#mustang legacy

[sad-endings-suck]

ship wars and love triangles confuse me, because nine times out of ten the answer is always polyamory

#duh #geralt x jaskier x yennefer #geralt x yennefer #jaskier x yennefer #jaskier x geralt #the witcher #uncharted lost legacy #chloe x nadine #sam x nadine #chloe x sam #chloe x nadine x sam #red rising #darrrow x mustang x cassius #darrow x mustang #darrow x cassius #cassius x mustang #darrow x victra #sevro x victra #ted lasso #roy x keeley x jamie #ted lasso source #roy x keeley #jaime x keeley #roy x jamie #blue eye samurai #mizu x taigen x akemi #taizumi #blue eye samurai memes

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

Ford in CRISIS: electric car sales collapse in July as inventory piles up

Ford in CRISIS: electric car sales collapse in July as inventory piles up...

P.S. Such a result is not a surprise if the Ford dealers themselves do not show enthusiasm for their "product", but behind the scenes the manufacturer is quietly fighting to slow down the EV "revolution". Most likely, the additional payments introduced by US car dealers are to blame. The prices quoted by Ford are NOT THE out of door PRICES the customer is actually forced to pay at Ford dealerships in USA. In addition, Ford ICE pickup trucks are also piling up in parking lots at dealerships...! It's just that car prices are too high...

Mach-E is available for sale in Latvia (This is a very expensive car by Latvian average income standards, even the base model is much more expensive than in the USA), but I have seen only one unit with a Latvian registration number on the street, while Tesla Model Y is seen very often and their owners are happy to talk loudly and demonstrate their purchases. Tesla works! Yes, it is expensive vehicle, but it works well, and people are talking quite a lot about their new EVs made by Tesla.

However, there is complete silence and lack of enthusiasm in the "camp" of Ford Mustang Mach-E customers...no road trip vlogs, no trip pictures, no talking, no fun, no positive emotions. This equals to no sales...At least I don't see any, although I keep a close eye on the local electric car market...

Even the MG ZS EV owners, which does not have its own dealer in Latvia, is already showing publicly more enthusiasm for their purchases than the Ford fans...

#USA #Ford #competition #ev sales #demise of legacy automakers #Latvia #Youtube #ford mustang mach e #Tesla Model Y #MG ZS EV #electric crossover #electric SUV

[gamermattsgf]

Tokyo drifters // drag racer Chris

Warnings: car sex / tit fuck / cum kink / fingering / cunnalingus / size kink / spit kink / enemies to lovers trope / dangerous driving ig (?) / mentions of smoking and brief mentions of alcohol / praise kink

Summary: what do you get when you cross a competitive drag racer with an equally as competitive opponent? Smoke, engine oil and a whole lot of sexual tension, that’s what.

Author’s notes: and so let the obsession with racer fics begin, but with a Chris flavoured twist. Chris strikes me as the illegal, reckless driver type, hence my modern twist on something very fast and furious-esque. Chris x drag racing actually makes me wet u guys I fucking love it, like- imagine him drifting around in a red Nissan Skyline gtr with his black and white leather jacket on, UGH it really just gets me going…

“We could do whatever you want, you could fuck me in the back of your car” - HER, Chase Atlantic

The black asphalt glimmers with a coat of wetness and a pattern of oil spillage slicked over the top of it, the technicolour rainbow greased and worming in the fluorescent lights of the street as the heavy hum of revved engines purr in your ears and echo across the emptied roads.

Beer bottles and cans splash here and there on the dripping concrete with discarded cigarette cases and lighters balanced on top of littered leather jackets.

Illegal drag racing. Bets. Stacks of money shoved into the pockets of the driver that is triumphant at the end of the night.

You’re here because this place is rife with the best of the best. The ones who really soak their hands in the leather of their steering wheels, who breathe the musk of their seats, and who burn the rubber marks of their legacies into the very streets that they rocket through each early A.M.

At present you stand to the side of the pavement, smelling the stench of broiling petrol mingled with the scent of flavoured cigarette smoke.

Your eyes survey the various Suzukis, Mustangs and Toyota drifters, all in different colours and all with different painted decals to signify each of the driver’s unique personality, wrinkling your nose at the lack of female drivers leaning against their own cars.

There are plenty of people here.

The rules are simple, you bet on the driver you wager is going to win and then whatever number of votes the driver receives determines their starting position at the beginning of the race.

As your eyes pass over the mingling people chatting in heaped groups with different drivers, you dismally notice the one person who you most definitely did not want to run into tonight. The only other person who can match your speed.

Great. Well that’s just fucking fantastic.

He is on his own. His lanky figure leaning against his electric red Nissan drifter with sleek black wheels and windows, his raven brown hair dusting his face in waving curls as his hands tuck themselves into his black and white leather racer jacket.

A long white cigarette lies perched in between his lips, smoke lazily oozing out from the lit cherry before dispersing into the cool night air in front of him.

He makes no effort to smoke it properly, simply lets it rest in between the purse of his lips whilst he too, observes his competition.

That is, until his eyes trail their way over to you. Now you’re both looking at each other, and he finds it within himself to cockily smirk, your silent rivalry unnoticed by the rest of the bustling audience here to simply bet and watch the race.

You scoff quietly, pushing your feet into a walk, you’ve got to go and talk to him now.

You gradually make your way across the sopping wet tarmac road, heading straight in the direction of the one man who always knows how to rub you the wrong way.

As you go, you fish one of your own cigarettes out of your cigarette case, and then light it. It sparks, and he raises his eyebrows expectantly whilst waiting for you to reach him.

When you do, you stop and nod at him in greeting, mumbling a curt ‘Chris’ after whipping your cigarette from out of your mouth and resting it within your pointer and middle finger.

To contrast your cold behaviour, your arch nemesis tilts his head playfully, his smugness practically oozing from his figure as he retorts with a ‘hey sugar… ready to lose tonight?’. Your nostrils flare.

The only reason you came tonight to race is because you didn’t think Chris would be here.

You fucking hate racing him, in fact, you hate even being within a close proximity to him. He drives you up the wall, irritates you to no end and most importantly- absolutely chokes you with conflicted feelings.

Because how can someone that you hate this much also be someone you feel so irresistibly attracted to?

Chris always finds the most painful of ways to dig under your skin and clamp his claws around you until you’re gasping for air and practically begging to be let free.

Free from the inescapable prison that coaxes you into constantly thinking about him, even when he’s not around.

‘You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you win tonight, that money is mine’ you spit a laugh, before feeding your cigarette into your mouth and inhaling it to calm your nerves. He makes your fingers twitch, and sometimes you’re not sure if it’s because you want to wrap them around his throat or use them to pull his neck down into a kiss.

He raises his eyebrows and starts to once again use the mocking lilt to his tone that you know oh-so-well. ‘Oh really? Because last time I checked I’m pretty sure that money had my name on it’. He readjusts his lean on his red Nissan to make himself seem taller, and you grit your teeth at his teasing antics.

You don’t answer, and instead open you mouth. Chris watches the smoke that you had been holding in your lungs come seductively curling out, and he swallows nervously. It mingles between you two like a barrier of attraction before melting away into the damp air above you as you resume your usual grilling.

‘How’d you even find out about this race anyway? Thought you stayed on the South side?’

Chris shrugs and basks in the obvious annoyance your voice contains. He knows he’s in dangerous territory, this is your side of town, and you know the roads way better than him over here. But then again, when has Chris ever backed down from a challenge?

Plus, he fucking loves teasing you. He gets such a rise out of it every single time, in which case it’s worth hauling his ass all the way over to the other side town just for a race.

Just to see you.

He can’t help it, he just can’t keep himself away.

‘Friend of a friend’ he responds vaguely, before deciding to pluck the almost burnt out cigarette from his lips so that he can thrust it to the floor and crush it underneath his sneaker.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief. You can’t believe that Chris managed to weasel his way into this race, because it’s definitely going to ruin your chances of going home with that prize money. To say Chris is a reckless driver is an understatement, he’s fucking good, but he also takes risks, risks that bargain with his life and the lives of others, so naturally, when people see his notorious red car pull up to races they panic and stay far behind him.

Not you though.

‘You best count your fucking days Chris because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you win this time…’.

Chris chuckles, his eyes narrowing in a siren-like way before reaching up to your mouth and slowly pulling your cigarette from out of your lips. ‘Yeah…? Well we’ll see about that, won’t we baby cakes?’ he chides, before fully stealing your cigarette and putting it into his own mouth without hesitation.

Your blood boils at his persistence and you spin around in a rage, wishing you could just run him over with your car. At least that would stop the heartbeat from pulsing in between your legs at his weirdly sexual action.

After watching you whisk away, Chris quickly gets into his car and slams his red door closed, satisfied with how flustered you had looked. Revving his engine with a humongous effort to get the race going, he knuckles his leather steering wheel before pulling away from the crowd to let them know that the race will shortly commence.

He is definitely eager to prove you wrong as he observes the way the heavy crowd of people disperse from the middle of the road and let the competitors and their cars through to their designated spots for the countdown.

Engines throttle and rev, starting up and growling like hungry beasts whilst you get into your own car. You then drive to your own assigned spot which had been conveniently placed somewhere in the middle for tonight’s race.

Suddenly, you spot a flash of red roaring up from behind you in your rear view mirror and you resist the roll of your eyes at Chris’ boy racer behaviour.

Chris’ car comes creeping up to level with yours. Slowly, the driver’s window is rolled down and you are faced with his attractive side profile, his nose delicately curving and his jawline popped. Except, now his hair is pulled back by a red bandana, leaving his earrings to glint in the fluorescent artificial light.

He faces forward, but then turns with another smirk plastered to his lips.

You roll your own window down, your engine also screaming to go, but instead of a red colour, your car exudes a violet purple hue, your front and rear lights tinted indigo with plastic filters that make the car in front of you glow a hazy pink.

‘May the best driver win, sugar’

The devil’s smile is concocted between his own teeth, the cheeky glint in his eye echoing the way he mockingly puts his pointer and middle finger up to his forehead to salute you before putting his foot on the gas pedal and roaring ahead to take his privileged place at the front of the line.

᧔♡᧓

Engines growl, their exhaust pipes spitting out puffs of gasoline scented smoke whilst each of the multicoloured cars creep into their places.

An orange car motors past you on your right, and a grey and blue one slides past your left, leaving you in the wet spray that their scuffed tyres kick up, but you’re not paying attention to them.

Craning your neck, your eyes narrow and your jaw grits at the back bumper tail of Chris’ neon red vehicle, the red brake lights glowing like the eyes of a demon as he simply sits stationary.

The city lights glow from the skyscrapers and illuminate the starting route of your racetrack, the wet asphalt making the reflections of the luminescent lampposts shine and bounce about the technicolour array of cars on display.

Chris thinks he’s better than you? Well, you’re just going to have to put that theory to the test then.

You hope that his heart beats just as competitively as yours, his eyes constantly checking for your pink headlights in his rearview mirror.

Finally, reaching into your glove compartment to slide on your black tinted sunglasses, you shut it back up again to listen to the heavily increased revs of car engines. The muffled cheers from the audience provide white background noise whilst the drivers’ exhausts rattle and their pipes growl.

A woman in sky-high stilettos then comes walking into view with a white flag raised above her head.

The crowd suddenly silences, all on the edges of their seats with anticipation.

Without another moment to lose, she quickly swipes down the flag, the white fabric fluttering as she goes before engines shriek and cars jerk forward, each driver putting the pedal to the floor. This forceful way of starting roars the inner workings of their cars whilst they frantically try to switch gears.

Coloured machines weave in and out of each other as the gods of drag racing look down upon the fast-paced urgency of the race, drivers testing one another and pushing their bodies to the limits as they zip and swerve about the road.

You keep your eyes locked upon Chris’ monster of a car though, because it easily pulls out in front and his drive forward quickly clears of any other cars. They just can’t keep up with his intricate drift work and very readily fall behind him.

You’ll admit, his turn of the wheel is masterful and his eye for the surroundings is impeccable as he nearly just shaves around corners and obstacles whilst keeping a steady track of the pathway ahead. However, this only increases your desire to win more.

You find your foot gently feathering upon the accelerator, your car rattling within your ears as the wind from your open window beats against your face and whips your hair around your neck.

You have already overtaken a handful of cars by now, with tyres screeching and smoke exuding from the rubber.

The eyes of every racer competing constantly zip about, just to check for lurking police cruises whilst traveling down the racer’s route through the nearly abandoned city road.

Your beasts for machines rocket past alleyways, giving homeless people a show as your paint jobs flash by their eyes in a juvenile blur.

Gears click as both yourself and Chris constantly press down on the clutch to drift around tight corners, your teeth gritting as you realise that you are now only a few competitive cars behind him.

Chris, meanwhile, frantically looks through his wing mirror to count how many cars lie between yourself and him.

But, then he widens his eyes and has to adjust it in confusion at the infuriating sight of your purple car hightailing it up the road to try and catch him. Already?

This always fucking happens whenever he gets a head start.

He rolls his eyes, stepping on his gas pedal even more to makes his car groan and jerk away on in front once again.

His bandana stays secured onto his head whilst he chews irritably against a fresh toothpick selected from out of his own glove compartment that also contains random junk such as cherry cigarette packets and condoms.

‘Fuckin’ woman’ He spits underneath his breath before aggressively jerking his wheel to the side and rounding another corner perfectly. His car skids and his wheels screech over the asphalt, centimetres away from hitting the curb before he’s straightening his steering wheel up again.

This time though, he can see the finish line in the distance, the small crowd of spectators gathering like little observant ants, watching as his car comes racing towards them from the mist of the city horizon.

However, you come in straight behind him with your engine roaring and your gasoline bubbles popping. Soon, your window reaches his, and you look to your left to see his side profile.

His jaw is clenched with his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows sitting in a glared furrow. His pupils then quickly flit to your car, and you pass each other a challenging look, hate spiralling within your gazes.

And everything is passive between the two of you, that is, until Chris decides to fight dirty.

His lips purse and he yanks his neck to face forward once again, before turning his wheel aggressively. His drifter then swerves near your wheels, nearly knocking you off to the side and sending you skidding into the curb. You frantically have to straighten back up again after only narrowly avoiding the crunch of his front bonnet.

That fucker.

‘HEY!?’

You yell to him with your window down, but he puts his own one up in response, his lips twitching up into a mischievous smile as he tries to tango with you upon the stretch of your own battlefield containing engine oil and concrete road strips.

He goes in for another direct hit, your tyres dangerously close to each other’s as his machinery tries to ram into yours.

Worryingly, you realise that Chris probably isn’t going to stop this dangerous teasing because of his determination to win. So, through your better judgement, you slow yourself and defeatedly allow his cocky red bumper to cut in front of your bonnet.

Chris beats you by a second, his wheels screeching over the pathetic make-shift line drawn in squiggly black graffiti.

You’re practically seething at this point.

After you angrily jerk your steering wheel, your car drifts to the side and it expels hot smoke from the grind it has against your back tyres before coming to a sideways halt.

You put your car in park, take off your seatbelt and speedily open your car door.

As you step out, you see that Chris has also stopped and gotten out himself, his sneakers crunching against the wet tarmac and his leather jacket squeaking whilst he slams his own car door shut behind him.

You clock eyes with each other and immediately find yourself storming up to his victorious figure that yet again leans against his car door suavely.

Whilst making your way over, someone sidles up to him and hands him a thick wad of cash that he stuffs right into his conniving little pockets with a mean smile of his face, aimed directly at you.

As you reach him, you just can’t help yourself, and before you know it you’re knuckling your fists into his leather jacket and yanking him right down to your face. His breath hitches in shock as he sees your lips close enough to claim that you are practically kissing.

Instead of actually kissing him however, you spit out a ‘what the fuck are you playing at?’ with your eyes narrowed and glinting frostily in the city lights.

They travel over his face, scanning him with scepticism whilst little strands of his raven brown hair curl out from the hold of his red bandana, no longer combing the shorter ones back and just letting them freely swish about his eyes in the wind.

‘Listen honey if you want me to pay for any scratches I gave to your paint job no can do, told you that money was mine…-‘ he cheekily retorts, using one of his ridiculously irritating nicknames for you to further worsen your drumming heart beat.

You didn’t realise you had pulled him this close until now.

This makes your nostrils flare with anger and you quickly release him, seemingly in denial of your own feelings as you listening to the way the zips of his leather jacket jingle at the force of your strength.

You scoff, sticking your nose up and further voicing your discontent at him.

‘Chris- you fucking cheated?!’ You shout with a small laugh in disbelief, your arms crossed over your chest as you refer to his illegal drag collision.

‘No proof? Didn’t happen, sweetheart’ he sassily bites back at you, which makes you falter, but your glare only harshens after he immaturely pokes the centre of your chest.

Does this man just make it his mission to piss you off as much as humanly possible?

Both of you maintain tense eye contact, your chest heaving whilst Chris’ eyes subtly flick downwards to soak in the look of your body.

As more coloured drifters cruise past the finish line, the silence gets awkward, awkward enough for you to spontaneously shouts a shaky ‘I want a fucking rematch!’, not really sure what provoked you to voice this random request. Usually, you couldn’t bear to be around Chris for more than 5 seconds at a time.

So why did you all of a sudden have the urge to be alone with him?

The way you look at him prompts Chris to suspect that this request probably isn’t just about having a rematch, that in fact it’s something much deeper… what that is, he doesn’t know yet, but he’s prepared to find out.

Clearing his throat, he slips a box of cherry scented cigarettes from out of his leather jacket whilst looking around wearily. You swallow, and watch him in silence as he puts one into his mouth and flicks on his lighter. Holding it up to the cherry, it sparks, and a small wisp of smoke puffs out from his pursed mouth.

He opens the door of his Nissan once again before sliding inside.

The scent of maraschino cherries diffuses across his ride and melts into the white leather seats as he shuts his door before using his hand to turn on the ignition. Then, he rolls down his window to thankfully still see you standing there expectantly and waiting for an answer.

Chris simply sits back in his seat, watching the wind comb through your hair as sickly sweet cherry flavoured smoke finds its way up into your nose.

‘Well?’ You raise your eyebrows and snap at him, your hip cocking sassily. But even though your exterior front looks confident, your insides panic and your mouth becomes dry at the very much tangible sexual tension within the air.

Chris looks forward for a second, leaving the both of you in silence once again so that you can take in the far away laughs and clinks of beer bottles from the left over straggling gamblers that are now only talking about Chris.

He squints his eyes with his cigarette still in his mouth, deep in thought, before crinkling his nose and sniffing, reaching his hand out to twist the keys of his car in the ignition properly. His car rumbles to life as he takes out his cigarette, resting it in between his two fingertips.

That arm decides to leans itself on the car door as his wrist and hand dangle out of the window.

‘Meet me at Carolina Point at 3am’

He mumbles to you, as if not wanting anyone else to know about this secret little rendezvous before he’s pushing down the handbrake of his car and it’s lunging forward.

He motors away with a singular hand gripping the steering wheel, turning it smoothly and leaving you with the remnants of his car exhaust fumes, his cherry cigarette butts and the smell of his black and white leather jacket.

᧔♡᧓

It’s 3am.

And music quietly hums from your radio as you pull up next to Chris’ parked car, the glittering red paint job a flashy eyesore when matched with the dark background of the skyline.

Carolina point overlooks a section of the city that is well known by racers like him and yourself and so it provides a nice backdrop for the strange meeting that you two are about to have. Chris sits on the bonnet of his car, looking down to the veins of his city before twisting his neck to observe the way you get out of your own car.

A small smile ticks at the side of his lips before he quickly wipes it away and stands up from his bonnet, the machinery creaking and the suspension bouncing upwards after being released from his weight.

‘Surprised you came’ he muses, before spitting the old toothpick from in between his lips into the long grass.

You roll your eyes and meet him halfway, already nervous about being alone with him in such a close proximity, especially after what had already unfolded between you two beforehand.

‘Course I did, you cheated’ you muse spitefully, and stop right in front of his taller frame. But Chris edges a little bit closer after you had come to a halt, which makes your palms sweat.

You try to keep your composure, fully intent on getting on with the business of the rematch you had wanted, until you fail when you physically watch the way Chris’ eyes dilated at the sight of you.

It makes you nervous to see his body react to you in such a way, and that nervousness only gets worse after he intentionally lowers his voice to purr a quiet ‘oh yeah? An’ how are we gonna fix that hm?’. His head tilts and his tone is as smooth as caramel, the tease almost belittling in manner.

Your chest expands with a stuttering deep breath, the smell of cherries tart on his tongue and overwhelming as the scent stains his jacket too.

Your heart quickens in pace the closer Chris’ head gets to yours, but you don’t move back, even though every siren in your body imaginable screams that this is so terribly fucking wrong.

You blink up at him, almost forgetting why you’re supposed to be here before dumbly stuttering ‘b-by having a rematch…’.

Chris looks at you so hungrily… so primally, and you hardly even get the time to finish your sentence before your mouth is being engulfed by his. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, and neither do you.

His lips are soft and buttery as they rub against yours, your whole entire body stiff and your eyes wide, before you ever so slowly melt into his embrace.

Chris utters a quiet whimper of content and the noise almost makes you squeeze your thighs together. You didn’t even realise Chris was capable of making a noise like that.

Your lips smack together after Chris pulls away, saliva wetting the moist pink skin.

You’re trapped within a daze, utterly stunned and drunk on the taste of his mouth. Chris’ eyelashes feather, and he bites his lip in nervousness, testing the waters of what he’s just done to you. But you look as though you’re absolutely enamoured by it and so he grins in satisfaction.

He goes back again, this time more aggressively, to suck and pull on your lips, and you freely let him, not a single thought behind your eyes apart from the way his teeth pull on your flesh.

‘I- I want a rematch’

Chris pulls away just once for you to voice this timid defiance, however his only thought is concerned with how deliciously red and juicy your lips look. He acknowledges you only by dipping back in and pressing another soft kiss to your peachy pillows, humming a little ‘mhm’ in agreement but also not really listening to you as his face twists and his nose brushes against yours.

The wet sound of his lips sucking your plumper ones into his mouth makes your panties dampen.

‘What if I wanna make it up to you in some other way?’ He daringly mumbles against your lips which wets the skin even around them with his saliva. The arch of your back is subtle, but it’s still fully there as you weight up the pros and cons of this situation. But really… are there any cons aside from the afterthought of knowing that you let your sworn enemy touch your body in the most intimate of places?

At the present, it seems like such a small price to pay within the delusion of your lust. And Chris’ hands already feel just so magical when their big impressions carve their way down your waistline, sliding over the bumps of your hips.

Fuck they’re huge in comparison to yours. And that thought alone makes you wet, your folds becoming even slicker at the motion of Chris using his hands to force you up against the hard side of his car.

The metal and glass behind your back makes you shiver and the machinery is freezing cold in the already frosted mountainous air of Carolina point.

This cold suddenly brings you clarity, and for a second you have to fully stop and pull away from his intoxicating tongue, just so you can voice a stupid ‘wait- what are we doing…?’.

Your mind goes reeling and your eyes look like saucers when remembering just who you are kissing… and who is pushing you up against his car.

Your chest heaves and your voice sounds fully strangled, the vision of making out with Chris plaguing your mind and turning it rotten.

But Chris only gazes at you, understanding how weird this must feel, because it feels weird to him too. However he can’t help it, one taste was enough for him and now he’s hooked.

He pushes back into you with haste, his thick hips greedily pinning you to the side of his car as he groans an ‘ugh- fuck it, who even cares anymore?’.

It’s almost like he’s jointly voicing this to his own self control, because he then allows himself to messily paw at the side of his vehicle, frantically looking for the door handle to his back seat whilst fully enthralling himself within your kissing lips.

Your tongues twist, and it’s messy, but you love it just the same. Especially after feeling Chris beneath his baggy black jeans, thick and throbbing for you when he moans in approval at the touch of the door handle.

He curls his fingers into it and yanks it open, the suctioning sound of the door making your heart gallop tenfold because of the connotations that come with Chris forcefully pushing you into the backseat of his car.

Are you two really about to do this? What even happened to get you to this stage?

It all seems like such a blur now, the spontaneity of your actions helping to numb the idea of regret. An idea that you know you’re defintely going to feel in the morning.

But not tonight… tonight is about wandering hands and careless affections, between two people who just so happen to supposedly ‘hate’ each other.

He grabs you with a growled laugh of ‘c’mere’, his large palms splaying underneath your thighs as he hoists you into his arms and walks you around the sharp edges of his red door.

Practically throwing you inside, he’s eager to clamber in himself and restart his torturous decent of your luscious neck skin.

So he does, and he slams the door behind him whilst doing so.

Meanwhile, you spread your legs to let him into you, your ass sinking into the plush white leather of his seats as your back comes to rest against the opposite side door.

Now you’re seeing a completely different Chris, that hovers over you and gives you that toe curling gaze he’s perfected over the many months of first competing with you.

The gaze is reminiscent of the first time you two ever raced together, with a hint of attraction and chemistry there, until you started to hate each other as soon as it became more of a competition to see which one was better.

This Chris is so astronomically different in comparison to the one you had grown to absolutely despise, the two of you stuck in this viciously competitive cycle of building up tension after tension until all of it just burst and ended up with Chris’ head right in between your legs.

He yanks off every single article of clothing wrapped around your lower half, trying to resist the urge of snapping open your underwear and making a mess of the delicate red lace as soon as he sees it.

Fuck. You’re even wearing his racing colours.

‘These for me?’ He teases and raises his eyebrows whilst simultaneously slipping off your panties and lifting them to the side of his face.

Without knowing any better, you smirk and nod, guessing that it’ll drive his narcissism absolutely crazy. And you’re right. Because soon after, he scrunches up the soaked panties into his fist and throws them up to the front of the car. They messily then land on the dashboard.

He smirks down at your shining red cunt, wet stickiness practically drooling from out of your hole already.

‘Imma drive with your panties on the dashboard all the way home so that anyone who seems them will know how good I fucked this pretty little pussy…’

You swallow a pant at his crude language, not being able to help the shake of your hands or the blink of your eyes. ‘Do it… for me?’ You coquettishly breathe back, and it only drives Chris up the wall further. With this being said, he obeys and darts his head down to your centre, wasting no time in peppering small suctioned kisses against your inner thighs.

They quiver as soon as his face gets closer to your centre, and you know he’s just about to put his tongue on you because he smirks, gearing up to say another filthy thing.

‘M’sorry I cheated baby’ he pouts boyishly, before giving your clit an open-mouthed kiss.

You whine and buck your hips up into the firm hold of his rough hands, that have slid around to force you down and keep you from squirming away at his stimulation. ‘Forgive me?’ He speaks with his head tilted. Then a thick globule of spit comes tumbling from his mouth to plink onto your throbbing heat.

It greedily rolls down your pinkness and Chris goes in for another heavy kiss, this time closing his eyes to eat you like his life depended on it, licking around you clit and even dipping himself into your hole. He’s not sure when he’ll next get the chance to fuck you like this and so savours it with as much fever as he possibly can.

All the while, you lie with your back propped up against the opposite door, looking down at him with your calves smoothly slung around his shoulders.

You hypnotically watch how your thighs twitch at every opportunity Chris gives you, his tongue rolling over several pleasure points in an effort to get you to come.

‘Mmm-okay’ you moan before bitting your hand and mumbling through your teeth ‘I forgive you, please- please just let me cum’.

He had been savouring this for a while now, leisurely dipping his tongue in and out of you whenever he felt like it as he pressed his other palm over the thick bulge in his jeans, trying to suppress its ache by kneading it downwards and squeezing himself.

He struggles not to openly thrust his hips into his hand at the tiny whimpers you make, because you sound so pretty trying to reach your high.

He sighs before giving you one last rolling kiss. ‘I guess that’s only fair, alright I’ll let you cum sweetheart’.

Straight after he says this you let out a heaved ‘Jesus Christ!’, your cry brandishing tears within your eyes as one of Chris’ long fingers unexpectedly slide right up into your throbbing cunt, your precome already acting as natural lubricant to coat his skin.

It’s almost mouthwatering how good it feels, for both you and Chris. His finger seems to fit in there perfectly, and so he adds another, stroking your walls and curling them upwards delicately.

‘Can you fit three in there baby…? Please let me put three in… you look pretty when you’re drooling for my fingers’ he whines, his voice high pitched and begging for you to allow him the pleasure of three.

‘Fuck- yes, please, please put three in. I can handle it!’ You moan in desperation, not really knowing what to do with your hands, so one feeds itself into his luscious brown locks whilst the other one curls around the white leather headrest of the back seat you’re sitting on.

You white knuckle it when Chris effortlessly coos ‘there’s a good girl… gonna make you feel so good’ whilst inserting his third finger, its length making your back arch and the windows of the car fog up.

‘Look at you… fucking up the back of my car, needy girl’ Chris muses whilst observing the way some of your wetness leaks out and blobs onto his nice white leather seats, the condensation of your horny breath staining the windows and your hand practically clawing at his headrest whilst his fingers work inside of you.

‘S-shut up. You wreck the outside of my car, I’ll wreck the inside of yours’ you bite back sassily, your whole entire chin tipping back in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm clawing beneath the lining of your gut.

Chris’ fingers speed their pace at this, and the squelch of them working past your screaming orgasm nearly makes him cum all over himself within his pants, especially after hearing your continuous moan at the motion his harsh fingertip thrusts.

After you calm, you careen forward to grip onto the wrist of his hand, tapping out immediately in overstimulation. He pulls his sopping wet fingers from out of your core and then lollipops them into his mouth.

As you sit there and regain your breath, your cheeks redden impossibly further at Chris’ quipped demand of ‘take off your top’, still with his fingers bitten in between his teeth.

You do as he says, watching him pull his hand back out of his mouth with hooded eyes as you peel off the tight fabric.

He doesn’t even have to tell you to take off your bra either, you just do it, giving him the gorgeous sight of your tits resting on your chest.

‘This good enough for you?’ you tease, letting one of the straps from your bra slide down your pointer finger before tossing it next to your already discarded panties that sit upon his dashboard.

Chris blinks at your devilish action in shock, before putting a smirk back onto his handsome face.

‘Oh I am going to fuckin’ destroy you’ he cackles playfully, before curling his hands around the backs of your thighs and pulling your body to lay down horizontally.

You gulp as you tilt your chin upwards, watching the way he pulls his jeans and his underwear down with his gleaming cock springing up to hit his lower abdomen.

Licking your lips, you have to squeeze your thighs together at the sight of it as he then turns towards you and advances forward, with his lower half bare and his racer jacket and black t-shirt still in tact over his top half.

His pulsing cock stands on end, and he bites his bottom lip whilst clambering over your thighs to get to your stomach, much to your utter confusion.

That is, until you realise why he asked you to take your top off in the first place.

Planting his knees on either side of your underarms, they sink into his plush leather as he towers over you, grinning at your heaving chest. From his height advantage, he gathers a jewel of spit into his mouth and tips his head forward, allowing it to ooze outwards and splash against the valley in between your tits.

You swallow at this, watching as he then shuffles downwards and leans the head of his dripping prick onto the puddle of saliva he had created.

‘Push your pretty tits together sugar’.

Now when using this nickname, it sounds sickly sweet instead of full of malice, coated with a thin layer of cherry sauce as his cheeky grin perfectly mirrors the cheeky action of him using his hands to help you squeeze the sides of your tits together.

Your skin feels sticky with Chris’ spit and Chris lets out the ungodliest of groans when pushing his tip forcefully into the crack between them.

You hiss in pain at the feeling of Chris’ cock wedged against your tits, but bite your lip and ignore it in favour of watching the way he fucks his hips into them.

His pink head disappears in and out of the top opening and he has to fall forward and grip his hands onto the door to keep himself steady. He ruts himself faster with the added security and his car begins to shake at the aggressive motion.

He had done the majority of building up his orgasm whilst eating you out, so now all he had to do was finish it off, and what better way to do that than with his cock buried in between your tits?

‘Fuck Chris-’ you mumble with your mouth dropped open and your eyes glued to the way small drips of precum already leak out from his cock onto the flushed skin of your chest.

‘Ugh- I’m… I’m cumming- fuck- open your m-mouth’ Chris moans into the air, squeezing his eyes shut as the elastic band of his orgasm snaps and forces cum to come squirting out of his head, some of the sticky white liquid coating your chest, but the other half of it finding its way into your open mouth.

You wait for Chris to milk himself dry, your tongue still out expectantly, until he sees that you’re wanting permission to swallow it.

To help you, he reaches out one of his tremouring fingertips to gather up the cum smeared over your chin, then he slides them into your mouth.

You suck on them, swallowing all of what he has to give you with a tired but appreciative hum as he looks down at you with glassy eyes of complacency.

What the fuck just happened between you two… and why did he feel like he wanted to do it all over again?

᧔♡᧓

‘You still really not gonna pay for any of the scrapes you gave my car huh?’ You speak up into the awkward silence as Chris shuts the back door of his Nissan, leaving the smell of sex to permeate within his car.

He lights one of his cigarettes and snorts, trudging his way around to the front of his car before yanking the door open, your bra and panties still resting on the dashboard and yourself still very much naked underneath your regular clothes.

‘In your dreams sugar’.

There’s another silence as the two of you just look at each other, not knowing if whether or not you’ll ever see each other in that kind of vulnerable light again.

One thing is for sure though, no one can ever know about what happened here tonight.

Chris looks almost hesitant to go with his face softening and smoke tumbling from out of the red cherry of his cigarette. He blinks to snap himself out of it though.

‘Cya at the next race baby…’

He tips his head and then slides down into his car as you look at him wantonly.

‘Yeah… cya’.

᧔♡᧓

Author’s notes p.2: hot. RIVAL RACERS AND ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE OH YEAHHH. This is defintely the longest fucking thing I’ve done so I apologise for that lol. And I’m also equally sorry for the ridiculously long wait omg, I’ve been hyping this up too much so I’m sorry if it’s not that great bc most of it was written on major sleep deprivation haha. Also guysss exciting stuff is happening as I’m almost at 2,000 followers and me and @luv4kozume have got something really fun planned for us both hitting 2k!!

Taglist: @luverboychris @lovingmattysposts @luvmila444 @luv4kozume @stursweet @strniohoeee @strawberrysturniolo @thesturniolos @sturniolosreads @vecnasnose0 @meanttomeet @ellie-luvsfics @matthemunch @mattsleftnipple03 @robins-scoop @asturniolos @imwetforyourmom @nicksmainbitch @sturnioloenthusiast @breeloveschris @kvtie444 @rootbeerworshiper @chr1sgirl4life @hrt-attack @gigisworldsstuff @stargirlsturniololover @imlidewwallyhittingdagwiddy @sturniololoverr @jahlisa22 @bernardsgf @luvasr @meg-sturniolo @blahbel668 @liz-stxrn @sturnreblog @ratatioulle @isabellehoran @1800chokedathoe @sturnsmadl @sturniolossmut @creamoncreamoncream2 @mattswifey00 @sturniolowhore @skadltmf @sturniolosstar @luvsturns @mattestrella @hearts4chriss @orangeypepsi

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x reader

[lakesbian]

the andalite chronicles are fucking great so far because aside from how they're genuinely interesting and well written it's got. The lore detail that a warrior being pointed out to have Nerd Traits (like skill with technology) is genuinely insulting even if the skills are desirable just on a cultural level. which has fucking HILARIOUS implications for aximili "insecure jock yearning to be a brave warrior" esgarrouth isthill's current situation where he can't go three seconds without being told "in english, four eyes." that particular bit of world building made me stare into space fondly recalling every time the animorphs have treated ax like a weird nerd so far. he's having such a bad time and it's so funny.

it's ALSO fucking great that it's all ohhh elfangor the great warrior poor ax trying to live up to his legacy. and it's like we can Say he was awesome and badass but it's not as true feeling until we see it in action you know? and then we get to the book where we actually see elfangor in the flesh and even at his absolute teenage dorkiest he:

confidently declares to himself that despite sucking at combat training he'll probably definitely magically be perfect and survive when he gets into a Real combat experience, and then does actually proceed to do just that

pulls a cool alien girl within like two hours of meeting her

drives a mustang at 100mph through the desert while blaring the rolling stones and drinking dr pepper

like it's hopeless for ax. No hope even at all for being as cool as his big brother. It's not happening.

#animorphs lb

[thepinklink]

Ranch AU, where the chain live on a Ranch and all have horses.

Time - obviously Time is still in possession of Epona, but she’s in her late 20s at that point. Epona is a palomino Belgian draft/Appaloosa mix. She’s gentle with kids but has plenty of attitude to go around with adults XD 17hh

Twilight - Twilight has Epona’s one and only baby, also palomino, whose father was another Appy. Her registered name is Epona’s Legacy, but they just call her Lacy or Legacy for short. 16.2hh

Warriors - Warriors has an ex-police horse, a long-legged and tall gelding named Royal. Roy for short, he’s a Quarter Horse/Appaloosa mix. He’s bomb-proof and steady. 16.3hh

Sky - Sky has a Fjord/Morgan mix named Hawk. Smaller, but stocky and strong and gentle as a mouse. He’s a more reactive horse, and Sky balances him out by being more low-energy and calm. 15hh

Wild - A red Appy/thoroughbred mix dubbed Sriracha Sauce, with high energy and sensitivity. A perfect match for Wild, these two wear each other out. Sriracha was a rescue, who Wild nursed back to health himself. Sriracha was agressive originally, but Wild’s endless stamina and patience were able to train the horse into a better place. Now, Sriracha is a much more agreeable horse, approachable by all. He’s still really reactive and has thrown Wild more times than he can count, and isn’t the best-behaved to ride. However, Wild is actively working on it, and it’s something he can handle. Sriracha is not a perfect horse—no horse is, and Wild is just happy to have him and loves him. Sriracha is a one-man horse, and no one else is allowed to ride him but Wild. 16hh.

Hyrule - Hyrule has a pure-bred Rocky Mountain Horse named Hart. Hart is sweet and unafraid of anything, the primary kids lesson horse and therapy horse around the Ranch. He and Hyrule are known to go on long trail rides together. 15.1hh

Wind - Wind has a small but strong and opinionated Appy mare, aptly named Dragon. They both are loud and wild and reckless, and like to go fast. Wind and Dragon love to compete in a lot of classic western competitions—polebending, barrel racing, and especially keyhole. They hold several national and state records, and have plenty of ribbons. Wind also has a moo cow named Butter. 15hh

Four - Four’s ride is a little bay quarter horse/morgan. She’s sweet with kids, and incredibly intelligent, the secondary kids riding horse. But don’t let that fool you—she can be very cheeky when you least expect it, and don’t leave your food around her. She will eat it or dump it on the ground and step on it. 14.3hh

Legend - Legend owns the toughest horse in the barn, a black-as-night mustang/rocky mountain horse by the name of Raven. Raven is quiet and ultra-sensitive, and bomb-proof. Raven is another lesson/therapy horse, but for the more advanced riders. 15.3hh

#Rescue Ranch AU #uhhh #this post is already pretty long #feel free to ask about the horses and riders #that might be the best way for me to get all the info out #XD

[thechanelmuse]

Black American Music Month

• ELIZABETH “LIBBA” COTTEN - She was a maid at 9, wrote a hit song at 11 — and won a Grammy at 93. Not to mention she was a self-taught left-handed guitarist who played a guitar strung for a right-handed player, but played it upside down. This position meant that she would play the bass lines with her fingers and the melody with her thumb.

• SISTER ROSETTA THARPE- The “Godmother of Rock & Roll.” She helped shape modern popular music, was one of the few Black female guitarists to ever find commercial success and the first artist to blend gospel with the secular.

• ODETTA HOLMES - Known as “The Voice of the Civil Rights Movement.” In 1963, she sang for the masses on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial at the March on Washington. Her musical repertoire consisted largely of American folk music, blues, jazz, and spirituals.

• PEGGY JONES - Nicknamed “Lady Bo” played rhythm guitar in Bo Diddley's band in the late 1950s and early 1960s, becoming one of the first (perhaps the first) female rock guitarists in a highly visible rock band. Sometimes called the “Queen Mother of Guitar.”

• LIZZIE “MEMPHIS MINNIE” DOUGLAS - Known as the “Queen of the Blues,” was a singer, guitarist, and songwriter. Her title stems from her legacy of successfully recording music across four decades as well as being the lone female voice in a male dominated blues scene.

• NORMA JEAN WOFFORD - Nicknamed “The Duchess” by Bo Diddley, she was the second female guitarist in Diddley's backing band.

• ALGIA MAE HINTON - She was widely recognized as a master picker and buckdancer in the Piedmont styles. She would often play her guitar behind her head while buck dancing.

• ETTA BAKER - She was a Piedmont blues/folk guitarist and singer who began playing the guitar at age 3. Taught by her father, long-time Piedmont player Boone Reid, Etta played 6-string and 12-string acoustic guitar, and 5-string banjo. She was a master of the blues guitar style that became popular in the southern piedmont after the turn of the century.

• JESSIE MAE HEMPHILL - A legend of hill country blues guitar. She grew up in a lineage of familial fife-and-drums bands from northern Mississippi, rose to popularity in the mid-1980s and had a fruitful career during which she performed around the globe, traveling mostly on her own. She played in open tunings and, having started as a drummer, had a percussive guitar style that included slapping and banging the instrument. She would also tie a tambourine around her calf, which, together with her strumming-and-drumming guitar work, gave her performance the sound of a one-woman-band.

• BEVERLY “GUITAR” WATKINS - One part soul singer, one part rockin' roadhouse mama, and one part gifted songwriter. She's been chronically under-recorded for a woman with her résumé, performing with the likes of James Brown, Ray Charles and Otis Redding. She didn’t record her first album until she was 60. Her blistering licks on a 1962 red Fender Mustang earned her the well-deserved nickname “Guitar.” She gon’ put on a show:

One more for good measure:

• WILLIE MAE “BIG MAMA” THORNTON - Also referred to as “The Godmother of Rock & Roll.” She was a blues singer, songwriter, self-taught drummer, and harmonica player. She was the first to record "Hound Dog", in 1952, which became her biggest hit, staying seven weeks at number one on the Billboard R&B chart in 1953 and selling almost two million copies. She also helped to shape the sound and style of “Texas-blues,” an evolving blues sub-genre known to incorporate swing and big band elements.

#black american music month #elizabeth cotten #elizabeth libba cotten #sister rosetta tharpe #odetta holmes #peggy jones #memphis minnie #norma jean wofford #algia mae hinton #etta baker #jessie mae hemphill #beverly guitar watkins #big mama thornton #black american musicians

[howsthetunahere]

ive already screamed about this on twitter but i dont care im screaming here too it makes me UNREASONABLY UPSET that this isnt in the show its such an IMPORTANT MOMENT ITS SO PIVOTAL FOR MUSTANG SPECIFICALLY

his guilt is SO IMPORTANT as part of his character and this is a literal smack in the face depiction of that guilt given form he'll never forgive himself and no one can ever give him that either and i mean not just because this one guy said so but this is how Arakawa shOWS us that

both him and Hawkeye REPEATEDLY talk about how they joined the military of their own free will, that they made the choice to serve, that they willingly carried out their orders knowing what it meant they constantly carry that knowledge and guilt with them and acknowledge it openly on multiple occasions

and they KEEP doing that even after Ishval because if they don't then everything they DID do would be for nothing it would mean nothing and it cant they have to move forward and they have to continue to pursue the future they dream of because they H A V E T O

they dont think they deserve forgiveness they dont think they deserve happiness but they still want to build a better future for others so that no one else has to feel what they feel, or do what they have done, and theyll take the corpses they piled on their own backs and carry them forever if it means they can achieve that

and FucKING HAWKEYE likens it to equivalent exchange, using alchemy to explain it, the thing that consumed her father and made her afraid of him and what brought that same man to make her the bearer of his lifes work, his legacy first and his daughter second, and then another man who she followed into war and blood and horror and she watched him use the secrets she gave him to decimate an entire race of people and then he used that same pOWER TO FREE HER OF THAT LEGACY! THAT BURDEN THAT SECRET!

and after it all.....

#roy mustang #fmab #riza hawkeye #meta #royai #fullmetal alchemist #killing myself

[mickimagnum]

My Top 23 Screenshots From 2023

Thank you so much @changingplumbob and @bloomingkyras for the tag!

Here are my picks, counting down from #23. 🤗🖤

#23

Summer Miller getting wet 'n wild on her jet ski

#22

Logan Cassidy & her mom Calico stargazing one night (Save RIP)

#21

The day Marin Miller brought Suki home

#20

Marin & Jeb Harris before prom

#19

THE forehead kiss between Albert Robins & Devin Delaney on Devin's Dude Ranch - A Bachelorette Challenge

#18

Miley loosing her mind over the bird ball | Logan Cassidy's Save (RIP)

#17

The day Marin & Greta moved into their rental in Mt. Komorebi for their year abroad

#16

Houston Bloom reading Devin a poem he wrote for her on Devin's Dude Ranch.

#15

Bree Abernathy & Michael Bell having a friendly chat on her front porch one evening (Save RIP)

#14

Photoshoot with Logan & Calico

#13

A look of worry on Devin D.'s face when she thought Gale might've knocked that barrel over during training.

#12

That time Devin Haywood (the original incarnation of Devin) had a duet with a fox (Save RIP)

#11

Bree doing yoga (Save RIP)

#10

Cheryl & Gale having a mid-day nap, because training is hard.

#9

Greer, my paranoid little cinnamon roll. (Postcard Legacy -Abandoned)

#8

What actually went on behind the scenes of those pretty screenshots I took of Devin H. and Bran Abernathy's wedding. (Save RIP)

#7

Devin H. and her mustang, Retana on Black Fox Ranch. (Save RIP)

#6

Retana having a siesta (Save RIP)

#5

Milo Penn accidentally knocking Devin D. to the ground during his entrance on Devin's Dude Ranch. (I'm sorry but really makes me laugh for some reason🤣)

#4

Bree levitating during her meditation (Save RIP)

#3

Marin not sticking that landing while practicing her cheers and Atlas' obvious concern.

#2

My favorite portrait from Devin H. and Bran's wedding (Save RIP)

#1

And of course, my favorite bridal portrait, of my favorite sim. 🖤 (Save RIP)

I tag (and sorry if I tag you and you've already done it):

@helloavocadooo | @invisiblequeen | @bakersimmer | @daedriyth | @eslanes | @harmonia-sims

(If you're seeing this and want to do this, just say I tagged you too!)

#23 from 2023 #favorite screenshots #simblr #the sims 4 #sims community #ts4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #my sims

[siriuslychessi]

Ten characters, ten fandoms

Name your top 10 characters in 10 fandoms, then tag 10 others to play.

Thanks to @stonecoldhedwig and @blitheringmcgonagall for tagging me! These has no order just what comes into mind:

Sirius Black (Harry Potter).

Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen).

Touya Kinomoto (Sakura Card Captor).

Makoto Kino - Sailor Jupiter (Sailor Moon).

Percy Jackson (Riordanverse).

Chandler Bing (Friends).

Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls).

Six (Lorien Legacies).

Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist).

Aizawa Shota - Eraserhead (Boku no Hero Academia).

Tagging: @thejilyship @merlinsbudgiesmugglers @annasghosts @annabtg @constancezin @abihastastybeans @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world @kay-elle-cee @charmsandtealeaves @charmingwillow @all-things-jily and anyone that wants to jump in

#sirius black #harry potter #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #touya kinomoto #sailor moon #friends #gilrmore girls #lorien legacies #fma #bnha #meme #pjo #riordanverse

[oolongslayers-blog]

Embracing Nostalgia: The Timeless Allure of the Vintage Mustang

Introduction

In the world of automobiles, certain names evoke a sense of nostalgia and admiration that transcends generations. The vintage Mustang, a true icon of American automotive history, is undoubtedly one of those names. With its sleek lines, roaring engines, and undeniable charisma, the vintage Mustang continues to captivate enthusiasts and collectors alike, reminding us of a bygone era while also leaving an indelible mark on the present.

A Glimpse into the Past

The year was 1964 when the first Ford Mustang rolled off the production line, instantly creating a sensation in the automotive world. Marketed as an affordable yet stylish sports car, the Mustang had an immediate and profound impact on popular culture. Its long hood, short rear deck, and distinctive grille gave it an unmistakable and timeless aesthetic. The classic "pony car" design was an embodiment of freedom and adventure, capturing the spirit of the 1960s.

Design Elegance

One of the most enchanting aspects of the vintage Mustang is its design. The sleek and muscular profile, often adorned with racing stripes and chrome accents, exudes a sense of power and sophistication. The interior, while reflecting the era's design sensibilities, is characterized by its driver-centric layout and straightforward instrument panel. The feeling of sitting behind the wheel of a vintage Mustang is akin to stepping into a time capsule, connecting you directly to the driving experience of the past.

Unforgettable Performance

Beyond its striking appearance, the vintage Mustang offers a driving experience that enthusiasts still find exhilarating. The growl of its V8 engine, combined with a manual transmission, provides a visceral connection to the road that modern cars often struggle to replicate. The raw power and unfiltered driving dynamics remind us of a time when driving was not just about getting from point A to point B, but about the journey itself.

Community and Camaraderie

Owning a vintage Mustang is more than just possessing a classic car; it's becoming a part of a passionate and welcoming community. Enthusiast clubs, car shows, and events dedicated to vintage Mustangs offer owners the opportunity to connect with like-minded individuals who share a love for these iconic vehicles. The camaraderie among Mustang enthusiasts is a testament to the enduring impact these cars have had on countless lives.

Preserving History

Restoring and maintaining a vintage Mustang is a labor of love. Many owners take great pride in meticulously restoring these cars to their former glory, ensuring that the legacy of the Mustang lives on for future generations. This dedication to preserving automotive history is a testament to the lasting impact of the Mustang on American culture.

Conclusion

The vintage Mustang is more than just a car; it's a symbol of an era, a statement of style, and a representation of the thrill of the open road. Its timeless design, unforgettable performance, and vibrant community make it an enduring classic that continues to capture the hearts of enthusiasts around the world. As we embrace the nostalgia of the vintage Mustang, we're reminded that some things are truly timeless and that the spirit of adventure on the open road never goes out of style.

#mustang #vintage cars #1969 #cars

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

Ford lost $32,000 on every electric car it sold in Q2 2023

Ford lost $32,000 on every electric car it sold in Q2 2023

P.S. Oops! A harsh turn! This is what happens when electric car technology is developed by a company whose management and engineers have no real confidence in what they're doing. Legacy OEMs are trying to build electric cars the same way as fossil cars, but this approach doesn't work, and it became clear when Tesla experimented with the first Tesla Roadster in 2008-2012.

It is no surprise that, for example, electric cars produced by Tesla in Riga can be seen every day without much effort, but the Ford Mustang Mach-E is very rare. I've only seen it once this year...Almost nobody buys them…Almost nobody buys them... In Latvia, the cheapest of them with a special price costs - 54460 €...

Also, the new Ford ICE cars have reliability and reputation issues too...! They just break down often and are expensive to repair...

Ford is definitely NOT a competitor to Tesla or the Chinese electric car manufacturers...

#Ford #Ford Mustang Mach-E #electric vehicle #demise of legacy automakers #ev sales #competition #Tesla #chinese evs #lfp battery #electric car #Youtube

[energy-5]

From Classic to Electric: The Transformation of Iconic Car Models

Electric Revolution in the Automotive Industry

The automotive industry is undergoing a monumental shift, transitioning from the roar of gasoline engines to the hum of electric motors. This transformation is not just about the emergence of new electric vehicle (EV) brands, but also about the electrification of some of the world's most iconic car models. This transition to electric power is driven by a combination of environmental concerns, advancements in battery technology, and changing consumer preferences. The journey from classic internal combustion engines to electric powertrains has been both challenging and exciting, reshaping the automotive landscape as we know it.

The Resurgence of the Volkswagen Beetle

One of the most beloved car models in history, the Volkswagen Beetle, has made a comeback in an electric avatar. Originally launched in the 1930s, the Beetle became a symbol of simplicity and reliability. In recent years, Volkswagen announced plans to revive the Beetle as an electric car, part of its broader strategy to introduce more electric models. This new electric Beetle aims to combine nostalgia with modern EV technology, appealing to both classic Beetle lovers and new-age environmentalists. While retaining its iconic shape, the electric Beetle is expected to feature advanced technology like fast charging and a substantial range, catering to the needs of today's EV market.

The Electric Transition of the Ford Mustang

The Ford Mustang, an emblem of American muscle cars, has also embraced electrification. The Mustang Mach-E, an all-electric crossover, marks a significant departure from the classic Mustang's V8 engine tradition. Launched in 2020, the Mach-E combines the Mustang's legendary performance with the benefits of electric propulsion. It offers a range of up to 300 miles on a single charge and accelerates from 0 to 60 mph in just 3.5 seconds. The Mach-E has been well-received, signifying a successful blend of an iconic legacy with futuristic technology.

MINI Cooper's Electric Makeover

The MINI Cooper, known for its distinctive design and agile handling, has also joined the electric wave. The launch of the MINI Electric brings a new dimension to this British icon, maintaining its classic aesthetics while integrating cutting-edge EV technology. With a range of around 145 miles per charge and a 0 to 60 mph time of around 7 seconds, the MINI Electric retains the brand's fun-to-drive character. This transition reflects the brand's commitment to sustainability while preserving the essence that has made the MINI a popular choice for decades.

Porsche's Electrification with the Taycan

Porsche, synonymous with high-performance sports cars, has made a bold entry into the EV market with the Taycan. The Taycan is not just Porsche's first fully electric car but also a powerful statement in the luxury EV segment. With its exceptional performance, delivering up to 750 horsepower in the Turbo S model, and a range of up to 227 miles, the Taycan has set new standards for electric sports cars. It represents how traditional sports car manufacturers are adapting to the electric era without compromising on performance and luxury.

The Transition of Supercars to Electric Power

The shift to electric is not limited to mass-market models; even supercars are getting electric makeovers. Brands like Ferrari and Lamborghini, known for their powerful engines and exhilarating performance, are exploring electric and hybrid models. The move towards electrification in supercars is particularly significant, as it challenges the traditional notion that electric vehicles can't match the performance of gasoline-powered sports cars. This transition is a testament to the advancements in EV technology, where electric motors can deliver instant torque and unmatched acceleration.

Challenges and Future Prospects

Despite the excitement, the transition from classic to electric models poses significant challenges. These include maintaining brand identity, meeting consumer expectations for performance and range, and managing the higher production costs of EVs. However, the future looks promising as battery technology continues to improve, charging infrastructure expands, and public acceptance of EVs grows. The transformation of these iconic car models into electric versions is not just a trend but a glimpse into the future of transportation, where sustainability meets style and performance.

#volkswagen #porsche #porsche taycan #mini cooper #ford #ferrari #lamborghini

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Getting To Know You Game

Thank you @heyjude19-writing for the tag! <3 tagging @sumbul @skiitter @leaffhouses @gemgirl28 and anyone else who wants to play!

Three ships: dramione, genya/david (grishaverse), darrow/mustang (red rising series).

First ship: sailor moon/tuxedo mask.

Last Song: i keep jumping between visions of gideon by sufjan stevens and the ambient worlds hp music on youtube (specifically the "beautiful morning at hogwarts" one.)

Last Movie: i have been possessed to do a rewatch of the shrek films (timecapsule popculture classics.)

Currently Reading: jade legacy by fonda lee (third book in the greenbone saga. really good series but almost painfully long. will be excited to finish it), vengeful (second book in the villains duology. it's very fun.) I am also caught up on detraquee (dramione) by hysteracal and it's slowly become my favourite fanfiction ever. an absolute delight I would rec to anybody.

Currently Watching: i don't watch many shows but i am watching some anime updates (jjk, my happy marriage, bungou stray dogs), and have watched the first two eps of the one piece live action (fun so far!)

Last thing I wrote: a jjk ficlet (why, brain. pls focus on original work.)

Currently writing: working on an original project unofficially titled Persephone, as well as my usual hp wips. I've also signed up for the hp pumpkin spice fest and am hoping the time constraint will mean more speedy writing this month!

[miroana]

My Lightbringer predictions

SPOILER WARNING — many, many spoilers for Dark Age and the rest of the series too, of course. Read forward at your own discretion.

@pierce-brown feel free to let me know if I’m right.

Kalindora (the Love Knight) was poisoned by Atalantia

- I’m completely certain of this. When has Darrow EVER used poison on his blade? To put it simply, he doesn’t need it. Atalantia, on the other hand, wears an actual venomous snake around her neck at all times (and I do mean all). Plus, Darrow’s slingBlade was shattered during Lysander’s little jousting session immediately after Kalindora was allegedly mortally wounded. I don’t see Lysander slowly dying in agony from poisoned metal shards embedded in his arm.

- Atalantia has a lot to gain from Kalindora’s death — namely, Lysander au Lune’s name and allegiance, his renewed vigor for war, and the (frankly, disturbing) relationship she establishes with him. Plus, Kalindora was a competitor in terms of political sway in the society reminant.

Volga narration

- Her journey with the Ascomanni needs to be told by someone. Who better than by her?

- Also, following the… umm… “worthy” scene, we’re short a narrator. Eph watching his own heart be eaten was really dark, Pierce. It only makes sense for Volga to pick up his legacy.

Diomedes au Raa plays a significant role

- Diomedes represents Iron Golds of the Rim and is currently with the Society reminant, but we know he healed and freed Cassius (who appears to be working with the Republic). He walks a stiletto line between allegiances, and after the deaths of Romulus and Seraphina, he’s basically the heir to the Rim.

- He has a very strong brand of honor that fits well with the honor shown by Cassius. Diomedes saved Cassius before and led him back to the Republic, and I doubt their relationship has concluded with that.

- Diomedes is also very aware of how traitorous, and, well, messed up, the Core Golds of the Society are, and we already know that he’s hesitant to ally with them.

The Blues will rally around Darrow

- It was mentioned in Golden Son that there are blue training academies on Phobos, which is a moon of Mars. Darrow needs a fleet, desperately, and we all know he’s a master at shifting the paradigm. Also, the Republic still has Colloway, a hero to the blues, and the ace pilot has not yet performed his pièce de résistance.

- I very much doubt Colloway will survive the next book, unfortunately. I hope I’m wrong.

Pax vs Adrius 2.0

- Forshadowed by the Abomination hoping to have a “passage” by killing Pax. I feel confident, however, that Pax will own Adrius, although not kill him. I mean, half of the kid’s DNA is Reaper’s and half is Mustang’s. Come on now.

- Bonus points if Pax kills Lilath too. please

Lykos is destroyed

- By this point, everyone and their mother knows about Darrow’s big, wonderful, bleeding heart, and Society Golds are great at cutting straight for vital organs. Especially if Mars is the final planet protected by the Republic — I just can’t see Lykos township surviving Lightbringer if multiple armies siege the planet.

Lyria infiltrates the Jackal’s dominions on Luna or Tokyo

- As the new Figment, her abilities and their source are incredibly unclear. I think she would do well in a mission like this, and along the way, maybe she can somehow free Sevro and we can find out what exactly the Parasite is. Hopefully, Victra is part of this too.

Quicksilver’s allegiances have changed

- I don’t trust this man one bit. Why was he so comfortable when Virginia blew off the Silver voting bloc just before the Day of Red Doves? Where did the Rim get those new ships that travel so much faster than those of the Core? Honestly, the trillionaire may be funding the Society too. War profiteering is the name of the game for Quicksilver, and I wouldn’t be surprised if his original backing of the Sons of Ares and the Rising was more of a successful investment than a moral cause.

Virginia and Lysander speak

- Somehow, somewhere.

- Lysander most definitely blames Virginia for the deaths of his grandmother, Octavia, as well as Aja, and this must be addressed. Lysander once trusted her, when he was a child, and understands just how brilliant she is, so hearing her perspective could change everything for him.

- I think Virginia’s influence, combined with the revelation about Kalindora’s death at the hands of Atalantia, will be a step in turning Lysander to the side of the Rising. Lysander is incredibly intelligent and empathetic, so I don’t think he is entirely lost yet, despite his horrifying plunge into space racism and rather unfortunate spearing of Darrow. It will be a slow and perilous change, spread over the next two books, but I believe the last Lune will figure out where the light is eventually.

I look forward to finding out what I got right when Lightbringer drops this July!

Hic sunt leones.

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[new-lorien-artist]

Like to think about John activating his Lumen lights the same way he willed them like an on and off switch in the first book, but later on as he develops this Legacy, his skin becomes kind of a frictional igniter and all he has to do is rub his skin in order to create a flame (think like Roy Mustang from Fullmetal Alchemist)

So he can create these flames via snap of the finger and will them over his body to become a living inferno if needed

#lorien legacies #i am number four #number four #additionally i think about him wearing these flameproof clothes #or clothes that take a really long time and a really high temperature in order to burn #like silk or wool #or maybe he wears gear similar to firefighter material #and that's what he wears for the rest of the series #ernest talks