#Chrysler F-body

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Plymouth Volare Premier Station Wagon, 1976. Plymouth's flagship compact wagon came with simulated woodgrain panels framed by stainless steel trim. The long-roof versions of the Volare and sister model Dodge Aspen were initially the largest selling F-body models but development of the cars had been rushed and a reputation for poor-build quality led to a rapid decline in sales of the whole range.

[exhaslo]

Corruption Ch12

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11

Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship?

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One Months, Twenty-Four Days until D-Day

An ominous wind blew against the city of Nueva York. It was a forearming for change. A change that many might not agree too. A change that you were slowly submitting too.

You sat at the edge of the Chrysler Building, staring down at the city below. Lately, you felt like your life was in a spiral of ups and downs. You were englufed in your love life with Miguel, but at the cost of your super hero duties. The people of Nueva York had started to hate you.

To abandon you.

It hurt, since you started this hero buisness to want to help them...You just wanted to help. It wasn't your fault that they kept asking and needing saving. It was as Miguel said, they just wanted more. You didn't have to risk your life for every little inconvience. You were doing your best.

But it still wasn't enough.

Miguel still had not had sex with you yet. You were being such a good girl for him, but it still wasn't enough. You were at wits end. What did you need to do to earn more of Miguel's love? What were you willing to do for him?

"KYAAAAAA!"

Slowly snapping out of your dazed state, you focused on where the scream came from. Swinging down towards the city, you scanned the area for anyone in distress. Upon hearing another scream, you stopped on top of a building.

Below you was your Green Goblin causing havoc. His laughter echoing as he threw some bombs.

"As far as I know, the next holiday for fireworks is in a month!" You called out, webbing one of his bombs to his glidar.

"You!? Go away! No one asked for you to intervene!"

"I'm sure the average citizen will disagree!"

You swing towards Goblin, giving him a swift kick in the gut. Green Goblin cussed and threw more of his bombs towards the crowd. You gasped and webbed each bomb, tossing them towards the sky. As you were distracted, Goblin fired more bombs towards you.

"You should have stayed in hiding!"

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Miguel sat in his living room, reviewing his notes from your blood. Now that he had everything he needed, Miguel just needed to start his testing. Taking a sip of his whiskey, Miguel hummed to the taste as he reviewed your file.

"Hm, soon....Soon, we'll be able to create the perfect offspring, (Y/N)." Miguel chuckled lowly.

"Miguel, there seems to be an altercation in Little Italy with (Y/N) and the Green Goblin."

"Que?! (What?!) Is she okay?!" Miguel spat, slamming his glass down.

"(Y/N) has taken some damage, but Goblin keeps trying to shake her off in fear of you." Lyla explained.

"He will have more to fear once I become more powerful." Miguel hissed, grabbing his jacket. "Lyla, I want Goblin to go flying. There should be a supermarket near where they are. Blow it up."

"Yes, sir."

Miguel's glare was prominent as he made his way outside. Of course he had to watch you even on your days off. Miguel needed to keep you on a tighter lease. And you were doing such a good job as his little pet.

"You better not have a single scratch on you, (Y/N)."

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You groaned lowly as you forced yourself up from a pile of rubble. Goblin was trying to run away. He seemed more frighten by something else rather than you. Not that you should be scary to anyone, but it made you concerned.

"Shit," You groaned, wavering in place.

It had been a while since you got into a good fight. Your body was aching all over the place. What you would give to go home and lay down. Hearing cries for help, you groaned as you went to aid them. You had to ignore your pain and be a hero.

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Miguel was disgruntled as he spotted you in the distance. He had parked his car in the middle of the destroyed street and made his way towards you. Why couldn't you listen to him? Why did your good natured heart have to play the hero?

"I might have to chain her up at this rate," He muttered to himself.

Miguel was not amused as he watched you whimper and struggle to help able people out of the rubble. Hearing a soft cry from under him, Miguel slammed his foot on the rock, silencing the voice. This was beneath you. This was not worth your time.

"W...Wait...I'm c-coming," You stuttered, missing a step and falling on your knees.

"Spider-Woman." Miguel called out, his arms crossed, "It seems as if you had forgotten about what we spoke about."

"Miguel?" You muttered, wavering in place, "I didn't...Goblin-"

"Look at yourself," Miguel sighed as he bend down to your level, "You are hurt. Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"Four?"

Miguel sighed heavily, holding two fingers up. This was disappointing. Despite your advance genes, you were still too weak to fight on your own. You weren't a fighter. This was just a cute little hobby you wanted to pick up.

"I'm taking you home, (Y/N)."

"N....o....the people...I'm not-" You fumbled your words as Miguel caught you, "Mig...uel."

"Shh, behave."

Miguel huffed as he carried you in his arms, returning to his car. He ignored the cries for help. They could save themselves if they truly wished it. They did not need you. You had done enough for them already.

Placing you in his backseat, Miguel glanced at your pained expression. He was going to have to teach you again. Put you back in your place.

"Remember, (Y/N), you agreed to do whatever I say."

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Everything hurt. Everything felt fuzzy. Slowly coming back to your senses, you let out a low rumbling groan. Your body was crying out in pain as you tried to move even an inch. That fight sure did a number on you.

Recalling what happened before you blacked out, you sighed. This super hero life was hard. It was definitely not for someone who wasn't trained like you. Remembering Miguel, you opened your eyes slowly, hoping that he was just a figment of your imagination.

"Mhmm, Miguel?" You whispered, staring at the ceiling above you.

"I'm right here,"

Turning your head, you spotted Miguel sitting by his desk. He was working on his laptop while you laid down. You wanted to believe that everything was a dream, but then you wouldn't be hurting as much. So Miguel did come to your rescue...but that would mean-

"You...knew?"

"For a short while," Miguel hummed, scooting his chair towards you, "It wasn't hard to figure out."

"Sorry...for not...listening," You whimpered, tears threatening to spill.

Miguel knew your secret identity. He knew and didn't say anything nor did he experiment on you. This had to be a sign. He was changing for the better. Miguel cared about you enough to leave you be. He just wanted to protect you.

"Shh, don't cry." Miguel wiped your tears away, "You're still very injured from your last fight. I need you to conserve your energy."

"Mig-"

"What did I just say?"

"Mhm,"

You kept quiet, listening to Miguel's firm words. He meant well. Watching him return to his desk, you closed your eyes to get some more rest.

After sleeping for another few hours, you came too again. Your body still felt like a train wreck, but you could at least sit up. This time, you took a good look around where you were. To your surprise, you were not at your home, nor any of the Alchemax labs. Instead, this looked a lot like Miguel's place.

"Surprised?" Miguel questioned as he returned with a small meal, "I won't experiment on what's mine." He hummed, pecking your lips.

"Ah! Well...um, sorry." You muttered, trying to find an excuse. Miguel scoffed softly,

"Although, I should punish you for disobeying me, (Y/N). You were supposed to do as I say and not get hurt. Yet here we are."

"I couldn't leave those people to suffer, Miguel."

"Yet they left you too." He stated, feeding you, "They care not for you as you for them. Remember (Y/N), I'm the only one here for you."

"Mhm," You nodded, swallowing your food.

"I'm the only one who came to help you. You need to just rely on me and no one else."

"Yes, Miguel," You muttered.

"I won't punish you since you're already hurt. But, you will have to follow some new rules for me." Miguel demanded, giving you another spoonful, "First, you are to stay by my side at all times unless I say otherwise. Second, you are no longer allowed to enjoy this hobby of yours unless running by me first-"

"Mhmh!"

"Shhh," Miguel grabbed your cheeks, "Look at the state you're in. You really think you should be arguing? If you won't listen, I'll give you a reason to stay home."

Your eyes widen as your cheeks turned bright red. Miguel returned to feeding you as he gave a few more small rules. None of them were really any different than before, you just had to go through Miguel before doing anything.

Miguel was just looking out for you.

Miguel was just trying to protect you.

Everything Miguel was doing was for you.

It was romantic.

"Do you understand, (Y/N)?" Miguel asked, setting the empty plate aside. You nodded, swallowing your water,

"Yes, Miguel. I'm sorry."

Miguel glanced at you and smiled. You felt your heart skip a beat as he leaned down to kiss you.

"Stop apologizing. Just remember that you are mine."

You leaned towards his touch as Miguel stroked your cheek. He told you to rest before leaving the room. Groaning softly as you laid down, you felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over you. Laying down, you couldn't stay awake much longer before knocking out.

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Miguel waited a few minutes before entering the room again. He fixed the hair out of your face before setting up an IV. He grabbed a bag and tied your arm up before taking some more blood from you. This was all for you.

For the sake of humanity's future.

"Lyla, where are Goblin's whereabouts?" Miguel asked quietly.

"He is in hiding. I shall track him down."

"Since he wants to play games, I shall bring one to him." Miguel chuckled, watching your blood drop into the bag. "It's never too early to start decorating for Halloween."

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[sunflowersteves]

hello again!!

i loved the blurb of the last req i sent in so you’re getting my new idea >:)

ok so miguel and reader are married and he notices that during missions she fiddles with her engagement and wedding rings under her suit and he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world 🥹

i’m just the softest for miggy i can’t

have a great day/night and DRINK MORE WATER!!

ugh I love this sm. ty for your patience!! I have so many requests for miggy it’s insane and I love it. So, I kinda got carried away and I made them fiancee’s but I hope you enjoy it 💗

pairing || miguel o’hara x f!reader

warnings || soft!miguel, fluff, fiancé!miguel

masterlist

Miguel is an intuitive person. He could observe someone from afar and understand their weaknesses, triumphs, and fears. He has always been quite the observer.

For you, though, he knew everything. Your favorite food, your favorite movie, how your energy levels plummeted after a lot of stimulation, the way you got nervous around new people—everything.

He might not admit it to anyone, but he knows. He understands that this level of love—this care for another person—ran deep in his bones. His heart always thumped across his chest from your mere presence. No matter how much he resists the complacency of personal attachments, he can never resist you.

He might be grumpy. He might yell and get angry. He might roll his eyes and huff out his breath, but Miguel loves so deeply that it punctures his chest and creates a chasm of adoration for you.

Miguel was obsessed with the silhouette of you alone, never mind the way his stomach swirls with contentment and love when your hands glide smoothly across his chest. Never mind the way his heart stops every time you send him an endearing smile.

Miguel is hopelessly and helplessly in love with you, and as an observer, Miguel saw the little things.

He observed the way you would fiddle with his fingers underneath the table when you were nervous.

He observed when you would tap a finger on his bicep, completely subconsciously as you told him about your day.

He observed how you pressed deep kisses onto the scars that scattered across his chest and abdomen.

God, how he loved it. He never said a word, though.

His lips would quirk in the faintest of smiles as his body felt hot from the interactions. His hand would splay themselves on your thigh because he knew that you would need something to fumble with. He would lean his shoulder into you so your fingers could tap away absentmindedly.

Miguel knew your idiosyncrasies very well—and it was a mission in his head to file each of them into his mind so he could keep them for eternity.

This one, though, was new.

Miguel had proposed to you a week ago—a week exactly from today. It wasn’t your typical proposal where everyone in the background claps and congratulates you.

Miguel had taken you to your favorite spot. In Nueva York, there’s an old district that was a historic area full of old buildings. He took you to the top of the Chrysler building—that one being your favorite from the older days.

He didn’t prepare a big speech. He wasn’t sure he could without the swirling emotions of how much you truly meant to him. So, instead, he makes it simple.

“Te amo.”

Your eyes widened substantially at the indication of those words. Your mouth opened, jaw dropped almost to the floor. Tears started to collect on your eyelids, but you refused to let them fall.

“Miguel—” Your voice chokes in on itself as he showed you the ring. He looks at you, eyes wide with hope. You rarely saw that expression flash across his face. “Yes. Te amo también, Miguel.”

Without any words, he slipped the ring on your finger, and the two of you sat in silence. His body pressed up against yours, and he contently sighed.

Ever since he slipped that pretty ring onto your finger, you would feel it. You would twist the silvery metal. You’d swirl and fiddle with the accessory.

Sometimes, when you really needed comfort, you would place your lips onto the solid ring. When Miguel wasn’t around, you knew that he was always going to be there. He was always with you—even when he wasn’t.

And just like now, as your listening to Peter B.’s words, you’re twisting the ring around your finger. Miguel watched from afar, without coming towards you, as you subconsciously press your lips to the band.

Miguel couldn’t suppress the smile that curled on his lips as he watched you. His heart beat loudly against his ears—mission no longer on his brain.

Your concerned eyes eventually found him, and you melted. He could immediately see the anxiety dissipate from your shoulders from his presence. It made his stomach swirl with love.

Then, a voice appears next to his ear. “You guys are so cute. I’m gonna cry.”

Miguel rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Lyla.”

“When you have your wedding, I’m gonna be front row, okay? It has to be that way because—”

“Lyla.” He growls. “Shut up.” He wouldn’t admit it in the whole damn world, but there was still a smile on his face.

[supernaturals-fav-witch]

☆~♡Wings♡~☆

Dating the angelic beings /being their soulmate (so being the only one that can see their wings)

Micheal/Adam milligan

Micheal is kinda protective over his wings at first

But when he met you he softened up

You seemed to want to see them all the time even when he hid them

So he let up

His wings are tuff and thick, not easily bent or moved

You still need to be gentle with them though

If you're to rough with them that will either 1 hurt him or 2 make him veryyy needy 😉

He likes being around you alot so when you're hunting or doing something and it gets to dangerous he will wrap his wings around you creating a little room where nothing could get through

When you have trouble sleeping hell wrap you in one of his wings like a burrito and it helps you sleep, it Also calms his and Adam's anxiety/nerves

Lucifer

AS SOON AS HE FIGURES OUT YOU CAN SEE HIS WINGS WITH OUT LOSING YOURE EYES HE FUCKING GETS WILD!

He's legit so f*cking happy you can see them without any reproductions

He always has a wing covering you're back

When you sleep or hug or kiss his he holds you tightly to his body and wraps his wings as close as he can without hurting you

He refuses to let you sleep outside of his wings

In public if you're shy he will guide you with his wings

Some times if you're hunting with like Sam or Dean and it gets to dangerous he will wrap his wings around you them telaport you to the thrown room in hell and play doctor/patent with you being to over dramatic making sure you not hurt AT ALL

His wings are sturdy and buff the are soft but not gentle

They are strong af, and they basically are everything proof

But if you touch or tickle his wings the right way, Here ->

🦼👩‍🦼👩‍🦽

He's gonna be all over you!!

If he's being mean you just massage his wing and he fucking MELTZ

But if others touch his wings he's sending them to his worst demons to get tortured

Gabriel

He wrapped his wings around you before he knew you could see them, and before you were dating

He's used to you and his wings

He doesn't see it as a big deal

He loves his wings but loves you more sooo

He's also very clingy and cuddly so his wings are always around you

The have huge span just like the other archangels, basically all the archangels wings reach to about 54 feet wide and 32 feet tall in my mind

I mean castiel says that his true form is the size of the Chrysler Building in New York, which is 1047 feet (319m) in height and he's just a angel so 1 imagine how big his wings are let alone how archangels are much bigger then regular angels so they could easily be like 2000 feet tall in true form.

Gabes wings are soft and gentle they often have a mind of their own and sway to music

Raphael

Questions you when he figures out you can see his wings

Is happy you can see them but doesn't show it

He usually has a wing around you bc he protective

He's not that open to pda but if you're affectionate alot then he will be too

He matched you're energy so you don't dis like him

One time you two where laying in bed and you were trying to fall asleep but couldn't due to how cold it was and you told Raphael, he let you use his wing as a blanket. He just opened his wing and guided you on how to Lay down on it and then wrapped you up in it

You fell asleep quickly due to the softeners and warmth

Now it's you're favorite thing to do

If you touch his wings without his knowledge his wings likely accidentally zap you a little bit

So always give him warning when touching his wings or else it might end up badly

He loves you alot but is very chill and doesn't want to have much pda, but if you do want alot of pda his favorite way to show he loves you is through physical touch, meaning wing hugs

Oh also when you kiss him without warning his wings flap without him trying

Castiel

He doesn't really believe the whole "soulmates" thing

But he he finds out about it he slowly starts to believe it more

He loved you even before he knew you two were supposed to be together

He grooms his wings alot, one time he had a hard time cleaning and area of his wings and you walked in, asked if you could help.

.... long story short you always groom his wings

His wings are strong yet soft

His feathers are like a super soft cats fur

When he's sad or angry massage his wings gently and it calms him down

If he's having a panic attack, hug him tightly and massage the base of his wings it will calm him

If you and him a near someone he doesn't trust guess what? ✨️wing burrito✨️

He likes rubbing his wings against you during sex bc it makes it more intense for him

He also rubs his wings against you when he tellaports so he doesn't scare you

When you sleep he puts his wings around you just so you're safe

Jack kline

Jack knew you can see his wings just by the way you looked at him

He loves you and loves having his wings around you

His wing is always touching you

When he's sad they droop

He loves you touching his wings but it makes him shudder

He fludders his wings when you walk in

If you're cold or sad he will wrap you in his wings and cuddle you whilst talking to you

He loves you dearly and the fact he can use his wings on/with you means alot to him

He loves you're touch on his wings

You and him both learn how to groom his wings

After he showers he shakes of his wings like a dog

His wings soak up so much water that it gets everywhere

He sheds his feathers alot and the grow back quickly

But you took one of his feathers and put it on a necklace

If you two are apart and you get hurt or are sacred he cans sense it through the feather of his you wear and he comes

If you pray to him you feel wings around the second you prey to him

Chuck sherly / god

When Chuck created soulmates he didn't specifically much except "every being had a soul that is ment to be with them, they fit like puzzles together"

When he figured out you where his soulmate and you could see his wings he immediately hugged picked you up and deeply kissed you

Scince he's god nobody can see his wings, it ruins them

But scince you're his fitting puzzle peace you can see his wings

He loves you but he loves that you can see his wings too

He constantly shows you pda/affection anywhere any time, and he loves showing you that through his wings

He spoons you with his wings

He pins you against the wall with his wings

If he doesn't want you leaving bed he holds you down with his wings

When you shower with him he has his wings close to you holding you close whilst he washes you're hair

If you get embarrassed he wraps you in his wings to hide you

[ere-the-sun-rises]

TL; DR: He bricked the Cybertruck but the F-150 lived

I saw an edit of this video on here earlier and immediately had to go watch it for myself. It's a pretty good video and this guy has enough wild-eyed crazy in him that watching him destroy a vehicle is very entertaining.

The gist of the video is that he pits the Cybertruck against an F-150 in an extreme durability test. Obviously, this is for entertainment mostly and not necessarily a product review, so I felt compelled to add come context to the "flaws" and flaws the vehicles demonstrate.

Disclaimer: I am not a mechanic or an automotive engineer. I do have enough knowledge, however, to add some information to what the video shows. That said, let's go.

Rolling off the flatbed truck without ramps.

The major difference between combustion/"regular" and electric vehicles is not necessarily what fuel they use, but how the engine is composed.

Combustion engines feed fuel into into pistons which allow in a small amount of air in to combine with the ignition flame to begin and maintain the combustion process. These pistons then compress, driving the pressure into the rest of the engine and using the force to create motion. This is why a vehicle, if left in neutral with the brakes off, will drift forward - if the engine is running, combustion is taking place and that forward momentum will be used. These pistons are what mark out a vehicle's V classication - eg. V-4, V-6 and V-8. This V number represents how many of these pistons there are and therefore how much power they can output. V-4s are usually economy cars, mini vans or very small SUVs (think a Ford Fiesta, a Honda Odyssey or a Honda CR-V). V-6s are for more robust cars, SUVs, and light pickup trucks (think a Chrysler 300, a Kia Sorento or a Toyota Tundra). V-8s are the strongest type, and can be put towards speed or hauling, depending on thr design of the vehicle. A Ford Escape, for example, is very fast for an SUV because it is built light and spacious - intended to carry its load inside the body of the vehicle. A Chevrolet Silverado, by comparison, is meant to haul and puts its strength into pulling and torque instead of speed.

Due to the fact that combustion engines have to generate their own energy through the combustion process, these engines are very reliant on "hardware" - ei. physical parts that operate based on physical imput and interaction. The gearbox in your transmission, for example, is made up of actual gears that have to turn and lock into place for the transmission to turn and thus power the axels which spin the wheels.

Electric vehicles have none of this. Since they have no power generation requirement, that space is taken up by batteries and motherboards which fulfil all the roles of various hardware. Why would you need a transmission to turn when the motherboard can command the axels to turn on its own? The trade off is that EVs almost exclusively run on "software" - ei. the onboard computer. This means that their undercarriage has no dangling parts to get snagged or damaged like a CV.

Neither of these things are inherently bad. On one hand, EVs have nothing down there to snag when it rolls off the back of the flatbed. Downside, the high toxic, flammable and delicate batteries are in the undercarriage. Damaged motherboards are also much harder and trickier to replace and repair. CVs have a vulnerable undercarriage, but they're easy parts to replace or can be fixed quickly. Most of the undercarriage of a CV is also not flammable - it's just running hardware and exhaust.

Suspension and ride comfortability.

Suspension refers to the metal coils and hydraulics that take and displace the impact from tires hitting and running over things. Suspension exists on a spectrum from "soft" to "hard", and most vehicles fall somewhere in the middle.

"Soft" suspension is meant for ride comfort - the suspension coil is kept less tense and absorbs more impact, keeping the ride more level and smooth. This is common in luxury cars or brands like Cadillac or Lexus. The downside of this is that it wears your suspension down much faster. They need to be replaced more frequently and it can also be harder on the axels, depending on what you do with it. Speed bumps, if taken unevenly, really fuck soft suspension.

"Hard" suspension is meant for durability - the suspension coil is kept very tense and rigid, displacing the impact more into the body of the vehicle and back into the ground. This makes the ride a lot rockier, but the vehicle itself a lot more stable. Most vehicles with 4 Wheel Drive or offroading capability lean towards hard suspension to preserve the vehicle's integrity and power output.

In the video, the Cybertruck clearly has softer suspension than the hard suspension F-150. This is why the Ford had a rockier ride but the phone didn't go flying when they landed. The Ford is much more resistant to hard impact than the Cybertruck.

Towing and frame construction.

Towing capacity is in part from the horsepower put out by the engine, but also by the integrity of the frame.

Most vehicle's frames are one solid aluminum skeleton, sometimes welded in places but often cast all at once. Trucks, specifically, usually use the "unibody" design with a built-in trailer hitch. This allows the entirety of the frame to carry the weight of the towed object as it would if it were in the bed of the truck. This is what the Ford is doing when it pulls the Cybertruck out of the mud - the entirety of the body is being used to pull.

The Cybertruck's hitch, in contrast, is attached only to the bumpers and not the frame of the vehicle. The bumper was attached to the frame, however, and when it tore off, it caused structural damage to the frame.

Frame damage is critical damage. It destabilizes the entire structure and can actually tear the vehicle apart from within. That metal needs to be reinforced or wholly replaced to be servicable again.

Aluminum vs steel frame.

Most trucks have aluminum frames ans for good reason.

Aluminum has the highest strength to weight ratio second only to titanium, meaning that for how light it is, it is incredibly strong. An F-150 made of aluminum is thousands of pounds lighter than one made of steel and is more durable.

Steel also goes brittle in the cold faster than aluminum, meaning it is more prone to tearing or rending under force when its's cold. (There's a test to determine this called the Charpy Test - go look them up, they're really cool.) Aluminum also rusts slower and less catastrophically than steel. You can see how this would be in issue in the cold or if your vehicle is left outside regularly.

Fibre glass vs steel body.

In the C-4 test, it blew a hole right through the F-150, because obviously. The Cybertruck remained intact, but jammed the door. This is more damning for the Cybertruck than the Ford.

The Ford is designed with safety in mind. The body of the truck is meant to take the impact in the event of a crash instead if the occupants. These manifest as "crumple zones", where the vehicle will let itself be crushed instead of the passengers. Fibre glass is very good at that, so that's what most exterior bodies are made from.

Crucially, they are also intended to be destroyable by first responders. A firefighter responding to a crash can cut through the door of that Ford with a saw pretty easily and extract the occupants. Alternatively, an occupant can force the doors open from the inside too, if necessary.

The Cybertruck is made of sheet steel and therefore much harder to cut through than fibre glass. The impact also jams the door lock, making it impossible to open from the inside. If your truck is on fire after an accident, you better hope the other door still works or you're dying in there. On that note ...

Slamming the doors and breakable windows.

The integrity of the Cybertruck's interior is a joke. What the actual fuck is that. Granted, neither of these vehicles are meant to be slammed like that, but the Ford's doors held together very well in comparison.

That means that even small impacts like slamming the door are being transferred into all the soft, squishy parts of the inside of the Cybertruck whereas the Ford is dispersing it immediately.

He calls out Ford's windows for cracking during this test, but again, that's an intentional design.

You'll notice he was able to grab and wiggle the glass without it breaking apart. That's because the glass is also, like the crumple zones, intended to take an impact on behalf of the occupant. It is designed to crack and spiderweb out BUT NOT shatter. Shattering glass can cause a lot of harm, especially to the eyes and face. Instead, even if it does break apart, it stays in larger chunks.

The Cybertruck, by contrast, does not spiderweb nearly as efficiently as the Ford and does, in fact, shatter in the driver's side window when they're throwing weights at it. It doesn't disperse the impact, it shatters under pressure (despite putting up with a lot of abuse) and it loses integrity in localized spots quite quickly.

If you're in a crash, the Ford's windows won't rupture your eyes with tiny razors.

Pulling strips off the Cybertruck.

This got me. This was the worst part.

When he pulls the strips off the top edge of the body, over the doors, you'll notice that it was glued on.

GLUED.

You do not glue metal together. You weld, rivet or bracket metal to itself (preferably like metal to like metal). Metal is usually not a porous surface, meaning it has nothing for the glue to hold onto. Do you have any idea how dangerous this barely-adhered strip of sheet metal would be if it flew off in a car crash? It's a huge metal boomerang - it's gonna kill someone. Temu-ass materials indeed.

How the fuck do you half-ass something so hard that you start whole-ass fucking it up? Lawnmowers have better structural and safety integrity.

The uh, the Ford doesn't have glued on body parts. If you were wondering.

Drive by wire and bricking.

Drive by wire is a cool invention and I'm sure it's pretty useful. In EVs, it cuts further down on weight and mades the steering more responsive.

In my opinion, though, it's a hazard on its own.

In CVs, the wheels are controlled by your steering column, which is attached to your wheel. The operation of the wheel is aided by hydraulic systems which assist you in the actual effort of turning the wheels. When your engine dies or the steering assistants take a hit, you can still control the vehicle directly (though it is much harder).

Drive by wire without a backup steering column (like the Cybertruck has) means that if the vehicle dies while you're in motion, you have no control over the vehicle at all anymore. You're fucked. God forbid your truck bricks because you drove though a puddle on the highway and you lose control entirely.

On that note too, I am firmly of the belief that none of your driving essentials should be controlled via screen. Physical buttons and shifters allow physical feedback, letting the driver keep their eyes on the road and move by muscle memory and touch alone. Touch screens are hazardous to the driver and those around them by forcing them to look at what they're pressing as opposed to the road. The Cybertruck's control screen being in the centre console also cuts down the driver's capability to use peripheral vision to monitor the traffic around them.

Now, most EVs put out by real companies do have a steering column and manual sticks still in place for these reasons, so it's not an EV problem, it's a Tesla one.

Driving off the lot.

I don't give a shit. Every vehicle you buy should come as advertised and drivable off the lot. You shouldn't have to get an app, set up an account and register your vehicle in order to charge the damn thing.

No one should be able to steal my car by stealing my phone. I draw the line. Fuck off.

So, yeah. The Cybertruck sucks even worse than we already thought it did. If you want an EV, buy it from a company that actually makes vehicles and not a billionaire's vanity toy company.

[the-firebird69]

You would need to do several things to this but I see what he's saying you can actually get it done you have to keep it front engine and we would need a different kind of hood no this has an angle on it and it's 4 inches below the hood already so..

-you need to take the back end and remove the rear fairing and there's a couple other pieces below it and on the sides you have to pick a panel off it's not a big deal we do that a lot and you just put a new panel on and a new back end panel and fairing and I know how that hatchback works and it does not really have to interfere with the extension because of the crazy design that you can put and extend it out of foot and a half and keep it a little lower but it will look very cool

-the front end is not as difficult you need new tires and rims and lower the suspension add some high performance parts and remove the front end fairing and panels completely that's the side panels and you need to remove the rear panels and put a wide body kit on we'd prefer to use panels because otherwise we'll look junkie and the fairing would be very cool it will look intense and really it's a Chrysler with it lowered it already is kind of low this is a from the ground pic it's only about 4 inches above it before lowering when you lower it it's going to be only a couple inches and it will look very close and very hot and I thought about doing it and I thought it was too much but it's not really I mean these are all bolts up and I don't know what the deal is someone else is bolting it but we get people telling us it's hard but it's not it's easier than the Toyota he says because Chrysler uses bolts and stuff until uses things that are mystery it's kind of true they're so damn hard and his stupid plastic balls fall off and you have so many who cares but that's his panel idea good God that was gross it saves a lot of cars from damage though you need to use metal for seconds it caught on fire they changed the metal we chased the metal but this is a great idea now that's the front and rear in a nutshell and you just ordered the same color as the car and they come with the stock colors

-there's another fairing that goes along the bottom and you need to put it on there it'll be a little riding about two and a half inches and that's what you want

-we always recommend smoke the windows we use film as far too expensive to change the glass on a kit but will offer it

-for the rest of the outsides there are details rear view mirrors and more and they would be in the kit at certain level and there's different levels I love the idea and I'm going to do it because I couldn't get the car out there my guys couldn't get it to work I don't know why this might be very hard but then again it might be easy in this car is pretty hard and fast it starts out at about 270 miles an hour and after the kit it would probably go over 400 they say that's a curiosity and I want to test it and we can raise the stock version that's intense it's a great idea I think the stock version will win but it's very intense I'm going to go ahead and do it and you know this is a great idea for our television program which is the name of it is Alex with Tommy f and we test out these cars did some crazy stuff but now you can do a kit car versus the original these things would rack up nice

-another thing is you would need to do the interior or be kind of heavy the seats in there too heavy they'll lighten it up and speed it up and safety is not right and you have to do up the interior a little bit dashboard and so forth it's not too hard and there's some pieces that are pain but once you're done it's beautiful that's another thing he'd want to do but he thinks that the coop is expensive and it is that's not that expensive now you can get a used one for 20 grand but to him it's expensive he can't afford a sandwich at Jersey Mike's and it's true

-along with these changes you need tires and rims and some suspension parts and we sell all those they're not very expensive and they make you go a lot faster

-we'd offer an engine kit and exhaust and we suggested strongly or you have to buy a kit that's different than if you change it you have to buy a kit that's different it's a pain in the ass might as well get the exhaust at least so you don't have to worry about it and you can change the motor later people don't like changing the motor because it kind of heats it up much but we have to include cooling now

You make a lot of kids we make a lot of kits and the neighbor knows what's going on but you can't stand it everybody's picking on him they pick on us we picked on him and it's horrible it's a real nightmare and having no money is a nightmare there's nothing to do except listen and see us that's what Max they Max want that there idiots so they push every button all the time they're horrible little kids and they need to shut up and they're fighting us a little and others is making them more heinous and it's not less it's still sucks real bad but these ships or whatever they are he says they're at Okeechobee but somebody said it and it was Justin or something he says no will and Bill someone said they're down there and a lot of them and they did say oh control me I heard it so we got to work on that that's an emergency I want to do this kit and I'm going to look into it it's a little tough at the rear he says and I have to have a little patience but I have the idea I know what to do I did the Volkswagen myself and I came up with how to do it he thinks it's really nice and smart we might do that that's ridiculous you might do one and it's not really the car it's the Volkswagen golf and yeah it's symbolic of like Dave to be looking for your people why this is starting to be stupid

Aaron m

We do know what the max status is here we know that someone's mining down south at the tip of Florida and we know why there's uranium there and people think it's an asteroid they're also over there at those two but in lake Okeechobee they are down below and our son is correct they are the Mac proper down below mining in lake Okeechobee and the radiation is escaping and they know it and people are getting sick it's more from that than the poop yes

Thor Freya

Olympus

[magnumversumplus]

Spells And Spoils Part I

A Fractured Fairy Tale Retelling Of: The Princess And The Frog

By Joseph M.

Doctor F. was no ordinary doctor. He had a job at the surgery floor, but it was no ordinary hospital. It was Technopolitan Limited Medical Center, one of the best hospitals in the area and a hospital known for using technology in fascinating ways. To assist him in his latest project, a surgery to remove a foreign object, he had chatty robots–little assistants designed to look like voodoo dolls, with stubby arms and legs that hopped around–bring him clamps to remove the foreign object from where it made contact with the patient. He weaved in the sutures, carefully making sure to check the heart rate while he finished operating.

The nurses around him applauded in the background, whilst some still looked at his voodoo doll-bots in disgust, He walked outside of the operating room, ripped off his gloves and surgical hat and checked out. It was the end of his shift, he was being relentlessly bullied for the tiny dolls he carried around and he was ready to go home.

As he walked out, however, he saw an altercation happening around the corner. An old man and his younger friend, seemingly recognizable public figures Bartholomew and his bodyguard named Lawrence, were pushing each other around and fighting about something. As the man who only went by the name of Doctor F. got closer, he learned of the playful nature of the altercation.

These two were not actually fighting. Rather, they were engaging in simple, playful roughhousing. Lawrence, a much stronger man than Bartholomew, made it seem like the fight was much more grave than it really was.

Doctor F. conversed with the two gentlemen, and Bartholomew explained his situation: due to recent controversies, the FBI were seizing his property and were confiscating the wealth he had left. He sought to have a simpler life and his bodyguard Lawrence sought to get married.

So, Doctor F. took them to his apartment in the city of New York, one overlooking a grand view of the city skyline. From his apartment, that dimly lit place he called home saw the Chrysler building right in his face, the MetLife Building just some immeasurable distance away, and the hustling, bustling street life a few stories below.

His apartment was littered with dolls similar to the ones Bartholomew and Lawrence saw perched on his shoulder, except these dolls seemed more real. Littered on the floor were images of him and his mother standing around in photos, him embracing his mother with so much love those who truly knew him wondered where it all went wrong.

Doctor F. sat Bartholomew and Lawrence down and explained himself because he had not initially done so when he first offered to take them to his apartment: he would give Bartholomew and Lawrence exactly what they wanted, but doing so required him to perform the voodoo magic he secretly did behind closed doors, the spells he performed when the Sun didn’t see his activities, the rituals he did when he was freed by the anonymity of the night.

He looked over the entire city of New York, over at a small mansion sitting in the distance where a sly detective that once helped the police poke around his apartment lived. He closed the blinds–and assured that nobody else could see the ritual occur but him, his willing participants and the voodoo dolls on the shelves–sang his spell in a series of prolonged high notes.

Suddenly, Bartholomew took the appearance of a frog and Lawrence had inherited Bartholomew’s body. Magic was seemingly real in this world. Explosions rang as the television flickered to life; a seemingly curious Bartholomew—now inheriting the erratic, fun and springy nature of a frog—watched Dr. F. as he watched the news, a live report of an explosion happening in the Financial District’s shipping port.

It was climactic, and it was something Dr. F. enjoyed: chaos. But right now, Bartholomew–as his consciousness drifted away–was concerned as to why Lawrence had picked up his appearance, and also–awakening at a quiet windowsill–wondered why he was now a frog.

The windowsill he awoke at was that of Tiana Lerouz: a passionate businesswoman who owned a china shop downtown and sat by the windowsill to dream about her business expanding into a franchise with stores across the globe. Settling deep within her own fascinating thoughts, she had ignored the talking frog standing on two floppy feet in front of her until a sharp, snappy complaint brought her back to reality.

Bartholomew the frog prince explained almost everything in scarce detail, vaguely hinting towards the fact that his own fate was the outcome of his and Lawrence’s selfish actions, and how Doctor F. said he needed to get true love’s kiss to become a human again.

Of course, Tiana Lerouz was hesitant to kiss him, rejecting any attempt by Bartholomew to make her fall in love and his fictitious stories about how, since he was royalty, he could pay for the business expenses their family faced. These condescending attempts at flattering and bribing her were hideous, and it was only after finally giving in that she decided to lean in and give him a small peck on his slimy, oozy, drooling frog lips.

When Tiana pulled away, she found herself seeing eye to eye with Bartholomew, who still exhibited the croaky voice, slippery personality and glowing green skin of a frog. She was a frog too now, subjected to having the same big eyes and swamp green scales. Frustrated by this new revelation, she sought out the source of the troubles: the pesky Doctor F., who wore black from his top hat to his boots; the bright purple streaks in his outfit screamed for Tiana’s attention, and he extended his massive hand to the be-frogged Tiana Lerouz.

Tiana was doubtful that this man was the one that scammed Bartholomew, but every passing second spent with Doctor F. and his ramblings about a lost history only confirmed her suspicions and supported Bartholomew’s story.

As they were talking, a sense of fear became apparent in Doctor F.’s eyes. Spirits grabbed his legs, their physical presence only hinted at by the shadows of hands on the ground pulling him, beckoning him to come back with them. They said something about a deal gone wrong, an agreement to erase history in exchange for something, and that something was probably something he couldn’t provide. Suddenly, Tiana and Bartholomew became human; meanwhile, Lawrence found himself back in his own body and without a penny to his name and a deeply seated lust for vengeance in his heart.

He would be rich at any cost, even if it meant engaging in the forbidden arts himself. He adopted the voodoo magician’s moniker, Doctor Façillier, and swore to obtain the wealth he desired if it meant communicating with the spirits. He made this vow with a singular, torn-up bill of US currency clutched in his hands, one with Teddy Roosevelt’s face and bushy brown brow sketched onto the head of the plantly green banknote.

[savagenewcanaan]

Savage New Canaan Will the New Muscle Cars Stand the Examination of Time?

Since we are well right into 2009 we ultimately have all three new muscle mass autos when driving; the Dodge Challenger, Ford Mustang, as well as Chevrolet Camaro. With the exception of a horse vehicle being readily available from Chrysler, what we have is a continuing muscle vehicle war from the large three manufactures that has been reoccuring because 1967. Approved, the GM F-bodies have not been available the last few years, now that everyone is back in the video game it needs to be brought into question; will certainly these new efficiency automobiles stand the examination of time much better than their precursors. Also, will these automobiles hold value better after that the generations prior to?

Savage New Canaan

 The brief answer will be, yes. Take the Ford Mustang for instance. Although the auto has remained in consistent production since 1964, the buzz surrounding the existing S197 Mustang introduced in 2005 almost measures up to the original style series of 1964 to 1970 that many all Mustang aficionados refer to as the 'classic' Mustang. What does this mean for long term Mustang worths? More than likely, the S197 Mustang will preserve both its worth and also roadway life for a long period of time. Why? Since the youth market demand the cars and truck; even the basic V6 powered S197 Mustang will locate it's roadway usage prolonged well past its regular life expectancy since the vehicle is so popular amongst young men as well as females.

Savage New Canaan

 The all brand-new Chevrolet Camaro and also Dodge Challenger remain in a similar placement. The Camaro is the everyman's automobile; it's appeal will certainly fluctuate, ebb and flow, but considering that the new Camaro is a well crafted vehicle that supplies much better gas mileage then it's rivals (in V6 trim) the Camaro will certainly likewise appreciate a long roadway life. When it comes to the Challenger, it is the rarest of the new muscular tissue automobiles and very popular amongst young men and also reporters. In a sense, it is the 'bad boy' alternative. The Challenger will always be behind the Mustang and Camaro in sales despite its popularity. As a result of this air of exclusivity, the long-term outlook for the Dodge Opposition is that it will certainly retain its value much better after that its rivals and gain traditional status rather.

[mikesavagenewcanaan]

Mike Savage New Canaan Will the New Muscle Mass Cars Stand the Examination of Time?

Now that we are well right into 2009 we ultimately have all 3 brand-new muscular tissue automobiles when traveling; the Dodge Opposition, Ford Mustang, as well as Chevrolet Camaro. With the exception of a pony vehicle being readily available from Chrysler, what we have is a continuing muscle vehicle war from the huge 3 manufactures that has been repeating given that 1967. Given, the GM F-bodies have not been offered the last few years, today that everybody is back in the game it needs to be brought into question; will these brand-new efficiency automobiles stand the test of time far better than their predecessors. Likewise, will these cars hold worth much better after that the generations prior to?

Mike Savage New Canaan

The brief response will certainly be, yes. Take the Ford Mustang for instance. Even though the cars and truck has actually remained in constant production since 1964, the buzz surrounding the existing S197 Mustang introduced in 2005 almost measures up to the initial layout collection of 1964 to 1970 that many all Mustang aficionados describe as the 'traditional' Mustang. What does this mean for long term Mustang values? Greater than likely, the S197 Mustang will retain both its worth and also road life for a very long time. Why? Due to the fact that the young people market clamors for the vehicle; also the fundamental V6 powered S197 Mustang will certainly locate it's roadway use prolonged well beyond its typical life span since the vehicle is so preferred amongst young men as well as ladies.

Mike Savage New Canaan

The all new Chevrolet Camaro and also Dodge Challenger remain in a similar placement. The Camaro is the everyman's car; it's popularity will certainly rise and fall, ups and downs, but because the new Camaro is a well crafted automobile that supplies far better gas mileage after that it's rivals (in V6 trim) the Camaro will additionally appreciate a long roadway life. As for the Challenger, it is the rarest of the brand-new muscle autos and incredibly popular among young men as well as journalists. In a feeling, it is the 'negative child' choice. The Opposition will certainly always be behind the Mustang and also Camaro in sales despite its popularity. Due to this air of exclusivity, the long term expectation for the Dodge Challenger is that it will certainly preserve its value far better then its rivals and also obtain traditional condition rather.

[waltfelix]

Dodge Aspen by Walter Felix

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1968 Alfa Romeo Carabo Concept Promised the Future (Part 2 of 2)

It might be said that the Carabo’s influence reached its peak around 1983, just as the last Japanese and American cars cast off their “European” affectations of the 1970s. The first, most-angular of Ford’s long-running Panther-platform cars were in showrooms. The Fox-body Mustang still carried its four-eyed visage. The Camaro and Firebird had just given up their curvaceous second-generation bodies in favor of more angular, compact forms. Mitsubishi’s geometric Starion and its Chrysler Corporation captive-import Conquest twin were on the scene, and Honda’s first-generation CRX entered production late that year. By then, the Countach had sprouted fender flares, but it had yet to adopt the disruptive strakes of the Anniversary model. The next year would see the debut of Ferrari’s Testarossa, whose softer, blunted shape would set the aesthetic tone for supercars well into the 1990s.

Ford’s Sierra and Audi’s “C3” 100 bucked the trend early, arriving in 1982. By the 1986 model year, when Ford adapted the Sierra’s jellybean styling for American tastes in the form of the Taurus and the Mercury Sable, the writing was on the wall. At the same time, the edge had begun to come off the edges in Japan. Honda/Acura’s Legend was essentially a softer take on the styling of the third-generation Civic that had preceded it, and the Civic followed suit shortly thereafter. The Camry received rounded corners during the same period, while Giugiaro’s long-running Lotus Esprit was replaced by Peter Stevens’s rounder revamp in 1987. And finally, the Carabo’s indirect descendent, the Lamborghini Diablo, arrived in 1990, shutting the proverbial scissor door on its grandfather’s revolution.

Yes, in the years since we have seen Lamborghini trot out F-117–inspired designs in the form of the Reventón, Sesto Elemento, and Egoista, as well as the arrival of Cadillac’s Art & Science form language. While all of these made bold use of hard lines, none were as simple, plain, and sharp as the shape of things to come that the Carabo foretold. The future, it turned out, was just a phase.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Plymouth Volaré Roadrunner, 1976/78. The final iteration of the Roadrunner was as a trim and graphics package for the F-body Plymouth Volaré 

[horrorslashergirl]

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector

A dark themed erotic novel for the twisted minds

Resume: Some things bring you nightmares and unwanted memories back. They say you can’t bury the past, because at some point it will come back. You weren’t prepared for this.

Chapter 1: Nightshift Turn Out

Chapter 2: Twisted Tongue

Chapter 3: Rising from fire like the Phoenix

Chapter 4: Video Shadows

Chapter 5: New beginning and Past memories (You are here)

Chapter 6: Lovers Reunion

Chapter 7: Sweet Blackmail 

Chapter 8: False Freedom

Chapter 9: Ugly Jealousy

Chapter 10: Sinful Ecstasy

Warning: This one contains violence and slight gore.

After three months in Jacksonville, you couldn't deny the loneliness that crawled up your very being; work was great and it paid all your necessities, so you couldn't whine about financial problems, but outside work, you were pretty much alone, saw for the fact that you took on a poodle dog to ease some of that depression. Dating just wasn't your department and most guys couldn't even live it up to put on a great conversation. You still kept in touch with some old friends from Illinois and occasionally chatted up with them to get the time going. One of your girl friends gave you some cheap advice about entering dating sites, but you knew from high school that most of these sites were full of creeps and old perverts who wanted to jack off to under-age girls. It made you almost throw up, but you took on her advice and entered one, putting on a single picture of you, but a very decent one. You weren't going to be found on a dating site with nude pictures of you, just no.

That's how you found yourself now on a Saturday night on the couch with a glass of red wine, your white-furred pet next on the couch, sleeping after a day of running with you in the park. Your laptop was on your lap, listening to some music, a separated opened window of the dating site. So far just a few guys entered to chat with you. One was living in Oregon, so too far away, another one was just flirting cheaply with you.

You wondered how your brother managed to get a girlfriend so easily. He told you that he meet her when he went to buy a new laptop; so far he was very happy with her. Her name was Spann and she worked in the business industry, you haven't met her but your brother sends you a picture of her. Definitely pretty and very professional looking. You were glad he finally found someone who will cherish him, she always came by to his apartment to help him and even cook for him. To you, it sounded like a dream partner.

You were pulled out from your thoughts by the sound of a ding, signaling that someone entered on your chatroom on the dating site. You only hoped it wasn't some creep who wanted your nudes; so you opened the window.

JSkull: Hello there.

Well, at last, it wasn't a direct 'I wanna see your boobs' message.

TattooedKitty: Hey there.

You sometimes hated your choice of username, but it was completely random, plus it had a bit f truth behind it, having your whole back tattooed. You did that in high school when you had that rebel phase, still deep inside you enjoyed the freedom you had back then.

JSkull: What's a girl like you doing on this site?

TattooedKitty: Trying to find a guy who can manage to keep a conversation, at last.

JSkull: Sassy. I like it, but trust me. You won't find that type of person here.

TattooedKitty: So, you say you cannot manage to keep up an intelligent conversation?

JSkull: Smart girl. I was joking. You don't seem like the type of woman to seek out dating sites.

TattooedKitty: Then what type of girl do you peg me as?

JSkull: Daddy's good little girl.

TattooedKitty: I'm not little and what about you? Why are you on this site?

JSkull: Kill some boredom.

That was his last reply, then he logged off. Well, that was weird and when you looked at the clock your eyes widened, remembering that tomorrow you had to go to work. You closed your laptop and went straight to bed before you filled your dog bowl with food in case she was going to wake up and be hungry later.

Somewhere else in Jacksonville...

Jesse smirked; he couldn't help but tease you and you took the bait. So, you were single? Perfect, all the easier way to get his hands on you. He looked at the silver clock on the wall of his office. After so many weeks of stalking and getting all the little information about you, tomorrow night when you will get off your shift he will strike, plus tomorrow Asa will arrive in Jacksonville.

The bald man chuckled silently, remembering how Asa always asked him how his tracking on you went. Jesse knew Asa like no other and he knew that the nerdy collector got obsessed over the little things. Jesse couldn't blame Asa, you were a piece of candy for the eyes, and he almost forgot of how many men he had to put off the dating game that was trying to get to you.

Jesse twirled one of his twin knives, looking at his reflection on the blade, scowling as the disfigured image of his face was shown. The thought of your face full of disgust when you would see him made his insides turn, a bitter feeling setting into his throat, but he pulled that feeling aside. He had to focus on the job at hand; getting his hands on you.

Yes, tomorrow would be a perfect day.

The Next Day...

Work had gone just fine, no problems and you could eat lunch in peace; you had some pizza with extra cheese and your favorite dessert, strawberry cake. It seemed like a perfect day and you were looking forward to getting home and having a bubble bath, making pour a glass of wine. You smiled as you saw the clock 10:30 AM, meaning that in just half an hour you will get off work and could head home, so you began to clean up your desk of remaining files and empty plastic coffee cups; you hated to come back to work with a mess for a desk.

You cursed yourself for having your car break and had to walk. All you were glad was that it wasn't raining tonight and it was quite a warm night. After 15 minutes of walking, you passed an alleyway but stopped when you heard some crying; it sounded womanly and your heroic heart had to make you step into the shadows, a little reluctant.

"H-Hello? Is someone there?" you asked, the whining continues and you gulped down, your instinct telling you that something bad was going to happen and you needed to get the hell out of there.

Before you could listen to your gut, a hand wrapped around your throat, slamming your body into the brick wall, knocking the breath out of you. Whoever it was, was strong, because it knocked you as you were a ragdoll.

Your eyes opened and were meet with silver metal, probably chromed. A skull mask? He was tall, very tall, you reached just his chest. He was dressed in all black, your eyes a little blinded by the red light on his shoulder. A videocamera? His gloved hand on your neck tightened, making you gasp out, your hands grasping his arm.

"W-What? What do y-you want?" you managed to ask before you felt a sting on your neck, whatever he injected into you, making you feel dizzy and weak, until you blacked out, your body falling onto the cold ground.

After 30 minutes...

He couldn't believe how easy this was; it was like stealing candy from a kid. Jesse smirked as he was driving to one of the warehouses he owned for his 'little' hobby, your body knocked out in the backseat of his Chrysler. Nitrile covered hands gripped the steering wheel as he was thinking what he will do to you once he gets there. Oh, he hoped you would scream and cry, even beg; that would be cheery on top.

After getting on the outskirts of Jacksonville, he finally got to the building. Even if you could get away, the closet town was 30 miles away, plus it was night, and cars hardly passed by here; another reason for why this was one of his favorite places.

Parking the car and stopping the engine, he got out and moved to pick up your limp body, getting inside the warehouse where many coffins laid there, some having dead bodies of past piggies inside, some of them so badly disfigured you need the dental-prints to find out who they are.

He put you inside one of the coffins, shutting the lid and waiting for you to wake up. By the dose he injected into you, you should wake up at any moment. After 15 minutes of setting up his mini-camera, he heard a groan from the coffin, a smile pulling at his lips behind chromed skull-mask.

Jesse got the drill and walked to the coffin, making a small hole into it so he could record you. You whimpered as you saw the lens of the camera, feeling like you would suffocate. Memories of when you were trapped into the red trunk came back to you. Outside, Jesse smirked seeing your panicked face and wide eyes.

"L-Let me out!" you screamed, banging on the lid, tears running down your face. This was too good.

His gloved hands were running on the lid of the coffin, his breath picking up as he saw all your reactions, the fact that he could re-watch them again and again, so much sweeter.

He loved to see you trapped, but this wasn't exactly what he was looking for, although it was highly arousing, he wanted you to fight. Taking the camera off and setting it up onto his shoulder, he opened the coffin, taking some steps back, knives in each hand.

You got out from the coffin and looked around, your eyes looking on the shiny silver mask.

"W-What do you want?" you asked, eyes puffy from crying. He twirled the knives, practically mocking you.

Then you felt your gun on the utility belt, hand grasping it and pointing it at the tall man, your eyes now pulled into a glare. Jesse tilted his head to the side, then took a step forward and a loud bang was heard, your finger pulled the trigger and shot him three times. You weren't going to make the same mistake as you did back in Illinois.

The only problem was that the man was still on his feet, a little take back that you actually used the gun on him.

Jesse wasn't dumb, and he had under his clothes a bulletproof vest. He huffed, then before you knew it he threw one of the knives at you, the sharp blade piercing your shoulder, making you release your gun and fall down on the ground.

The hit wasn't fatal, but God, did it hurt like hell, your breathing increased and you gulped down, feeling the warm blood soak your shirt. Your eyes looked up as the masked man approached you, his hand grasping your pony-tail tightly, making you stand up.

Even trough the latex material Jesse could feel how soft your hair was, and he was so tempted to use that mouth of yours on something much better than screaming, but he was a patient man.

"S-Stop it! You piece of fuck!" you screamed, only for him to tug harder on your hair, making you swallow your words. Jesse's other hand that wasn't fisting your hair, pulled out a mobile phone, typing on it very fast, then showed you the screen.

'Quite the mouth on you, piggy. Don't make me use it for something else that cursing like a whore.'

Your eyes widened, then looked from the shiny screen to the chromed mask. You were turned around, your back towards him as you felt him take your handcuffs from your belt, and with precise moves, he locked your hands together behind your back, making you completely useless.

His foot kicked one of yours, making you fall down on your knees. You could taste the blood on your mouth, the knife still impaled into your shoulder, then you heard the double doors of the warehouse open and you prayed that someone came to save you.

That wasn't it. You almost wished you were dead when you saw the bulky form dressed in black entered the building, black-gloved hands on the knives at his belt, black foam mask covering his face, and the eyes that haunted your dreams for months. Obsidian eyes looked into your eyes, your mouth open in shock.

'Finally, you came. She put up a fight. Quite the feisty kitten here.' the robotic voice came from the phone, the message directed to The Collector.

The Collector rolled his eyes and began to walk towards you two.

"Traffic. So, you got her." he said, stopping in front of you, your still shocked face making him smile, a smile that made chills creep up your spine.

"Miss me?" he asked, voice deep and mocking you.

This has to be a nightmare. Sure, and you would wake up in your bed, with your poodle cuddled by your side. Yes, it had to be.

"N-No...T-This cannot b-be real." you said in a whisper, afraid if you spoke any louder, your tongue will be cut off.

"Not real? Does this feel real?" The Collector said, gripping the knife from your shoulder and twisting it a little, making you scream and shut your eyes, more tears falling down your cheeks.

'We are gonna have lots of fun, little piggy.' the robotic voice spoke, a dark chuckle coming from The Collector and you almost fainted when the skull masked man was running one hand down your hip.

This was only the beginning, little piggy...

To be continued...

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Duke Reviews Xtra: The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Another Duke Reviews Xtra Where We Continue Our Look At Disney...

Last Sunday On Duke Reviews, I Reviewed Disney's Fantasia Which Features Mickey As The Sorcerer's Apprentice Well, Today We're Going To Switch Mickey With The Voice Of Hiccup From How To Train Your Dragon In Jerry Bruckheimer's Version Of The Sorcerer's Apprentice...

This Film Stars Nicholas Cage As Balthazar Blake, Who Is A Sorcerer In Modern Day Manhattan That Fights Against The Forces Of Evil In Particular, His Arch Nemesis And Former Partner, Maxim Horvath (Played By Doc Ock) While Searching For The Prime Merlinean, The Person Who Will Inherit Merlin's Powers...

This Turns Out To Be Dave Stutler (Played By Jay Baruchel) A Physics Student Who Balthazar Takes As His Apprentice, Giving Dave A Crash Course In The Art And Science Of Magic And Sorcery So They Can Stop Horvath And Morgana Le Fay From Raising The Souls Of Her Evil Dead Servants So They Can Take Over The World...

Will Dave And Balthazar Stop Them?

Let's Find Out As We Watch The Sorcerer's Apprentice...

The Movie Starts With An Intro By Ian McShane...

Balthazar Spends The Ages Trying To Find The Prime Merlinean With No Child Being Successful Until The Year 2000...

When A 10 Year Old Named Dave Stutler (Played By Ben Stiller's Son From Night At The Museum) Encounters Balthazar In His Antique Store, After Straying Away From His Class Field Trip. Giving Dave The Dragon Figurine, It Comes To Life And Forms A Ring On Dave's Finger, Revealing Dave To Be The Prime Merlinean...

But When Balthazar Goes To Get A Book Of Spells For Dave, Dave Accidentally Knocks Over The Grimhold, Releasing Horvath From His Prison...

(Start At 2:34)

Found By His Classmates And Teacher, Dave Is Ridiculed By His Classmates When He Tells Them What He Saw Only For The Shop To Be Completely Empty, But Either Way Dave Keeps The Ring...

Fast Forwarding 20 Years Later, Dave Is Now A Physics Student At NYU Where He Meets His Childhood Crush, Becky Barnes (Played By Teresa Palmer)...

No, Not Bucky Barnes, Becky Barnes Though The Possibility Of Relation Can Be Questioned...

With His Feelings For Her Quickly Coming Back, He Repairs The Transmitting Mast Of The Radio Station She Works At After It Is Struck By Lightning. Released From The Urn After 10 Years, Horvath And Balthazar Escape To Continue Their Missions With Horvath Being The First To Get To Dave..

(Start At 0:38)

Landing On Top Of The Chrysler Building, Dave Refuses To Help Balthazar As He's Been Under Psychiatric Care Since They First Met But Saying That Once They Get The Grimhold, He'll Leave, Dave Decides To Help By Taking Balthazar To Chinatown Where It Has Been Located While Giving Dave Sorcery 101...

But When They Get There They Discover That Horvath Has The Grimhold And He Has Unleashed One Of The Evil Sorcerers That Was Inside Of It With This One Being A Chinese Warlock Named Sun-Lok, Who Fights Balthazar Until It Ends Up On The Streets Of Chinatown...

(End At 2:47)

Changing His Mind After Defeating Sun-Lok, Dave Becomes Balthazar's Apprentice, Giving Him A Book That Holds The History Of Sorcery As Dave Agrees To Take On The Responsibility Of Being His Apprentice...

Meanwhile, Horvath Goes To Visit A Current Evil Sorcerer Named Drake Stone, Who Is A Criss Angel Type Magician (Played By Doctor Doom From Fan4stic) To Ask For His Help Against Balthazar And Dave...

Taking A Break On A Bench, Balthazar And Dave On A Bench Across From Becky's Radio Station. Figuring Out That Dave Likes Her, Balthazar Is Somewhat Negative On The Relationship Stating That Love Is Not Good For A Sorcerer...

But Dave Follows Her To A Subway Station Where A Mugger Robs Them At Gunpoint, Stealing Becky's Grandmother's Bracelet But Chasing After The Mugger, Dave Uses His Magic To Knock Him Out And Return Becky's Stuff, Impressing Her...

The Next Day, Horvath Plans To Use The Satellite Dishes In The Financial District When The Spell Is Cast By Morgana, While Balthazar Continues Training Dave Only To Be Interrupted By Becky Who Comes Over For Dave To Tutor Her In Physics. Despite Trying To Put A Dampener On Their Relationship, Balthazar Leaves..

Showing Off His Tesla Coils, Dave Uses Them To Make Musical Sounds From Stevie Wonder's Superstition...

To OneRepublic...

So He Can Impress Becky...

It's Not Quite Can You Feel The Love Tonight But...It Works...

But As Becky And Dave Start Somewhat Of A Relationship, Dave Gets Encountered In The Bathroom By Stone And Horvath, Who Ask Dave Where The Grimhold Is After Telling Him The Truth That Veronica Is Inside Of The Grimhold...

Saved By Balthazar, Who Traps Horvath Inside Of A Mirror Temporarily And Knocks Out Stone, Dave Tells Him That He's Tired Of The Lies And Wants To Know The Truth Which Leads Balthazar To Tell Dave The Entire Backstory Again So That Dave Will Know Everything..

Getting Ready For His Date, Dave Attempts To Clean Up The Lab But Frustrated At The Mess, Dave Brings A Broom To Life Which Leads To A Recreation Of The Sorcerer's Apprentice Scene From Fantasia...

(Start At 0:25)

And Yes, I Know That Some People Complained That "They F-ed This Up This Is In No Way As Good As Fantasia!" And While That's True I Still Like This Scene For What It Is, The Actual Sorcerer's Apprentice Scene With Hiccup From How To Train Your Dragon...

Chastising Dave For Using Magic As A Shortcut, Dave And Balthazar Get Into A Big Fight Which Leads Dave To Storm Out In Anger...

Seeing Becky With Her Friends, Dave Leaves In Defeat Feeling Like He Doesn't Belong But Following Him To The Rooftop Where Balthazar Had Taken Him, Dave Is About To Throw Away The Ring, But She Stops Him, Saying That Nothing Is Ruined And That She Really Cares About Him...

Disguised As Dave, Drake Traps Balthazar So Horvath Can Search The Lab To Find The Grimhold As Horvath Reveals That The Reason He Turned Evil Was Because He Was Jealous Of Veronica Choosing Balthazar Over Him...

But Freeing Himself Balthazar Fights Horvath And Almost Loses Until The Real Dave Arrives To Save Him But Unfortunately Drake And Horvath Manage To Find The Grimhold And Leave With It...

Following Them In Balthazar's Car In A Chase That Ends Up In The Mirror Dimension From Doctor Strange, Horvath And Drake Still Get Away By Turning A Person Into A Veronica Look Alike...

Knowing That Balthazar Let Horvath Go For That Reason, Balthazar Finally Comes Clean That Veronica Was His One True Love Which Leads Dave To Decide That They Are Going To Get Veronica Out Of The Grimhold And Destroy Morgana Forever...

Back At Drake's Apartment, Drake Wonders How They're Going To Open The Last 2 Shells Of The Grimhold Only For Horvath To Use A Parasite Spell To Steal Drake's Powers And Life Force...

So He Can Open The Next Shell Which Releases Abigail Williams, A Witch From The Salem Witch Trials Who Kidnaps Becky At The Radio Station But Unfortunately After That, Horvath Uses The Parasite Spell On Her So He Can Eventually Free Morgana...

I Guess It Just Comes Down To...

Arriving At Drake's Apartment For The Grimhold, Balthazar Gets Caught In A Persian Rug Quick Sand Trap While Dave Gets The Grimhold Only For Horvath To Enter With Becky With His Cane On Her Throat Stating To Give Him The Ring And The Grimhold Or Becky Dies...

Realizing He Has No Other Option, Dave Does Just That Only For Horvath To Fire A Energy Bolt At Becky And Dave Which They Dodge And Flee As Balthazar Escapes The Quick Sand Trap...

Apologizing To Balthazar For Failing, He Accepts Saying That He Would Have Done The Same Thing Before Flying Away On A Giant Metal Eagle To Becky's Shock...

Dave Tries Dropping Off Becky But She Won't Have It As She's Involved Now So They Come Up With A Plan To Use Dave's Tesla Coils Strapped To Balthazar's Car To Defeat Morgana As Horvath Unleashes Morgana From The Grimhold In Battery Park...

Finding Them, Balthazar Fights Horvath Off As He Raises The Bull Market Bull Statue To Life So It Can Chase Balthazar. Believing Himself To Be Victorious, Dave Arrives To Halt Horvath's Celebration By Using Tesla Coils To Destroy His Cane, Defeating Him And The Bull..

But As That Happens, Becky Disrupts The Spell By Moving One Of The Satellites Which Leaves Balthazar To Suck Morgana's Soul Into His Body, Freeing Veronica...

With Balthazar Not Breathing, Dave Uses His Magic To Resuscitate Him So He'll Live Happily Ever After With Veronica As Becky Arrives For Her And Dave To Live Happily Ever After By Taking The Giant Eagle To Paris...

We Get An End Credits Scene Which Reveals That Horvath Will Return In A Sequel That Will Never Happen Thanks To Everyone, Who Didn't Like This Film...

And That's The Sorcerer's Apprentice And How Could Anyone Not Like This Movie?

The Story Is Great, The Action Scenes Are Amazing, The Cast Was Good, I Just Honestly Enjoyed It As Much As I Enjoyed The National Treasurer Movies Who's Director Jon Turtletaub Directed This..

You Know Some People Consider This As One Of The Disney Reboots But I Seriously Don't And The People That Do Are Idiots Only Question I Have Is Why Did This Movie Not Do Great?, Is It Because There Wasn't A Nicholas Cage Freak Out In It?

Newsflash! We Do Not Need A Nicholas Cage Freak Out In Every Movie He's In!

The First National Treasurer Movie Didn't Have A Nicholas Cage Freak Out And Look How Well That Did At The Box Office Where The Second One Did And Look How Bad That One Ended Up, I Still Like The Second National Treasurer Movie And I'll See The Thrid One When And If It Comes Out But Still...

Either Way I Say Don't Listen To The Haters And See This Movie...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off

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Wings - Part 2

Wings: A Falcon Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count:  1649

Warnings:  Angst, body image issues, Smut (M|F, vaginal sex, public sex)

Synopsis:  Having Wings isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be. Sam Wilson might be the one to help you appreciate them.

Part 2

The first date was dinner.  It was a nice restaurant and because of your wings, you had to sit in the middle of the room which meant all eyes were on you both.  Him for the Avengers fame and you for the freak factor.  Everyone look at the mutant freak trying to act normal.  While you were both used to it now it didn’t make for the nicest date.  You’d cut it short and kissed at your door when he walked you home.  After that, you tried different things.  Cafes were too crowded and people swore about your wings getting in the way.  Walking was difficult for too long with your injuries, to begin with, but having a picnic in the park worked fine.  You still drew attention to yourselves but at least you could put room between yourselves and other people.

What you’d found was the best was rooftop dates.   There were no eyes on you when you were on the roof of your building.  No people whispering about asking the Falcon for a selfie.  No sneers about the mutant or people crossing themselves because of the fallen angel.  More so though, you both came alive up there with your view over the streets below and the wind whipping your clothes.  It was your natural habitat and it brought you both out more.

It turned into a project for you both as you healed.  You put an outdoor setting out there with a gazebo.  You hung up fairy lights and bought a grill.  A good one.  With a wok burner and the ability to do spit roasts.  You put in a lounge with a daybed and the two of you would lie on it and look up at the stars, him wrapped in your good wing as you talked.  As your bones knitted and injuries healed, talking turned to kissing.  Which in turn turned to making out.  Which turned to straddling him as you rocked your hips against him feeling the press of his cock against you and wanting it inside you so badly it hurt that it wasn’t.

You were waiting for the all clear though.  With the hollow bones, the risk of rebreaking things was high.  Until the doctor cleared you, you had both rather grumpily agreed to take it slow.

You stepped out of the medbay to where Sam was waiting was a frown set on your face.  He was sitting reading a magazine and when the door opened he looked up hopefully.  You watched as his features changed, trying to hide his disappointment.  “Aww, no.  Really?”

You tried to keep the frown in place but the way he was trying to be cheery was just too funny.  You cracked and started laughing.  “No.  We’re good.  All healed.  See?”  You spread your wings and flapped them two times.

He looked them over and a large smile broke out on his face.  “Alright, smart ass.  You got me.”  He said and wrapped you in his arms.  He leaned into you and your bridged the distance, kissing him deeply as you folded your wings against your back.

You pulled back and grinned at him.  “I know I complain about it all the time.  But I really, really want to fly.”

His hands slid down your back and over your ass.  “Now you’re talking.”

You waited for Sam on the party deck, standing out on the landing pad and letting the wind ruffle your feathers.   You breathe deeply and spread your wings, the updrafts catching in them and lifts you onto your toes.  You can just hear the sounds from the streets below, but it’s muffled and far off.  You felt alone and free.  Something you’d taken for granted being able to fly, only ever focussing on the pain.  Being with Sam and hearing all the things he loved about it, you started to see the good too.

He appeared behind you and put his hand on your hip.  You closed your wings and let yourself fall back to the platform.  Sam kissed the side of your neck.  “Little eager are we?”

“I can’t believe how much I missed it.”  You say taking another deep breath.

“Little bit of ‘you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone’?”  He asked.

You smiled and stepped away from him, looking back over your shoulder.  “Something like that you say and leaped off the edge of the building.  You could just hear Sam call after you as you start to plummet.

“Oh, it’s on.”

You opened up your wings and caught an updraft letting it pull you back up as Sam swooped past you.  You followed him.  He was much faster than you.  His wings are powered and designed for peak aerodynamics.  Yours are what they are.  Not perfect in any way.  He looped back to you a lot and the smile never left his face.  You followed after him, enjoying the wind in your hair and the way it whistled past your ears.  After a while, the ache in your back and chest started to get to you, and your breathing became more labored.  You pointed at the Chrysler Building and he nodded, heading to it.

He landed on one of the balconies and retracted his metal wings as he watched you approaching him.  You set down on one eagle heads and tucked your wings in as you walked along the edge of it.

“Damn you’re beautiful.”  Sam sighed as you stepped down onto the balcony.  The sun had started to set and slowly the lights in the city were coming on below.  Sam pulled you into his arms and you kissed him deeply.  Your mouths moved together, tongues dancing with each other.  You had already been breathless before his lips had touched yours, and now you began to feel lightheaded from it.  You pulled back with a gasp of air and he smiled at you.  “Lucky everyone seems to have gone home already.  Don’t think we’re technically allowed up here.”

You walked your fingers up his chest and smiled at him.  “Got the whole place to ourselves, huh?”

Sam raised his eyebrows.  “You saying what I think you’re saying.”  He asked, his hands going to your ass.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head.  Sam groaned, lifting you up.  You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pressed you into the side of the building.  You kissed hungrily as he rolled his hips against you.  His cock hardened in his pants and pressed against your pussy.  He palmed you breast, squeezing and massaging it, making your nipples harden and sending a dull wave of pleasure through it.  You moaned into his mouth, rocking your hips and wrapping your wings around you both.

Sam’s mouth moved to your throat and he sucked on it hard enough to bruise your skin.  It added to everything else, your arousal grew hot and raw inside.  Running through your veins and dripping from your cunt, soaking your panties.   His fingers slipped between your legs, up under your skirt and ran up and down your pussy through your panties.  He made a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl.  “Fuck, baby.”

“I need you, Sam.  Please.”  You whimpered.

He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out.  You felt it press against you through your underwear.  You whined, rolling your hips against him, pushing for more.  He shifted your panties aside and with a snap of his hips, he was inside of you.

“Oh fuck.  Yes.”  You gasped.  The moan you made was quickly silenced by his lips, as he kissed you again.  He rutted into you, pushing you against the wall with every thrust of his hips.

You opened your wings and used them to spin him.  He broke the kiss and laughed.  “It’s gonna be like that?”

“Mm-hmm…”  You hummed bracing your feet against the wall and bouncing against him.  He groaned and his fingers dug into your hips letting you take control and ride him.  You held on and kissed and bit at his throat, feeling his pulse under your lips.

You flapped your wings and for a moment you were both lifted from the ground.  “Holy shit.”  Sam gasped.  “Do that again.”

You started to flap, taking off from the ground.  He was heavy but you wrapped yourself around him and pulled him up with you, you rolled over so gravity had him pushing down into you.  Sam, pressed a button on his suit extending his wings and the two of you started moving together.  You spiraled and looped through the sky, soaring higher and free falling down as you fucked.  Adrenaline coursed through your system and you both panted and moaned as you completely fell apart.  When your orgasm hit, your limbs tightened around him.  A rush of endorphins hit mixing with the adrenaline and making you feel high.  “Oh fuck, Sam.  I can’t…”  You panted against him.

He nodded, his hips snapping into you, as he kept you both aloft.  “I know.  I got you.”  His cock began to twitch and 1500 feet above the city, he released inside of you.  “Oh fuck yeah.”  He groaned.

When his cock stilled the two of you separated and scrambled to straighten yourselves out.  It was dark now and the lights of the city spread out below you.  You flew in formation back to the Avengers tower, touching down on the landing pad gently, as Sam landed heavily beside you.  He was laughing and he bent over resting his hands on his thighs.  “Holy shit.  That was intense.”

You rubbed your chest and grinned at him.  “Feel kinda high.  Killed my back though.”

He wrapped an arm around you and started guiding you back into the tower.  “Let me go get my pack off and we’ll grab something to eat and see what we can do about that.”

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One other companies we are acquiring and Sherry is on the way see if it was funny and Burger King it was so if you want a drag queen and a son says you're putting it away it makes me think the clones might be influencing it somehow. We would like you to race and for the honor of the crown mac daddy says your old and her position as a different name but the same girl and she's pleased and it means that they probably are taking over women's bodies. So she accepts and she says I am her daughter. And ppl agree. Were pleased your requesting to race. The dragster that the actual Queen was using is made and designed by Ford so you'll be working with Hera we're going to build a new one only because the other is historic and some people think it's bad karma unless Mac Daddy disagrees and he does so you going to be racing her drag car. We are acquiring other automobile manufacturers and quite a few of them have signed over along with the two huge ones

AMC automobile and that includes Jeep and a couple other vehicles that are not well known but in military vehicles and yes what is Oshkosh the other is Humvee they're all made by Jeep cuz asking us and asking us and we didn't tell him we are acquiring this companies this week and but they have signed all the preliminary agreements we hope to close today

**along with other companies comes Chrysler is a huge company and it's being signed over to us today and John reborn sold his shares ages ago but a month ago sold the last few shares and we purchase them these companies are being mentioned because they are signed over to us recently and we finalize with Chrysler today. We have many new designs and new line and kind of where all pitching in on this company. And we revamped the line because it was not making any sense we cleaned it up there aren't that many SUVs and we have the original lineup and redesigned vehicles and we kept the minivans and they are heavy duty still and we added back in civil cars and there's no truck and that's pretty much it so much better line

Genesis automobile is owned and operated by Tommy f and he is an enemy combatant and we have instructions for the military to commandeer his plants and we're doing that already but 50% of them are in and he's the one making his Genesis cars into hot rods and they're not really hot rod Worthy it's just a regular sedan is it more like the sux 2000 type of vehicle and that's exactly what they are by the way she does says cars they didn't modified. We have several other companies were acquiring

What signing today we have quite a few and probably just list them here Pontiac which the guys are handling and that's our son's cadre and along with the AMC and Jeep there's another company is that grouping and we almost forgot it and there's some companies that Tommy Allen used to always mention he's trying to remember the damn name of it it's international and they make trucks and they make pickup trucks too and they make like a bronco type vehicle and he's going to make them because doesn't really have hey heavy duty truck and Hera might try and make her company stocks of again which is Coleman and she wants to call them Pullmans. But he's intended on releasing a line of pickup trucks that are all heavy duty and he's going to do that with GMC again and they might sell a lot less vehicles but it's embarrassing because most of them are weaker than the Chevy so why do that and a lot of fleet companies drop them because they don't provide any anything on his reintroducing them as well but these trucks will be truly heavy duty and internationalism is a big trucking company it's going to have some really big trucks in it and hefty and a lot of them are going to be big and powerful there won't be that many there's a smaller stop doing any small full-size trucks with international is doing it with his GM company and Hera was Ford and that's who's going to be doing that

There's a few other companies that were acquiring that are automobile manufacturers and is global Toyota is one and they are cited today, Honda another and that's today and he wishes his father her mother well as did Hera. And it's going to be greatness and he says it too. And there's a few others at Nissan and a Kia and Mitsubishi and many more in Asia and there's a whole bunch of companies try to voters and all these vehicle companies are going to sign over coming tonight but in Eastern Time it is the final siding answer headquarters and we're going over the transfer

Along with these huge transportation manufacturers are other items like shipbuilding and trains and the ships are gigantic right now to try issue and a whole bunch of people are looking for them and we're not providing them with ships.. and we mentioned this like 20 huge ones and 200 medium and 500 small and we will acquire those later today and until tonight. The trade companies are going to site over today and that's half of them it will be out to men's all of it and monitor all of it very quickly okay we're doing that. Today it's not that maybe you oppose it but we can supply especially in Florida.

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