#70s custom vans

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Van Nuys Blvd. (1979)

#van nuys blvd gif #70s custom vans #drag race #70s movies #melissa prophet #william sachs #70s comedy #seventies #1979 #gif #chronoscaph gif

[cooterxp]

#crazy cooter #vintage #70s #van #custom #DODGE

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

SPACE TRUCKIN' IN THE SUPER-SEVENTIES -- "LOVE MACHINE" EDITION.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the Love Machine: a George Barris custom van of the late 1970s (with model). It was reportedly also made into a Hot Wheels toy, but quickly pulled from shelves when parents complained.

MINI-OVERVIEW: "It could surprise no one that George Barris, Hollywood’s King of the Kustomizers, was a leading player on on the themed show-rod scene. His Love Machine, built on a 1966 Dodge Tradesman chassis, cashed in on the ’70s custom van craze with a revolving bed and red velvet everywhere, and the plastic model kit version horrified mothers across America. In 1977, Barris repackaged his creation in red, blue, and silver as the Super Van, and it still exists in that form today."

-- MOTOR CITY GARAGE, "Five Fabulous Hot Rod Show Cars that Defied Taste and Logic," posted on November 26, 2016

Sources: www.pinterest.com/pin/182325484905847424 & Flickr.

#Love Machine Custom Van #Love Machine #Custom Van #George Barris Kustom Kars #Kustom Kars #Vanning #Classic Vans #Classic Vanning #Vintage Vanning #Sci-fi #Science Fiction #Sci-fi Fri #George Barris #George Barris Hollywood King of the Kustomizers #Kustom Kulture #Kustom #Americana #American Style #Super Seventies #1970s #70s #Vanning Culture #George Barris Love Machine #Love Machine Kustom Kulture #Vans

[march-hare01]

#sandman #Holden #gmh #musclecar #musclecars #muscle car #muscle cars #Australian muscle #HJ sandman #HJ #panelvan #van #beach #surf culture #classic #classic car #custom #custom car #1970s aesthetic #70s aesthetic #70s #1970s #good vibes #70s vibes #70s fashion #fashion #vogue #lifestyle #style #surf lifestyle

[coloursteelsexappeal]

#70s #cars #Dodge #Ram Van #B-series #custom van

[hififotos]

70′s Dodge “Street Van”

#dodge #tradesman #200 #70s #street #van #shag #carpet #custom #classic #orange #retro #hi-fi fotos #Hallewell

[wampyr1977]

are there car autistics on tumblr. can you please teach me your ways

#im mostly interested in vans #and van customization #not modern day 'tiny house' type bullshit either #im talking classic 70s van customization #ugly carpeting. outrageous color palettes. murals. hippie vans! SHAGGIN WAGONS!!!!! #if im not able to identify the model and year and manufacturer at a split second glance then what is the POINT

[moonstruckme]

I've never requested before so I'm quite nervous but may I request something with a reader thats like usually very chatty when coming home from work but maybe someone at their job said something rude or they just feel to tired to talk? preferably with poly!marauders but i dont mind any characters, i love your writing and i hope you have a wonderful day :] no pressure to write this ofc

Thank you for requesting lovely and hope you have a wonderful day as well! <3

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 677 words

Eddie’s van is idling at the curb when your shift ends. He grins as you get in, swapping his cherry coke to the hand already holding his cigarette to wrap the one closest to you around your thigh. It’s a favored spot. You’re always thinking you ought to trace an outline of his fingers and get it tattooed with “Eddie’s place” inside as a lark, but he’d definitely enjoy it way too much. 

“Hey there,” he drawls, voice saccharine sweet and expectant as he leans across the console toward you. You peck him on the lips. 

“Hi,” you say back. “You taste like cherries.” 

His grin is crooked, goofy in that unabashedly lovesick way that makes your heart stutter. He holds up his cherry coke like he’s making a toast. “T’was the point. You want a sip?” 

“Yes, please.” You take it from him, letting the cool fizziness wash over your sandpaper tongue. You’ve been craving a drink since halfway through your shift, when you’re fairly sure you’d willed all the water out of your body so you wouldn’t cry in the break room. Poor forethought. 

The syrupy sweetness is comforting, familiar like Eddie and summer days and the lake. It makes you feel a bit more normal. You have to stop yourself from gulping it all down, dropping it in the cup coaster as Eddie stubs out his cigarette and puts the van into gear. 

It takes until the first stoplight for you to realize he’s not headed towards home. “Where’re we going?” you ask. 

“To the arcade. We’re meeting Dustin and them there, remember?” 

“Oh. Right.” You’d totally forgotten. At least Robin should be there. 

Eddie gives you a sidelong glance. “Work was good?” 

If you’re being honest with yourself, about 70% of it was totally fine. “Mhm.” 

He hums back at you, short and low. “Okay. What’s wrong?” 

“Hm?” you hum again, unable to help it. “Nothing, why?”

“Don’t play dumb.” He squeezes your thigh meanly, metal rings biting into your skin. “You always want to gossip after work. Something happened, yeah?” 

You toy with your bottom lip, looking out the window. You’re quiet long enough that Eddie gives your leg another warning squeeze. 

“Talk.” 

“It wasn’t really anything,” you say, honestly but forcing a bit more offhandedness into your tone than maybe you really feel. “A customer got all pissy with me because he thought something should be on sale and it wasn’t, but I’m not, like, still sad about it.” 

Eddie doesn’t take his eyes from the road, but his lips purse unhappily. “But you were, huh?” 

“I was,” you allow. “But I’m not anymore. I guess it just tired me out.” 

He glances your way, as if to be sure you’re telling the truth, and hums. “M’sorry, baby. Still down for the arcade, or do you just wanna go home?” 

“No, I’m good.” You wrap your hand around his forearm, running a path from his wrist to the crook of his elbow and back again. “I wanna see Robin. I can rally.” 

Eddie nods contemplatively. The steady rumbling of the van is the only sound for a few seconds, and then he says, “On a scale of one to ten, where are you right now?” 

You think about it for a few moments. “A four,” you decide. 

He nods again. “Okay. By the time we leave the arcade, we’re gonna have you at a six.” 

You grin at him. It’s already easier. Eddie sees out of the corner of his eye, quirking a brow like you’re being a dork but then slipping his hand from your thigh to intertwine your fingers from his. He brings the back of your hand to his mouth, kissing it wetly. You know he's content to sit in silence as long as you need, but you have one more thing to say.

“I feel like finishing off your coke would bring me up to a solid four-point-five,” you suggest hopefully. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth kicks up. “It’s all yours, sweet thing.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x self insert #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson hurt/comfort #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fandom #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

[bells-kitchen]

Bell's Kitchen

Molly O'Shea

Works the bar for Van Der Linde's

Not Dutch's girlfriend in this au

Javier's best friend

"Head of" the bar. When she's on shift best believe it gets done, she knows her stuff and her energy when on the bar is next level

Lots of "my love", and "babe" towards customers

No specific favourite genre of music, loves a lot of 70s/80s. Expect her to play a lot of Dire Straits. Loves Lady Writer

Molly was one of the first people that Dutch and Hosea hired, alongside Susan Grimshaw and Micah Bell. She'd attended an art course in college, later meeting Matthews at an art show—he'd offered her the job after learning she was trying to save to pay back student loans. What started as a weekend job originally became her full time career and, alongside Charles, Molly became one of the best bar staff.

Wears lots of summer dresses, mostly in varied shades of blue//green.

Has a tattoo on her wrist of lillies

Writes poems in her free time

#rdr2 #rdr au: bell's kitchen #molly o'shea #rdr2 molly o'shea #rdr2 au #rdr2 modern au #bell's kitchen #headcanons #Spotify

[atomic-chronoscaph]

#custom van gif #chevy van gif #70s custom vans #vintage vans #70s aesthetic #70s fashion #chevrolet #van life #70s cars #seventies #1970s #gif #chronoscaph gif

[cooterxp]

#vintage #crazy cooter #cooter's #van #70s #custom

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

WHEELS & WOMEN OF A BYGONE AGE.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the 1977 Ford E-150 custom "TransAmVan" that used to tour the show car circuit in the late 70s, and, hey, a pretty girl alongside it, too. 📸: ❓

Source: www.pinterest.com/pin/225250418842024443.

#Trans Am Van #Vanning Culture #70s #No One Rides for Free #Custom Vanning #Vintage Vanning #1970s #Custom Vans #Vintage Style #Vanning #Retro Style #Custom Vanning Culture #Custom Van #Vans #Super Seventies #American Style #Classic Vans #Vanners #Photography #Space Truckin' #Classic Vanning #USA #70s Vanning #Americana #Pin-up Girls

[starryeyedmunson]

a date at the record store

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie pick each other tapes from the record store

warnings: none! just some fluffy fluff

author’s note: got this little anon request and thought it was so cute! enjoy the little blurb

word count: 851

You knew how much Eddie loved the record store. He was always trying to find new cassette tapes to learn the guitar to, and his love for music was one of the many reasons you loved him. You two were going to the record store now, reminiscing on the day he had awkwardly first asked you to hang out. You remembered it so vividly, how he was stuttering and looking down as he suggested going to the store and how you saw his face light up once you guys made it inside. He was like a kid in a candy store, and you found it absolutely adorable. 

As you pulled into the parking lot, he was already smiling to himself, excitedly hopping out of the van and practically skipping to the passenger side to open the door for you. You smiled back at him as you got out, and he gave you a quick kiss before wrapping his arm around you to lead you inside. The little bell rang when you two opened the door, the owner looking up and greeting his two favorite customers.

“Hey, I have an idea,” you said, looking up at him.

“What’s that, baby?”

“Let’s pick out a tape for each other!” you quipped. His eyes lit up as they had on your first unofficial date, and he grinned.

“I barely trust you, but I’ll bite because I love you,” he said sweetly. You clapped your hands together and spun around to find the perfect tape for your loving boyfriend. You heard him chuckle as he walked to a different part of the store. Every once in a while you looked over at him and saw him deep in thought as he pondered over the 70s section; he knew how much you loved artists like ABBA and Fleetwood Mac. You were looking hard in the metal section, but you were completely clueless.

Eddie made his way towards you, and as he approached he was holding something behind his back. You noticed him and shooed him away.

“No peeking!” you said in a high-pitched voice, and he laughed.

“Do you even know what you’re looking for, my love?” he said through a smile.

“Yes” you said slowly, and he raised an eyebrow. “Shut up, let me work my magic.” He rolled his eyes before kissing the top of your head and giving you your space to think. You scanned the tapes for what seemed like hours, until your eyes landed on the perfect one. You grinned to yourself as you snatched it from its placeholder, spinning back around and hiding it behind your back as you walked to the front desk.

Eddie walked up behind you, but you still hid the tape from him. He laughed as he paid for the two tapes, neither of you showing each other the present you had picked. Once the transaction had completed, you excitedly ran outside with your boyfriend following you.

“Alright, music connoisseur,” he said. “What was the result of your little magic trick?”

“No, no, no, you first,” countered, crossing your arms but still hiding the little cassette in your hand.

“Okay, you ready?” he said, dragging out the question.

“Shut up and show me, Munson.” He took his hand from behind his back, revealing the little plastic box. You took it from him, instantly smiling. In your hand you held “School’s Out” by Alice Cooper, a song you had grown to love from listening to it countless times in Eddie’s room. You looked up at him with a huge smile on your face, and he couldn’t hold in his smile either.

“I got you your own tape since I knew you loved it so much,” he said. “Please tell me you don’t already have it ‘cause that’ll be just super awkward if you do.”

“It’s perfect, now I can stop stealing yours,” you said, and he chuckled.

“Your turn, baby.”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, uncrossing your arms and extending your arm to hand him the tape. You opened one eye to look at his reaction, and relaxed when you saw the twinkle in his eyes. He took it from you with both hands, and his attention was completely zoned in on the cassette in his hands.

“How did you know I wanted this?”

“Like I said, magic,” you said with a smirk. He raised his eyebrows. “You like?”

“I don’t like,” he said, and your face fell for a moment. “I love.” His eyes flickered back down to the copy of Judas Priest’s “Turbo Lover” before they rested back on your face. He put the tape in the pocket of his stitched jean jacket before cupping your face in his hands, pressing a loving kiss on your lips. You moved your hands to his arms, and you two stayed like that for a moment. He pulled away but still kept his forehead to yours. “I love it almost as much as I love you, darling.” You smiled back at him, giving him another small kiss.

“And I love you.”

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things drabble #drabble #oneshot

[sc4bpuppy]

Aye my houston peeps.i don't usually make serious post. But one of my customers was talking about how many serial kilelrs used to be in the heights in the 70s. How they used to entice people into their fancy cars and shifty vans alike with like a fucking doobie. What I'm saying is. If two guy approach u in the cvs line and ask u to smoke some weed with them don't go. Say no and stay alert. Carry mace. Carry a knife. Carry a fucking airhorn. Take no shits. Take no chances.

#awareness #self defense #htx #not joking it was surreal #ive never had strangers approach me and offer me weed #anywhere that wasnt a club oe a party #unless theyre like dealers or whatever #but still be alert take no shits #take no chances

[mickmundy]

Ooh, is the vampire AU set in the same settings as the game? Or are we talking gothic mansion? I can imagine Medic having a very over the top place with bloodstained white curtains everywhere adkahskafsjs!

Also, would Sniper's van be at all included, like a Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust type of vehicle? ((Armour padded, crosses on the top and full of hunting equipment)) or would he have plants as well- and Sir Hootsalot!! How would they be in it, if at all?

Have a great day!!! Thanks!!

OMG EHEHEHE I HAD TO THINK ABOUT THIS ONE!!! SO IM SORRY FOR THE SLOW REPLY!! ;__; GWAAHHHH but!! EHEHE LETSA GOOOOO

i think it's going to be set in the 60's-70's-ish time, i don't want to go Full Edwardian because i'd just prefer to have more "writing luxuries" with electricity and more Modern vehicles readily available to me HEH (also i think people jump to it being Ye Olde Era with vampire tropes and i like to mix things up!)...

However i think medic does live in a Castle because he's dramatic and since castles exist presently, there's no sense in them not existing back in the 60's too! while i think medic would rock the Super Frilly Vampire Outfits i just picture his silhouette to be much more Clean.. his in-game cosmetics are more of the style i'm imagining, a bit Sleeker and not as bulky.

he's still in professional/"formal" attire and his home is very dramatic and extravagant! he strikes me as the type who would love the "brooding german castle on a mountain on the outside" vibe but the inside would still be Practically suited to him with modern-for-the-70s appliances and amenities. and lots of kitschy decor and heavy fabrics like fur and velvet (to contrast sniper's love of corduroy and wool)!

and OMG YES i think sniper's van would absolutely be included!! just because i hate to separate him from it :'( i think he makes his customers ship his van around when they hire him LOL or just some "cartoon logic" of like oh yeah the van just goes where he goes. drops out of the sky like its being spawned in on gmod... HEHE.. and EHEE HOOTSIE.... i might include her, i think traveling with an animal like hoots would be kind of difficult with how much sniper would be moving around as a hunter in this particular universe, but i'm also just tempted to apply the same Van Logic to hoots... maybe this time around i'll give him a reptile that he can keep safely in his van HEH! >:)

#vamphunter medsnip #asks #eclipseflint #TYYYYY MY FRIEND ;__; GWAAHH

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Geralt's Van

Geralt has a thing for vintage stuff, so Yennefer wasn't a bit surprised when he came home from a contract with a barely running 70's model Chevy full size custom van.

It had been thrown in as a bonus by the man who'd hired him after he noticed Geralt eyeing it. It had been a convenient way to get the old vehicle off his hands.

It was sh*t brown, with the classice yellow, orange and red stripe design on the sides. Or it would be, if not for the patches of faded paint and rust.

The inside was just as worn: a heavily stained backseat that pulled out into a bed. Ratty old under seat box speakers, and a small wall mounted liquour cabinet.

The interior was done in rotting wood paneling, and the floor was covered in puke green, very worn shag carpeting that was so matted down, it couldn't have been fluffed back up with a rake.

There were even two broken old milk crates that looked as if they had been used as extra seating. And of course it smelled like stale alcohol, the cigarette ash, illegal substances, and incense. Perfectly normal for a "Shaggin' Wagon"

Yennefer thanked all the gods that it didn't have the traditional artwork on the side involving dragons, unicorns, wizards, and naked fairies.

She said as much when she'd first seen it and questioned Geralt's decision making capabilities.

Geralt had named it 'Roach'. Yennefer called it The Creeper Van, and Jaskier made all kinds of drug and sex jokes about it. Ciri refused to be seen in it, or even in its general vicinity.

Geralt began slowly restoring it between contracts. The day finaly came when he and Jaskier tore out the entire interior. Yennefer had never seen so many cockroaches, or heard Jaskier scream so loud.

She'd straight up cackled when both of them had fallen out of the van and scrabbled on the ground in a panic, swatting at themselves and screaming. Everybody's gangster until the cockroaches start flying.

Geralt had redone the interior in a cabin theme, complete with full rustic wood interior, faux wolf fur blankets on the bed, and dark brown shag carpeting. And of course string lights.

He'd added a few vintage tin signs, some truly hideous vintage plaid curtains, and a chair made out of half of an old whiskey barrel.

Geralt spent a few weeks trying to decide how to have it repainted. He had kind of grown fond of the original paint job and wanted to just have it redone.

Yennefer had suggested he should paint it white with a picture of Pedobear on the side so he could keep with the classic Creeper Van theme.

Jaskier hadn't been any more helpful with his suggestion of a tie-dye Magic Mushroom theme.

Ciri had suggested lighting it on fire and rolling it into the nearest body of water.

She was apparently still mad at Geralt and Lambert for trying to pick her up from school in it.

It was embarrassing enough for your Dad and Uncle to pick you up in a lame, old a** van, but did they also have to be blasting Dragula? Not that she had anything against the song, it was just that...why did they have to be headbanging???

At least Jaskier had a cool motorcyle and would let her pick the music!

Geralt ignored his friend's unhelpful suggestions and took the van to be repainted. Yennefer had, inspite of herself, been unable to keep from smiling. He'd gone balls to the wall.

He'd kept the brown with the stripes, but on BOTH sides was the obligatory airbrushed scene. Yennefer shook her head fondly as she examined the scene.

A massive, fierce golden dragon roared from a mountain top, while a sexy sorceress ( who bore a striking resemblance to Yennefer), sat astride a rearing white unicorn (he couldn't leave out their inside joke) with flaming hooves and ligthning bolts shooting out of its horn. Two snarling wolves with glowing eyes bristled at the unicorn's feet. There was also a tiny, naked fairy sitting on the sorceress's shoulder.

Yennefer tried to hide her smile. The fairy on the left side of the van was delicate and beautiful. The fairy on the right side was also delicate, but her face looked like the artist had used this side of the van for practice. Her face was not exactly feminine...

"I see you included the naked fairy." Yennefer remarked

Geralt: *smug hm*

It kind of looks like Jaskier

No it doesn't!

Ciri *completeing her walk around of the van* Why does this fairy look like Jaskier?

IT DOES NOT!

Jaskier had laughed his a** off when he'd seen it.

So had Geralt's brothers, and Right Side Fairy was officially named 'Jaskier'.

Roach became Geralt and Jaskier's mobile Man Cave. They never had to worry about finding a place to sleep when they were traveling on the Path.

Even Ciri warmed up to it, and found it was a nice place to hang out and listen to Jaskier work on new songs. The sound system Geralt had installed under the backseat/bed was top quality, and the string lights made it feel like a cozy little backyard bar.

Geralt did get pulled over a few times, not for drug searches, but for photo ops from admirers. It wasn't evey day you saw a restored vintage rolling rumpus room.

But there was one time Geralt got into trouble in the van. He had a bad habit of pulling over when he saw Jaskier walking in town and picking him up.

He'd been driving around downtown with Lambert, when he'd seen Jaskier coming out of the recording studio. He'd pulled over, and Lambert had whipped open the sliding door and dragged a startled Jaskier inside.

They'ed almost been arrested when bystanders called the police, thinking they were witnessing a kidnapping. Yennefer had portaled over and spoken to the cops just in time to save their backsides. She never let them live it down.

#geralt #geralt of rivia #the witcher #the witcher headcanon #the witcher modern au #ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #yennefer of vengerberg #yennefer #geraskifer #twn #the witcher netflix #geraskefer #geralts van headcanon