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devilbat · 5 years

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Super Bowl, Super Bored.

Warning: just fluff, and football

A/n: I was bored and this idea came up with a friend @darkprincessloki92 so here is is may be boring I don’t know just wanted to write it. Haha sorry to any football fans from either team.

Tom Hiddleston x reader Evans!

It was never easy being Chris Evans baby sister. You only wanted to have a normal life at times. Your dorky football loving brother always made life a bit difficult. Like your dating life for starters. It was like Chris found it his soul purpose to find aways for you to not dating. Though if you did bring a potential suitor, they would get imitated by Chris. Or would only want to date you cause you were Chris’s little sister. It was never easy. Until you meet Chris friend Tom Hiddleston, aka Loki. The first time, was while you brother was filming the first Avengers.

You happened to be on set for a month while you brother filmed. The day you met Tom he was in full Loki gear. You were looking for Chris when you turned the corner and was knocked down to your ass by the handsome god at the time. He definitely took your breath away that was for sure. Apologizing as he helping you up. Though he never let your hand go. Of course he asked who you were and you told him you name. Followed by Chris Evans little sister. He was definitely taken back by the fact that you were his sister. But that did not stop either of you becoming friends.

Though of course Chris wouldn’t let you date him even if Tom wanted to. Once Chris saw you hanging around Tom more often then not. He found ever chance to step in the way or hang out with the both of you. Though after that you and Tom still stayed friends, kept in touch over the years. You were still in love him. Always wanting him. Chris always knew the two of you like each other.

It was your thing with your brother to go to super Bowl. Okay it wasn’t your thing. But actually going to the game was always fun. This year your brother got tickets. His friend Chris Pratt was also another footballl fan, though he didn’t like the patriots like your brother. What you didn’t know is Tom was in town. And Chris May have Suckered poor Tom into going with. Saying that he need to know what it was like to go to one of the greatest American pastime. Tom may have had high hope you would be there too. But figured you were not the type of girl to go to these things.

You found you brother all geared up in Patriots gear. While you decided on simply wearing an oversized hoodies and leggings with boots. It was cold out. You didn’t wear any makeup, didn’t even do you hair, you looked like you just rolled out of bed. You never thought Tom of all people would be there so what’s the point. Not like your brother would let any guy near you. You were sure he threatened Pratt.

“Y/n where is your game day Spirit.” He chuckled. You only rolled your eyes in response. “Did you just get out of bed?”

“Yep, sure did. I want to be comfortable and warm. Unlike that guy who is painted blue with a big P on his chest. I don’t have nuts, but they are freezing off just looking at the idiot.” You stated. Pratt soon showed up.

“Err, I’m so pumped, lets get this game started.” Him and Chris chest bumped and all you could do was pinch the bridge of your nose and shake you head. God this was going to be a long game.

“I’m only here for Adam, I’m only here for Adam.” You chanted. The halftime show was the only thing you really were looking forward too. Pratt smacked you on the back of the shoulder.

“Oh come on y/n. Where’s that game face. Grrr.” Pratt growled in over excitement. Chris looked at his Phone. As he walked over to the both of you.

“All right lets go. Our friends are waiting in the sky box for us.” Chris smirked as the three of you walked inside. Trying to avoid people and stay tightly close to your brother or Pratt not wanting to get separated. Making it to the box as Chris called it. Noticed a rather tall form clad in pea coat and trousers. God you almost thought it was Tom but the last time you heard or spoke with him, he had a beard and shaggy hair. This man didn’t look to have it.

“Tom!” Both Chris’s shouted. The man turned. You eyes widened as you stared at a five o’clock shadow Tom Hiddleston. As he hugged the two dorks. ‘Fuck’ you’re so underdressed. Now you felt like you looked like a hot mess in front of Tom.

“Y/n darling.” Tom’s voice pulled you out of your mentality kicking yourself for not looking cute. You felt Tom pull you into a very tight hug.

“Tom.” You squeaked out. You’re arms wrapped around his waist. Attempting to to pull yourself into him more. It had been so long when you last saw him. Both of you hugged a little too long. As your brother cleared his throat. Making you and Tom pull away rather quickly. Tom did his little ehehe, that made you weak in the knee. As he rubbed the back of his neck.

Tom and you seated behind both Chris’s when the games starts. Trying to get caught up with him. But it’s hard to hear half the time with the screaming, yelling and cursing coming from both your brother and Pratt. Tom did move in closer Quite a few times. Making your breath hitched. Or when his hand touched yours. Both you and Tom decided to go and find a snack booth. Well mostly you Tom was just going to walk with you. As you practically yelled at your brother that you both were going to go grab some snacks. The the halls of the stadium were still full of people. Not as bad as earlier, but enough for to wrap your arm around his, as you hand rested on his bicep. You had to restrain yourself from rubbing you hand along it. Tom looked over to you eyebrow raised.

“I didn’t want you to get lost.” You giggled. He nodded with a chuckle. Both passed merchandise shop. Selling both teams good. You smiled innocently. “Tom, lets have some fun.” You point over the the shop.

“Darling-“ Tom was about to protest but you pulled at him. You bit you lip looking up at him batting your eyelashes at him. With a heavy sigh he let you pull him in. He let you put whatever on him. You pulled a new hoodie over you pairing it with a scarf and beanie with a little fluffy ball on Top. Of course this was all stuff from the opposite team of your brothers team. Handing Tom a zip up hoodie. Then throw a baseball cap on his perfect hair. He look way to handsome for his own good in normal clothes.

“Darling, I got it.” He pulled out his wallet before you could pull yours out to pay.

“Tom, I got a lot stuff though.” You protest. Pouting at the man.

“Don’t worry about love. Beside you looks cute.” He smiled with a bit of a wink. Damn him for being charming. Tom held out his arm for you to grab as you both walked out of the store. Walking over to the concession stand. Both of you waited in line. Tom stood in front of you looking at what they had, you already knew what you wanted. Behind you someone obviously had way to much to drink. Started talking, at first you Ignored him. Until you felt his arm wrapped around your waist.

“I said baby, why is it all the hot girls here are rams fans. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll see that you get some patriot in you.” Your eyes went wide. Did you hear him right. Tom whipped around. Tom was definitely a lot tall then the guy that had his grimy hands on you. As you pulled yourself out from his grasp.

“You will not talk to my girl like that.” Tom growled he sounding almost like Loki, but his accent was very strong when he was mad. You jaw went slack at his words did he just say his. You could feel Tom tensing up. “I think you owe her an apology.”

“Oh wow no wonder she’s a rams fan her boyfriend is one we fought to have our freedom from.” The man slurred over his words. You put your hand on Tom chest. To calm him or yourself weren’t really sure what was going to happen here. Until someone else grabbed the guy.

“I’m terribly sorry for my friends actions. It does not excuse them.” The drunk man’s friend spoke pulling his friend away from the two of you. You could feel Tom relax. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you’re holding.

“Are you all right?” Tom asked looking down at you.

“Yes I’m fine Tom, not the first time I’ve had a guy hit on me or whatever that was.” You laughed. “Though I would like to know” You said slowly biting your lip your hand rested on Toms forearm. “When did I become yours?”

“Eheheh, you heard that’s.” Tom rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean I would like it if you would be mine.” Tom’s hand moved up, his finger hooked under your chin pulling it up more. As his head dipped down. But before Tom could take a hole of your lips with his. Someone cleared their throat behind him.

“Sir, ma’am would you like to order something?” The person at the register had really bad timing you thought. Though you giggled as Tom cursed. Before turning around. Both of you ordered and moved out the way heading back.

“So, Tom to answer your question.” You stopped Tom from walking pulling him off to the side. Grabbing him by the shirt pulling him flushed against you. Tugging on the collar of his hoodie you lips found his. Kissing him softly. Before letting him go. “Though you’ll have to run this play by big brother Evan. He not a fan of guys dating his little sister.”

“Awe Chris is a big pussy cat. I’m sure he wouldn’t have a problem with it.” Tom chuckled. As you looked behind Tom. Tom visibly tensed up. “He’s behind me isn’t he.” He was about to turn around. When you grabbed him.

“No, but your face was priceless. Pussy cat hum?” You teased Tom before kissing him again. Making your way back to where Your brother and Pratt, were still screaming and yelling. Tom and you took your seats behind them. When Evan turned around.

“Where did you two go?” Your brother asked suspiciously. “And what in God’s name are you two wearing!” Only making you both laugh.

“Oh we had to get Tom in the game spirit and what better way then opposing side. Besides I think he’s a little more then irritated with the fact we put “perfectly good” tea in a harbor. Oh and, Tom and I are going on a date tonight.” You smiled innocently.

“So we put some tea in a Harbor big deal they did try and take over.” You brother hissed. Then turned back to the game. Tom looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Wait for it. 5, 4, 3, 2, and.” You pointed at Evan as he quickly turned on his heels to look at the two of you. You looked at him with big doe eyes.

“Wait what. What do you mean going out on a date.” Of it weren’t for the fact that Chris was all ready red in the face from screaming at the game or the fact that is was cold out. You would say it was because of what you said.

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corrahdarling · 6 years

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Blood Donor- Chapter One- The Blood Bank Welcomes You

Story Summary: Harper Chase is a young woman that is unwillingly drawn into a world that she didn't know existed. She quickly meets Adam, a vampire, and becomes his life source. Will she discover that she likes his lifestyle, or will she run for the hills?

*Warning: As this fic is about a vampire (Tom Hiddleston's Adam in Only Lovers Left Alive) it will contain copious amounts of blood... Please be aware before reading!*

A/N: Hi guys! I've been thinking about this story for awhile. I have a love for Tom Hiddleston's Adam, and wanted to write a little story about him. Let me know what you guys think! -C

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“Come on, just one more drink!” The woman’s loud shout was barely heard over the jovial voices in the crowded bar. “No, I don’t think we need any more drinks, Lainie! I can barely stand as it is… Come on, let’s go back to our hotel!” It was three a.m., and we were in a rowdy bar in Detroit. My best friend, Lainie, had chosen to go to several clubs and bars for her bachelorette party, and I had gone along with it. It was her night, right? She was more of a partier than I was, and could definitely hold more liquor than me. I was way too intoxicated for my own good, and Lainie was still drinking and dancing. I really don’t know how she does it. “Come on, Lainie, we need to get back to our hotel! We are wasted enough as it is…” “Okay, Harper, just give me one more song… one more dance with, um… what’s your name, sweetheart?” Lainie looked at the dark-haired man she was dancing with. “It’s Mike…” He replied. “Yes… I need to finish my dance with Mike here, and then we’ll leave…” I huffed… “Fine. Hurry up!” I looked around for the three other girls that were with us, who I found to be cuddled up in various parts of the bar with men of their own. My head was spinning as I looked around the dim building… the pounding of the music and the cocktails were getting to me, and I knew that I needed some air and a place to sit down… and fast. I found my way outside, and plopped down onto a bench. It was crowded outside the bar as well… the street that we were on always seemed to be hopping, as there were several bars and clubs lining it. As I tried to focus on the people passing by me on the street, a shorter man came into view. He seemed to be fairly attractive, and his eyes were even more intoxicating than the alcohol I had consumed. “Excuse me, ma’am, I am from the Detroit Blood Bank. We are signing people up to be possible blood donors, if needed. May I ask your blood type?” “Uh… you are getting signatures for blood donors at three a.m.? Outside a bar?” I tried to concentrate on the man’s face, but things were just too blurry to make out the smaller details. “Yes, ma’am. More people are out on the streets during the night here, so that is when we canvas the area.” “Oh… well… I am only in town for two more days. Sorry.” “It’s okay, ma’am. Maybe we’ll have the need for you while you are here. Would you please consider giving life to another being?” “Ugh… fine. Where do I sign?” He handed me a pen, and used a long, pale finger to point to a line. “Right here ma’am. We really appreciate you doing this!” I scribbled my name, Harper Chase, as the man pointed to another line. “Please write your blood type here, ma’am.” As I wrote my blood type on the paper, the man became visibly excited, and even though my vision was hazy I could see his widened eyes and frightening smile. “Oh, my. That’s a very rare blood type… Hmm… I changed my mind, we need you now.” And that’s when everything went black…

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The cold, hard ground underneath my body was the first thing I noticed as I woke. My pounding head was the second. Had Lainie taken me back to the hotel? My eyes opened slowly, and I gasped as I realized that I was in what appeared to be a jail cell. The walls were painted, tan cinderblocks, and the floor was very hard concrete. What had I done? What had happened? Where was I? I could feel something on my arm, and as I looked down, I noticed a black band of gauze around the bend of my arm. Underneath the gauze lay a cotton ball with a tiny drop of blood on it. Oh, blood! The last thing I remembered was the man asking for me to sign the blood donor form… and now I’m here. As I was trying to piece together the events that had led me here, I was distracted by a man and woman meeting outside of my cell. “Are her results back yet, Donovan?” The woman asked. “I just received them. Here…” He handed the woman a manilla folder and she opened it, moving her eyes back and forth as she read the paper she pulled from it. “Oh, Donovan… She’s perfect… Clean as a whistle, except for the alcohol. You know what this means… we must call Adam. He’s had a reservation for someone… just like her. You know how handsomely he pays us when something like this comes around.” The smirk that appeared on the man’s face, made me shudder. “Are you sure, Cassandra? Come on… aren’t you tempted? Can’t we have some of her first? Adam will never know.” “No! You know better than that. Adam only accepts perfect, untainted blood… if he found out that we took advantage of the situation, before preparing her for his enjoyment…” She scoffed. “You know what would happen.” The man sighed. “I know.” “Go alert him, then. I will prepare her.” The man turned and walked out of my line of vision, while the woman entered my cell, complete with a bundle of items. The woman was lovely… long red hair, nearly translucent skin, very sharp, red nails, and a beautiful outfit made completely of black leather. She laid the bundle of items on the floor beside me, and reached out to move the stray hair out of my face. “Don’t touch me! Where am I?” I shouted, as I sat up and quickly scooted to the back wall. The woman smiled and nonchalantly scooted closer to me as she spoke. “My dear… you are at the Detroit Blood Bank, of course. You signed a form allowing for your presence here.” “No, no, no. I signed a form saying that I might give blood if needed while I was in Detroit.” “I know… and that is precisely why you are here. We’ve tested your blood, and it seems as if you are a perfect donor match for our client, Adam. He’s very picky and normally gets clean, filtered blood from the hospital’s blood bank… but he likes it best when it comes straight from the source.” The woman spoke with such grace and elegance… it almost seemed as if she was from a different time period. “Straight from the source? Wait, I don’t understand.” “You don’t need to understand, dear. Not yet, anyway. You see, you are very special… One like you only comes around every few years. That is why we let you… donate blood here. Won’t you help save a being? Our clients are so very important to us here…” I was utterly confused. Certainly, this was no hospital. She continued. “Look into my eyes, girl.” I looked up into the woman’s beautiful, hypnotizing amber eyes, as she caressed the side of my face with her left hand. “I know you are scared. It will all be okay, I promise.” While looking into her eyes, and enjoying the feeling of her cold hand stroking my flushed face, I failed to see the needle and syringe she procured from her bundle. I hissed as I felt a sharp pain in my arm, followed by the cold liquid she injected. “What was that?” I hissed, as I began to feel the effect of the drug… I needed to get out of here, but I felt like I was floating. With a flourish, she held her hand out and I reluctantly gave her my hand, letting her help me up off of the concrete floor. My body seemed to override my brain. She smiled warmly. “That’s just something to help filter all that nasty alcohol out of your blood, along with a little something to help you relax. There you are, dear… Now, I need you to come with me please. Mmm… Adam is just going to love you.” The drug was making me very dizzy, and I stumbled as I followed her through the cell-lined hallway. The cells were full of both men and women… mostly sleeping on the floor, but some were awake and looked as confused as I was. She led me up two flights of stairs until we turned down a long hallway, finally stopping before a rich, dark wooden door. “We must clean you before I give you over to our client. Come.” As we crossed the threshold of the door, I noticed it was a beautiful powder room, complete with a shower and lovely, brightly lit vanity. “Here, dear, is where we will prepare you for your suitor…” She smirked. “At least for the night anyway.” “Suitor? What the hell did I sign? I’m not a hooker!” My head was spinning, and I was thankful that I had slept off a lot of the alcohol, otherwise I’d be in even more trouble. She laughed loudly. “Oh, no, dear. You are far from a lady of the night. You are very, very important. You are essentially ensuring the survival of my race just by being here. Now, get in the shower, wash your body and hair with the soap that is provided to you, and then we’ll get you ready. Go on, get in the shower.” Maybe I’m dreaming? That’s it! I have to be dreaming. Maybe I’ll wake up soon, and I’ll be in the hotel snoozing beside my best friend… I hope. I stepped into the black tiled shower, and shed my clothes quickly. Maybe stepping under the water will shock me enough to wake me up! No such luck… I stepped into the stream of water and I held the cloth out, squeezing the plastic bottle of unscented soap onto it, rubbing it together to make it lather. “Wash up good, girl!” Cassandra said from outside of the shower. When I looked back at her, I could see that she was peeking around the edge, salivating over my form. Her eyes drifted from the water running over my legs up to concentrate on my neck. My self-consciousness got the better of me, and I snatched the towel off the hook, and wrapped it around myself quickly. The woman cleared her throat loudly. “Now, I’ll get you some clothing. Adam prefers dark, loose clothing… easier to get to your body, that way.” “Get to my body?” “Yes…” The woman began to filter through clothes that hung in the large closet in the room. “You see, some suitors prefer their… playthings… in tight, extravagant clothing, such as corsets and complicated lingerie… Adam’s not like that. He’s more of a no-nonsense kind of man. He doesn’t like to be tempted for very long, and he likes easy access to his life-source.” Huh? This woman spoke in riddles. “Here, put this on.” She threw a small piece of fabric at me. As I unfolded it, I realized it was a thin-strapped, short, black, silk dress. It was actually beautiful and very simple, I thought, as I slid to over my head and smoothed it over my thighs. It fit perfectly. Cassandra, as the man called her, sat me at the vanity and used a blow drier on my hair, making it shiny and smooth, and pulling it to the side to let it trail over my right shoulder. “You are so lovely. Adam’s a lucky man. Although, you need to look like you’ve got some blood circulating in that body. Let’s add some color to those cheeks.” She retrieved a red stain, and applied it lightly to the apples of my cheeks and lips. “There… you’re all ready.” She stepped back to survey her handiwork “…beautiful. Now, if you’ll follow me…” I stepped out of the powder room, and almost ran into the man that Cassandra had been conversing with earlier. “My, my. You look much different than you did when we drug you in here.” He leaned toward me and sniffed lightly, a look of ecstasy springing to his face. “You still smell delicious. Cassandra? Please? Just a little bit?” He looked toward the redheaded woman. “No, Donovan. I’m putting her in a car right now. She’s going to Adam.” “Fine.” The man said as he scowled at us. He was handsome and terrifying all at the same time. I followed Cassandra closely, as we made our way to a back door. I breathed deeply as the cool air hit my face. Should I run? Try and make a break for it? “I wouldn’t, if I were you.” The woman responded. “Um… Did I say that out loud?” She smiled at me. “Let’s just say I have a gift. I’ve been hearing your thoughts this whole time. Ah, here we are.” She tilted her head toward a man driving up in a very nice Mercedes. “This man is known as the Courier. You can trust him.” As the car came to a halt, Cassandra opened the door and gave me a gentle nudge making me plop down into the backseat. “This one’s going to Adam. Get her there safely. He’s expecting her.” “Yes ma’am.” The large man replied. With a wink, she slammed the door and the car began to move. “We will arrive in about fifteen minutes, ma'am.” He said. I had so many questions, but I just nodded. I was still convinced that this was all a dream, so I’ll just let it all play out and wake up in a little while, right? I wondered just who this ‘Adam’ was, why he was so important, and just why he needed me so desperately…

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guildedtittytwister · 5 years

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Its not video games its people.........

In 2019 alone a whopping 1,325 people fell victim to mindless gun violence and to this notion the government has decided to reuse a chapter in their war on video games which took place in the late 1990’s and early 2000’s because instead of address an already preexisting problem with the status quo they would turn attention to shit that has literally nothing to with the blatant disregard for human life, in fact, when you look at the demographic of these perpetrators of violence there is a 98% common denominator and that is the these are WHITE MEN………. Now the new would have you believe that these men are the result or statistic of mental illness but according to Dr. Michael Stone Ph.D. - about half of the 200 mass murderers he had studied had no clear evidence of mental illness before the attacks. About a quarter displayed signs of depression and psychopathy. Also most of the shooters had access to mental health treatment but saw no need for it or ended up acting on their violent urges regardless of treatment or counseling, case in point a one: Elliot Rodger - saw several therapists before killing six people in Isla Vista, California back in May 2014 – even still with all that had happened his therapist disagreed with the nature of his mental illness stating that his mental illness and sudden propensity for this level of violence had no visible correlation. Or Adam Lanza – who shot and killed 20 children and six adults at Sandy-Hook Elementary School before going home and killing his own mother back in December of 2012 even after receiving years of counseling from both psychiatrists and psychologists. Now what they don’t (or rather won't) tell you about Adam is that he had Asperger’s Syndrome which is a mild form of Autism, even still, all of those who counseled him or dealt with him to any capacity agree that his mental health had no correlation whatsoever with the acts that he was responsible for in the Sandy-Hook shooting. And to further solidify my point allow me to mention Devin P. Kelley had assaulted his wife and stepson five years before he killed 26 people in Sutherland Springs, Tex., in November, according to the authorities. Robert L. Dear Jr. beat his ex-wife’s head against the floor years before he killed three people at a Planned Parenthood clinic in Colorado Springs in 2015. And Omar Mateen, who killed 49 people in Orlando, Fla., on June 2016, had a history of beating his ex-wife, she told the authorities.

“Having a history of violence might help neutralize the natural barriers to committing violence,” Paul Gill, a senior lecturer in security and crime science at University College London who studies the behavior of lone-actor terrorists, said in 2016. With all these pertinent things being said there is still for some ungodly reason or another a lack of visual understanding of why this has happened for some reason no one and I mean no one is pointing out the truth of the matter instead they would rather say that – I’m citing this from a news article that recently popped up on my timeline - “Missing father and America’s Broken Boys – The vast majority of mass shooters come from broken homes” to which I say “NAH….. Fuck that…” now don’t get me wrong the title would lead one to believe that these supposed boys are just victims of fucked societal status quo – but allow me to spin a web of facts for you….. Before my stepfather came into our lives (mines and my mother’s) my mother was the victim of domestic abuse – trust me when I say that it’s definitely part of why I’m so fucked in the head. My father wasn’t around because he had the thought fixated in his cerebellum that he was not my father – egg on his face because I am that nigga’s twin – and we have (because fuck a past tense the shit’s still evident) family that just doesn’t see fit to help anyone outside of themselves so in many aspects we – Myself quite truly come from an otherwise broken home. At a very early age I had to endure mind-numbing and traumatizing shit to survived till adult-hood, considering the common environment of inner-city youth – which a lot of us 80’s and 90’s babies saw it all – drugs, sex, aids, rape, molestation, etc. etc. etc…. not many of us can say that we would at any point shoot up a place or commit crimes with the same level of heinousness. Truth be told a lot of us never received any attention from the local or federal government because of our traumas – granted that is also our parent’s faults for forcing the stereotypes that “black people can’t have mental illness” - or – “pray about it because that’s just the devil working on you” – or my personal favorite – “only white people have mental illnesses” needless to say that black families or rather Families of colors – because not all of it is the black family are inherently guilty of trying to maintain some superficial image while transgressing their child’s mental and by extension overall physical health to placate to society’s hackneyed notion that black people are too strong to exhibit any kind of emotion other than giddy coonery or zealous anger (I’m referring to you baby boomers). Regardless to the overlying or should I say hanging fruit of what is going on and what we as a nation are paying attention to – I have yet to see anyone and I do mean anyone address the obvious (I do consider that there are well-spoken individuals who have spoken up but haven’t been fully heard by the masses hence why I and writing this article to at least do my part – don’t at me) the American legal system is designed to help coddle problematic, and emotionally fraudulent White men who suffer from LDS and BNS (Little Dick Syndrome and Bitch Nigga Syndrome) whereas it is also seemingly designed to hurt and otherwise oppressed – POC’s, women, or basically anyone who isn’t either an obedient fool, narcissist, an uncle tom, or any of the latter type of people that would lick balls just for a pay raise or a faulty guarantee that they would not be target this month.

With this out in the air now let’s REALLY air Amerikkka’s dirty laundry by chopping the proverbial beast’s head off….. Shall we? With the 2020 elections coming in hot the has been an arguable insurgence of democratic candidates pushing for the chance to run against Trump – now granted I don’t trust any of them quite frankly I will say that maybe 3 are on my list of people I wanna see run for presidency… and before you assume – NO – I do not support Kamala Harris, or Elizabeth Warren, or even Bernie Sanders (I would absolutely love to see him as VP though) but it goes to say that my trust and intrigue lie elsewhere this year around. With cacophony of people that are trying to swing voters the question remains what are any of the people going to do differently - I mean they say good things to the country as a whole, however, doesn’t one’s boyfriend whisper sweet nothings to them before they proceed to FUCK the soul out of them (correct me if I am wrong in my knowledge of fuck-boy-ology but last time I checked that is precisely how that goes. Now admittedly there is a lot at stake here with the current dictator running this fine republic into an even deeper hole of stupidity and hatred but with the death toll of mass shootings reaching record highs (we’re talking historically high) and the desire to mitigate the damage and change the overall dichotomy of the suppose “amazing” country there is still after 154 years of supposed freedom and the 65 – 75 years of supposed outlawing of racial segregation and discrimination in America, for some odd reason – and I really need y’all to hear me on this black folk – we still have yet to meet the true stride that our ancestors fought, bled and died for and yet here we are arguing and tripping over infinitesimal subject matter like “is it okay for dark skin girls to wear yellow eye shadow…

But that’s no tea no shade honey……….

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itsworn · 6 years

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1968 Ford F-100: This Rejuvenated Ride Has Lots of Subtle Extras

There are lots of different approaches to the old truck hobby. Some folks like the classic lines of vintage tin and are happy just to get a 50- or 60-year-old truck rolling and functional. Once it’s safe and ready for the road, it’s a thrill to be behind the wheel. Others are looking for rolling works of art—chopped, slammed, and sporting megabuck paintjobs—rides designed especially for the show circuit with “Garage Queen” a sought-after goal. Somewhere in-between is Jody Adams, a general contractor from Green Cove Springs, Florida. Jody is a long-term enthusiast, having created eight previous show-winning, restomod Fords over the years. His connection has some early roots, beginning when his father bought a 1951 Ford way back when Jody was just 6 years old. He’s been hooked on Blue Oval products ever since; the F-100 body style is a particular favorite.

He found his latest project truck on eBay, smiling when he says that his wife, Evie, probably won’t hand him that tablet again! He wasn’t especially looking for a new build but it was a rainy afternoon and Evie asked if he wanted to look at anything on the Internet. Casually, Jody said, “Pull up 1967-1969 Ford trucks.” A brief scan highlighted several trucks, including one that had been listed for only two hours. Since it was located not that far away in Georgia, a phone call and $2,700 later, and the deal was done. Jody and Evie drove out and back in one day, returning with the latest F-100 project for the Adam’s garage. The 1968 shortbed sheetmetal was fair and equipped with a 360 V-8 under the hood. Purchased in July 2016, work on the truck didn’t start until November 2016 but thanks to years of experience, it was finished relatively quick and ready for a little competition on the show scene in August 2017.

When Jody begins a new custom, he strips it completely, separating the body from the chassis, deciding what’s usable and what needs to be ordered. He stayed with the original frame and although he’s boxed several frames in the past, experience has told him that the original rails work fine. He also opted to stay with Ford’s I-beam suspension but did make a few significant changes. Upgrades began with DJM’s dropped I-beam frontend, along with Master Power front disc brakes. Their 13-inch rotors and power booster ensured modern stopping power while the aftermarket Ford power steering pump made the truck easy to park. In the rear, aftermarket leaf springs and lowered DJM shackles gave the truck just the right stance, dropping it 3 inches in front and 5 inches in the rear. The DJM kit also included custom-matched shocks to smooth out the ride. The original Ford 9-inch rear was completely rebuilt with Auburn internals and 3.0 gears. Jody knew that the horsepower of the planned new motor meant the fairly tall gearing would work without a problem and, as a side benefit, he’d probably be able to ease by a few gas stations! Before the body was mounted to the chassis, everything was powdercoated in black and gray Silver Vein. Once it came back and all the suspension components were added, the chassis became a roller thanks to the set of 18-inch Boss Motorsports rims up front and 20-inch versions in the rear, all wrapped in 40- and 45-series General G-Max rubber.

Jody especially likes the distinctive sound of a big-block and when his friend, Ron Stalnaker of Ron’s Transmissions had a 460 block available, so he wasted no time adding it to the collection of parts assembled for the Ford. Stroked to 520 ci with a Scat crank and Mahle pistons, the big mill sucks in a big gulp thanks to the Holley 850 Ultra Double Pumper on an Edelbrock Performer RPM Air Gap intake. A COMP Cams bumpstick activates the valves in the TrickFlow heads while the MSD Master Blaster electronic ignition fires precisely timed lightning strikes. Custom-modified Sanderson headers scavenge spent gases, exiting through a 2.5-inch system and quieted by a pair of Flowmasters. All the accessories are powered by the March Front Runner serpentine belt and pulley systems. The high-performance engine, detailed with chrome and stainless steel, is showcased in the bright silver engine room. Power from the 695hp V-8 is multiplied by a C-6 three-speed automatic trans, beefed up by Ron’s Transmissions to handle the load with a 2500 stall speed. His friend Karl Altomare with SRI Racing supplied the parts with Jody and Mark Neald assembling the engine.

When it came time for the interior and exterior the goal for the truck was to retain an original look but with definite surprises once you looked deeper. “I wanted to give it that extra punch that you would do for a hot rod back in the day,” Jody told us. All the body panels were brought back to better-than-new condition with fresh window glass and rechromed trim. A friend sprayed the Martin Senour Silver Nugget basecoat/clearcoat on the body, interior, engine room, and bed, creating the perfect contrast to the black leather used inside. Tom Kramer from Jacksonville, Florida, did the stitchwork with Jody choosing the color and providing photos for the interior design. The factory bench seat was retained, upgraded with new springs and memory foam. Incorporating red accent strips and eyelets into the rich black leather on the seat Kramer duplicated the theme on the door panels and headliner. All the extras like dashpads, armrests, and more came from the Dennis Carpenter Ford Restoration Parts catalog. “Whatever new parts they had I bought them so that everything would have a new look. That was consistent with the plan for the truck to look like an original but with just a little hot rod added.” The Classic Car Stereo met that criteria perfectly, maintaining a nostalgic look for the dash but featuring all modern connections. Twin Pioneer 6×9 four-way speakers in the kick panels fill the cab with ’50s gold while the Vintage Air A/C blows cold through custom vents added to the lower portion of the dash.

Jody unveiled the finished truck in August 2017 where it captured the overall Points Championship trophy at the 2017 Pigeon Forge F-100 Supernationals. The freshly completed ride also made the Top Five in Maggie Valley and took home the Best of Show trophy in the All Truck Nationals in Sevierville, Tennessee, along with a $1,000 cash prize. Jody builds his vehicles initially for show and begins driving them after about a year. This truck will soon become his regular driver since there’s another 1969 F-100 waiting in the wings, scheduled to be unveiled at this year’s F-100 Supernationals.

Although Jody does lots of his own work, expert assistance is always welcome and appreciated. Special thanks to Mark Neald (engine and wiring), Karl Altomare (SRI Racing), Tom and Kathy from Flashback Ford, Ron Stalnaker (transmission), John Marques (stainless steel repair), Vince from Dennis Carpenter, Mike Minigh (brake and chassis work), Tom Kramer (upholstery), and Baron from Lee & Cates Glass for their help in creating his show-winning ride.

Facts & Figures Jody and Evie Adams 1968 Ford F-100

CHASSIS Frame: Powdercoated Silver Vein Rearend / Ratio: Ford 9-inch with 3.0 gears Rear Suspension: Aftermarket leaf springs with DJM 5-inch lowering shackles and DJM shocks Rear Brakes: Ford drums Front Suspension: DJM 3-inch lowered I-beam suspension and DJM shocks Front Brakes: Master Power front disc brakes with 13-inch rotors and power booster Steering Box: FoMoCo power steering Front Wheels: 18-inch Boss Motorsports 338 Rear Wheels: 20-inch Boss Motorsports 338 Front Tires: 245/45ZR18 General G-Max Rear Tires: 275/40ZR20 General G-Max Gas Tank: Original 18.5 gallons

DRIVETRAIN Engine: 1979 Ford 460 V-8 bored to 520 ci and pumping out 695 hp, built by Mark Neald and owner Heads: TrickFlow aluminum Valve Covers: Aluminum Ford Racing Manifold / Induction: Holley 850-cfm Ultra Double Pumper on an Edelbrock Performer RPM Air Gap intake Ignition: MSD electronic ignition with Master Blaster II Coil Headers: Custom modified Sanderson headers Exhaust / Mufflers: 2.5-inch system with Flowmaster mufflers Transmission: 1979 C-6 three speed automatic by Ron’s Transmissions Shifter: Factory column

BODY Style: Shortbed pickup Modifications: Factory original Fenders Front / Rear: Factory original Hood: Factory original Grille: Rechromed Bed: Painted to match Paint Type / Color: Martin Senour Silver Nugget basecoat/clearcoat Headlights / Taillights: Factory original Outside Mirrors: Factory original Bumpers: Factory original

INTERIOR Dashboard: Factory stock Gauges: Reworked factory originals Air Conditioning: Vintage Air Stereo: Classic Car Stereo with 6×9 Pioneer four-way speakers in the kick panels Steering Wheel: Deep-dish Ford Steering Column: Ford Seats: Factory bench seat with new foam and springs Upholstery by: Tom Kramer, Jacksonville, FL Material / Color: Black leather with red leather inserts and eyelets Carpet: Black loop pile

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