#Lee auto

[hairtriggerfirewitchh]

Did you know that Simone Biles can jump 20 feet vertically in the air without bending her knees?

[straykids-17]

SCOUPS, JOSHUA, DINO MCountdown interview [241017]

alt title: joshua choosing violence against his members yet again

[phatkochi]

Sillay Chinatown Wars stuff

Probably doesn't make much sense out of context but it's based after the Dragon Haul Z mission

Put the comic last cause womp womp

[girltheftauto]

Inside out if it was filmed inside my head

[dalekofchaos]

Grand Theft Auto Legends 2012 by Patrick Brown

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Shelby ME 2.2 Turbo Prototype, 2023. The AC 3000ME was first revealed in 1973 but production delays meant it didn't go on sale until 1979. It was a sales disaster, however Americans Barry Gale and Steve Hitter saw potential to repurpose the car for the US market. Carroll Shelby, who was working with Chrysler at the time, became involved. After an abortive attempt to power the car with a Chevrolet V6, it was fitted with a Shelby-tuned turbocharged version of Chrysler's then new 2.2 litre 4-cylinder engine from the K-series. Presented at the Los Angeles Auto Show, Lee Iacocca, Chrysler's chairman, wasn't interesting in pursuing the project and the mid-engined AC-Shelby went no further

show photographs from Alden Jewell auto historian on flickr

[bruceredcloud]

A whole night talk.

[xenogero]

First time drawing Huang Lee, I didn't like the final result that much, but I think it's a good attempt. 🥺💚

[britsyankswheels24]

🇺🇲 Let's dive into the captivating history and features of the 1967 Mercury Cougar—a true icon of American automotive design and performance, the unleashed Spirit of American Muscle Cars.

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💎 The 1967 Mercury Cougar remains a sought-after classic among collectors and enthusiasts. Its blend of style, comfort, and raw power encapsulates the spirit of American muscle cars from the golden era of automotive design.

[marmakar]

MHAHA, I just can't! Those two from the Chinatown Wars intro look so much like Toni Cipriani and Claude, I wouldn't be surprised if it was a real Easter Egg. AND NO ONE EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT IT, LOL (there are actually a lot of references there…) AND THIS IS REALLY THEM, but and isn't them at the same time, HAHA (don't talk about "it's different universes", it's -> 🤓🤡), because LCS/VCS/CTW have almost the same authors. I LOVE THESE GAMES, I WANT TO EAT THEM.

[mymegrokosmos]

best friends to lovers sangyeon drabble - part 1

might flesh this out better if you'd be interested in reading more mechanics tbz.

sangyeon has worked at the auto body shop for as long as you've known him. which is to say, your entire adult lives and then some. you've watched him go from gangly boy starting his first job at fifteen to the grown man who not only bought the shop he owns outright now but also built a brand he's franchised and owns 2 other locations of. to say you're proud is an understatement but neither of you ever expected to end up where you find yourselves now.

it all started on a quiet thursday, you'd come in to ask if your best friend had an opening to check out the sticky breakpads on your car only to find him crumpled over his desk, head in his hands. paperwork wasn't his favourite but sangyeon was usually great with numbers, his accounting knack was a big part of how he had come this far with the business, and you smiled when he grimaced at the sound of your knees cracking when you squatted down beside his desk to meet his eyes.

unusually tired, even for him, they brightened a little when you leaned in to brush your fingers over his deep purple eye bags and fuss over him. "yeonie, you're going to run yourself into the ground. how long have you been at this?"

he didn't lean away from your touch, just making a face at you and tugging you up to your feet. he hated when you knelt for him, had always hated to see you lower yourself for anyone, and that was one thing that hadn't changed over the years. you perched on his lap instead, forcing him to lean back in his seat and stop hunching.

he ran a hand through his hair and stretched. "today? or in general?"

you sighed. "you're taking a break. come get coffee with me, cobie can run things for twenty minutes. i have something to run by you anyway."

jacob, it turned out, was busy helping hyunjae unload a delivery of parts but kevin was in and he could be trusted to man the shop. for a short while at least. between him and juyeon they'd be silly but nothing should burn to the ground while you went on a coffee run. they'd co-managed before for longer periods of time than this. you, unlike sangyeon, had faith in their ability to lock in as needed and get done what needed doing. kevin was adaptable and sangyeon's youngest brother was capable. if they got out of line jacob could pull them back in and despite hyunjae's usually easygoing nature the middle lee brother could also focus well when needed. they'd be just fine.

and they were. it was yourself you should have been worrying about. for all that he looked soft, he was at times, and gentle sangyeon was often a wolf in sheep's clothing. the man was sharp and even when he didn't comment on it right away you knew his eyes caught everything.

so it came as no surprise when you reached to pick up the tray of coffees in front of you and a hand caught your wrist.

"i've got it."

you turned to tell him he didn't have to, that you could handle carrying a few drinks, when you noticed the way his eyes had narrowed. his hand was warm, rough with callouses but still gentle, as he traced his fingers over the faint bruising on your skin. he frowned, taking your hand and scooping up the stacked trays with the other. he led you over to a table, setting the coffee down without a second glance. one hand slid down to your hip to guide you into a chair and he pushed your sleeve up further, mapping the shape of the yellow marks and sighing when they nearly, but not quite, lined up with his fingers.

"when?" his voice was quiet, soft, and you could almost feel the thunder rumbling under the surface of the word.

he didn't have to ask who. you both knew. you didn't bother coming up with excuses, sliding your wrist out of his grasp to cup his cheek where he knelt in front of you. it didn’t soften the anger in his eyes but he let you stroke your thumb over his cheekbone, more to soothe yourself than to reassure him, without a word. he could be incredibly patient when he wanted to.

"it doesn't matter yeonie. he's gone for good this time. i promise. that's part of what i wanted to talk to you about today."

"y/n." his eyes didn't leave yours.

you could see that he wasn't going to let this go until you told him. especially since you'd been keeping it from him, very deliberately, until the bruising healed enough you could be reasonably certain he wouldn't go looking for your ex. that wasn't something either of you needed.

"two weeks ago maybe? i already talked to min and hak. i filed a report just like you told me to last time. hoonie's been letting me stay with him. i'm being safe, i promise."

he relaxed, just a little, gently taking your wrist back into his hand to press a kiss to your pulse point. you could live a thousand lifetimes and never get used to the sweet little things he did, how they still made your heart jump straight into your throat even if he had no idea he affected you this way anymore.

"good."

he stood and you took the hand he offered, letting him pull you up beside him.

"changmin recorded everything. you know he and hak are thorough. they've documented every threat, every bruise, every phone call. i've changed my number and my locks. hoonie spoke to my landlord for me. i'm moving out next week. i wanted to ask if the apartment in your building was still empty, actually. if you wouldn't mind me applying for it."

he blinked at you as he scooped up the coffees, letting you take the lighter tray while he considered. "i think they leased it last week. you know you could always move in with me. jae's been gone three months now, i have the space."

you shook your head, pressing a kiss to his hand and sliding around him to walk ahead. "i told you already, i'm not invading your apartment."

"why not? it's just me now, you can’t keep using ju and jaehyun as excuses. i have the room. it's close to your work. the rent is better than you were paying at your old place."

"sangyeon..."

"unless you don't want to live with me. unless i'm the problem in this situation."

you nearly walked right into a table turning your head over your shoulder to stare at him.

"careful sweetheart." his free hand guided you out of the way, fingers curling into the belt loops on your jeans to tug you to the side so your hip missed the chairs beside it.

"why are you like this?"

"incredibly smart and handsome? very talented? a gentleman? take your pick darling."

you could hear the smirk in his words, not needing to glance back to see it. you kept your face forwards, stepping through the door he reached forward to push open ahead of you both and only stopping once you were safely on the sidewalk.

"more like incredibly annoying and a pain in my ass."

he just shrugged and one hand came to rest on the small of your back as he guided you to stand away from the street. the walk back was quick and you only nearly tripped over your own feet twice. not a big deal since sangyeon kept to the street side of the walkway and the hand on your back steadied you before you even realized you were stumbling. he was good at that. good at a lot of things really.

"so, what is it then? that keeps you from saying yes?"

you considered it, stealing a sip from his coffee. it was still bitter. your nose scrunched up and he sighed.

"you'd think after twelve years you'd have figured out my coffee order isn't going to taste any different."

you shrugged. "habit."

he ruffled your hair. "uh huh. now spill y/n."

you sighed. "last time we lived together it didn’t end well."

"last time we lived together we were nineteen, and stupid."

you smiled softly. "okay, true."

"mostly me. i was an insensitive idiot."

you were a little impressed he could admit it. you shrugged, sipping your own coffee.

"mm, but i was also kind of unfair to you."

he shook his head. "no, you were young and scared. i've never blamed you for that fight you know."

you stopped outside the building. "i know. but can we talk about this over dinner? i came by to see if i could drop my car off but my lunch is half over and i'd like to spend the rest of it enjoying your company."

"what's wrong with your car?"

"the break pads are sticking. nothing too serious but i figured i should get you or one of the guys to take a look before you berate me."

he nodded. "i'll take a look and come pick you up after work."

"yeon, you don't have to do that."

"dinner at my place or yours?"

you sighed. "yours please. i told younghoon i'd give him notice before asking anyone over and he won't see any messages until after work. plus, if we're having this conversation i'd like it to just be the two of us."

"we're having this conversation."

you got the door, nodding as you walked towards the office to drop off coffees for the others. "okay. but at least let me walk over and meet you here? i'll be clocked out before you finish closing up for the evening."

he thought about it, dropping the coffees on his desk and leaning over to steal a sip of yours. "i'm paying for the takeaway tonight."

"deal."

[scarefox]

Auto basically most of the day

[dejuncullen]

O auto do corneado - Johnny Suh

N/a: Fiz algo inspirado no "Auto da Compadecida". Eu amo essa obra em todos os níveis. Como nordestina acredito que a comédia foi um marco para a nossa história, sendo assim, fiz essa fic com o Johnny pq imagino muito que ele aceitaria as gaias da Dorinha. Kkkkk Espero que gostem! ❤ Ah! Coloquei algumas gírias de Recife, a maioria coloquei entre aspas para vocês conseguirem pesquisar e descobrir o significado. Boa leitura!

Johnny tinha certeza de duas coisas:

1. Era uma homem trabalhador que fazia o possível pelo sustento da casa e da esposa;

2. Que na surdina sua esposa lhe botava vários chifres, mas se recusava a assumir a galhada a todo custo.

Por mais que toda a vizinhança lhe avisasse sobre as traições, o estrangeiro preferia fechar os olhos a acreditar que a sua querida Dorinha estivesse o trocando por outro homem qualquer. Não era feio, tampouco pobre. Claro, não era rico como o coronel ou o padre, mas ainda assim possuía mais condições que o restante da cidade. Um singelo padeiro, que todos os dias acordava antes do canto do galo, tendo como pedra no sapato dois ajudantes que mais o atrapalhavam, Mark e Donghyuck, estes que aceitaram o trabalho em troca de comida e um teto em suas cabeças. Fora isso, sua casa era bem arrumada, tinha uma cacimba somente sua no quintal, galinhas vistosas e uma vaca que sua sogra havia lhe presenteado antes de bater as botas.

Então, por qual motivo ela o trairia? Tinham uma vida perfeita, não?

Assim ele pensava ao passo que já notava a ausência da esposa e o sereno lá fora.

— 'Mar não é possível que essa mulher ainda não chegou! — reclamou enquanto se apoiava na meia porta procurando pela silhueta feminina na rua — Eu ainda hei de enlouquecer com Dorinha, vão me ver andando sem rumo na rua "falando água" pelos becos — concluindo, tratou de deixar a porta bem fechada antes que fosse dormir — Vai demorar? Pois então que durma na rua!

Passos apressados foram ouvidos contra o piso de terra, era ela, trajando um vestido lindo e branco, os cabelos escuros bem encaracolados e o batom vermelho borrado no canto da boca. Ele fingiu não ouvir, mesmo assim se encostou na porta para tentar descobrir se ela estava sozinha ou acompanhada.

— Johnnyyy... — arranhou a porta de leve, tal como uma felina — Oh meu dengo, abre essa porta, vai? — a voz doce fazia o coração do Suh derreter, só que ele precisava ser forte pelo menos naquela vez.

— ISSO SÃO HORAS DE SE CHEGAR NUMA CASA DE RESPEITO? ME DIGA! — abriu somente a parte superior da porta, mantendo a outra trancada — Tu acha que tu tá certa me botando gaia mundo a fora?

— Gaia? Meu "fi", e eu lá sou mulher disso?

— Ah não é? Então por qual motivo seu Zezinho do peixe veio essa manhã me dizer que tu 'tava de chamego com Jaehyun? — sua voz tremulava, ele parecia querer chorar, e ia. Dizem que dor de corno é terrível e ele estava sentindo com toda a intensidade.

— Jaehyun? — fingiu desentendimento e ele riu desacreditado — Oxe, menino! Jaehyun só me ajudou na feira hoje de manhã. 'Tás ficando doido, é?

— Então Nena está mentindo? — citou a vizinha, ela que logo abriu uma fresta da janela para poder ouvir melhor — Ela me disse que ouviu teus miados de "quenga" nessa casa, e Jaehyun só saiu depois de três horas. O que tu vai me dizer agora? Que tava rezando com ele esse tempo todo?

Ela o olhou abismada, de fato tinha aproveitado a tarde com o rapaz só não queria admitir para o seu querido esposo.

— Meu dengo...

— Não me chame de "dengo"

— Meu amor, eu não fiz nada com ele, não. Olhe, eu vou explicar — caçou a mão do esposo e iniciou uma massagem na pele calejada — Eu encontrei Jaehyun na feira, conversamos sobre a nossa infância e ele me ajudou a trazer as compras para casa. E essa história de ouvir miado, dona Nena precisa é limpar os ouvidos, — aumentou o tom da voz só para que a mais velha pudesse ouvir — estávamos dançando xaxado, depois passamos para o forró e Jaehyun pisou no meu pé sem querer. Oh, meu amor, você sabe bem como sandália de couro dói quando toca nos dedinhos. Se brincar arranca até o "samboque".

— E tu acha que eu vou acreditar nessa mentira? "Apois viu!" — retirou a mão de perto dela e se preparou para fechar a porta outra vez — Quer saber de uma coisa? Hoje tu vai dormir é na rua, para a vizinhança conhecer a qualidade de mulher raparigueira que eu tenho em casa.

— Mas Johnny, espere...

— MARK, DONGHYUCK!

— Sim, senhor? — falaram em uníssono, descendo da cama improvisada e indo direto até ele.

— Vão lá na igreja chamar o padre, ele precisa ver com os próprios olhos essa safadeza — deixou-os para trás e seguiu para o quarto, deitando na própria cama de qualquer jeito.

— Olhe, Mark, eu já vi me pedirem atestado de tudo, mas de corno é a minha primeira vez — satirou Donghyuck e Mark o puxou para que chegassem na igreja o mais rápido possível.

— SE VOCÊ NÃO ABRIR ESSA PORTA EU VOU ME JOGAR NA CACIMBA! — gritou a mulher pelo lado de fora

— E eu lá tenho essa sorte? Se pelo menos tu fizesse isso eu não seria mais conhecido como corno nessa cidade.

— EU NÃO DIGO É NADA, TU VAI MORRER É DE REMORSO.

— Vou nada! Eu vou ficar é feliz de ter me livrado da peste que tu é.

— VÃO DIZER QUE FOI TU QUE ME MATOU!

— 'Tão nem doido

— E POR CIÚMES!

— Para de graça, Dorinha, que tu não é doida de fazer isso.

A mulher arteira como era, aproximou-se da cacimba com uma pedra, curvou-se até que o ângulo estivesse bom para o eco de sua voz e o barulho do objeto que pretendia jogar.

— Eu não aguento mais essa vida. Adeus mundo, adeus Johnny, MEU ÚNICO AMOOOOR... — acompanhou a pedra caindo até que fizesse "pluft" e quando assim aconteceu o homem correu pela casa em desespero. Ela então se levantou rapidamente e se esgueirou ao lado da porta.

— Dorinha, meu amor, não faça isso pois eu sou louco por ti — debruçou na cacimba e foi só o tempo de ouvir a porta ser fechada e trancada, revelando a travessura que sua mulher tinha cometido.

Contornou então a casa e como um dejavu viu a cena de minutos atrás se repetir, dessa vez ele sendo o errado da história.

— Dora, abre essa porta! — esmurrou a madeira duas vezes e ela abriu a parte de cima, o olhando com desgosto — Me deixe entrar.

— ISSO. SÃO. HORAS. DE. UM. HOMEM. CASADO. ESTAR. CHEGANDO. NUMA. CASA. DE. RESPEITO? — gritou pausadamente fazendo questão de atirar nele algum objeto nos espaços de tempo. Quando mais nenhum lhe sobrou, ergueu o balde que tinha separado e lhe tacou a mistura de água e cachaça que tinha feito — POIS VAI DORMIR É NA RUA, 'PRA TODO MUNDO SABER A QUALIDADE DE HOMEM CACHACEIRO QUE EU TENHO EM CASA!

— Johnny, encontramos o padre — Mark anunciou e o homem idoso encarou a cena assustado.

— Minha nossa senhora! O que... — aproximou-se do Suh e voltou alguns passos ao sentir o cheiro forte do álcool — Por Deus, meu filho, que cheiro é esse?

— 'Tá bebinho, padre, não sabe nem o que diz — a mulher forçou um choro e cobriu os olhos com as mãos — Todo dia isso, gasta o dinheiro da casa com cachaça e "mulé".

— É MENTIRA, SEU PADRE, FOI ELA QUE...

— Calado rapaz! Não tem vergonha de querer acusar sua esposa fedendo a enxofre que nem o próprio satanás?

— Mas eu não fiz na...

— Peça desculpas a ela. AGORA! — ordenou e Dora prosseguiu fingindo o choro — Vamos, pegue na mão da moça e peça perdão por isso, e claro, depois vá a igreja para que Deus possa perdoar seus inúmeros pecados.

Mesmo a contragosto, Johnny pegou a mão da esposa, ajoelhou-se no chão molhado e a olhou com raiva.

— Me desculpe.

— Dorinha... — o lembrou do apelido e ele respirou fundo

— Me desculpe.... Dorinha. — rosnou a última parte e beijou o dorso da mão magra, fazendo-a aceitar o pedido e permitir a entrada dele dentro de casa.

— Muito bem, meus filhos, e lembrem-se que o casamento é uma união divina, valorizem o que vocês tem em mão.

— Pode deixar, seu padre, ficarei de olho para que ele não volte a beber. Donghyuck, Mark! — chamou os rapazes que gargalhavam atrás do mais velho — Leve o padre de volta e lembrem-se de dormir cedo, amanhã tem trabalho — ambos concordaram e seguiram até o local destinado.

— Satisfeita? — questionou irônico, se enxugando no tecido mais próximo que encontrou.

— Oxe! Largue o meu vestido novo, eu nem usei e tu já tá esfregando esse rosto seboso nele? — tirou a peça das mãos molhadas do homem e levou para longe — E estou satisfeita sim. Não acredito que estava me acusando de traição.

— É o que dizem na vizinhança, só se fala isso.

— E tu prefere acreditar no povo ou em mim?

— Em você, é claro.

— Pois então trate de saber que eu não trocaria meu homem por nada, quem dirá pelo "tabacudo" do Jaehyun.

— Tem certeza disso, meu amor? Você sabe como eu te amo e não conseguiria te ver com outro.

— É claro que tenho, meu dengo. Mas agora venha, eu preparei algo maravilhoso para você — desabotou os primeiros botões do vestido e deixou que ele deslizasse pelos ombros — Venha cá me mostrar o homem selvagem que só você sabe ser.

— 'Tô indo, Dorinha. Mas saiba logo que hoje eu estou com "sangue nos olhos".

— Pois então venha quente que eu já 'tô fervendo.

[phatkochi]

They have the greatest meeting like ever

(I was bound to draw them having a crossover at some point 😞🤙🏼)

[nedermemes]

kan iemand uit Ameland mij vertellen of sunneklaas echt een ding is en of de beschrijving op wikipedia klopt

[ehilikeshoney]

Posting cringe on main again ✌️

Haven't drawn any of my bbgs for a verly long time, so here are some random Tonia doodles :)