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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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A Battle of Wills [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] You and Loki play a dirty game of denial. (w/c 1.8k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language.

“I give you five minutes,” Loki growled hot and wet in your ear.

The dulcet words dripped from his tongue like treacle. “Five minutes before you’re writhing and whining my name like penitent sinner on the church steps.” He gave the light restraints around your wrists a self-congratulatory yank. “Whatever, Laufeyson," you whispered, "I give you...three.” You didn’t need to see him to know he was frowning.

“Time will tell," he sniffed, haughtiness oozing. The rustle of a sanctimonious hair flick was the only noise in the pregnant silence while he straightened. “You’ll lose," you sighed, settling into the pillow. A smile pressed against the silk mask covering your eyes. “You’re too horny.” Loki’s defiant footsteps retreated, letting the bedroom door swing with a soft creak behind him. But it stayed ajar, the closing click never coming. You pressed your lips together, feeling the cracks where they had dried from his rough kisses. The corners tingled, the bruise beneath the skin of your cupids bow feeling tender. I’m not going to be the one. Not this time. You arched your back, pulling at the restraints. What knot was it tonight? A one handed slip? An inline double coin? A finger curled with difficulty over a lump of silk rope, mapping the tell-tale curves. A prusik head. So it was one of those nights. In the burgundy veil behind your eyelids, shadows danced. There was an exaggerated sigh as Loki reclined on the sofa, the creak of the frame under his weight slicing the stillness. You could feel the familiar tingle of his gaze darting sporadically towards the open door, heavy with lustful arrogance. Could he see you on the bed? Cautiously, you stretched a bare leg upwards, toe pointed to the ceiling before bending it over the other. The curve of your naked ass was displayed towards the doorway, a wordless invitation to rescue...or ravish, the bound and helpless damsel in his bed. A dark rumble sounded from the living room, a synchronised squeak from the furniture betraying your voyeur’s unmistakeable reaction. He could. You smiled, imagining his slanted brows, his tongue instinctually licking towards where you lay strewn like prey. The gloss from your abandoned pussy would still be on his lips. Beneath his nose. A taste of what he was denying himself. The primal scent would be hanging thick in his nostrils. Your sly smile stretched wider. It had been what, ten seconds? Feigning an attempt to escape the binds, you moaned softly. The sofa creaked again. You could sense the anxious whirr of Loki's racing mind, his fingers clenching and unclenching as he tried to distract himself. The slide of cotton against his thighs as he crossed his legs. A tepid exhale as he uncrossed them again. Your lip twitched, hearing the familiar clunk of his belt buckle. And so it begins, you thought; as he carefully unfurled the leather through its holster. He was trying to be quiet. Trying to be subtle. And he was failing.

You squeezed your eyelids shut beneath the blindfold, concentrating. Each breath rising in your chest was tempered as you tried to zone in on the smallest sounds which betrayed Loki’s impatience. A low hum rustled through the air. His zipper, you thought smugly as you slid your legs together, pushing your chest upwards. He paused, listening - before resuming the zipper's clandestine descent. You could sense the grit of his teeth. The silent snarl as he wordlessly cursed the game he had initiated.

The delayed pleasure built to breaking point was always worth it, but god – it was torture. Before slipping on the blindfold, Loki’s tongue had explored every crevice of your sex, bringing you tantalisingly close to the edge. The sight of his dark crown buried between your open thighs flashed through your mind in silken darkness; low pants of muffled moans wet against your skin. With one final, licentious lick his face had risen between your trembling legs. The tip of his tongue danced softly over the curve of your clit as he teased your climax like a hanging axe. Snatching it away. From the look in his eyes, you had known what was coming. Mischief. And now it was time for him to pay. “Mmmm…” you moaned softly, sliding your hips on the soft sheets. The silk of your hold-ups slipped easily against the cotton, gracefully manoeuvring you into another achingly seductive position. “Cheater,” you heard the god rumble under his breath. He inhaled sharply, breath catching. It was the sound he always made when those long fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock for the first time. Loki let out a juddering sigh as he began to stroke himself. You let your mind become quiet. From the tortuously controlled rate of his breathing, you knew he was moving slowly. Too slowly. But he couldn’t resist the urge. He would barely be touching himself, trying to work every ounce of pleasure from the lightest of pumps. He didn’t want you to know how desperate he was. And he was desperate. Or at least, he would be. You squirmed. It was all you could do not to scream for him to mount you like an animal and fuck you into the headboard. Right now his shoulder-blades would be squeezing together, jaw set in a snarl as he tempered his pleasure. The velvet skin which coated its cock; the veins which crested along the thick shaft would sizzle under his calloused fingers. You had traced every one with your tongue, each secret sensitivity exposed as he grasped the bedsheets and grit his teeth to the ceiling. Right now you knew those same perfect teeth would be grinding, those piercing eyes fixed on his woman as she widened her legs. Maybe next time he’ll bind those too, you thought with a smirk. But not tonight. Not after the timer starts. That’s against the rules.

In your speckled darkness you could picture him sitting on the sofa beyond the door as clear as day. He was still wearing his suit trousers – he could remove them but he mistakenly thought they would increase his chances of denying the urge to break first. His pale cock would be standing proud from the splayed fly, the wetted tip tapping against his stomach with every achingly slow pump of his hand. The sight of Loki of Asgard fucking himself would never get old. The way he worked his carved, chiselled body - the clench of his obliques as he tightened his grip around the leaking tip. He would gather the foreskin before pulling roughly down. You loved that. How he retained that erotic stoicism until the final, tense moment when he splattered his seed on your tongue. Your face. Your tits. The fact he had denied you that sight tonight was another reason for revenge. A muffled grunt sounded through the wall. ‘Gods’, it growled, the timbre inhuman. He knew what was coming.

You didn’t care if the hot slick between your thighs was saliva or fresh arousal. The thought of it being both sent a thrill racing through your blood. You clenched, feeling it begin to seep between your cheeks. It tickled. A moan slid past your lips as you let your legs fall open, thrusting gently to the ceiling as you arched your back. Don’t say his name, you cursed silently. Don’t call out.

The clock ticked. There was a scuff as Loki’s feet drew towards the sofa on which he sat; toes curling in his dress shoes. Don’t give him the satisfaction.

Loki released a ragged breath. He sucked in sharply, the bite of pleasure from his tightening fingers making him wince. He was leaking. Drops of pre-cum squeezed from the aching tip of his cock with every reluctant sweep of his fist. He had begun too soon. He knew that. He glanced to the side, instantly regretting it. There you were, laid out like supper. Your wrists bound to his bed-frame. A prusik head knot – you wouldn’t escape that easily. Even with your talents. The sight made him weak. His stare roamed hungrily over the straps of your lingerie, supple curves glowing in the sultry light from the salt lamp. Only the bra and unhooked suspender belt remained. The matching panties lay discarded and wet on the bedroom floor. Had he ripped them in his eagerness to latch his searching mouth to your perfect little cunt? He couldn’t recall. With you, it always turned into a bit of a haze. Like an animal, he mulled; lowering his chin to his chest.

Loki bit his lip, stifling a growl as your feet slid up the sheets. The lace rims of your hold ups flashed as you squirmed coquettishly. I should have closed the door, Loki pondered bitterly. You knew exactly how to drive him to the brink. And he knew what came next.

“Gods,” he murmured gruffly, mouth agape as your knees fell open. In sync, his brows slanted. If only you could see him, you would instantly know how close he was to abandoning his hand in favour of your heavenly body. In favour of that sinfully decadent mess displayed brazenly between your open legs. Your smirk would be unbearable as he paced towards you like a defeated war-lord to yield his sword to your possession. Honour-bound to surrender. Fucking that smirk off your face would be an absolute pleasure. Loki grimaced, giving his shaft a punishing squeeze. She is growing too sure of her power over me, he snarled to himself. Do not yield. His narrowed eyes inched reluctantly over your glistening folds, plump pink skin begging to be sucked. Begging to be fucked. The top of your thighs shimmered. She’s so ready to be mine, look at her – he thought, the familiar dark haze descending. Spread and wet and insolent. Saliva welled beneath his tongue. Loki instinctively leant forward, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth as his muscles twitched. Perhaps he had been too hasty. Perhaps, tonight was not the time for games – not when you looked so- “F-fuck…” he growled, as a thumb slipped over the sensitive underside. The sticky digit caught against his foreskin, making his eyes roll back. All he needed was you. All he wanted was your hands, your mouth – your needy mewls as he made your world shake. He watched your hips thrust gently to the ceiling, every low clench of your ass driving him demented with lust.

Were you imagining his cock rocking into you? She better be. He grit his teeth. From the melodic gyration in your hips, he knew you were getting it how you liked it on nights like this. Slow, and rippling. Crushingly fluid thrusts that drove you back into the headboard and spilled you over the edge like treacle as you shamelessly howled his name. Loki’s fingers tightened around his shaft, pace quickening. His head fell back against the sofa, curls hanging sluttishly against his collarbone. He released a calculated moan of pleasure, brow furrowing as he saw your back arch in response. You will not surrender, he chanted to himself. Loki's eyes fell on your slippery sex, clenching in synchronisation with his rising groan, a well of glistening heat smothering your little cunt. Any moment now, he thought desperately, beginning to pant. Any moment now...she’ll break.

You slid one leg down the bed, warmth spreading in your belly as you heard Loki’s rattling sigh. The urge to call out to him was unbearable. To have him storm into the bedroom like a sexual warrior and begin his carnal worship, invading every curve with his weight. With his hands and mouth and words. ‘Loki...fuck me’. That’s all it would take. The phrase lingered on your tongue like salt, ready to spit. The words caught behind your teeth. God, he was too much. And you wanted it all. Now. But then, had he even been trying tonight? Or, maybe you were just that good. A single desperate whimper fluttered as you pulled the binds around your wrists. Loki choked suddenly, a rasping gasp tearing the stillness. A tight slap of his palm against the sofa sounded as he steadied himself. He had been close. Too close. You smirked as silence fell. You could barely hear him breathing. “Fuck,” Loki murmured bitterly. His tongue caught wetly on the k. There were no more words from Loki Laufeyson. Only the sound of his open belt buckle clunking gently as he stood, sword in hand. Ready to surrender.

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mensfactory · 11 months

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BMW M1

The M1’s history is complicated, and its impact on the Bavarian marque’s reputation was far greater than the modest production run of just 453 examples would suggest. Certainly, the M1 was a Supercar in the context of late-1970s racing technology, and that it looks like one is due to its body having been styled by Giorgetto Giugiaro, founder of Italdesign.

The M1 was developed under the aegis of BMW Motorsport head Jochen Neerpasch to compete in Group 5 racing, primarily against Porsche’s nearly invincible 911. Homologation requirements called for 400 road-going examples, and without the capacity to build the car in house, BMW partnered with Lamborghini to develop the chassis, assemble prototypes, and manufacture the production run.

Yet Lamborghini’s financial woes of the era eventually caused BMW to bring the project back in house, though Dallara designed the mid-engined, tube-frame chassis. The project soldiered on, during the course of which subsequent changes in Group 5 rules relegated the M1 to Group 4 competition. If the wedge-shaped profile of the BMW M1 recalls the 1970s-era Giugiaro aesthetic, perhaps best expressed by the Lotus Esprit, it’s because wedges, like leisure suits, were all the rage at the time. But unlike leisure suits, wedges still look cool today. One concession to tradition in the design of the M1 was the retention of BMW’s classic twin-kidney grilles in the front fascia. (Note to BMW’s designers today: bigger isn’t always better.)

Behind the driver and passenger was BMW’s 3.5-liter, twin-cam inline-six engine with mechanical fuel injection and a five-speed transmission. Making 273 hp in street tune, the mill gave the car the ability to reach about 165 mph. Inside the cockpit, occupants would not be found guilty if either felt a little short-changed of luxury, though the fabric seat inserts seem au courant today.

#art #design #sportcars #sportcar #supercars #supercar #hypercars #bmw #bmw M1 #lamborghini #italdesign #luxurycars #luxurycar #vintage cars #vintage car #collector's #history #style #carsdesign

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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 1 year

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Nissan Pulsar GTI-Ra, 1990. A homologation special based on the 4th generation (N14) Pulsar hatchback built to meet WRC Group A requirements. Powered by a turbocharged 2.0-litre ‘SR20DET’ inline-four, producing 330bhp, driving through a five-speed manual gearbox and the ‘ATTESA’ all-wheel drive system.

#Nissan #Nissan Pulsar #homologation #special edition #Nissan Pulsar GTI-Ra #1990 #hot hatch #turbocharged #all wheel drive

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hazel-of-sodor · 8 months

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Sodor in the age of scoial media

Sodor in the age of social Media

2. Henry

Henry was perhaps the slowest of the famous eight to adapt to the internet. Henry prefers to spend his free time in quiet nature, and the internet had little appeal to him. He would occasionally post inline about some mishap that befell his shedmates, but was largely inactive till the early 2000s.

In 2005 Cyclone Gudrun flooded the North Western coast, which was home to a large part of the Island's population of the endangered Welsh Pine Martin. He worried endlessly for several days. It came to a head one night when Gordon finally snapped. The express engine was sympathetic, but days of evacuation and emergency supply trains had left the mighty pacific sleep deprived and irritable. He had been looking forward to his well deserved sleep, and Henry's rambling was keeping him awake.

"Henry my dear engine, the poor Pine Martians.."

"Pine Martins"

"...Indeed. The poor Pine Martins have my deepest sympathies, but I am desperately in need of sleep, and since it has escape your notice, all of us here are engines, with little ability to help the creatures even if we had the time."

Henry's face fell, leaving Gordon feeling as if he had kicked an 80 ton puppy.

The No.4 sighed, and turned his attention to the problem, "what is it they need?"

"Pardon?"

Gordon eyed the 4-6-0 grumpily, "What is needed to save the creatures, as I am quite certain you will not be able to rest until something is done. The last thing needed right now is for you to have an accident because you went without sleep."

"One would think you hadn't been listening to him at all these last few days." James snarked from Gordon's opposite side.

"Listening and understanding are not the same thing Little James. I understand the Martins homes are flooded, and they are already quite rare, but I do not know what can or should be done to remedy their plight."

Henry considered his pseudo cousin. "We need volunteers mainly, to search for Martins displaced by the storm, and the funds to care for them until they can be returned to the forest once the flood waters. recede." He paused thoughtfully , "The main problem is people don't know. All the focus is in the displaced people. Which that is just as important but..."

"Post it." Gordon interupted.

"What?" James asked.

Gordon sighed, "Post the situation online. When a engine in the mainland needs funds for overhaul, they often ask for Thomas to make a post online to raise awareness. I do not see why you could not do the same for the Pine Martins. We will all share the post as well so more people will see it."

Several engines stared at the Pacific, but Henry slowly started to smile, "Really? You would do that."

Gordon hrmped, "I can spare a few moments to help the critters so we can all finally sleep. When I see little Thomas tomorrow I will ask him to share it as well."

It should come as no surprise that having Thomas the Tank Engine ask for help saving cute little creatures with wide pleading ideas was just as effective as a full broadside from HMS Hood. Volunteers and finds poured in, and a foundation was quickly established to help look after the Islands population of Pine Martins, but this gave Henry an Idea.

Henry began to chronicle his encounters with Sodor wildlife, his crew helpfully taking videos, which he would post as he read descriptions of the animals. This quickly gained traction (and followers. Children loved listening to one of the Famous Eight talking about new animals.

In 2007, the newly prosperous Sodor Conservation Society officially partnered with Henry, and began an online docuseries about the endangered animals of Sodor. The Series, aptly named Preservation and Conservation, would become a run away success. Series Three saw the series leave Sodor (although their steam powered narrator remained on the island), with Series four and beyond playing on the BBC in Britain, and Series Five and beyond playing on PBS in the United States. Preservation and Conservation is now on its sixteenth series, with series 18 greenlit.

Henry is now the Mascot and board director of the SCS, and a well respected figure in ecological conservation. From 2008 onwards he has carried the society's emblem on the side of his cab.

If you find his pages online these days, Henry can be found documenting the animals and plants he sees on his daily runs, and. Iccasionally documeting the hijinx of his fleetmates as well (most notably the time James got sprayed by a skunk during the filming of series 7) While more Niche than many of the other online engines in the North Western fleets, Henry would argue his online presence is one of the most important.

#ttte #rws #nwr #ttte henry #ttte james #TTTE Gordon #Sodor in the age of social media

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thesilentbard · 8 months

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Cover for chapter five of @seaglass-skies's fic Take me back to the time loop.

You guys. You guysssss. No spoilers but this chapter is Really Good.

Danny's reflection in his tea was a lot of trial and error, but I think it turned out nice!

The inline illustration for this one was a smidge more elaborate than usual, hehe. ^^;

#invisobang 2023 #invisobang #invisobang2023 #danny phantom #silent pictures #clockwork #phanfic #fan fiction #phanart

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captainmera · 8 months

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Hey Mera I wanted to ask a question about IBWR. Don't know if you've answered this before but what helped inspired the designs for theo and oliver? Like the clothes they wear and their actual physical looks

*gasp!* Thank you for asking!

So a lot of thought actually went into these two goobers hahaha! But mostly, it has been about duality/opposites.

BODY TYPES:

Theodore: He's wealthy and doesn't have to walk far distances. He also enjoys the typical upper-class foods that were popular at the time. Which were rich in carb and protein. So he's chubby! :)

Not only does this softness reflect his wealth and comfortable lifestyle, it also reflects that he, as a person, is soft.

He may dress smartly and use fashion to present himself as both sleeker and fitter than he is. His personality is a pretence hyper masculinity (like his suits) to cover up how gentile and somewhat flamboyant he actually is.

Side note: I am actually rather bad at drawing chub without it looking like stiff muscle mass. I'm still working on that.

Theodore likes how he looks, he is confident and carries himself like a born gentleman with something to prove. Chest out and chin high.

His curly blonde hair and green eyes and Cheshire grin are all family traits of the Ashdown family. It makes them look more like witches, with curly flirtish hair, deep mystic eyes and smiles that lie the way you'll like it. Witches are hard to resist, but nobody likes them. They bask in sin, and who doesn't want to be tempted now and then?

Oliver: He's poor, he doesn't eat very well, he's active and practically runs everywhere. He's skinny to a fault, he exerts more energy than he consumes. This is not healthy. He works out, he climbs buildings and gets into trouble and he knows how to fight (cus he had to). He is fit. Now, he may look chiseled like an adonis statue, but this is not strength. He is just low on body fat. He is tired a lot for a reason.

He is muscular looking, but his strengths are in being able to outlast and run. He can fight, sure, but he prefers to just run.

His blue eyes... It's almost like he can see things that aren't there.. Blue like the past, blue like the veil. There are many cultures all over the world who associate blue eyes with the supernatural or something evil. If you want to know more about it I would direct you to look up the blue evil eye and superstitions about blue eyes. :)

His dark pointy hair is in stark contrast with Theodore's curly blonde.

Unlike Theodore, who unbashfully enjoys himself, Oliver cares very little about himself and can't really see what others see. It even makes him a bit nervous to talk about his looks due to a previous toxic relationship as well as some.. awful things. He has to be drunk to be physical.

FASHION:

and that's just pinterest---

listen okay I could be here all day.

But the gist of it is this:

Theodore: Rich bitch strut your stuff you bisexual idiot. He likes details and fashion and embroidery. He likes to sew and he likes to tailor his own things. Sewing is considered feminine if it's not your profession, especially if you're upper class. But Theodore, despite himself, sews and edits and wears what he's made. So any compliment he gets on his fit, or insult, he takes very personally. The guy has an ego that is just as much a mask as it is a genuine source of confidence. What he wears is an extension of himself, he wants to be free and fashion helps him express himself, both openly and in secret ways. He dress in codes. But every coat and jacket he has, has an inline pocket for his wand to carry around. Perfumes, rings, brooches, a cane, silken hats and beaver hats, gloves of every sort and-- look he got style and he's in with it.

Oliver: Good god baby please wear something else. He wears things he's bought second hand, his jacket is from 1872s (it's 1885 in the story), he rotates between five shirts and like.. three vests. One vest being sundays best. Basically, everything he owns is old or doesn't fit him. He rarely spends money on himself and he's oblivious (and too depressed) to know or care about his looks. The guy has no confidence and his opinion of himself is reflected on what he wears. Oliver's idea of dressing up a bit is to tie a nicer scarf around himself into a tie rather than the flimsy blue knot he does. Oliver always carry a small book and something to draw with. When he's out about in London he likes to perch upon things, or squat where he wont be bothered, and draw. He also stuff his inner pocket with dry lavender from work to mask the smell of dead from work. Unwittingly to him, it also helps keeping spirits from noticing him.

Now, wouldn't it be lovely if Theodore got to dress Oliver up. :) Y'know, just to give Oliver a glimpse of how he sees him.

it would prooooobably go something like this:

"Oh, no, no." Said Theodore and let his hand flutter about. "That's not what style is. That's just fashion. Now, STYLE, my dear..." He grinned and circled Oliver in the way that made Oliver anticipate a tickle. And there it was, the poke. "Style is something you carry in you. You got style, but you have no sense of fashion. I will bring you the fashion, and I promise you will see what I mean." "I doubt it." Oliver smiled faintly. "But if it will humour you." "Oh, you have no idea." So Oliver let him. It wasn't what he thought it would be; Theodore didn't throw things at him. He asked him to touch the materials of each garment in his wardrobe. Asked what colours he liked. He held up some ties next to his face to compare the shade with his tone, his eyes and hair. Some were discarded right away and others made Theodore delightfully ooh and aah. Oliver would be lying if he wasn't having a little bit fun. Theodore pinned in the waist of the trousers, no suspenders or buckles. "it will just wrinkle it." Theodore muttered. "There shan't be any wrinkles or creases on my watch. And, oh, your hair. Let me just- just a little." "Alright." Oliver chuckled and sat down to let Theodore do what he liked. Oliver, finally, stood dressed and looked down at himself. Everything fit him and the shoes were shiny, but he still couldn't see what Theodore meant. "I don't see it." "Well, you're not looking yet." Theodore brought to the mirror. And Oliver saw himself. He had to blink a few times, he didn't recognise himself. And as if his very soul slapped him in the back, Oliver stretched himself up proper, tilted his head and brushed a hand over his chest. "Do I.. Really look like that? You didn't put a hex or something on the mirror or..?" "No hex, just you. And yes, you really do look like that.. All the time in my eyes." And Oliver's lips twisted into a shy smile. "You jest." "Not about style." Theodore nudged. "Style is serious business." And grinned his iconic mischief smile.

#ibwr #in blood we rise #*SIGHS AT MY BOYS*#GOOOODDSS YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I THINK ABOUT THEM ALL THE TIME #Wrote a lil.. blurb at the bottom because...#listen okay my head is filled with scenes like these and I have nowhere to PUT THEM #*cries and punches a wall* I love my lads so much.

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diabolus1exmachina · 1 year

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Maserati Mistral 3.7 Spyder

Pietro Frua was no stranger to Maserati, having first worked with the brothers while styling the shapely A6G—so it was no surprise that the gifted designer was tasked with penning both open and closed Mistral variants. Unmistakably Maserati, the Spyder made its debut at the 1964 Geneva Motor Show sporting a characteristic sharknose grille and Kamm tail, while beneath the sumptuous bodywork lay a choice of 3.5-, 3.7-, or 4.0-litre inline six-cylinder engines mated to a ZF five-speed manual gearbox. For many, the sweet spot in the range—like the example offered here—was the 3.7-litre model, which matched a 0-62 mph sprint time of 6.2 seconds with an impressive top speed of 158 mph.

#Maserati Mistral 3.7 Spyder #Pietro Frua #Geneva Motor Show

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lonestarflight · 5 months

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"Illustration of Ares I Launch Vehicle With Call Outs" by NASA/Marshall Space Flight Center

"Named for the Greek god associated with Mars, the NASA developed Ares launch vehicles will return humans to the moon and later take them to Mars and other destinations. This is an illustration of the Ares I with call outs. Ares I is an inline, two-stage rocket configuration topped by the Orion crew vehicle and its launch abort system. In addition to the primary mission of carrying crews of four to six astronauts to Earth orbit, Ares I may also use its 25-ton payload capacity to deliver resources and supplies to the International Space Station, or to "park" payloads in orbit for retrieval by other spacecraft bound for the moon or other destinations. Ares I employs a single five-segment solid rocket booster, a derivative of the space shuttle solid rocket booster, for the first stage. A liquid oxygen/liquid hydrogen J-2X engine derived from the J-2 engine used on the Apollo second stage will power the Ares I second stage. The Ares I can lift more than 55,000 pounds to low Earth orbit. Ares I is subject to configuration changes before it is actually launched. This illustration reflects the latest configuration as of January 2007."

Date: December 5, 2006

NASA ID: MSFC-0700062

#Ares I #Rocket #Orion Crew Exploration Vehicle #Orion CEV #Orion #NASA #Project Constellation #Cancelled #infographic #December #2006 #my post

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soclonely · 9 months

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Hope you feel better soon! If you're still doing The Clones As prompts, maybe The Clones as People You'd See at a Roller-Skating Rink?

Oh ABSOLUTELY. I missed these so much. Lets seeeeeee... Rex-"Wait, i thought you said we were going ice skating! I can't rollerskate!"

Echo- spends entire time in the arcade area wearing skates but not touching the wood ONCE

Fives- middle school boys who skate around and play tag

Jesse- *deathgrips the wall while legs go in about 80 different directions at once*

Kix- the group of girls who think its okay to link arms and skate in a line

Tup- messy bun girl who has to fix her hair at every turn because it keeps falling out but shes too nervous to stop because she JUST got the hang of it and if she stops she wont get to the pace shes at again

Dogma- the jackass who brings inline skates

Hardcase- kid constantly running up to the counter slamming cokes and pixie sticks

Coric- the dj all the middle schoolers are bugging to play Yeah by usher 8 more times

Bly- the couple who rented skates to take a couple quick instagram photos at the entrance of the rink, before quickly removing them and leaving lmao.

99- The oldtimer. amazing skate skills. probably did a lot of light drugs at that same rink in the 70s. Dresses up for disco night in his flashy 70s outfit

Cody- the dweeb who skates backwards around like he's hot stuff. Dude you are 26, at a roller rink on a saturday night by yourself because your DnD session got cancelled. calm down

Waxer/Boil- picture it, 2005-2006. its students night for your elementary/middle school at the local rink! You are in 5th grade. Your mom drops you off with money for rentals and an extra $15 for a slice of pizza, some popcorn, and a jones soda. You and your friends spend a majority of the time sitting in a booth in the concession area, giggling and running your skates casually under the table while you gossip about 6th grade and what its going to be like in real middle school next year, one of your friends looks around, jerks her head back around real quick, and squeals because your crush jacob has just come over to the concession area to but some nachos and made eye contact with the same cashier you had made eye contact with 5 minutes previous so it was practically him looking into your eyes on a beach sunset. You all giggle and chatter, staring at him until he awkwardly waves while shoving his change into his pocket as he shuffles back to his group of friends. it didn't matter that in 4 years he would be coming out of the closet to your whole school and taking the lead singing spot in the show choir. All that mattered was that small concession area. Life was good.

Wolffe- moms with annoying toddlers running around in shitty cheap plastic skates that clip onto their shoes

Boost/Sinker- asshat who doesn't watch surroundings and crosses over, bumps into everyone, and doesn't apologize

Hunter- Rockabilly dressed ladies witht heir hot pink skates. god i wish that were me.

Wrecker- the beefy dad guy there for his kids party. The dude can't skate, but you bet your sweet ass he strapped on this badboys and skated right out the rink and flat on his ass because his little princess BEGGED him to. He terrible at it but he's got spirit!

Tech- parent that sanitizes EVERYTHING

Crosshair- the person who cant skate, or is a newer skater who decides they are too cool to go around the edge and try to skate in the middle and inner lanes instead. GET TF OVER

Omega- the parent who is WALKING in the main rink holding their little kids hands. Usually they have the tiny corner one for them TAKE THEM OVER THERE SO I CAN GO NYOOM

Howzer- The obnoxious skaters who are def advanced, but try to show off in ways that can get people hurt

Fox- the poor skate rental counter guy in his 30s who looks like he just hates his life because his manager is a 16 year old girl.

Gregor-LIGHT UP WHEEL GUY

#khai come get ya juice #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #captain rex #commander cody #arc trooper echo

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FIVE SONGS I'M INTO RIGHT NOW °⊹♫∘｡⁺₊🎧⁺⋆

tagged by @iron-sparrow!!! thank you <3 i THRIVE on listening to music for almost all of my day/night (it'll be hard choosing only 5 because a lot of current faves are in fornax's pvp playlist LMAO)

Re-Vision by Amaranthe

Maybe there's a light at the end of the line Or just a concept, a vision to improve it Let the night wash away from your eyes It's your decision, revision, how to do it

2. Reborn by Xandria

I will not give up I will not stand down I try to find my way It's never enough I close my eyes now There is no turning back It's the end, but I'll be reborn

3. Bleed Out by Within Temptation (lightwarden!fornax song.... AHEM)

God bless she walks in her last winter The halo around her head it starts to linger Her fear has died, her heart is still unbroken There's no remorse, she doesn't mind She bleeds out

4. Datastream by Scandroid

Open yourself to me, we better entwine Breathing in binary, our systems inline Searching for frequencies and scanning through time Both lost in the datastream that's leaking our minds

5. Show Me by Alina Baraz & Galimatias (honorable mention for a fornax/ryss song tehe)

All that you are is all that I need Sunset in your eyes, let me with your loving I'm searching for the thrill, it's you, you make me feel You make me feel

tagging @elliewiltarwyn, @cindernet-explorer, @abyssalmermaiden, @selnyam, and @chadhunkler! (no pressure tho as always! or if you already did this/got tagged then consider it a BOOP)

#come closer i'm very normal about music. i definitely don't have like 80 playlists #and 5 different ones fornax LMAO #shoutout to celldweller / blue stahli / starset / exit eden / delain too tho

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2001 All Japan GT Championship Series Skyline GT-R Power, Sprinting

The Japan GT Championship (JGTC) is Japan's most popular race, contested across the country in machines that have been modified based on two-door GT sports cars produced and sold by automakers. Modifications are permitted over a wide range of areas other than the basic monocoque frame, including the engine and suspension layout. Indeed, JGTC cars can be said to be racing machines based on commercially available cars and armed with cutting-edge technology.

He began competing in the JGTC with the Nissan GT-R as his main machine in 1994, when the series began. Since then, for seven seasons, the GT-R has continued to compete against powerhouses like the McLaren F1-GTR, Supra, and NSX, and has produced four series champions, the most for any Japanese manufacturer.

Rivals include machines with mid-mounted engines, and machines with rear-mounted engines to improve weight balance.

Although the sales model is equipped with an in-line 6-cylinder engine, some have been replaced with a lightweight and compact in-line 4-cylinder engine to create a GT vehicle. However, Nissan has dared to stick to the basic layout of the production GT-R, which is equipped with a twin-turbo inline 6-cylinder engine. This is proof that the development team has sufficient confidence in the high potential of the commercially available GT-R.

Nissan introduced the R34 GT-R in this fiercely competitive field in 1999, and it has been very successful. The GT-R's strengths lie in its drivability and reliability. Depending on the course layout and conditions, the GT-R always demonstrated stable fighting power, making it a ``strong machine'' that was sure to take the top spot in the final race. This season's GT-R is still strong. What's more, his off-season development has paid off, and in addition to his previous strength, he has also begun to demonstrate speed that exceeds his rivals. Although he has won only once, the victory he recorded in the 4th race was a complete 1-2 finish. It was a victory.

As of the end of the fifth round of the series, the GT-R's Krumm and Tanaka are firmly in second place in the battle for series points. The GT-R will rush forward as one, aiming for its fifth series championship.

Furthermore, Nissan's strength in the JGTC is not limited to the GT500 class, where the GT-R competes. Nissan enters the S15 Silvia in the GT300 class, and with two wins out of five races this season, Oyagi and Aoki's Silvia is at the top of the series points. In Round 4, the Silvia also achieved a 1-2 finish in the GT300 class, and together with the GT-R, achieved a remarkable feat of 1-2 finishes in two classes. At present, it has completely dominated the series, and is truly demonstrating the power of Nissan's technological capabilities. There are two races left in the series. Nissan's advance is accelerating.

#R34 GTR #JGTC #Super Taikyu

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no-side-us · 8 months

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Letters From Watson Liveblog - Sep. 19

The Dancing Men, Part 2 of 3

Is this case going to turn out to be one of Holmes' failures? There were a few similarities to The Five Orange Pips already, so hopefully it doesn't end with Hilton dying and the murderers getting away only to possibly die in a shipwreck.

Watson was right, this story has taken quite a dark turn. Unless this is all just gossip, then I'm guessing she shot him by accident and that's why she then decided to shoot herself.

I like the contrast of Watson and Holmes here after hearing about what happened. Holmes sits and speculates and thinks about the case and what he could have done differently, while Watson distracts himself with the countryside they're passing through.

So Elsie here lives! That's good! It's not all dark, then. I mean, her husband is dead and it's because of her indirectly, but at least she herself is still alive.

Well, after The Devil's Foot, I assume Holmes has become quite an expert on the ways in which gasses and fumes move through rooms and buildings.

I know that the criminal is likely to be caught soon, but with how solemn Holmes was acting about what happened earlier, him so quickly moving on to do other work is quite a change. I think it's inline with his character though, and the assumption could be made that he is simply distracting himself with other things.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

#letters from watson #the dancing men #sherlock holmes #john h watson #hilton cubitt #elsie patrick #elsie cubitt #inspector martin #mrs king #arthur conan doyle #liveblogging sherlock holmes

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lsotp · 5 months

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Helloooo!!! Hi!

quick question. Is the life of an infertile hen better than a fertile one?

(gosh. i'm feeling like a parasite because all i do is take and take and i don't even give you anything in return-

i want to make drabbles of your fic, but i don't know how to go about-)

(There’s absolutely no shame in asking questions about the world of LSotP. You are not a parasite. And if you want to make LSotP stuff, then go ahead! If you post to here or Ao3 then I would appreciate it if I were tagged so I can read it. Tagging my acc or using the LSotP tag works too.)

***Please note! This text wall contains content that may be upsetting to some readers! Please understand that this is only world lore. The dark and biggoted things this blog mentions are not the actual thoughts and opinions for the person that runs the blog. ***

**CW: Mentions of- Abuse, power imbalance, Personality wiping, Brain washing***

Your question:

I’d say since they are monsters and hence magic, infertility isn't really a thing.

Hens that don't want kids, however...

Oh boy.

The Calcians (skeletons) believe that everyone has a role in society to play, and a woman's job is to have kids. Should a traditional family have a young lady that does not want whelps, then they typically enroll her into the Institute.

The Institute then puts her through a program and pairs her with (more often than not-) a really strict and traditional sire.

The girl is re-educated and by the end of the program the new couple and by that point, their few children, are set up in a house to be monitored by the Institute for the next five years.

That way the 'problem' is fixed, and all the pieces of the puzzle fall where they need to fit. (Re-education: Typically, brain washing through cohesion and forced action and repetitive mottos and sayings. It strips the girls of any individuality and makes them obedient housewives. Often times a really traumatizing process. It keeps them inline by using trigger words to make them afraid of the use of the Institute mandated punishments.)

Sadly, these are typically the girls that are in the institute the fastest They are also there for a few years, "multiple babies are a must, after all!" So no, i'd say those who don't want kids really don't have a choice. They had better not voice their opinions on the matter if they want to stay out of trouble.

#lsotp #undertale au #dead dove fic

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i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me · 11 months

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Summer plans and wishes

Work out every day

I want to really focus on recovering from my eating disorder while also working towards my dream body in a healthy and productive way. Mostly by running, skipping, dance and swimming. I am not going to diet at all because I've never actually lost a significant amount of weight by changing the way I eat drastically and I'm already skinny.

Focusing on my mental health

I definitely have come a long way from who I was a year or two ago and I'm very proud of this. Regardless, I still have a lot of struggles that I want to deal with before school starts again. I'm trying to be more kind and considerate as a person and focusing on addressing my negative feelings.

Move into my new bedroom

My sister is moving out in a little over a week and even though I'll miss her terribly, I'm excited to have her old bedroom. I really feel like a new room will help me with my fresh start that I'm hoping for this September. I'm keeping it lilac and planning on adding some subtle changes but nothing too extreme as it's already very pretty and girly and bright as it is. I need to buy some new bedsheets (I've decided on these ruffle ones that are so cute and so soft) and stuff for my desk. In addition to moving into her bedroom, my parents are letting me re do our main upstairs bathroom as their bedroom is downstairs and neither of my brothers use that one. I'm planning on painting it pink and maybe getting a new vanity cabinet.

Trying to get back into the sports I love

I used to adore football for many years when I was younger. I've actually played pretty much my entire life. I quit two years ago and I miss it terribly. I want to join the girls team at our local club as long as it doesn't interfere with my ballet too much. I also want to go back to dancing, maybe two or three times a week to start until I feel confident enough to do four or five. I also would love to start inline skating again. I used to enjoy roller blading a lot when I was younger and its a great workout and very fun in general.

Starting modelling

I've wanted to model for quite some time now and my parents are very very supportive of my goals. I need to get some headshots and find a company. I'm only planning on doing this very casually until I'm eighteen when I can decide if its a career I want. To be honest, I'm just going to let my dad do all the actual hard work because he's good at things like that lol

My summer wishlist

• Stella McCartney heart shaped sunglasses

• Literally any item off of brandy melville

• Charlotte Tilbury makeup

• Floral Burberry purse

• Chanel Sunglasses

• More ralph lauren jumpers and cardigans

• Dyson air wrap

• Gucci tights

• Victoria's Secret pjs

• More light blue by dolce and gabbana

• Pink and blue coach purse

• Baby pink and baby blue bow uggs

• Swimwear from frankies bikinis

I hope everyone that follows me or sees this post can have the most angelic perfect summer ever

💞💞💞

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To achieve anything, you must be prepared to dabble on the boundary of disaster.

- Stirling Moss

To many, he’ll be known as the greatest Formula 1 driver to never win a championship, and while true, that statement does something of a disservice to the many incredible feats he chalked up in his life. His 16 wins in F1 were just the tip of the iceberg.

Single-seaters. Endurance racing. Road racing. Touring cars. Moss competed in them all, clocking up as many as 62 races in a single year. As an all-round talent, Moss was unbeatable.

Of the 366 races he finished he won most of them. 222, to be precise.

Although Moss’ F1 achievements are numerous enough to fill one very long article with them, it was arguably in the realm of sports cars in which he left his most significant mark.

It’s tricky to pick out one of Sir Stirling’s 16 F1 wins to feature over the rest, but his 1961 Monaco Grand Prix victory seals the deal for us for several reasons. His underpowered Lotus-Climax 18 shouldn’t have been anywhere near the pointy end of the grid, yet he bagged pole position, going on to win the race ahead of the Ferrari 156s which would go on to dominate the season. To cap it all off, the victory was given an extra dash of heroism by Moss’ decision to remove his car’s side panels to keep himself cool.

Away from the well-known racing exploits, Moss also dabbled in speed records. Along with a couple of endurance-based efforts in a Jaguar XK120 he also drove MG’s EX181 at the Bonneville Salt Flats in 1957.

The streamliner - nicknamed the ‘Roaring Raindrop’ - was powered by a supercharged 1.5-litre inline-four producing nearly 300bhp. Moss claimed five ‘Class F’ records in the vehicle, with a fastest flying kilometre average speed of 245.64mph.

Sir Stirling won the Nurburgring 1000km three times on the bounce - 1958, 1959 and 1960. With a fourth victory to his name in 1956, he’s won at the race - now known as the 6 Hours of Nürburgring - more than any other driver. In typical Moss fashion, he did so using a variety of cars - a Maserati 300S, an Aston Martin DBR1 and a Maserati Birdcage.

Moss’ top-flight motorsport career was cut short following a colossal crash at a non-championship race at Goodwood in 1962, which put him in a coma for a month. So severe was the collision, the Lotus’ steering wheel was infamously left bent out of shape from the impact of Sir Stirling’s head.

Not only did Moss recover from partial paralysis, he even managed to get back in a racing car the next year. And he was still fast; his test session laps in a Lotus 19 were said to be at a competitive pace. Regardless, Moss felt he’d lost his instinctive racing edge, and chose to end his motorsport career.

Still in his early 30s, he had packed an incredible amount into a short space of time. And that isn’t where his motorsport journey ended, either - he’d remain a prominent figure in the racing world for decades until illness would eventually force him to retire from public life in 2018. He died with Susie, his beloved wife, at his bedside in 2020, aged 90 years old.

#moss #stirling moss #grand prix #formula one #F1 #racer #racing #driver #racing car #british #motorsports #speed #adrenaline rush #icon

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