#Tesla exterior

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Tesla Exterior: Design e Inovação que Revolucionam o Mercado Automotivo

A Tesla é amplamente reconhecida por sua liderança em veículos elétricos e tecnologia avançada. Porém, o Tesla Exterior é um elemento igualmente importante e merece destaque. Além de ser visualmente impactante, o design exterior dos veículos Tesla é um reflexo da filosofia da marca, que combina estética futurista com funcionalidade aerodinâmica. Neste artigo, exploraremos os detalhes que fazem do…

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🔬tesla court makeover, exterior heavy insp. by nonsensical-pixels and suratan-zir

[atomtanned-inspo]

Sorry @nonsensical-pixels but I already know I’m gonna copy this for my own game because it’s too perfect 🤩

welcome to 1 tesla court: once sinister castle, now imposing modern mansion!

What experiments are the highly secretive and less than neighborly Loki and Circe Beaker performing on poor Nervous Subject? With such a lovely, unassuming home, they can't be that bad... right?

i finally did it! i finally fixed the issue i had with strangertown. now me and my favourite town are unstoppable! for now... have the beaker home, in all of its ky'ified glory!

i didn't include the bedrooms & other offices, since those are only partially furnished until the twins come along inevitably. everything in this town is a constant wip.

more pics:

front porch + main living area

the lab. circe's surgery is right across from loki's 'observation room'.

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DURING THE CYBERTRUCK'S unveiling in 2019, Tesla CEO Elon Musk claimed that the electric vehicle's “ultra-hard stainless steel” body might be “literally bulletproof.” However, the Tesla truck's exterior panels appear to be defenseless against water pistols. They apparently rust, as some owners claim.

Posting on the Cybertruck Owners Club forum, a user named Raxar risked the wrath of the Tesla faithful—already exercised by the Cybertruck's numerous alleged design flaws—by stating that when they collected the $61,000 truck, “the advisor specifically mentioned the Cybertrucks develop orange rust marks in the rain.”

In a separate thread, the user vertigo3pc reported that “corrosion was forming on the metal” of his Cybertruck after it spent 11 days in the rain in Los Angeles.

Raxar, who also lives in California, posted what appeared to be close-up, rust-flecked images of his truck after driving it for two days in rain.

The Cybertruck does not ship with clear coat, that outermost layer of transparent paint that comes as standard on almost every new motor vehicle on the planet. Instead, each Cybertruck owner has the option to purchase a $5,000 urethane-based film to “wrap your Cybertruck in our premium satin clear paint films. Only available through Tesla.”

Who knew untreated stainless steel might not be such a good idea for the exterior of a motor vehicle, especially considering that cars typically get left sitting outside in all weather for 95 percent of their lives? The whole automotive industry, that's who.

Aside from the 1980s DMC DeLorean and a shiny 1960s Porsche, car companies have long steered clear of stainless steel panels. The material is heavy, relatively expensive, and hard to work with. It's also stiff, which makes it potentially more lethal to anybody unlucky enough to be struck by a vehicle built with the stuff.

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[ralfmaximus]

I was watching a deep dive into the Tesla Cybertruck by (sigh) a Tesla fanboy reviewer, because honestly there's not much to pick from aside from Tesla fanboy handjobs "reviews" so far.

Tesla does not seem to be in a hurry to get these things into the hands of unbiased reviewers. Wonder why. Such a mystery.

Anyway.

So this Musk fanboy (who carefully states that he is neutral and has driven lots of EVs but owns a Model S but totally not biased nosir) spends a full 20 minutes circling the exterior of the Cybertruck pointing out all the ~exciting~ styling cues but not getting into any of its actual... Cybertruckness. Like show us the interior, dude.

I am almost ready to give up and hit Eject when

when

he says, "this is a drive-by-wire system, in that the steering wheel isn't directly connected to the front steering, but rather talks to a controller that turns the front wheels via actuators" before quickly moving onto the next--

WHAT

100% drive-by-wire means if power fails on your Cybertruck, or the computer crashes, or the software freezes... you lose 100% of your steering.

Note that other cars (Mercedes, Lexus) have drive-by-wire systems, but they are also augmented with physical linkages. Which allows the driver to continue steering the car in the event of a power failure, albeit with more physical force required. The same way hydraulic power steering works. You know, to get safely stopped.

But not Cybertruck.

Nope. If power glitches in Cybertruck you'll die gripping a dead steering wheel.

I stopped watching after that.

[isimchi]

1 Tesla Court, Strangetown - interior - [exterior here]

from left to right: foyer - living room - game room - study - dining room - kitchen - [second floor] - grand salon - first bedroom - second bedroom - primary suite

[yuzukult]

untitled teaser | hvc & reader

title: currently untitled pairing: vernon x fem!reader/oc rating: rated m for final fic genre: angst, fluff, smut, wealthy!vernon, unrequited love!au (on both sides, it gets flipped lol... idk it's a confusing one) wc: 10k+ (ongoing) warnings: clubbing, adult themes, oc tries to seduce vernon lol, grinding...... idk just club things a/n: this is what i have been working on instead of actually finishing my own series HAHA i currently don't have a title but if you wanna give me some ideas lemme know ,,,, currently the doc title is "attention"

The burst of blackberry, a tart aroma with hints of bay leaves and cedarwood, has you intoxicated over his cologne alone. His slicked back chestnut brown hair, the calmness he exhibits, and his quiet, mysterious exterior is supposed to make him seem unnoticeable; yet for some reason, he’s always the most attention-grabbing in a room full of people.

Besides his handsome looks, he’s wealthy. The thickness of his bank account doesn’t present itself through his narrow, slim wallet, mostly because he doesn’t showcase the worth of his business unless it’s an obligation. He’s successful, yet remains humble about it; his clothes are made from the luxury brands without it embossed on the outer material, instead the names are stitched inside to keep himself modest. 

His car is the only thing that advertises the amount of digits that his business profits. The fastest, sleekest, and illustrious cars are the ones that he owns—from Corvettes to Teslas to Bentleys—he collects a plethora of them, those three barely denting all the marques, he finds himself indulging in that category and limits it to just that. Fine dining isn’t a necessity, but he does it for ventures required by his company. Expensive hotels and stays are just for comfort, but not something he needs, understanding that it’s more of a want if anything.

Hansol Vernon Chwe is just that guy.

Apart from all of that, Vernon is still an average person—other than the fact that you practically drool over the sight of him and he’s in the 1%. He’s sweet and kind, a general minimum trait that men should have, but he’s also good at overextending himself when people need him to. Last year, he hosted a gala for the Children with Cancer Foundation, earning more than enough donations and then on top of it matching the amount that was donated from others. 

Geez. Even your panties are getting drenched at the thought of him just busting out that fucking power move.

Unfortunately, as much as you boldly put yourself out there, Vernon is unavailable. Emotionally, probably, but mostly because he clearly states that you just… weren’t his type. You’re not a mirror of him; there’s never saccharine words that leave your lips unless it’s to seduce, donating to charities isn’t really on your list of priorities, and to be quite fair, you weren’t much of a charming go-getter as he is either. 

Opposites attract you’d try to justify, but to Vernon, that’s not enough.

Your gripe with Vernon isn’t because he rejected you—it’s that he rejects you but still likes to be… around you. When you’re out on Friday and Saturday nights, your mutual friends lead the group to hang, and when he hears your name included in the list of attendees, he’s there. Even after a long day of dealing with difficult people, you can expect to see Vernon there in his white dress shirt with the first couple buttons unraveled, resting on one of the couches at a table in the VIP lounge, legs parted in his trousers. 

He’s just sitting casually, but he looks like he owns the place.

“You sure you don’t wanna date?” you ask, lips almost brushing against his outer ear as he lets out a soft chuckle and brings his glass of whiskey on ice to his mouth. The music is loud, booming in the speakers of the dim club with strobe lights, making it hard to have any decent conversation but to be honest—who is even trying to talk here when their bodies should be?

“You’re pretty,” he admits, his chocolate swirls of eyes locking with yours. “And—I’m attracted to you. But for dating… you don’t really fit my criteria.” 

Criteria. He says it like he has a checklist for the girl he wants to date. 

Despite constantly hitting on him, you knew your limits for the night. Patting his clothed thigh with your manicured hands, you lean in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Okay, then I’ll leave you for the night. Maybe I’ll try again—but for now, I’m not gonna let today be ruined because Vernon Chwe said ‘no’ to me,” you smirk, pulling down the hem of your dress before standing up. Gesturing to a friend, she excitedly gets up from her seat before shuffling to you. “Let’s go dance!”

Vernon is a liar.

He likes you—a lot. The way you laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as if he still can’t see how far your jaw drops when you’re cackling. His favorite view is when you’re just tipsy enough that your hooded eyes become more alluring, cheeks hot from the alcohol, and your words slurring with weighted truths to them. The last time you were drunk, you admitted that you wanted his dick in your mouth. Vulgar but… still honest.

Dating you meant drama—well, dating in general meant drama, and Vernon knows how you are. You’re not labeled a “drama queen” per se, but you are definitely quite the handful. He saw how defensive you got when a random guy at the club turned down your friend Sana because her nose was a little too big; those earrings were unlatched, dropped into Sana’s palms and somehow your shoe was in your hand, ready to swing.

Okay—he concedes. He kind of enjoys seeing you be like that.

Vernon is calm, cool, and collected. With you being the opposite, he’s not sure if being with someone that intense is good for him. You’re not who people expect to stand by his side when he’s at a banquet or when he’s on those business trips—your party lifestyle reminds him of those people who don’t ever settle, live on breaking hearts, and he’s partially afraid he’ll just be another number on your list of another one you’ll hurt. 

Not to mention that he’s not entirely sure that you’re the type of girl his parents would like if they met you.

You’re entertaining, he’ll agree to that, but you're far from someone who could be his more. You’re aggressive, overly outspoken, and worst of all, you do weird things to him.

You’re the cause for his heart stuttering—he almost mistook it for a heart attack—and you’re the reason why he paces back and forth when he accidentally said something that was borderline offensive in the midst of vetoing the chance of ‘us’ yet again, concerned that those harsh words are why you don’t return his texts. Only then, he realizes you’ve napped through the afternoon and didn’t get a chance to check your phone. And even on those really arduous days where his clients tend to be a little more finicky than usual, you still manage to make him laugh and feel the burden lift from his shoulders. How are you able to do those things to him without much of an effort?

Yet, at the same time, you’re also the pounds of stress that replaces the burden. 

Especially at times like these.

There’s a lot of things about you that he likes, but one of the things he doesn’t like is how quick you're on your feet when he turns you down. It barely takes minutes or even seconds after he says ‘you’re not my type’ before you down a couple shots and head to the dance floor with your ass against some other guy’s crotch.

“Oh,” Vernon’s friend, Mingyu, sings in amusement. “She’s dancing with Minghao.”

Vernon furrows his brows. Who the fuck is Minghao? Not all the words that pour in his thoughts spill from his tongue. “Minghao?” 

Mingyu nods, mid sip of his cognac. Cognac isn’t much different from whiskey, as much as people think—the only thing disparate between the two is that cognac derives from grapes and whiskey comes from grains. Vernon just prefers his whiskey over cognac; he can’t actually tell them apart, but he just… favors the one more than the other.

“Yeah, Xu Minghao. Heard he fucks… like well.”

Vernon scoffs. “… He fucks. Like well?”

Mingyu nods, lips pulling into a straight line as he swirls the drink in his hand. The condensation falls, dripping onto the fabric of his jeans but he could care less, especially when his own girlfriend is on the dance floor beside you, who wasn’t Vernon’s own. “Yeah, my girl heard from a couple of her friends that he’s good with his hips.”

With a quirked brow, Vernon licks his teeth. “You sure that it’s not your girlfriend’s experience we’re talking about here?”

Mingyu narrows his gaze. “Don’t play. Just ‘cause the one you’ve been eyeing suddenly captured Minghao’s attention doesn’t mean that you can jab me like that. Least I can commit.”

Puffing up his cheeks, he doesn’t even bother turning to look at Mingyu when he throws his sharp response. Nothing can avert his attention away from you, especially when you’re fixated on Minghao, your hand atop his as his own rests against your hips with your back pressed against his chest. Is this what you’re into? Some guy with blue hair, similar to the label on a Dasani water bottle or marginal Sonic the Hedgehog? 

“I don’t have commitment issues,” he counters through his gritted teeth. When did he clench his jaw so tightly, and why does he feel his fist balling up? You’re not his, after all, and yet he’s acting like you are. 

“Then what are you going to do about it?”

Vernon doesn’t even think. It’s out of character for him—what he often does is plan out his moves before making them. When it came to work or even what he wanted to meal prep for the rest of this week, Vernon always thought things through. Vacation? He’s already got an agenda. Dinner with friends? He’s got reservations at four different restaurants. Just pick one.

But you? You drive him absolutely insane. He can’t predict anything with you, and he doesn’t have a plan on what to do with you. 

Before you know it, he’s on the dance floor—an unfamiliar place for him because Vernon isn’t the type to bust a move even when he’s intoxicated but tonight, he’s a bit offbeat. Maybe he had too much of the whiskey, or maybe he caught some secondhand smoke from the guy taking a puff of a joint but nonetheless, he’s got his hand wrapped around your wrist and tugging you into him.

“What—”

“I don’t like you rubbing up against him.”

Mouth slightly agape, you step back from him. “Okay, and? You're not my boyfriend.”

He sucks in his cheeks irritably. He knew rejecting you would eventually bite him in the ass. “I just don’t like it.”

“You don’t get to tell me what you like and don’t like,” you retort, rolling your eyes before pushing your hair back. “Now if you would excuse me, I’m going back to Minghao.” But before you could get away, Vernon pulls you back. The impact of your cheek against his chest is a harsh one—but not… a bad one.

It… kind of turns you on? 

But you’re not gonna let him know that.

He exhales out a deep breath. “Okay, then fine. Be my girlfriend.”

You choke on your spit. 

“Wh-What?”

ok the end lets hope i finish this one and that it's a banger

[netscapenavigator-official]

WARNING: Both of these links contain graphic images of this man’s injury. Do not click it if you are not comfortable viewing lacerations and/or deep cuts.

Secondary link to a Reddit thread containing ALL of his forum posts.

Apparently a Cybertruck owner took (late) delivery of their brand new, dirty Cybertruck with literal parts falling of it. At the Tesla showroom he notices a grime spot on a body panel, licks his thumb, and tries rubbing it off. He inadvertently, gently swipes his wrist along the edge of the panel, cutting himself so deeply that it creates a puddle of blood in the showroom. By the time the Tesla employees run and get him a bandage, he claims the puddle “doubled in size.” After getting the bandages on tight enough to stop himself from dying, he and his wife drive home. On the drive home, a major exterior panel of the vehicle falls off, thankfully not causing an accident. After getting home (because the service center was closed and not available to fix these “delivery issues”), the man notices that he hasn’t bled through his bandage, so he figures it stopped bleeding. He takes the bandage off and proceeds to spray blood all over his kitchen counter. He replaces the bandage and his wife has to take him to the ER. He ends the debacle by saying “Otherwise, it’s great! Heck, it’s great even with these issues.”

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#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2023

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🎃HALLOWEEN LIST 2023🎃

I watched The Revenge Of Frankenstein (1958)

We're headed back to Britain' Hammer Horror Studio for the second time on this year's list.

Dr. Frankenstein escapes the guillotine and finds himself hiding as a doctor in a new location, only to be discovered by a young scientist looking to continue Frankenstein's research.

Hammer made several Frankenstein films, a lot of which are fantastic and fun. What makes them so great is Peter Cushing's portrayal of Doctor Frankenstein as a man of evil and cruel intention. An obsessed mad scientist of dwindling conscience.

Cushing is fantastic in this role, and I'd say it's his best character and his best work. His looks of disdain and madness trickle through his proper British exterior, revealing a deeper and more complex character than most other versions of the infamous doctor manage with such subtlety.

Director Terence Fisher is behind some of Hammer's greatest films, including their original Dracula and Frankenstein films. His films are definitive of the Hammer genre and classics of horror filmmaking. His style is forever embedded in my mind and he is an incredibly influential director, if you ask me.

This movie is a colorful treat of gruesome activities and spooky atmosphere. Along with a solid script, which stays true to the character of Dr. Frankenstein, It has everything you'd expect from a gothic horror about grave robbers and reanimated corpses. Tesla coils and flickers of candlelight. Eyes and hands displayed in suspended animation. Secret work in late night laboratories, as Frankenstein attempts to put the brain of a crippled man into a fresh body.

It's a gorgeous, engaging and fun gothic movie that reminds us that Hammer was making some of the very best horror of the 1950's.

[darkmaga-returns]

The pyramids are one of the greatest mysteries in human history.

Who built them?

Why were they built?

Why are there others like them around the world?

Were there advanced civilisations?

Were aliens involved?

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Nobody wants to seem like a clown, so everybody accepts the official story: that thousands of years ago, thousands of slaves paid workers built them as tombs for pharaohs, over many years, with chisels and without the wheel.Built by a primitive people with nothing more than a chisel, bro

Do you really believe that?

I don’t.

I believe the Great Pyramid is a legacy left by a lost civilisation with advanced technological capabilities that we have yet to understand.

Christopher Dunn’s angle

My conversation with Christopher Dunn revolves around his book The Giza Power Plant: Technologies of Ancient Egypt, which argues that a highly advanced prehistoric civilisation used the Giza Pyramid as a source of power through harmonic resonance.

Put another way, the Great Pyramid of Giza was a power plant, not a tomb for pharaohs.

It’s an incredibly interesting angle.

He believes the Great Pyramid was a massive acoustical device (which is linked to how it provided power).

After two decades of research, Christopher says that the pyramid’s very precise dimensions and construction allowed it to resonate with Earth’s vibrations, converting them into microwave energy.

He explains how the pyramid’s chambers and passageways were intentionally designed to amplify these acoustical effects, and even speculates that Nikola Tesla might have rediscovered this ancient technology, offering us a potential solution for clean energy today. (Judy Wood argues that the Twin Towers were brought down with such technology.)

As an aside, listen to his conversations with Danny Jones and Joe Rogan.

The precision engineering of the Great Pyramid indicates it was constructed using advanced technology, possibly even machines we do not yet understand.

For example, the use of conductive granite in the King’s Chamber and insulating limestone on the exterior might have been designed for energy generation and transmission.

Christopher also suggests that hydrogen gas was produced within the pyramid through chemical reactions, playing a crucial role in this energy system.

Physical evidence like the scooped-out areas in the granite beams hints at machinery or technology that was once present, something Ben van Kerkwyk echoed in his podcast with me.

Basically, the conventional story, that the pyramid was a pharaoh’s tomb, is nonsense.

[artyandink]

the girl that kindness forgot | 3

I CAN’T ADMIT WHAT I FEEL IN FRONT OF HIM

Quote of the chapter: “After all that’s happened, it’s worth everything.”

…

“Miss Hernandez?” I coughed, feeling hands gripping me by the arm. “We’re with DEPRAC. Can you confirm you’re Miss Hernandez?” 

“Yes.”

”Rise and shine, sis.” I opened my eyes, spotting my brother at the door. 

“Hey, Turstin.” I groaned, rubbing my forehead. 

“I found out you were escorted here along with your old mate Lockwood and a new one; I think her name is Lucy Carlyle? Anyway, they wanted me to visit you.” 

“Visited. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get back into work.” I replied, shimmying into my trousers under my god-awful hospital gown. I ripped the wires off my arm, pulling the gown over my head. Turstin stared at me, eyes wide and horrified, so I paused and chuckled. 

“Come on, I’m wearing my sports bra. You’ve seen me working out in it.” 

“Still painful to watch.” 

“To you. To other’s it’s God’s gift.” I pulled my crop top on, slinging my jacket around me. “Do you know where he could be?” 

“Nah, but I have instructions to drop you to his house.” Turstin waved my Tesla keys, “So, wanna ride?” 

I couldn’t help but smile. Ever since our family’s misfortune, I’d been pushing Turstin away as I tried to manage SP3CTR. But despite that, here he was, ready to drive me home. “Yeah, I’d love to.” He slung an arm around my shoulder, grinning. 

“That’s the Artemis I know.” He laughed. “I know you’ve been under pressure ever since our parents. But I’m always here for you, yeah? I know the Arty underneath all this business-like exterior, and you’ll always be my sister.”

”Thanks, Turstin.” I beamed, leaning into my taller brother, who stood at 5’ 11” while I stood at 5’ 7”. 

“No problem. You’re my little sis.” 

“Not biologically, cause you’re adopted.” 

“Still counts.” 

I waved goodbye to Turstin, ascending the steps to the house and rapping on the door. 

“Lockwood, I swear, I’m going to kill-“ George stopped when he saw me, and mirrored a wide grin I had on my face. “Artemis?” 

“George!” We hugged each other hard, laughing. “It’s been so long.” 

“It really has. Come in, I need to make you some coffee and catch up.” He closed the door behind me, rushing into the kitchen and starting to make the coffee. “Things have been falling apart since you left, and you look so different. With the-“ He pointed to his head, indicating the white streaks dotted around my hair, “- and the -“ He gestured to my muscular stature, looking limb and flexible, “- and you’re a few inches taller too! Anthony can’t tease you about your height anymore.” 

“And I am very glad he can’t.” I giggled. 

“Does he know you’ve come back?” 

“He knows, all right.” I was handed my coffee, and as soon as I sipped it, I gasped. “You remembered?” 

“Like it was yesterday. Strong coffee, two dashes of milk, two tablespoons of caramel syrup and a sprinkle of cinnamon. I would add whipped cream but we’re out, so…” 

“No, George, this is amazing.” We sat down, happily chatting. 

“So, how did you end up being the CEO of SP3CTR?” He asked. 

“My entire family got ghost locked.” I revealed, earning a sympathetic look. “Somehow Turstin and I survived, but it required me to take the mantle since I was the biological child. Most relatives died from heart failure due to shock, and some are still fighting.” 

“That must be horrible.”

”It’s-“ 

“GEORGE!” I heard a male voice yell, and a female voice yelp from upstairs. Lucy must already be home. And hurrah, Lockwood is too. He opened the door, looking a little annoyed. “Glad to see you two are getting along after all this time. I’d say like a house on fire but-“ 

“This is no time for amenities.” I snapped. He was irritating me so much, bloody hell. 

“Why didn’t you wait?” He asked, fist clenching and unclenching. 

“Because there was no need to.” I replied.

“I can’t deal with this right now, I need to sleep. George, if you could make that gourmet sabzi, with a shedload of rice, I’d love you forever, mate.” 

I snorted. “As if.” 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” He left, and I rolled my eyes. 

“You turned your positive emotions on and off like a switch there. What’s your problem with him? And don’t get me wrong, he has a serious problem with you, I’m just yet to find out what exactly is the problem here.” George questioned.

“Anthony Lockwood almost cost me my life. And what’s more is that he blames me for it. So yes, huge problem.” 

“Can’t you try and make it up to him? You know, don’t be such a Stoic Sally when he’s around? Maybe he’ll come to an understanding.” 

“I can’t admit what I feel in front of him. Pfft, I can’t even show feelings.” I mocked. “It’s Anthony John Lockwood. Show feelings and you’ll be deemed weak.” 

“You’ll be surprised. He’s an idiot, yes, but he’s not a rock.” 

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I knocked on Lucy’s bedroom door, opening it. “It’s just me.” 

“Hey.” She answered quietly. 

“I figured we hadn’t bonded much, so I snuck some snacks up here. The biscuit rule doesn’t apply when it’s just us, by the way.” I winked, putting down a packet of Sour Patch Kids, Toxic Wastes, Walkers crisps and chocolate Digestive biscuits. I ripped open a Toxic Waste packet and popped one in my mouth, unflinching at the sour taste. She took a biscuit, biting into it delicately.

“Did you get your hair dyed?” She asked, looking genuinely interested. 

“No. I survived a ghost touch somehow. It took some colour out of my hair, and affected me. You know your affiliation to connect with the dead?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I can connect with the dead and the living. Right now, I know that you’re wondering how biscuits are so delicious.” She giggled, covering her mouth. 

“That’s true.” 

“And when I connect with Lockwood, all I can see is himself, or me when he’s having his annoyed thoughts, and George’s is full of research and strangely tea.” I was making a good friend in Lucy, at least I think I am. “How d’you end up here?” 

“Can you promise not to tell anyone? It’s really bad.” She begged, so I nodded. 

“Yeah, you can tell me anything.” 

“My friends, most of them, from my old company, they died in a vicious ghost attack, and one went into ghost lock. My leader was right there. He could’ve helped me, but instead he ran and blamed everything on me. So I had to leave. I couldn’t stay; my mother didn’t believe me, my own friends didn’t believe me-“ 

“I do, if that’s worth something.” 

For the second time, I saw Lucy smile. "After all that's happened, it's worth everything."

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Saw ur tags while scrolling through that cybertruck post, would love to hear ur survivor experiences

not gonna lie when i got to work on monday i turned the corner to walk into the office and saw the cybertruck parked out front and almost turned around and went home. but anyway

first of all this thing is fucking huge. its taller than every pickup truck it passes on the road. it barely fits in a parking spot. i tried to parallel park behind it and physically couldn’t do it, partially because of how long it is and partially because it does this thing where instead of the shape of the back going inward it goes OUTWARD and it’s all sharp angles and i didn’t want to literally put a cut in my car trying to park it. the wheels are also way bigger than any road legal pickup truck’s wheels should be and they’re uh. spiked. which is excessive

also? because it’s stainless steel? im pretty sure it has to be cleaned or at least wiped off every time it’s out in the rain, not to mention if it actually gets dirty. which is fucking nuts. why didn’t we just add a finish to the exterior of the car that’s meant to get dirt on it??? what are we doing here

the thing that stuck out to me most about it when i was actually in the car was about the doors. it doesn’t have handles. like at all. like other teslas have the hidden handle where you press in one place and it pops out and you can grab it. this does not have that. you press a button by the window and the door pops open a tiny bit, then you grab the edge of the door to pull it open and closed. and as we know already about the cybertruck, this thing is entirely sharp exposed stainless steel edges. the doors are no exception. every single time i had to open and close it i pinched my fingertips in where the door meets the rest of the truck. why the fuck dont we just use DOOR HANDLES so we dont have to GRAB SHARP METAL EDGES with our BARE HANDS??? i’ve been mad about specifically this for days. what even is the point of omitting handles. that feels like it shouldnt be legal.

im sure i will learn more about this monstrosity over the next few weeks this is all just first impressions but i have literally been itching to scream about it to everyone who will listen because i’m in the like .0001% of the population who’s actually been associated with one closely enough to be in it for a drive, as highly embarrassed as i am about it

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Some Cybertruck buyers were surprised by Tesla’s warning about corrosion and how often they must clean their six-figure EVs. One such owner shared the “Cleaning” page of the manual with me on Twitter. And when I wrote it up, the internet had a field day. Read on to find out what folks said, along with the truth about how often you’ll have to clean your Cybertruck.

The EV’s manual says, “To prevent damage to the exterior, immediately remove corrosive substances (such as grease, oil, bird droppings, tree resin, dead insects, tar spots, road salt, industrial fallout, etc.). Do not wait until Cybertruck is due for a complete wash. If necessary, use denatured alcohol…”

The manual goes on to claim that the Cybertruck’s stainless steel exterior makes it dent and scratch resistant. “Cybertruck does not have a clear coat on the surface of the exterior body panels, meaning any scratches that appear are in the stainless steel panels themselves.”

I reported on this information with the title, “Tesla: You’ll Have to Wipe Dead Bugs and Bird Poop off Your Cybertruck ASAP to Avoid Corrosion.” And I posted it to Twitter with the caption “Good thing birds aren’t real” which is a reference to a (shockingly) popular conspiracy theory that birds are government drones.

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[dalle2]

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1 Tesla Court, Strangetown - exterior - [interior here]

I wanted to keep the orignal vibe of the lot, but hated the red brick, and wanted to make it bigger in true castle fashion.

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