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wheelsgoroundincircles · 6 months ago

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Custom 1953 Muntz Jet Convertible

This 1953 Muntz Jet convertible underwent a three-year custom build under previous ownership, and it was purchased by the seller in 2021. The car is powered by a fuel-injected 5.7-liter LT1 V8 engine paired with a four-speed automatic transmission and a Ford 9″ rear end, and it is finished in Apple Pearl with a white Carson-style removable top over gray snakeskin-style Naugahyde upholstery. Features include custom bodywork, an Art Morrison frame, power-assisted steering, four-wheel disc brakes, airbag suspension, Painless Performance wiring, and more modified and fabricated details. This custom-built Muntz is now offered with a copy of Rodder’s Journal magazine featuring a story on the build and a clean California title in the name of the seller’s business.

Custom 1953 Muntz Jet Convertible

The steel, aluminum, and fiberglass body is mounted on an Art Morrison ladder frame that was boxed and finished in semi-gloss black, and the floor was raised 3″. The exterior was repainted in a Sherwin Williams two-stage Apple Pearl mixed by the late Stan Betz. Features include a chopped Duvall-style windshield, 1950 Chevrolet headlights, dual Appleton spotlights, 1951 Ford Victoria side windows, and a white removable Carson-style top fabricated to match the height of the chopped windshield. Additional equipment includes color-matched rear fender skirts and chrome bumpers. Wear from fitting the top is noted on the rear deck.

Custom 1953 Muntz Jet Convertible

Steel wheels sourced from a 1976 Dodge measure 15″ and are mounted with Cadillac Sombrero-style covers and whitewall tires. A matching spare fitted with a BFGoodrich Silvertown tire is mounted within a rear-mounted Continental-style chrome carrier. A Mustang II front end accommodates power rack-and-pinion steering , and the car rides on an electronically-adjustable Air Ride Technologies airbag suspension system along with 2” lowered front spindles, Strange Engineering tube shocks, a rear Panhard bar, and front and rear sway bars. The seller reports that the front control arm bushings were recently replaced.

Custom 1953 Muntz Jet Convertible

Braking is handled by GM G-body-sourced calipers matched with Ford Granada discs up front and Ford SVO-specification calipers and discs at the rear.

Custom 1953 Muntz Jet Convertible

The cabin was customized by Jim’s Auto Trim of San Diego, California, and features Glide bucket seats and a rear bench trimmed in gray snakeskin-style Naugahyde upholstery, along with matching treatments for the dash trim, headliner, and door panels. Additional equipment includes a 1952 Lincoln steering wheel mounted to a shortened Lincoln steering column, gray cut-pile carpet, and a Pioneer stereo housed within a custom center cubby.

The engine-turned “Hollywood” instrument cluster houses Stewart Warner gauges consisting of an 8k-rpm tachometer, a 160-mph speedometer, and auxiliary readings for fuel level, battery charge, oil pressure, and water temperature. The five-digit odometer displays 25k miles, though total chassis mileage is unknown. A Lokar pedal assembly was fitted during the build.

Custom 1953 Muntz Jet Convertible

The Corvette-sourced 5.7-liter LT1 V8 features a polished fuel intake manifold along with billet aluminum valve covers, and additional features include an Opti-Spark distributor, a Griffin aluminum radiator, and a wiring loom sourced from Painless Performance Wiring. A set of long-tube headers are connected to a 2.5″ exhaust system equipped with dual Dynaflow mufflers. The seller reports that the oil was recently changed.

Custom 1953 Muntz Jet Convertible

Power is routed to the rear wheels via a four-speed 4L60E automatic transmission and a Ford 9″ rear end with with 3.55:1 gears and Strange Engineering 31-spline axles. Additional photos of the underside, drivetrain, and suspension components are presented in the gallery below.

Custom 1953 Muntz Jet Convertible

The car was featured in issue #36 of Rodders Journal magazine

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englishsimmercc · 5 months ago

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Most Used Mods for Lovestruck

Lovestruck Attraction Overhaul by MissyHissy Improved Turn-On & Turn-Offs by Down In Simsland Custom Preferences Mod by zerbu Unlimited Likes and Dislikes by zerbu Choose Turn Ons & Turn Offs in Live Mode by Lumpinou Romantic Boundaries: assign in Live Mode by Lumpinou Romantic Satisfaction Only for Official Committed Relationships by Lumpinou Romantic Satisfaction No Time Decay by Lumpinou NO Romantic Satisfaction/Player Choice by Lumpinou Auto Break-Ups Tweaks by Lumpinou Teens' Cupid Corner by Lumpinou Cupid's Corner Tweaks by zerbu Digital Romance Mod by thatssojordy Kiss & Make Up by thatssojordy Functional Workout Gear by Cepzid Creation Lovestruck Card Game Box Recolor by Bonnie.TheSimmer Social Event Overhaul (TEST VERSION) by zerbu

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goldendiie · 2 months ago

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the confessional

Or: an exploration of Sarge's religion in The Third Blink AU. (Repost of something I deleted from my AO3).

The mid-September air was thick and sweet with the smell of harvest, chilled by the early tides of Autumn. The stars would have been beautiful on a night like this, if anyone had been looking. The Parson County High School football field was cast under bright-white light: the first in the line of regional games had just finished in a landslide win, as usual.

Willie Jones was seventeen. The autumn of his senior year had been good to him, so far. He cared little for his schoolwork, these days: he’d much rather spend his time on the football field, or raccoon hunting with his friends. That’s what high school was for, he figured: enjoying youth while he still had it, unconcerned with his future.

He collected his gear, shoving it into an aged duffel bag. As he left the locker room, he carried it over his shoulder, with his helmet and shoulder pads in his opposite hand. He thought idly about what would happen when his team inevitably won the championship. Perhaps they would be deemed the best high school football team in Ohio; for a moment, he fantasized about winning nationals.

“Hey, Jones!” Someone called to his left.

He turned. Gerry Oswald, the starting quarterback, waved him down. He was tall and broad-shouldered, bigger than any of the other guys on the team. Willie crossed the parking lot to join him.

“We’re going to get a twelve-pack and go cruising,” Gerry said, “Want to come?”

Willie looked past him, to the small group of people that would evidently be tagging along. Most were football players, and all were seniors.

“Won’t your dad have something to say about you keeping the truck out late?” Willie asked.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” Gerry said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

The gesture sent shockwaves down Willie’s spine. His mind was terrifyingly blank, and his skin buzzed where Gerry’s hand had anchored.

“I, uh… I better not,” he managed. He came up with some half-assed excuse. “I told my dad I’d help him out around the auto shop, tomorrow morning. I don’t want to be hungover.”

“You’re lame, Jones.” Gerry moved his hand, and scuffed up Willie’s hair; afterwards, it fell back to his side. “Tell you what—We’ll drop by your house in a couple of hours. Maybe you’ll quit being such a square by then.”

“If you really want to,” Willie said. He offered a smile. “I doubt I’ll change my mind, though.”

Gerry was already walking away. “Think about it, Jones.”

Willie deflated, trying his hardest not to watch him walk away. He forced himself to turn, walking back toward his hand-me-down Jeep. His skin still buzzed from where Gerry had touched him; his mind began to wander, but he stopped it before it went too far.

The steering wheel was cold to touch, but it thankfully grounded him. He fumbled through the console for his pack of Newports, and was quick to light one up.

Incidents like this—the touch, the strange yearning, the terrible, awful feeling that sat in his gut—had become more frequent in the past months. He wished that things were different; but, as a realist, he knew that they weren’t. There was a bright neon sign that flashed in the back of his mind, but Willie simply chose not to look at it.

Silently, he smoked his cigarette. Across the parking lot, he could see Gerry and the others crowding into an old pickup truck. If he listened hard enough, he could hear their laughter.

Distantly, he regretted not joining them. It would have been fun; but frankly, he did not trust himself to be drunk around everyone else. All it would take was another touch of the hand, another gesture…

No. It wasn’t good to think like that. It wasn’t normal.

Willie fit the key into the ignition, and put the Jeep into gear. As he drove away, he shoved every bad thought into the back of his mind, where they fit very neatly into an unlabeled mental box.

. . .

Six days later, Willie told his parents that he was going to take a walk to the corner store. He politely declined when his twin brother, Wade, offered to tag along; “I’ll be quick,” he said, “I’m just going to buy a new lighter.”

It was a beautiful evening, the kind that only came around toward at the very beginning of fall. The sky was pink, and the air was still and cool. Leaves crunched under his boots as he walked, and he resisted the urge to light a cigarette.

He walked two blocks, stopping outside of a church. He stared at its door for several moments, struggling to find his courage: his family had attended this church every Sunday for longer than he could remember. Silently, he prayed that the priest would not recognize his voice.

The door creaked as Willie entered. Despite the evening, a light was on in the confession box.

Hesitantly, Willie approached. His heart pounded in his chest as he opened the door and stepped inside. He breathed deeply, struggling to calm himself.

His voice was a near whisper as he spoke. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” he said. “It has been three years since my last confession.”

“Welcome,” the priest hummed. “What do you have to confess?”

“I…” Willie took a deep, shuddering breath. “I… I can’t—”

“God will forgive you.”

“I’m… I think I’m a homosexual,” he croaked. “I’ve had… impure thoughts, about other boys in my class.” He finished, quietly: “For this and all my sins, I’m sorry.”

“Have you acted on this?” The priest asked.

“No,” Willie said. He added, silently, never.

“Then you have not sinned, my child,” The priest said; his voice sounded as though he was smiling. “You are simply weathering another of God’s tests. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Willie stared blankly at the wall across from him. “… What?”

“You have not sinned unless you’ve acted upon it,” The priest clarified, kindly. “Lead not into temptation, child.”

Quietly, the priest ended the confessional. Perhaps he was meant to be stuck with this burden; God wanted him to live a normal life, despite whatever he felt. They key was, of course, to never act on it.

. . .

It wasn’t that Willie lost his religion when he enlisted. Quite the opposite, actually: he knew that God watched over him in Vietnam, and he knew that he was ensured safe passage home. Really, he had neglected to go to church for convenience’s sake: he was not terribly worried about his eternity, in the little time that he had to himself.

He ended up as a quartermaster in Arizona, far into the desert. He liked it there: the weather was always warm, and it hardly ever rained. It certainly made boot camps a little bit difficult, but he believed that it was better training, anyway.

Soldiers held confessionals at small-town bars: between pulls of whiskey, they spoke of their lives overseas. I saw what happened in Phuoc Tuy, a young man would say; or, I cheated on my wife with a prostitute in Saigon.

Willie (or, rather, Sarge—as most people called him, these days) never joined in their religious ceremonies. He observed from afar, listening. He resigned himself to keeping his secrets to himself; he was not keen on being cast out from the group.

Besides: his memories of Gerry Oswald after the regional football game were something he liked to keep to himself. It was a grim reminder of who he was, what he was; another of God’s tests.

. . .

“Cigarette?”

There was man—beautiful, young, with flowers in his hair and beads hanging from his neck—offering an open pack of Marlboro Reds. Sarge took one, despite himself. He’d been trying to quit.

He replied, “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

Sarge was twenty-three, and it had been five years since his last confession. He tried desperately to remind himself of temptation, but failed miserably.

Instead, he was occupied by the heavenly man that shared his cigarettes. His name was Fillmore. He was nineteen years old, and he’d dropped out of college to open a business. He protested the war in Vietnam, smoked marijuana, and believed in Free Love.

Together, they stood outside of one of the bars on the Radiator Springs downtown strip. They had been drinking together—not a lot, just a few beers—and Fillmore had wanted to step outside of a smoke. Sarge could nearly feel the tides of addiction upon him; he joined him for a cigarette far more often than he should.

“You still haven’t told me,” Fillmore was saying, puffing smoke. “Why didn’t you go to college? I mean, you had that football scholarship, and everything…”

“I didn’t want to,” Sarge replied. “I liked the military more.”

“Weird, man,” Fillmore whistled. “I wonder what you would’ve been like. More jock-ish, I guess.”

He was nearly enchanting in the evening light. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with kind eyes and a nice smile. He appeared to chuckle to himself as he took another pull from his smoke; with his eyes turned elsewhere, Sarge found it incredibly easy to stare. He fixated on the curve of his collarbone underneath his shirt, the way his fingers curved as they held his cigarette, how his brown hair fell into his eyes whenever he ducked his head.

A bite from the apple of Eden had led to the creation of humanity.

. . .

Sarge’s mind burned against the inside of his skull as Fillmore walked him home after the fireworks show. His lips buzzed where Fillmore had kissed them, barely an hour earlier; he was certain that he looked disheveled, kiss-swollen and blushing. Oh, how he wished it to continue: he wondered what Fillmore would taste like in the dark and without clothes, how they might touch each other then. Their sin might become holy through the sacrament of free love.

“Listen,” Fillmore spoke (and, Sarge wished that he could listen to his voice forever). “I, uh… If you need me, you know where to find me.”

Sarge nodded, unable to bring himself to speak.

“For anything,” Fillmore continued. “Like, uh…” he laughed softly looking away. “Anything.”

“Okay,” Sarge managed.

They stopped outside of his motel room door. The space between them crackled with electricity; it was almost as though a sort of chemical reaction would take place, if they stood together for too long.

“Goodnight,” Fillmore said, voice barely above a whisper.

Come inside, Sarge wanted to say. Let me have this.

Instead, he echoed: “Goodnight.”

The motel room door felt more like a mental barrier than anything else. Outside, there was Fillmore: beautiful, tragically attractive, kiss burning like cigarette ashes on bare fingers. Inside, Sarge was alone with his thoughts: Lead not into temptation: deliver us from Evil.

Temptation lived across the street, in a multicolored geodome. He smelled like smoke, listened to rock and roll, and dropped acid. Temptation had wandering hands and pearlescent teeth, and kissed like he really meant it.

. . .

Perhaps his dishonorable discharge from the military was God’s way of punishing him. It certainly seemed that way, when everything in Sarge’s life was going wrong.

That’s why he found it so, incredibly easy to give in to proverbial temptation. He slept with Fillmore, very shortly after everything happened. If God had already forsaken him, then there was no returning. It was strange, really, for something so incredible to be considered unholy.

The terror of it all caught up to him eventually. You have not sinned unless you act upon it.

He spilled his heart on accident, begging Fillmore to understand: It’s not normal—none of this is! This wasn’t supposed to happen—not to me, not to you, not to anyone…!

“It’s wrong, you know that?” he finished, breathless. “It’s wrong.”

Fillmore looked back at him earnestly. His devil-horns were missing, now; he looked back at Sarge apologetically, sympathetically.

“It’s not wrong,” Fillmore said quietly. “It’s just… human nature.” He offered a smile, squeezing Sarge’s hand, “There’s nothing wrong about love.”

. . .

“I think I prayed for you,” Fillmore was saying, in his trademark corniness. “I asked for happiness, and I ended up with you.”

Sarge wouldn’t exactly call it dating, but he would call it love. It was tumultuous and rocky—never perfect—but it was theirs. He’d been seeing Fillmore for the better part of three years, now. It had never felt like sinning.

Sarge began to think that his personal heaven was something like this: sitting close to one another, sharing a cigarette, talking quietly. He would exist in these moments forever, if he could.

“I thought you didn’t believe in God,” Sarge finally replied.

“I don’t,” Fillmore said. He rested his head back on the pillow, sighing heavily. “You know there’s other stuff to pray to, right?”

“… Such as?”

Fillmore looked back at him as though it was obvious. “The universe,” he replied. “Who do you think controls the tarot cards?”

“I don’t think tarot cards are real, in the first place.”

“Ugh. Whatever, man.”

Though they had their issues, Sarge did love him. This is something that he would not deny: sometimes, he liked to think that they would grow old together. Perhaps they’d still play their drinking games at the local bar, or they’d do the Sunday crossword together down at the diner. But they’d still be them, through everything.

That, in itself, was enough to put Sarge at ease. Perhaps this was worth it, between heaven and hell combined.

Lord, Fillmore was certainly rubbing off on him.

. . .

Parson County, Ohio, had gone largely unchanged in the years that Sarge was gone. The high school had begun to fall into a state of slight disrepair, and the downtown strip had aged considerably; though, frankly, it probably always looked like that.

He had not returned to his family home since he left for his second tour in Vietnam, now about six years ago. It looked mostly as he remembered it: painted blue, with white shutters and a picket fence, and enough room for the dogs to run outside. His childhood bedroom had gone unchanged as well: football pennants and photographs still hung from the walls, and his bookbag was still discarded in the corner.

Family dinner was something he had somewhat dreaded, upon his return. His father stared calculatingly at him, one eyebrow raised.

“So, you’ve been out of the military for three years,” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

“You haven’t settled down with anyone, have you?” His father looked at him knowingly, “No old lady helping out around that surplus shop of yours?”

Sarge swallowed thickly. “No,” he said, and it was only a partial lie.

“Mm-hm.” He nodded, unconvinced, “Well, we’re waiting on some grandchildren, so—"

“Thomas,” His mother interrupted dotingly.

. . .

That evening, Sarge returned to the church. It loomed over him imposingly; the door creaked in the same fashion as he entered, and the light in the confession booth was still on.

This time, he did not go to the booth: instead, he approached the pulpit, looking up to the crucified statue of Jesus. It stared back at him almost expectantly, as though it was waiting for him to atone. He did not pretend to pray; in fact, he’d probably forgotten how.

He thought of Gerry Oswald, of Fillmore, of smoking cigarettes and the dull flame of a Zippo lighter. He thought of confessionals in boxes and bars, and acting upon temptation.

I have not sinned by loving.

#pixar cars #cars fandom #cars sarge #cars fillmore #sargemore #the third blink #i sort of forgot that i gave him a twin #wade jones. hm. maybe i should expand on him somehow.

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lightwithinthedarknessu · 2 years ago

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Kingdom Hearts Missing Link Beta News Roundup

Kingdom Hearts Missing Link’s beta test has begun in Japan! Square Enix has announced that no videos or images of gameplay should be released by testers. However they are free to share their thoughts! This article will be updated as new impressions and thoughts roll in.

The official KHDR_PR Twitter account has begun to release images of the game and missions for players. First up is a graphic detailing how players can use the touchscreen for movement and how the GPS system works.

There are two gameplay modes: Pad mode and GPS mode

Your character can move alongside you as you walk.

You can also move characters with the virtual track-pad.

*edit* Movement AP can be obtained in walk mode.

In Pad Mode you gain AP in battles

Battles can be automated in "hands-free mode"

AP is required for battles, obtaining treasure boxes, etc.

The team has also shared initial missions for beta testers to complete during the testing period. Much like KHUX, currency in the games is stated to be jewels. New mission content for testers will be released daily until the beta closes. For today, players are challenged to make to lvl 20 for free jewels.

Mission Translations

1/13 7:00~ Grab your smartphone and get started traveling!

1/14 7:00 ~ Area Boss Quest Released

1/17 7:00 ~ Raid Boss Quest Release

Impressions

Lucky beta testers who were selected via lottery are beginning to share their initial thoughts on the gameplay as well. Many of these impressions are posted on Twitter. Please do check out the #KHML tag and thank them for sharing! You can follow updates as they come live here.

Graphics and gameplay are smooth and crisp, comparable to graphics on the Nintendo Switch.

For beta, there is currently no controller support. Character customization is extremely detailed. Facial features, clothing, and accessories are available to choose from, including make-up. Your character does different poses as you’re customizing them.

Story quests are seen to exist but are locked within the beta.

You can collect materials to upgrade your keyblade.

Changing your keyblade also changes your fighting style. Two keyblades are available, one ranged (shooting magic-like abilities) and one more up close for attacking.

Heartless spawns are impacted by the weather.

If you walk up to building you can jump/get onto it.

UI can be moved and changed to be more transparent and moves based on how you’re playing (horizontal or vertical)

On the pause menu you can leave the battle and return to the main map.

There are places to heal your character as you move around.

You can still move around normally in the game without GPS

Tutorial was in vertical mode but gameplay switched to horizontal.

Many of the GPS features are similar to Dragon Quest Walk.

If you walk up to a building you can jump/get onto it. UI can be moved and changed to be more transparent and moves based on how you’re playing (horizontal or vertical)

On the pause menu you can leave the battle and return to the main map.

There are two keyblades to use and you can switch between them. First is Fortune Gear and second is Light Order. The names will probably change with official translations.

New Avatar pieces can be bought with jewels much like KHUX.

New Dearly beloved is beautiful

MP can be used up quickly in auto battle if you aren’t careful.

Raid battles are back! There seems to be an option for a friend feature in the future. No news yet on if you can take on a boss with friends like in KHUX.

It’s very important to finish the tutorial

There is a cooldown time for skills and abilities unlock as you level your keyblade. The appearance also changes as you level it up.

There two types of areas mentioned that you can explore. The town and the field. In town apparently, you can talk to one person for missions.

Gatcha system is back and 3* seems to be the highest rarity to get right now for the chess-like pieces, as seen in the trailer.

Treasure chests in the shop are a great use for jewels and net you various rewards. Helpful in leveling up. The shop seems very similar to KHUX.

There is an opening movie, but it is a short story scene instead of CG. This was confirmed by Aitaikimochi. There is a beautiful new stained glass in the opening. Implied there is a Dive to the heart like in KHUX. Skuld may be in the stained glass, but this is unconfirmed.

GPS is needed for certain features such as gaining activity tokens. In GPS mode you gain access to an Activity gauge. By filling it up through motion and fitness steps you can earn Activity coins for prizes.

Dodge roll and a charge attack can be completed with the touchscreen/a flick of of your finger.

AP is a bit difficult to obtain in the beta. Hopefully this will change in the final version.

Battery consumption is lower depending on the model, the mode you’re playing (GPS or trackpad mode) and how you use your phone while in GPS mode, (setting to power save mode, locking the screen etc.)

Certain chests require tickets to open them. If you run out you can purchase them in the shop. Normal chests include materials to upgrade your pieces. Some treasure chests are easier to open than others. “Gorgeous” treasure chests include 3* pieces.

The field and town BGM are new and sounds calm/gentle with a lighthearted tone.

#kingdomhearts #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts missing link #KHML #KH #kingdomheartsnews #khnews #kingdom hearts news #KHUX #KHX #longpost #missing link

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northwest-cryptid · 3 months ago

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Did you know? You can turn Mabinogi into an Idle Game of sorts with the use of 3 skills and you'll get renown in all the essential stats. Here's an easy guide:

Run to the General Shop and buy a few things:

Handicraft Kit

Paper (a couple hundred)

Fishing Pole

Bait Tin

Mandolin

Score Scroll

Now we can use the paper with the Handicraft Kit to make Paper Cranes, they're only Rank D and your success rate will easily hit 100% without much effort. They only require paper to make, and they give 7000 EXP per crane made. They also give Renown for Edern meaning you'll slowly be gaining permanent HP bonuses just for making a few hundred paper cranes each day for some easy levels and AP.

Next we can use auto fishing to burn a few hours going through all the bait we bought. Fishing should give us renown from Endelyon boosting our MP similarly to our HP. If you fish at Port Cobh you can also sell most of what you catch for a decent profit to fuel your AFK gains.

Lastly, go to Options -> Game -> Control and make sure to check off the box "Repeat Playing Instrument" we grabbed a Mandolin because it has 60 durability, which is going to be really useful for long AFK sessions. However just playing music over and over again on it's own won't do us any good. Compose those score scrolls with the following Melody:

MML@t80l32rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

This should result in a completely silent song that happens to be long enough to give us renown from both Nele and Yvona not only permanently boosting our Critical Damage but also our Critical Rate every day.

The best part is that Eluned's renown that gives permanent Stamina gains is given for a piece of gear's durability dropping. Which will happen naturally when you do any of the things on this list.

Just like that you've literally automated your daily Renown exp, you can now gain levels passively by crafting paper cranes, and if you need money for anything you just need to hit up Port Cobh and AFK fish for a couple hours. Mabinogi will now sit running in the background while you get to watch numbers go up.

#mabinogi

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year ago

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 1

tags: @itzjustalexxx, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014, @eclecticwildflowers

warnings: swearing, drinking, era accurate sexism and misogyny

Ace had wanted to know what was in my camping gear but I had managed to distract him enough by saying it was just a tent and stuff for a fire. He had wanted to sell it, get me a little bit more money but after I had nearly screamed at him he backed off. I had to tell him that it had sentimental family value. He clearly didn’t buy it but he let it go. After he helped me move in, I didn’t see much of him outside of his weekly trips to the auto store and in passing when I was at the apartment.

“you have the money for rent?” Ace asked one night as I was coming back in from work. I nodded and followed him to the office.

“can I give you money for next month too?” I asked as I dug the money out from my bag.

“sure.” Ace shrugged. “What for?” I ran my fingers through the back of my hair and frowned at him. “Oh. Right. Uh billy can do it for free. If you want. He does all ours.”

“I appreciate it ace but…” ace smirked at me. “What?”

“do you have any idea what to ask for when you go to a barber? Or what you’re going to do when they question the lack of five o’clock shadow?” Ace asked, leaning back in his chair. I tensed up slightly and frowned. “That’s what I thought. Billy won’t ask questions. Talk to him.” I nodded and handed over the money. “Still paying for two months?”

“yeah. Figure I can get some more clothes while I’m at it.” Ace frowned and scanned my attire. “I’ve worn through the knees of three fucking pairs of pants ace. And don’t you dare make the damn joke.” I pointed a finger at him when ace started to smile. He held his hands up in defense. “Figure I can either buy a couple more expensive pairs that will last longer or I could buy a few more.” Ace pulled out a pen and paper before scribbling something down.

“they got the pants you need.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “I shop there. And you see what we do all day.” Ace waved a hand out to the main floor of the shop. I nodded and took the paper. “You know what size you need?” I nodded again.

“one of the few things I get.” I responded as I stuck the paper in my back-pocket.

“anything else you need?” Ace asked. I shook my head.

“I think I’m good. Thanks ace.” I said as I waved before leaving the office. After dropping my stuff off at the apartment, I went over to the shop ace had recommended. Shopping there was easy and the older man behind the counter ensured that they would last longer than the stuff I was currently buying. Going back to work, I greatly appreciated the new pants as they were a lot easier on my knees while I was stocking.

“looks like you have some admirers.” Gary snickered a few days later. I turned to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. He pointed towards the front of the store where a group of girls were standing and whispering amongst themselves. I raised an eyebrow and shook my head.

“what would they want to admire me for?” I mumbled as I went back to the task at hand. Gary laughed and patted me on the shoulder as he went into his office in the back. I kept sneaking glances at the main girl who was staring at me. Every time I caught her, she started giggling and looked away. I bit my lip and flushed as I tried to focus again. “alright. Alright. Move along girls. He’s not interested in high schoolers.” Ace said, his voice oddly breathy. When the girls didn’t move, he pushed open the door and called in. “Hey (Y/B/N) want to go grab a drink when you get off work? At the rock?” The girls groaned and dispersed. Everyone in town knew you could go to irbys for underage drinking. If you went to the rock, it was strictly for adults. I looked over at ace with a grateful smile that quickly fell when I noticed he was trying incredibly hard not to laugh.

“oh laugh it up asshole.” I said, throwing some box packing in his general direction. Ace finally let himself laugh as he walked through the store.

“Honestly though. Do you want to grab a drink?” Ace asked as he shopped. “I got a few things I wanna ask you.”

“Sure. I get off in two hours.” I said as I stood up with a groan. Aces head poked out from the end of the aisle I was working next to. I laughed at his expression and gently shoved his shoulder. “Shut up. I’m not as young as I used to be.” Ace laughed and walked out to stand next to me.

“don’t I know it.” He agreed. “How old are you anyway?” I smirked and walked over to the counter.

“Trying to get me to buy the round?” I asked with a laugh. Ace shrugged with a smile. “I’m twenty.” Ace nodded.

“me too.” He smirked at me as he leaned on the counter. “Looks like we’re going to irbys then.” I nodded. “I need to place three orders for paint. And uh,” ace looked over his shoulder at the stock. “I also need a new dipstick, two cases of oil and a case of washer fluid.” I nodded and pulled out the paint orders. “Actually make that three cases of oil.”

“paint or goods first?” I asked. Ace drummed his fingers.

“paint. Might take you a bit to grab the cases.” I rolled my eyes and leaned closer to him.

“look just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean…” ace smiled at me.

“I never said you couldn’t. I just said it might take a minute.” Ace tapped my hand and raised his eyebrows. “And tell Gary you’re helping me take it over to the shop. Eyeball called in sick and we’re a little overrun right now. Charlie and billy are having a hard time keeping focus.” I laughed and filled out the paint request forms.

“sounds like you get some pretty nice cars in your shop.” I mentioned as I grabbed a rolling cart and pushed it into the back. Ace nodded as I started to load up the cart with the four cases he needed. Wheeling it out front, I saw ace had grabbed a dipstick from the store.

“sometimes.” Ace agreed. “Mostly we get the beat up hunks of crap that no one cares about. Things is in this town, no one takes care of their shit. Everything’s run down. From the shops to the houses to the cars.” I rang ace up with a nod.

“I understand that.” I sighed. “Right let me go talk to Gary quick.” Running into the back, I knocked on Gary’s office door. “Sir? Ace Merrill is in and he needs some help taking his purchases back to the garage. Asked me if I could spare a minute to do it.” Gary waved his hand at me.

“whatever makes that little shit happy.” Gary said. “When you get back, see me for your paycheck and clock out. No need to keep you round today.” I nodded and left the office.

“I’m all yours.” I said. “Just need to grab my paycheck when we’re done and I’m free for whatever.” Ace has already balanced two boxes in his arms and nodded at me over top of them.

“here.” He said as he handed them off to me. “Easier to do that than pick them up.” Ace did just that with a grunt and started walking out the door. I followed him and over to the garage next door. “Office.” Ace groaned as billy and Charlie ran over to grab the boxes from us. I leaned back with my hands pressed against my spine once Charlie ran off with my set of boxes. “Meet you back here in five?” I nodded and headed back to the auto store. Gary paid me and I grabbed my stuff before walking back over. Ace was waiting out front while Charlie locked up. Billy was no where to be seen.

“see ya Monday ace.” Charlie called as he took off down the road. Ace raised a hand in parting before turning to me.

“you know how to drive?” Ace asked. I nodded. “Good. Get us there.” He tossed his car keys at me and walked around the back of the building. I looked at the keys in my hand before running to catch up with him. I took one look at the car and started panicking. Ace gave me a look before I slid into the drivers seat.

“Uh ace?” I said softly, staring at the steering wheel. He grunted in response and I bit my lip. “It’s been a while. And I…” ace raised an eyebrow.

“like riding a bike. Let’s go.” I shook my head. He sighed and ran a hand down his face. “Alright. Fine. I’ll drive. Get out.” I got out and swapped seats with him before we took off down the street. I tried to pay attention to what he was doing so if he asked me again, I’d know what to do. Ace parked behind irbys and got out. He was almost through the back door by the time that I was out of the car. “You buy the first round.”

“only if you rake ‘em up.” I said as I spotted an open pool table. Ace agreed and I went up to the bar to place our order.

#ace merrill fanfiction #ace merrill fanfic #ace merrill imagine #ace merrill x reader #ace merrill #kiefer sutherland fan fiction #kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland fanfiction #kiefer sutherland fanfic #kiefer sutherland x reader #ace of hearts #ace of hearts series

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archivistofnerddom · 1 year ago

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The Bad Batch and Costco headcanons:

Because I have it in my head that they would be the family that needs to buy things in bulk. Once it was there, the headcanons followed.

Hunter

He’s usually the one responsible for their food purchases. The grocery list he takes is long, extensive, and heavily annotated with everyone’s preferences.

The most tired dad in Costco award goes to him. Trying to corral the rest of the Batch is a losing game, so he’s figured out how to divide and conquer, sending everyone out to pick up certain things. (They don’t always follow through with what they were supposed to get though, hence why he wins the most tired dad award.)

He’s willing to stop and try samples though. Hunter needs snacks to get through this gauntlet with the full family. Plus, focusing on food keeps him sane and his senses in line.

Even still, he’s always down to get a hot meal from Costco’s kitchen after check-out. It’s the only time that day the whole family agrees on anything and is in the same place in the store.

He’s usually in possession of one of the family’s membership cards and definitely has one of their debit cards. There will be few surprise purchases on his watch. (There are always surprise purchases on his watch.)

Crosshair

Disappears almost as soon as they walk in the door. He appears out of nowhere to deposit what he wants in one of their carts (because they have many) and disappears again. (Coffee and dark chocolate are pretty much the only consistent items he adds.)

He can usually be found hanging near the check-out lanes with a mountain of coolers and boxes at the ready for when they’re checking out.

It’s an unspoken rule in their local Costco that no one tries to filch any of the cardboard boxes from his horde. Legend has it he will throw hands to defend his stash. Few dare to test that assumption.

The one responsible for ordering food so that it’s ready to eat once the rest of the family is through the check-out line. Don’t ask how he always times it perfectly. It’s a mystery not even Tech could solve.

Unsurprisingly, he usually garners a following of moody teenagers who just don’t want to be there. He gives off the same energy most of the time, even if he’s just trying to catch a nap. It’s a crapshot if Crosshair actually likes that the moody punk kids want to hang with him. They’re just afraid enough of him to ask.

Tech

Tech can be found in the auto section and the electronics section. He knows precisely what they meet and has already shopped the best deals.

He needs several texts and alarms so that he doesn’t get lost in conversation. (Hunter isn’t above sending Wrecker to go re-claim Tech, if he doesn’t show up after a timely fashion.)

Like Crosshair, he’ll just drop whatever non-electronic items he wants (such as snacks and what have you) into the cart after he’s finished his assigned tasks before he disappears. He usually winds up hanging with Crosshair to wait for the rest of the family.

Tech is only sometimes in charge of the family Costco membership card and debit car. He can’t be left fully unattended though, if only because he’ll go overboard with purchases.

Can be used to distract the moody punk kids who want to vibe with Crosshair, while also having Crosshair use his shoulder as a pillow.

Wrecker

He has to go with Hunter, if only because he’s usually on cart duty. (Wrecker also needs to be supervised, or else he’ll grab all the snacks.) Being on cart duty doesn’t stop him from having a great time. He’s that guy who can push the most improbably packed cart with true expertise.

Guess who will still sneak in special treats and surprises for Omega into the cart? This guy.

Wrecker gets geared up for the post-Costco run family meal. He’ll eat an entire pizza all by himself, if left unattended and unsupervised. (Crosshair buys extra for him because of that.)

He’s the most enthusiastic about trying samples and will always encourage Hunter to stop and try. Wrecker knows when his brother needs a break from the chaos.

Wrecker and the Costco employees who run the sample stations always get along. He’s so nice to them and complimentary to them. This is the guy who will always wind up getting extra samples handed to him.

Echo

He’s usually on Omega duty, if only to make sure she doesn’t sneak off on them.

Echo also is usually responsible for stocking up their pharmacy needs and buying some clothes in bulk for the family. With how hard their lives are, getting clothes in bulk is necessary.

He’s always in charge of one of their membership cards and a debit card. Echo is the most responsible one on that front.

That doesn’t stop him from conspiring with Omega to find some fun things for the cart. It’s always something random, but will brighten up their chaotic lives.

Echo is most likely to pass out once he eats though. He’s happy to get off his feet and to have a chance to relax. Walking around Costco takes effort sometimes, especially with his prosthetics.

Omega

Like Wrecker, she makes friends with everyone who gives out samples. She’s the reason why Echo stays fed before they check-out.

Omega would walk out with so many large squishy toys, if she could get away with it. That’s why she and Wrecker can’t be in Costco together and unsupervised. They’d have so many comfy squishy toys and hammocks if they were.

Somehow, she gets covered in stickers and starts sharing them with her brothers. It doesn’t matter where she got them. Omega has stickers books and she shares them. Little kids love her because she inevitably turns into the feral sticker fairy of Costco. (Who knows how the parents to said little kids feel about that.)

Omega is very serious about making sure her brothers all walk away from each Costco trip with a surprise in the cart. She gets sneaky about getting them past Echo and Hunter. (Wrecker provides distractions as appropriate.)

Remember those moody punk kids who were hanging around Crosshair (and inevitably Tech)? Well, Omega chats all of them up. She’s the best person to embarrass the crap out of her brothers with stories. Omega makes her brothers look either way cooler or significantly less cool when she shares stories with the punk kids.

#the bad batch headcanons #them being in Costco together makes me so happy #they would divide and conquer and be chaotic together #star wars #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb omega

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auto-technician · 9 days ago

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Understanding the Throttle Body: Function, Maintenance, and Tips

The "Throttle Body" is a critical component of your vehicle's air intake system, controlling the amount of air flowing into the engine. It plays a significant role in determining engine performance, fuel efficiency, and emissions. Connected to the accelerator pedal, the throttle body adjusts airflow in response to your driving demands, ensuring optimal air-fuel mixture for combustion.

Why Is Throttle Body Maintenance Important?

Over time, carbon deposits and dirt can build up inside the throttle body, causing it to become less efficient. Symptoms of a dirty or malfunctioning throttle body include rough idling, reduced power, stalling, and poor fuel economy. Regular cleaning and inspection can prevent these issues, extending the life of your engine.

Tips for Throttle Body Care

1. Regular Cleaning

Use a throttle body cleaner every 30,000–50,000 miles to remove deposits.

2. Inspect the Sensors

Check the throttle position sensor (TPS) and other electronic connections for wear or faults.

3. Address Warning Signs

If you notice symptoms like hesitation or surging, inspect the throttle body promptly.

4. Professional Servicing

Seek expert assistance for advanced diagnostics or electronic throttle bodies.

Maintaining your throttle body ensures smoother performance and helps avoid costly repairs, keeping your vehicle in top shape.

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novankenn · 1 year ago

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"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 3" the Master Chief (Halo) - PT 1

Inspired by @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON

(Yes, this one is WAY LONG overdue. My apologies)

Jaune: Can you guys put me... DOWN!

Ruby: Not until you give us your Arc's word...

Pyrrha: ... that you won't enlist in any more foreign militaries.

Jaune: Tina, Jinx... help me out...

Jinx: Nope.

Tiny Tina: I'm with the other girls on this one. Let's face it Baby-J your house husband material...

Emerald: I don't even really know you, and I agree with them.

Jaune: Wow, thanks for the votes of confidence, guys. Makes me really feel good deep down inside to find out... NONE of you have any faith in me!

Pyrrha: I have complete faith in you, Jaune. It's just that fighting a war is very different from defending civilians from grimm.

Ruby: You can totally be a bad-butt huntsman! I know it!

Jinx: I'm just going to let my husband-to-be, get himself killed. End of story.

Tiny Tina: J-Baby, people are always telling me I'm insane, and I don't see it, but that's besides the point... what was I going on about?

Emerald: To be honest (blushes) I just want to be smothered in your cleavage... do you think...

Pyrrha: Neither the time nor place.

Tiny Tina: Jeez, thirsty much?

Jinx: I could go for...

Ruby: This is a FILTH free-zone! There are children present.

Jaune: Um... can I get down now? I mean, we are almost at the food court. I wonder if that guy needs some help?

Pyrrha: What guy?

Jaune: Over there. The armoured guy talking to the blue woman on his wrist.

????: Cortana are you sure he's here?

Cortana: John, I am certain. He and those counterfeit weapons are somewhere around here.

John-117: You think you can narrow it down any further?

Cortana: I can try, but the digital infrastructure here is rather lacklustre and primitive.

John-117: Well, keep trying.

The girls set Jaune down, and he instantly walked over towards the armoured figure.

Jaune: Hello.

John-117: Hello. Can I help you?

Jaune: You seem like you could use some help. Is there anything I can do for you?

Cortana: John, he could know something or at least be able to narrow the search area.

John-117: Maybe you can. I'm looking for a very specific vendor, maybe you've seen him?

Jaune: Well, there are a lot of Vendors here. Can you be a little more specific?

John-117: Average height, bald, looks like a robot. Talks in a rather rambling or distracted manner?

The girls collected behind Jaune, each a little on edge, and worried that Jaune was going to get himself drafted or do something waifu-y again.

Jaune: Sounds familiar... (Snaps his fingers as something jumps into his thought process) I know him! He's the one selling all the cool rabbit themed weapons!

John-117: What now? Rabbit themed?

Jaune: Why are you looking for him? I mean, just by looking at you, you seem pretty well outfitted. I can understand wanting more gear, but...

Cortana: We believe he's selling counterfeit USMC weapons.

Ruby: How do you counterfeit a gun?

Cortana: We've been told that they are unlicensed and lower quality than the standard issue arms of the USMC.

Hearing "Standard Issue" had all the girls close in on Jaune, protectively.

Pyrrha: You said "counterfeit" guns. Like what?

John-117: This...

Ruby/Tiny Tina: IS that a BR55?

Cortana: It is. Are you familiar?

Ruby/Tiny Tina: Bullpup design with three fire modes. Semi, burst and full-auto. Most often used with the last two options. Overall length 89.9 centimetres, 36 round box magazine chambering 9.5x40mm M634 HP-SAP...

Everyone else in the group just blinks as their eyes start to glaze over...

John-117: You two know your stuff. This is the other weapon we believe he is selling...

Ruby/Tiny Tina: A M6G Magnum!

Emerald: Please make them stop.

Jaune: (Cutting in before Tiny Tina and Ruby could start rambling off statistics) I think we can help you. If it is the same guy I think, his name is Banshee-44 and he WAS near the main entrance yesterday.

(Somewhere with in the Convention... not near the main entrance...)

Bashee-44: Huh? Someone is talking about me... I think? Maybe? Doesn't matter... I have work to do.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #tiny tina #emerald sustrai #jinx #halo #master chief #Cortana #jaune gets a gun au #destiny 2 #banshee 44

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harrisonarchive · 1 year ago

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Song spotlight: “Dirty World” — “Bob’s just very funny. I mean, a lot of people take him seriously and… if you know Dylan and his songs, he’s such a joker, really. And he just sat down and we said, ‘Okay, what we gonna do?’ And Bob said, 'Let’s do one like Prince!’ [laughs] And he just started banging away, 'Love your sexy body. Ooh, baby.’ And it just turned, you know, like into that tune. It sounds nothing like him [Prince]. But that track, I mean, I love that track. It’s just so funny, really. […] I had a camera on that take, when we were singing that. And I — you know, it’s just a static shot through the window of us around the vocal mike. And [as] Jeff was saying, we decided to do this thing about ‘he loves your — he loves your —‘ And then we wrote lists of… I mean, even that was funny. I mean, I don’t know how other people write songs, but that bit… I mean, I just picked up a bunch of magazines and gave everybody a magazine. And Roy Orbison had Vogue magazine or something like that. I had some copies of Auto Sport which I think I gave to Bob Dylan. And then we just started reading out things like ‘five speed gear box’ and stuff like that. And just wrote down a big list of things. And then we reduced it down to about twelve ones that sounded interesting. We just wrote this random list and had it on the microphone. And then we just did the take. And whoever sang first sang the first one. And then we just sang ‘round the group until we’d done 'em all.” - George Harrison, Classic Albums, February 10, 1990 (x)

#George Harrison #Tom Petty #Roy Orbison #Jeff Lynne #Bob Dylan #quote #quotes by George #George and Bob Dylan #George and Roy Orbison #George and Tom Petty #George and Jeff Lynne #The Traveling Wilburys #Traveling Wilburys #1980s #1988 #fits queue like a glove #Youtube

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yuurei20 · 2 years ago

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Twisted Radio Station Episode 10

This month's Twisted Radio Station features Deuce’s Kobayashi, Sebek’s Ishiya and Silver’s Shimazaki!

They discuss things all the way through Book 7 Chapter 2, so be careful of spoilers! (they all agree that Malleus is very kind ww)

A really fun, high-energy episode!

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Silver's Shimazaki recommends watching Chapter 2 of Book 7 on auto mode, as there is a risk of missing parts of his performance that don't appear in the dialogue box if you are just clicking through.

Next month's schedule includes Science Club Clubwear cards (starting with Rook), Master Chef: Bell Peppers with Idia and Ace and limited-time, Book 7 Ortho: Cerberus Gear!

Shimazaki also talks about how Lilia's Midorikawa was his inspiration to become a VA!

He says he was in a play 15 years ago where he had to admit this in front of Midorikawa himself, and then Midorikawa gave him a script that he had been using with his notes in it. Shimazaki says that he still has the script that Midorikawa gifted him, to this day.

#twisted wonderland #twstradio #twstseiyuu #Youtube

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ask-las-phyria · 3 months ago

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Chapter 1: Welcome to Las Phyria

The sun rose in the distance over the ocean, the sun reflecting off the ocean and shinning brightly. Buildings light up in the distance sparkling like gems. Birds flying through the city skyline and city parks chirped in the peaceful still air. Tall skyscrapers glistened like gems, the tallest being the Jewel Casino. Where the rich played with cards and dice, and many tried their hand against the house. Down on the streets they had very few cars, and the few there were on their way home from long nights.

Blue yawned as he drove through the city streets. Buses were beginning their early morning routes. He drove nice and calmly as his phone rang. He gently picked it up, it was Luna.

"Morning Luna."

"Hey Blue! Me and Swordtail were curious if you and Cricket wanna head down to the board walk this Friday?" Luna said as she skipped over the hello and just jumped straight into it.

Blue chuckled as he pulled up to a stoplight. "Sorry, I got a report to get down by Monday."

"Blue, tell me the truth. Did you get assigned that report or did someone ask you?"

Blue was about to respond, when suddenly he heard a loud engine. screeching of tires, and suddenly a heavily modified car came sliding through the intersection, and a police car sirens blaring followed suit. Blue sat in shock and the smoke began to disappear. He then realized Luna was speaking.

"Blue? Blue what's going on?"

Blue watched as the light went green and he began rolling forward again.

"I'm gonna call you back." He said and hung up as he took a minute to process what he just saw.

Engine's roared through the city as Glory flew through the streets in hot pursuit.

"Attention nearby units I'm in pursuit of a red highly modified Skyline R34, Most likely a GTR, Car has a body kit and is heading towards the beach. Requesting backup."

The radio crackled with static before she got a response.

"Copy that officer Glory, sending troops your way."

Suddenly the driver ripped a hard right and slide around a intersection again. The sound of jewlery rang out through the open window as the drive gritted his teeth. Engine roaring he raced past a garage. Suddenly a man ran out of the garage and slammed the door down sending dirt flying just as Glory flew by, The sign creaked from the sudden shake. The sign read: "Vulture's auto".

The driver shifted gears, readjusted his beanie and slide out onto the beach road. He could hear Glory's sirens right behind him. He then picked up his phone.

"Hey Viper, can you pull up the police scanner? Got cops on my ass."

"Clearsight damn it Flame," Viper groaned. "Give me like 30 seconds."

Suddenly another cop car slide around a corner and slide a stop sideways, blocking the whole road. Flame held a hard right flying onto the board walk and sliding on the wet wood.

"Come on Viper the cops are boxing me in!"

Flame ripped a hard drift off the boardwalk and back onto the road, engine roaring.

"Alright try making you're way across the coastal route."

Changed a gear and foot to the floor, Flame tore away tires screeching. Soon he was flying down the cliff side road over looking the sea that sparkled. Rich suburban homes and windy roads.

Anemone woke with a jump as the sound of sirens and screeching tires screamed outside the window. She jumped out of bed and ran to the window to see a cop rip a 180 and join three other cops in the chase.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." She groaned and walked away from the window.

"Alright guys lets try and box him in and we'll trap him against a wall."

"Tsunami that is the stupidest thing we can do right now we'll all end up in the fucking sea." Glory responded.

"Guys we need to think clearly, Starflight think you can come up with something?"

"Try and stay on his tail for as long as possible and guide him away from any civilians. I'll figure something out."

Minutes later, Flame was tearing through the port to try and lose the cops in the maze of containers. He slid through a opening with Glory right behind him into a long open straight away. Several gear shifts later he and Glory were both pushing the limit to the edge, flying by containers at a rapid pace.

Of course things just had to go wrong then. A forklift came into view and began lowering a crate for atop a shipping container. And at the speed it was going, Flame would hit it. Flame turned to his left and stared down Glory directly in the eye before looking directly forward. Eyes on the forklift.

"Alright lets play some chicken you son of a bitch." He said before looking to his passenger seat and ripping up a strap revealing two cans of blue Nos bottles. He quickly turned the valve and focused back on the forklift, hovering his thumb over a button on his steering wheel.

Glory and Flame were damn near neck at neck as they flew through the tight port. The forklift continued lowering and lowering, then the employee operating it heard the engines.

Flame hit the button hard and the Nos activated. Within moments, his engine roared, and he began pulling away from Glory. Everything around him became a blur as the employee ran for his life. Flame gripped the wheel tight.

A loud WOOSH was heard as he raced by, almost scraping the container the forklift was next too, and then the screeching of tires as Glory swerved, losing nearly all her momentum as she almost spun out.

"DAMN IT!"

Within minutes the chase was flying through the woods on gravel roads, living up dust and sending stones flying. Ripping a hard drift Flame flew down a hill road practically almost sideways. Soon he began blasting through a low income suburban area, with tons of one story houses that looked to be falling apart. And pot holes were literally everywhere.A quick shift caused the engine to rev as flame flew by a house, the force of the window generated rotating a mailbox.

Inside Qibli jumped from the noise and fell out of bed, slamming onto the floor.

"Ow! What the hell?"

He walked to the window to see a police car blast by. He opened the blinds up to let the sun that was now relatively bright. He stumbled to his closet and threw on a undershirt and some jeans.

"Qibli! Breakfast is ready!"

Qibli stretched and walked into the kitchen. There was Thorn, who had already made a plate of eggs for him that were on the table.

Thorn, already in her uniform, was getting the last of her stuff.

"Qibli I'm gonna be working late today, Six Claws will be by about six later, and there's food in the fridge." She said as she walked over to Qibli and gave him a kiss on the head.

"Thanks mom, you stay safe."

"Only if you promise to do the same." Thorn responded. Qibli just smirked.

"I can't make any promises."

Thorn rolled her eyes, grabbed her keys, and soon Qibli watched her roll away. He quickly ate his eggs, then his phone started ringing.

"Yo?"

"Yo Qibli," Turtle's voice came from his phone. "You down to meet me at the park? I'm getting challenged to a 2v2."

Qibli chuckled. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He said and hung up. He quickly grabbed his stuff and was soon Skateboarding through his neighbor hood.

Qibli rolled along the sidewalk at speed, making a game out of dodging the rough bumps in the sidewalk before making a wide turn onto the road. He then had to stop just as quickly.

"Dang it, I forgot about the construction on the road." He sighed and then continued moving along his neighbor hood, he was nearing the end where the roads where considerably more well maintained. Of course this was more so tax payers could say they were doing road maintenance. This was the only real part of the district anyone outside saw at first glance.

"Come on I'm gonna be late!" He grunted as he moved as fast as he could without falling over. "Hi Onyx!" He called out to the waving girl out in the front of her yard.

Qibli hopped off his board and ran across the grass and through someone's yard. He then quietly slipped through a hole in the weak old brick wall. He had used this shortcut before and if he wasn't spotted, it would get him to the basket ball court.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't be so lucky today. The shortcut he took cut across Private property, so Qibli had to be quick. He booked it up and over the fence as fast possible, keeping a careful look out for anyone. Rich people lived in this part of town, the mansions and fancy architecture were proof enough.

He quickly moved as quick as possible down hill, but as he cruised he could hear a commotion. He slowly brought his board to the stop as he rounded a corner to see trouble.

"How about you get your ass off our turf bitch!"

"This ain't no place for you, damn fraud!" Came a second voice. The two where yelling at this girl with black hair and wearing a private school uniform, that the two kids wore themselves, and the girl clearly wasn't taking it well. Qibli quickly ran over with a frown.

"Hey Winter!" He yelled. "I don't think calling people a fraud is a good way to make friends."

"Stay the hell out of this Sand Snorter!" Winter fired back. Winter's blond hair was slicked back in a way that somehow made him more intimidating.

"I don't think I will, the hell did she do to you pal?"

"You mind your damn business!" Winter yelled, venom in his voice.

"How about you take that expensive suit of yours and leave her alone!" Qibli shot back, getting up in Winter's face.

"HOW ABOUT YOU FUCK OFF SANDWING!"

Suddenly Qibli hit Winter with such a hard punch to his cheek Winter was slammed into the expensive brick wall!

"CALL ME THAT AGAIN ICEWING!" Qibli yelled moments before Winter shot back with a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of Qibli.

"You have a fucking death wish!" The second kid yelled, who had a slightly more messy black hair style.

"Quiet Hailstorm!" Winter yelled back. This gave Qibli a perfect opening to to deliver and uppercut to the chin.

"Alright that's it damn it!" Winter yelled as he wiped the blood from his face. The two locked eyes and they both ripped a gun from their side and held them straight at each others heads.

"Don't test me!"

"Bitch the fuck you gon do with that!"

"Bitch you know what the fuck I'm gon do with it!"

"DO IT!"

"I WILL DO IT BITCH I SWEAR TO CLEARSIGHT I WILL!"

Suddenly a third kid, this time a girl, taller than Winter with long blonde hair and the same uniform as Moon came running in and ripped the gun out of his hands.

"Winter what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Teaching this sandwing a lesson!"

"Winter, use the few brain cells you have and walk the fuck away!"

Icicle then turned to Qibli.

"I apologize." she said as Qibli put his gun down.

"It's fine, Qibli said, eyes still locked with Winter. "Might wanna get him a leash or something."

"Sometimes I wish we did have one for him." Icicle groaned.

"Aight well you guys have a good day, I'm running late." Qibli said, he then quickly hopped on his skateboard and quickly rolled away. He could hear Icicle turning to yell at her brother as he left view.

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"Yo Qibli dap me up!"

Qibli smiled as he did as asked. Turtle had broken out the basketball jersey and gym shorts, he had also tied up his hair.

"Sorry I'm late homies, got into it with Winter again."

"Bro for real? You guys are like magnets." Umber said as he threw a practice shot into the hop.

"Alright come on people, we playing or not?" Bigtail said as he put down his drink.

Qibli grinned as the four readied up.

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Flame ripped a hard drift around the barrier to a highway exit, his tires smoked like mad as he was basically sliding backwards.

A let off the gas and his tires gripped before he punched it again. He could hear the sirens behind him as he weaved in and out of traffic. Right behind him he could see the cops in the review mirror.

Unfortunately, fate can be a bitch.

"Flame," Said Viper. "There's chatter on the cop scanner, their setting up a road block and spike strips."

Just as Viper said that, flame could see them on the hill near the peak of the highway. There, Starflight and Clay waited, Clay outside the car throwing down the spike strips.

"Oh so that's how we playing it?" Flame growled as he gritted his teeth, and shifted gears and hit the Nos. The slight incline was already started to level out as he flew forward. Everything became a blur as the road block came closer and closer. "Starflight," Clay squeaked, concern growing in his voice. "He's not slowing down. STARFLIGHT HE'S NOT SLOWING DOWN!"

"Take cover!" Starflight yelled. Flame was seconds away from them. Clay shut his eyes as the car caught air, and just barley flew over the spike strips, tires just inches from grazing it. He flew by at top speed and flew away. Suddenly, the loud screeching of tires was heard from Tsunami as she tried to stop. Starflight booked it away from his car just before Tsunami barelled right into it, flipping it upside down and tearing the front of her car to shreds.

"Tsunami!" Clay exclaimed, and before anyone could blink he was at her driver side door, where she was groaning in pain. "Clearsight, Damn it!" She groaned as she watch Flame disappear from view.

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"Yo man, I'm starvin!" Qibli laughed as the entered Dunkin Dragon's. "Bro I could eat an entire box of Glazer donuts!" Umber giggled.

"Yeah you gon need it to take us on again!" Qibli bellowed. "We beat yo ass!" "Dude that was a fluke!" Bigtail fired back. "The only reason you won was because Turtle and me hit each other head on!"

Qibli was about to crack a joke, but then something caught his eye.

"Yo it's that girl from earlier." "What? You mean the one you saw earlier with Winter?" Turtle questioned. "Nah Qibli playing both sides bro!" Umber laughed. "And yet he still can't pull no one!" Bigtail joked.

Qibli just rolled his eyes, the girl was now wearing some more casual clothes, and she was talking with another girl wearing a crop top and had her hair tied back. And there was clear blush on her face. "Hey," Qibli said as he walked up. "You're the girl from earlier, Right?" "Uh, yeah." The girl said, clearly a little shy. "Uh... Thank you that again." "No problem, My name's Qibli."

"My name is Moonwatcher, but just call me Moon. And this is Carnelian." Carnelian sipped from her can of Soda, locking eyes with Qibli and making a vague wave gesture, Soda still in hand.

"Hey Qibli!" Umber called. "I just gotta text about a rap battle event going down tonight, you wanna come?"

"Yeah, sure. Just give me a minute." Qibli called back before turning to Moon. "Hey, I'll see you around." "See you around!" Moon said, giving a gentle wave goodbye. The group left the shop, talking while they walked. Meanwhile, behind them, Flame slide around a corner and drifted into the nearby parking garage, sliding to a stop, and turning off the engine quickly. He then threw his seat back so he could not be spotted. A cop car slide to a stop outside the store, and turned off it's lights. "Officer Sunny here, suspect has gotten away. No idea where they could be, I'm calling the chase off."

She then slowly drove away. The sun shone pretty high above the city, this was Las Phyria. And things were just getting started.

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