ford https://www.instagram.com/p/BoIbXjJHqsB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=z4mdzyjea1y2

#v8 #ls #chevy #chevrolet #camaro #protouring #corvette #impala #chevelle #hotrod #musclecar #classiccar #mopar #ford

[raijinhasverybigpecs]

after a long day’s work, installation of a million different programs and about 100 files later, i present to you my magnum opus: raijin but he’s a sim! people have been making sims for a while and i’ve been stuck w/out internet for a bit (i’ve regrettably been using my phone data for this lmao) so i’ve been making cute dudes in the sims 4, and what cuter boy to make than my top fictional husband raijin! also it’s very fitting that this is my 2000th post asdfjhjkklkl

also please be nice to me bc this is my first attempt at this sorta stuff lmao

(see the read more for traits/credits/other stuff! btw there’s no download link yet but there might be if people want to download him lol)

his life goal is the bodybuilder aspiration, he’s a goofball (big bro raijin is an idiot but a funny one), loves the outdoors (being a thunder/lightning god, it’s kinda common sense there lol) and he’s a bro to no one’s surprise!

thanks/credit to these amazing creators for their custom content:

lumialoversims for the base skin replacement, hair, body hair mod, belly overlay, shoes (casual, party and cold weather), singlet (active), underwear (sleep)

just go follow him already basically lmao

pancake-sims for the cute horns

velouria and simsforever15 for the animal eyes and black sclera respectively

witch-hammers for the skin details

pyxis for the tusks and teeth

remussirion for the claws

oranos for the board shorts used in the swimming and hot weather outfits, the hoodie used in the party outfit

birba32 for the formal suit and underwear in the last preview ;)

notegain for the sad elf ears

and to me for doing the skin recolouring and suffering through a truly insane amount of time spent for trying to get raijin’s face white :’^)

i was thinking that i should make this a download but i’ve never done that before lol, if enough people want to download him then i’ll try putting together a collection of all the mods when i get the time to do so!

(final note: also if i get any complaints about him being chunky i will gouge out your eyes with my blunt fingernails)

#raijin #smite raijin #smite #smite game #hi-rez smite #yes i'm proud of this!! #my son....... my husband....... my sonsband......... #this was a pain to make but i'm so happy w/ how things turned out aaah #im love my boy #and he doesn't look too shabby if i do say so myself #he's obvs not a perfect recreation #but i would say he doesn't look half bad at all #it's really just impossible to get his headwear and the facial wrinkles without learning how to use blender and how to draw lmao #so i set my sights a whole lot lower #but i'm still in love w/ him hehehehehe #and i hope that y'all will be as well :')

[ruthandliamgoplaces]

People are amazing!

It. Is. Sweltering. We’ve been cycling through through the French heat wave and have paid the price. Man down, man down! Liam is experiencing heat exhaustion, we think. On reflection, there is no wonder. With regular highs of 42 degrees Celsius, and it not getting cooler than 21-25 on a night, cycle touring through the heatwave has been an inhospitable environment. However, we’ve still managed to have a lot of fun along the way.

The rain.

We departed from our rest spot 11 days ago and had two days of rain and storms. In our little green nylon fortress, we could hear the rumbling of thunder for an hour before the lightening struck overhead. Then the rain arrived, wailing, merciless, startling rain, nearly collapsing our tent onto us. It felt like we were in the eye of a hurricane! And then, as fast as it arrived, it passed. Just enough water to guarantee that our tent was soaking for when we had to pack it away in the morning!

The following evening, we once more had rain. This time we had constructed a bivvy spot next to a large bush in some wildlife reserve land next to a major road into Montpellier. The campsites were too expensive to stay in and we decided to brave the elements and trust our gear. As the sun set, I flicked ticks off my camping mat, batted mosquitos away, crawled under a nylon ground sheet tarp, into my hot sticky bivvy bag, and cried. I was doing exactly what I wanted to do, but it was so hard. As it goes, I slept extremely well, and our system worked perfectly because we both woke up dry despite the rain all night. Of course, all of our gear was damp from the condensation! For added amusement, the busy road had turned into stand still traffic in morning rush hour, and commuters looked at us in bemusement and bewilderment as we stood on the scrubland brushing our teeth as the traffic crawled slowly by. I felt like I was an animal in the zoo!

Finally, the last night of rain… we splashed out on a campsite because we were depleted by being splashed on. The rain spat down on us all night in our tent, and the mosquitos circled menacingly. We, and most of our posessions, were damp. However, the sun was on its way! We rejoiced.

The heatwave.

Oh, just how much we would miss the feeling of cold air on our face, we did not quite appreciate. A new kind of dampness was in the post. A heatwave bringing 40 degree heat to most of France hit us in the face, and soon we would be battling with stifling, relentless heat. A blanket of exhausting warmth that did not fade even with the evening sun. Being constantly covered in a layer of salty sweat, turning us into desperate shade seekers, with a mortal fear of running out of water.

Our tent, definitely dry now, became uninhabitable. We abandoned it in favour of stringing a mosquito net underneath trees and sleeping outside looking at the stars, with no need even for a sleeping bag.

Litres of water, teaspoon after teaspoon of salt, we struggled on. Getting up early to cycle until 1pm because by 4pm, you could not cycle. By the late afternoon, the heat became totally unmanageable and fatigued.

We struggled on, I had more tears sheltering under a walnut tree at lunch time. The heatwave warning said a danger to human life. How could we carry on? Oh, but we did. Maybe a little foolishly, we bashed out 80km days, 1000m altitude climb days, long days, hard days… and we were only 150km away from our target when Liam became unwell from suspected heat exhaustion. Which brings me to my overwhelming memory of the past 11 days.

The kindness of fellow humans

It started with a stranger giving us a bottle of fresh mineral water along the Meditteranean Sea near Sete. It continued with two couples making us a coffee at a campsite in Saint Gilles, seeing us struggling with our stove in the rain. A Danish couple also gave us chocolate! Chats about the Lake District with an English couple replenished our spirits. Playing with some Spanish Children in the town square. And then, there was the free glass of wine the Wine Bar owner bestowed upon us, after seeing the Gendarmarie move us on from sitting on the steps of the Church in the town centre. So many cheers from French people and road cyclists - ’Bonne Voyage!’ ‘Bonne Route’ and my favourite - ‘Bonne Courage!’. So many offers of help with directions, or just general cheerful and heart warming interest in our adventure. We’ve been powered by human kindness.

The kindness overflowed when we stayed with three Warmshowers hosts in Valence, Chateauneuf-sur-Isere and Voreppe. Warmshowers is a network of cycle tourers who host other cycle tourers - and we were lucky enough to meet three amazing sets of people. In Valence, we met a woman who regularly cycles 200km days and is entering a 1200km race! She let us pitch our tent in her garden, fed us, washed our clothes and we swam in her swimming pool! Our next host fed us raspberries from the garden, and we listened to the Lord of the Rings soundtrack from our comfy bed. Our last host let us stay very last minute and arranged it from London… and also washed our clothes! We had such an amazing time with each host, learnt a lot about French culture, had really interesting conversations, incredible food, lots of laughs, and shared stories of travel and cycle touring. These hosts saved us from the heat! We realise now, just two days of camping in the heat and Liam fell ill. Those nights of shelter allowed us to keep going.

On the last day of cycling, a French woman flagged us down to offer to fill our water bottles. And then, when Liam got sick, an amazing woman accepted our Couchsurfing request. I cannot imagine how she felt when she received a message saying ‘my partner has vomitting and diarrhoea, can we stay with you?’… but she accepted and even came to pick Liam and his bike up from our campsite. She also took most of my things, and I just had to cycle a light bike 10km to reach shelter. We’ve been resting in her home today and she said we can stay as long as we need for Liam to get better. Even though she has family staying from England right now, our ex-pat Mancunian hero Angie, offered us a place in her home. People, are just amazing.

That brings me to the next bit of amazing. Our Workaway hosts that we’ve been racing to get to, have been so understanding of Liam’s sickness. They said as long as we can make it to Geneva (40km away), they can pick us and the bikes up. I am just blown away!

The cycling…

When I think of everything we have achieved over the past 11 days, it makes my eyebrows raise a little. We’ve cycled nearly 1300km now, and the last 7 days have been particularly amazing. Up impeccable cycle tracks, along beautiful rivers, past castles, Chateaux, Nuclear power stations, wetlands, parklands, sunflower fields, apricot trees, vineyards, apple trees, cherry trees, walnut trees, beaches, historical market towns, churches and through forests. We’ve swam in rivers and picnicked anywhere with shade. We’ve mostly been on the Via Rhona, the track along the Rhone River to Switzerland. However, we’ve taken a few detours to make the route quicker.

The route is getting hillier and hillier, and we’ve had to push up a few of the hills due to the gradient! This is no easy feat - my legs are much stronger than my arms! Most of the hills we’ve managed though, in low gears, grinding on, with regular gasp breaks.

The treats!

We’ve also gotten a little better at treating ourselves. We realised that our adventure had become a Cycle Tour of Suffering! So, we’ve managed to relax our budget a little, and stay in a few more campsites and have a few more bottles of wine. A particular favourite during the heatwave was buying a 2 Euro for 4 box of magnums and eating two each! We also love having strawberries and cream. We’ve absolutely needed to treat ourselves a bit in this weather!

What next?

So, we are due to start with our Workaway Host on the 2 July. However, we have to see how Liam recovers. We are a bit gutted not to finish our cycle adventure into Ogens - visions of triumphantly cycling over the Swiss border and arriving at our workaway host on bikes, have been shattered. However, problems are all part of the adventure. We remain upbeat, and feel blessed to be staying with the lovely Couchsurf host. We turned the disaster into part of the adventure. We will wait until Liam is well enough, then get a train to Geneva and be collected by our Workaway hosts, or get a train directly to them.

The verdict? What a bloody adventure we’ve had!! Cannot wait for the next few weeks… looking forward to being indoors and our Workaway Opportunity, but we will miss our bikes! So far our adventure has been everything we wanted it to be. The warmshowers, couchsurf and workaway experiences are making it for us a very exciting cultural cycle tour experience of human kindness, learning and exchange.

[katzuyas]

as usual, I’m a terrible procrastinator (this time with good reason tho bc I’ve been dying bc of renovations for a good 4 months now jfc) but I found some time to finally do these so here’s the super longass chain of tags I’m very grateful for ❤️ thank you so much to all of you for thinking of me!! ❤️❤️❤️

tagged by @and-then-yoi-happened, @joeys-piano and @gabzjones -- thank you so much guys ❤️

📽 🎞 Post 10 gifs from your favorite movies without naming them and then tag 10 (or so) people. 📽 🎞 

I had more trouble with this than I thought I would omg it seems I don’t like all that many movies??? unless we want to count each hp and potc movie separately  😂😂

I’ll be tagging @story-kat, @sweet-vitya, @estellie, @ilarual, and @katsudonski for it, but feel free to ignore me if you don’t want to do it ^u^)b

tagged by @story-kat, thank you for the tag kat!

fall/autumn preferences

rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people

1. go apple picking vs go on a hay ride 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. halloweentown 14. go hiking vs. sleep in 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea  18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider  23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie (neither is my thing tbqh) 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets  30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 31. s'mores vs. apple crisp 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house (very much neither) 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

I haven’t seen this one before so this was fun, thank you!

tagging @and-then-yoi-happened, @inlovewithyoi, @victuuritrash, @atesan, and @phichitschulanont

tagged by @dreaming-fireflies, thank you so much!! ❤️

Rules: answer the questions and tag 15 people you want to know better.

1) Relationship status: dating a really adorable boy ;3c

2) Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick bc lipstick always eats away so ugly and I can’t be bothered to reapply every time I lick my lips

3) three favourite foods: chicken fried rice, pepperoni pizza, pad thai

4) song stuck in your head: thunder and lightning by serayah

5) last movie you watched: jurassic world fallen kingdom

6) top three shows: game of thrones, rein, suits

7) book I am currently reading: nothing bc I’m just stuck to my pc writing all the time ;u;

8) last thing i googled: the link to the song above

9) time: 3:51 PM

10) dream trip: japan *u* but also harry potter studio tour bc first fandom always sticks with you *u*

11) anything you want: to be done with renovations, finally, and to deal with my teaching practice asap so I can go back to writing yrdcyhvgb

I won’t be tagging anyone for this, but it was still fun to do so if anyone wants to as well, feel yourself tagged!

tagged by @louciferish, and twice by @gabzjones omg gabz thank you ilu and I’m sorry I’m such a flake trfxcvujbkn /)u(\

7 Sentences

The rules are as follows: go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the 7th line, share 7 sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.

Slowly, as if all his motion settings have been reset, Yuuri turns around. And Victor, the blessed man that he is, gives him a little polite smile that freezes Yuuri's brain and sets his heart on fire all in the span of one second.

Fuck, Yuuri thinks to himself again. Oh fuck.

"Hello," Victor says, a perfect smile on his perfect face that sits on his perfect head on his perfect neck on his perfect shoulders and his perfect chest and his–

"Hi," Phichit replies, a smile on his own face, too. "It's amazing to meet you. We're both big fans, but I guess everyone tells you that."

bc I’ve done nothing but write my victuri bang fic for about a month now, that’s what this is from! look forward to it in october ;3

I’ll tag the writers my mind instantly thought of, so @dreaming-fireflies, @belovedyuuri, @teekettle, @the-world-of-illyas-james, @kazul9, @stammiviktor, and @iwritebetterthanispeak!

tagged by @the-world-of-illyas-james, thank you!!

Ao3 Tag Game 

WHAT IS YOUR TOTAL WORD COUNT ON AO3?

920344, which tbh I’m sure will go up after I post this bang fic I’m working on so??? kinda excited to hit 1mil ngl 

HOW OFTEN DO YOU WRITE?

I definitely try to write every day but sometimes life gets too busy so I usually keep it to short headcanons and plot bunnies then but I will definitely get at least one to two sentences out there daily ^u^)b

DO YOU HAVE A ROUTINE FOR WRITING?

sure do! I love setting up a scented candle to get the mood going, turn on some music or ambience and pop open an energy drink while I keep some sweets on hand to get my sugar levels up high. it works perfectly for me!

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINKS/TROPES/PAIRING?

Kinks: oh boy... I’m very into soft and sensual, but hard voyeuristic frick frack involving fluffy tail buttplugs and pet play? count me tf in ;3c Tropes: soulmates, rivals, enemies to lovers, creature fic, hanahaki, Pairings: victuuri, the one and only 🙏

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FIC OF YOURS?

it’s definitely dazzle me with gold! but since it’s my fic with most kudos, I will talk about my second fav here, which is oh ye of so little faith, a miyusawa fic that I wrote for a bang once upon a time and which I put my very heart and soul into, and love to pieces even tho it’s been years

YOUR FIC WITH THE MOST KUDOS?

dazzle me with gold, my magnum opus, which I couldn’t be more proud of bc it’s all I love in a fic: historical setting, drama, werewolves, mystery and so much love it’s sickening ❤️

ANYTHING YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING?

not really? tho recently I hate that I can’t seem to write short things anymore 😂😂😂

NOW SOMETHING YOU DO LIKE (ABOUT YOUR WRITING)?

I think I’m fairly good at grasping the characters I’m writing, and I know for sure that my soft/sweet/floof levels are running VERY high, so I’m definitely proud of that!

I’ll tag @gabzjones, @louciferish, @saniika, @postingpebbles, @muttthecowcatridesagain, @yuliaplisetskaya, and @joeys-piano! 😘

tagged by @teekettle, thank you tati! ❤️

Favorite Character Tag Game 

Rules: name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.

victor nikiforov

miyuki kazuya

hinata shouyou

aomine daiki

giotto

voldemort

hakuryuu

uzumaki naruto (and his daddy bc I’m baking two pies in one oven and I need my best hubby here FOR REASONS)

portgas d. ace

grimmjow jaggerjack

wow this got me so nostalgic for my lovely boys ❤️ I’m going to send @story-kat, @tetsya, @littorella, @accioharo, and @hentipie down the memory lane next, have fun~ 😘

hooo boy this was a lot to get through but it was fun! thanks again to everyone who tagged me, you guys rock and I’m a dick for procrastinating on this so hard I’m sowwie  (╥﹏╥)  I’m blessed to have such lovely friends like you, so once again: thank you for remembering about me (≧◡≦) ❤️

#tag game #I am a loser who can't do tags unless I have a whole 20 bookmarks of them and The Guilt kicks in #ryxchujhvbn #thank you for still tagging me tho #you guys are a blessing #❤️❤️❤️