#License plate light

[gudmould]

Structure of headlight and main components of injection molded parts

I. Types of headlights Headlights refer to lamps on vehicle. 1. Headlights Headlight combinationCombination headlight is at the front of car, it mainly serves as a lighting and signal. Light emitted by headlight can illuminate road conditions in front of vehicle, allowing driver to drive safely at night.Combination headlights can be divided into: halogen tungsten lamps and xenon lamps…

[shiftythrifting]

Coronavirus shaped lights and an AZ license plate (we don’t live in Arizona)

[scumtumbl]

assorted penny/zoey doodles 2022-2024 + one clone zoey/clone penny

[aropride]

[headbandsandflats]

just restarted midnight mass (bc truly, why not watch everything zach gilford has ever done all at once) and it’s making me sad that his life fell apart he drunkenly killed someone in chicago bc it feels like it’s an extension of matt’s story of moving to chicago yes i’m fully aware of how fucking nuts that is but here we are

[zemnarihah]

I GOT PULLED OVER AGAIN

[myhotmessandsoccer]

Looky who got to drive their car to the casino for the weekend!😉 And I’m still loving my new headlights.

[narutomaki]

almost got hit by a big ass truck today while in my (high vis) vest and my KNEE JERK RESPONSE was to look at the driver like "are you serious right now?" and think to myself "but I'm not even at work...."

[allergic--to--people]

if i ever buy a car, the determining factor for which one will be the face it has

[thefujiwarazone]

Continually fascinated w the way nissan did the gen 4 altima.

[eighthdoctor]

so we are driving down the freeway, as you do, and i see a car out of the driver's side mirror and go "hey jo, look at the car that's about to pass us, you wanna see this" because i'm sitting behind someone doing 50 in a 60 mph zone and would get around them but again, i wanted her to see it

and jo says "well that's ominous" but looks

and what we see is:

bright red

sports car

christmas tree strapped to the roof

tree covered in christmas lights already, this is not a fresh cut tree

this is already very good! we are very pleased! this is a $100k car, good on the owner to use it to transport AN ENTIRE CHRISTMAS TREE, idk what is going on but they're living their best life

the car passes us. i switch lanes to get around the dingdong doing 50.

we see the license plate reads CLAUS.

giggling ensues. speculation starts about the driver. jo is now constructing a hallmark special where santa has a rebellious lesbian daughter--who, to be clear, still goes apeshit for christmas it's a different sort of rebellious

lane change again. i pull up alongside.

this guy is living his best life oh my god

[personalized-plates]

LITE MTL

[pollyseraph]

my social network: https://linktr.ee/pollyseraph por Polly Seraph Via Flickr: Car: !.:Fire Horse:.! Levar ❥Multiple Colors ❥Acs Scripts ❥Fuel System ❥Realistic sound and light ❥System Interaction Networks Fire Horse Store: Flickr: www.flickr.com/photos/196508509@N03/ Facebook: www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100085474555533 Instagram: www.instagram.com/firehorsestoree/ Markeplace: marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/250138 LM: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Vermont%20Peak/4/209/3902

[tame-the-lion-writes]

alpha!slasher!königx omega!reader

CW: implied murder, (and in bonus thoughts) implied kidnapping, non-consensual drug use

Damn pheromones.

If it weren't for petty social sensibilities, König would be clamping a hand over his nose to stifle the thoughts--and scents--running through his mind. In the past, it wasn't so bad. Alphas like him were drawn but could otherwise stand their existence(--at least until the addicting whiff of a heat). But omegas smelled so artificial these days; sickly sweet, like candy, or even worse--chemicals. Perfumes made to amplify the already-overwhelming smell of sugar. More like cough medicine hacked down with two bottles of water. And even a spoonful was far too much.

But the woman across the table seemed to flaunt that.

Silly thing--he thought. Pretty, by all standards, as omegas often were, but silly. Sure, he'd agreed to court her and bring her to a high class restaurant, just as his salary and rank could provide, but that cherry red smile on her lips seemed as plastic-ridden as the patch on her neck. Artificial enhancers. As he's learned in the past three and a half decades of being mate-less, it had become a staple.

No matter, though.

He'd get rid of the scent soon enough.

His date is going on and on about some topic he doesn't care about. Maybe commenting on the scars cutting through his face (though she doesn't seem to mind). Cherry red lips parting and teeth shining, but he doesn't hear a word. There's a gag waiting for her at the back of his car, anyway--and scent blockers ready to be forced down her throat. Did the police ever think about that, he wonders?--how scent blockers made it so easy to disappear without a trace? Stupid creatures hadn't learned to investigate without relying on their nose.

(And even if they had, he'd left no paper trails; he was a dead man walking, at least on paper, thanks to convenient career aspirations.)

But before he could reach on over, suggest an escape to elsewhere--(from life itself)--up came the sweet young thing holding a notepad in hand, apron around the waist, apologizing that the other waitress had clocked out for the evening, and that she was here to take over. And König's hand stops, hovering over the edge of the table, a light, unnoticeable tremble to it as he finally breathes in.

Subtle. Subtle.

Almonds. Cinnamon. Warm bread and butter.

He licks his lips subconsciously, tasting the warmth as he swallows.

König leaves the restaurant that night, still letting the other omega cling to his arm, but he returns a week later--(it's all he could wait)--alone because, "things just didn't work out." But of course, you take him at his word: he looks surprised to see you again, and squints as if to re-read your nametag. But really, he's learned your schedule, the make and model of your car. The license plate, registration number--the address of your apartment. (Of course he has--why wouldn't he?--) Not once have you left his mind. Because you're something new to him, new to occupy it--how strange; how precious.

-- And not too sweet.

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Bonus Thoughts:

König continues to visit, and though you find it strange he goes alone--the restaurant is more popular with couples after all--you start to look forward to seeing him now and then. König's patient the first month or so, upping the frequency only little by little, because at first, he's convinced that seeing you from a distance every night is enough.

But patience only lasts so long.

He finally asks you out on a date, and you agree.

There's a few dates, really. (Can't have you disappearing from your friends' lives the moment you mention going out with him, after all.) A few dates before it happens.

You can't recall going to his house, or even his car. And you certainly don't recall getting into a bed that smells just like him (--cold metal, maybe iron, maybe from him--maybe from something else--)

You're about to unwind from the (admittedly warm and comfortable) bundle of sheets around you when König walks in, carrying a tray of freshly cooked food, and sets it down nearby. Before you can ask any questions, he's shoving his face into the crook of your neck. Brushing his nose against your scent gland--almost purring.

"K-König? Where am I? What are you doing--"

"Shh, Mäuschen. It's alright. You're home."

[biohazard-4ever]

Little Details worth noting in RE2REMAKE - Gas Station!

Leon and his 90s styled ripped light jeans and white shoes

Leon and Claire's license plate:

Claire's Harley: MD3 1N H3VN

Leon's Jeep: M4T-ILD4

Let me Live Let me Ride

[fictionalmenxyn]

🝊𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫🝊

Pairing: cop!rafe x reader

Warnings: language and suggestive

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You were on your way home, yes, you may have been going a few numbers over the limit. It was a 55 and you were going 60, not too bad. But you saw the famous red and blue lights flash along with the ‘woop woop’ of the sirens.

You mentally smacked yourself, also rolling your eyes at the slight fact the cop was being over dramatic. You indicated and pulled over.

You roll down your window, reaching over into the glove box grabbing your license and registration. You put them in your lap as you waited for the officer to walk over.

You see the figure, through the side mirror walking over. You double check over the things in your lap. The officer spoke “hey sweetheart”

You head whipped to the side to look out the window. Seeing Rafe “Rafe?! The fuck are you doing pulling me over??” He grinned. His thumbs tucked into his tactical vest “someone was goin’ over the limit, baby.” You roll your eyes “you do the exact same and you’re a cop” he chuckled “I know, I just saw your plate and wanted to see you, while I’m on shift.” You nodded “touché… so officer? Any big things happen today??”

He leans down so he can talk to you better “hmm not much, few speeding, one dui… you know, the usual…” you nod. “And do officers take a kiss as an apology for going over five above the limit?” He smirked “hmm for now, yeah, officer Cameron would take that as a temporary apology…” you rolled your eyes. You lean out of the window and give him a peck. “Not good enough, sweet girl.” “What?!” “You heard…” “babe…” Rafe grinned “not babe, its officer, right now”

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. “Alright, officer…” you give him and another kiss. This time a proper and longer one. He pulled away “thank you” he stood straight again. He glanced to the road then to you. His thumbs still tucked into the armpit of the tactical vest. “You’re lucky you’re cute, I’m lettin’ ya off this time, no ticket for you pretty girl…” you look up at him. “Bullshit, you just don’t wanna do the paperwork.” You grin as he chuckles and shake his head “I like your logic, babe…” you smile “thank you…”

“That doesn’t mean you’re getting away with it when I get home…” “gonna need to teach you a lesson on how you shouldn’t sass the officer…I saw the eye rolls, can’t hide it from me, sweetheart” you blush slightly. “You can’t hide that blushin’ either…”

A voice over the radio speaks, Rafe looks back to you. Quickly leaning down and pressing two quick kisses to your soft lips. “Gotta go, see you later, I love you” you smiled “I love you too, go get those bad guys.” You smirk as he playfully rolled his eyes.

As he walks away, he calls out “don’t forget I’m not done with you, baby!” You chuckle as you start your car up again.

You watch as he drives off, sirens and lights beaming. He speeds off, going to god knows what incident. You smile, you loved seeing him all geared up and in uniform. It did things to you, especially when he wore it while getting you ready for some fun. Or when he lets you wear his training clothes. Like his ‘OBX PD’ training tee. Or the sweatpants, he liked you lost in the shorts though.

You couldn’t wait for him to get home to you. If it wasn’t illegal to actually speed. You’d do it more just for him to pull you over. The half-assed stern look he’d give you for going over just a little bit. Or when the one time you did a quick break at an empty junction. You only did a quick stop at the ‘stop’ sign because no one was there. So you didn’t think you needed to stop and wait a few seconds. He taught you a good lesson on that one…

You were already in bed, wearing only his PD tee when he got home. Dropping his bags to the floor and taking off his heavy tactical vest. Kicking his boots off as he crawled into bed and on top of you.

He kissed you like he hasn’t seen you in weeks. Your tongues clashing. He moves down your jaw and marks up your neck. Then he moves up your neck and to your ear. He whispers “I still haven’t taught you a lesson about speeding have I?” You gasp as his knee goes between your legs. He smirked “words” “no, officer…” he smirked “you look so good in my tee baby..” he smashes his lips against yours.

And the night was only just beginning…

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