#car disc machining

[yourlocalabomination]

The baby did not choose life

[ecstarry]

waaaait have we talked about trainspotting and rosekiller??? have we??? because it's right there

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

why are all these artists selling plain undecorated CDs on their websites. What's the point then. If I want a plain CD I'll burn my own, I can just buy the digital album and not have to pay shipping. Where have the fun disc designs gone.

[proteccar]

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[the-borgias]

The truth is that I’m a bad person. But, that’s gonna change - I’m going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I’m cleaning up and I’m moving on, going straight and choosing life. I’m looking forward to it already. I’m gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suit, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.

TRAINSPOTTING 1996 — dir. Danny Boyle

[glitchlight]

Oh No! I got mad about something someone I dont know posted on the internet and I am brooding and angry about it! Instead of posting I will relax and reflect and do something more productive like:

Scuba diving

Yoga

National Park Travelers Club

Becoming A Nudist

Jigsaw puzzles

Wikipedia editing

Inventing A Time Machine

Woodworking

Masturbating

Succumbing To The Amulet

Genealogy

Masturbating

Dark Alchemy

Robot combat

Bungee jumping

Electronics repair

Beekeeping

Lego sets

Shuffleboard

Slacklining

Eating Lugnuts Off The Cars In the Walmart Parking Lot

Photography

Metalworking

Hacking

Golfing

Paintball

Transcending the Limitations of Flesh

Welding

Thrifting

Sleeping

Abolishing The Division of Night and Day

Pet fostering

Meteorology

Getting Gone

Bowling

Dumpster Diving

Book collecting

Amateur radio

Meditating On My Uncountable Failures

Weaving

Ice skating

Graphic design

Brewing

Masturbating

Car racing

Stealing

Camping

Teaching Crows How To Commit Tax Fraud

Getting Really Good At Beatboxing

Cooking

Getting My Stink Salted

Bird watching

Crocheting

Gymnastics

Screaming Into the Night Sky At God

Metal detecting

Masturbating

Driving Off A Bridge

Sleeping

Thinking about Masturbating

Revisiting Classics To See If They Hold Up

Origami

Drinking

Masturbating

Billiards

Chess

Sleeping

Geocaching

Bread making

Launching rockets

Calligraphy

Archery

Jewelry making

Smoking

Video games

Needlepoint

Water skiing

Animal breeding

Stealing

Podcasting

Fantasy sports

Learning Spanish

Wine tasting

Backpacking

Getting Way Too Into Sports

Alchemy

Karaoke

Stealing

Traveling

Turning Straight Women Gay

Taxidermy

Masturbating

Horseback riding

Fishing

Being a DJ

Quilting

Juggling

Record collecting

Baking

Glassblowing

Drones

Stealing Infant Teeth

Crossfit

Improvisation

Attuning Myself To Crystals For the Purposes of Psychic Attacks

Drinking

Playing a musical instrument

Stand-up comedy

Throwing Myself Into A Volcano

Skiing

Remote cars

Bonsai

Furniture restoration

Quitting While I'm Ahead

Drinking

Writing

Smoking

Meterology

Local historical society

Disappearing In A Mysterious Accident

Assassination

Painting

Handball

Masturbating

Cheese-making

Martial arts

Astronomy

App making

Table tennis

Web design

Letting All The Demons Out of Hell

Farming

Hiking

Home improvement projects

Swimming

Skydiving

Volunteering

Animal grooming

Forbidden Alchemy

Remote airplanes

Gardening

Burying A Bunch Of Eggs

Becoming The Worlds Preeminent White Maoist

Digging A Hole To The Center of the Earth

Trivia

Journaling

Video production

Masturbating

Drinking

Crossword puzzles

Vehicle restoration

Candle-making

Drinking

Reading

Art collecting

Drawing

Makeup

Smoking

Running

Dancing On the Graves of My Enemies

Sleeping

Kayaking

Poetry

Knitting

Sleeping

Designing clothing

Sailing

Acting

Rock climbing

Disc golfing

Scrapbooking

Winemaking

Wood burning

Running Away

Museum visiting

Pottery

Escape rooms

Soap making

LARPing

Freestyling

Flying

Smoking

Snowboarding

Board games

Just Eating A Bunch of Candy

Surfing

Masturbating

Mixology

Smoking

Card games

Kite surfing

Masturbating

Composting

Dancing

Creating The Perfect French Fry

Powerlifting

Model trains

The Rites And Rituals Forbidden To Me

Movie reviews

Frisbee Wizardry

[klapollo]

"The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die."

trainspotting (1996)

[traveler-at-heart]

Get your cardio

Lena Luthor x Fem!R

A/N: Lena joins her girlfriend at the gym. What happens when she gets jealous? Fluff and (badly written) smut. Per @jujuu23's request :)

Early bird gets the worm.

Or a ride to the gym. You pull over, surprised that Lena is already waiting for you.

“Hello, darling” she presses her lips against yours, the taste of coffee lingering.

“I’m so happy you decided to join me today!” you say, beaming as you drive. “It’s been a while since we trained together”

“I do enjoy watching you all sweaty and out of breath” she comments, arching her eyebrow. Before you can reply to her comment, her phone pings and she reads an email thread that screams incompetence.

Another mess to clean once she gets to the office.

“Everything ok?” you ask as you open the car door for her. She takes your hand, finding comfort in your presence.

“Nothing than can’t be solved”

“Alright then. Wanna start with weights?” you leave your jacket in the locker next to your gym bag. “I was thinking that we could try with the new… Lena?”

She’s standing there, looking at you.

“Your clothes…”

You grimace, scratching the side of your neck.

“Messed up my laundry and a couple of shirts… got smaller. Do I look that stupid?”

Lena shakes her head no. The opposite in fact, but she doesn’t know how to say it without sounding… crass. The white tee raises all the way to your midriff, giving a tempting glimpse of your abs. The muscles in your arms strain as the fabric covers them, leaving little to her imagination.

She’s seen you naked a great number of times. But this… she wants you, now.

And yet, she has to behave.

“Let’s just get this over with so we can go home and I can ride your abs” she whispers as she walks next to you and your mouth drops.

“Lena!”

“What? I know how important it is for you to complete your routine. So get it done and then we can go back to mine” she says with a sultry voice.

“I thought you had an emergency at work?”

“And what good will I do if I can’t focus?” she smirks, eyeing you as you begin to adjust the weight on some of the machines for her. She steps closer and whispers in your ear. “Or if all I can think about is your hand up my skirt while I bent over my desk”

Your movements falter for a second, almost dropping the disc.

Lena steps on the machine and begins to exercise, thinking she has won. Then, she feels you approaching from behind, making sure her posture is right.

“Behave, or I’ll have to drag you to the locker rooms and have my way with you” to anyone else, it might seem like you’re giving her instructions on how to workout. Lena shivers. “And who knows if I’ll even let you come”

The final blow is a kiss behind her ear and she hesitates.

“You’re skipping cardio” she warns as you step away to start your own routine.

“Yes, Ma’am”

You’ll both get plenty of that at home.

The music at the gym will have to do today, as you prefer to not use headphones in case Lena needs you. Hopefully it isn’t an open invitation for other people to approach and chat.

You begin with the leg press, and just as you’re about to finish, a girl waves.

“Can we share”

“Yes, of course, I’m almost done”

Standing up and taking your towel, you leave room for the girl to adjust the seat.

“Would you like some help?” you offer as it becomes clear she has no idea how to do it.

“Yes, thank you”

Kneeling beside her, you move the seat forward until it’s better for her smaller frame.

“Try it now” you ask and she takes a seat.

“Better, thanks” she places a hand on your arm that lingers a little to long and you blush.

“No problem” you walk back to put some distance but then crash against another girl that’s walking behind you. “I’m sorry, are you ok?”

“My, you are all muscle, huh?” her eyes go over your figure and you cough. “I’m more than fine. Don’t worry about me, gorgeous”

All you can do is nod and try to escape to another area.

—

Lena keeps an eye on you and all your little fans. You’re trying to keep out of everyone’s way but there’s always someone coming up next.

First, the girl that leaned against you as she showed you her phone, asking about an exercise she allegedly couldn’t understand.

Then, the blonde who asked you to “spot her” and you’re too nice to say no, so you do, trying to keep distance between your bodies. But you’re trapped, behind you another girl that is “observing”.

A guy joins you and he pulls their attention enough so you can slip and continue with your routine.

As you sit on the floor, ready to start with hip thrusts, Lena loses it.

You’re about to pull the bar with the weights to your lap when she stands over you.

“You won’t be needing that”

“Huh?” at first, you fear it’s someone else interrupting you -it’s been nonstop today- but you relax when you see her. “Hey, I’m almost done”

“Yes, you are” she retrieves the bar and instead, straddles your lap, making you blush furiously.

“Lena, what are you…?”

“I’ve spent the last hour watching all these girls flirt with you. And now, I want you to do this so they know who’s on top”

You begin to lift your hips, holding her stare. There’s sweat going down your back, and it’s not the physical exertion, but the fact that some of the girls are staring, while Lena only has eyes on you as your hips go up and down.

“That’s enough” you say after two and a half sets.

“You’re halfway…”

“I said that’s enough” you stand up, carrying her over your shoulder.

Lena gasps and laughs a little, forgetting that you’re in a public place.

Except you only put her down once you reach the underground parking lot.

“You’re gonna ride me until you scream my name” you instruct as she pants, trapped between the car and your body. Lena nods and allows you to open the door. You pull her on top of you, and even if it’s a large space, it’s not enough for her to raise herself completely.

So, Lena ends up laying on top of you, her mouth sucking and kissing your neck as she moves her center against your abs, just like she teased before.

You can feel the heat and a patch of arousal even through her leggins and underwear, and that prompts you to spank her, making her moan and pick up the pace.

She pants against your ear and when she’s on the edge of release, bites down on your pulse point, effectively marking you.

Both out of breath, you stay in the car, limbs tangled together.

“I’m building you a private gym” she says when her breathing goes back to normal.

“If this is what happens after every workout, be my guest” you laugh against her temple, placing a soft kiss.

Early birds get laid, if they're lucky enough.

[sugar-coat-it]

hi belle! what do you think body piercer is like as a bf 👉👈

also would you do an alphabet or something for him? lowkey dying for more content for him

Hiii!! <3 

Omgggg wait wait let me tell you some details

He’s very much into punk rock (Fugazi, Rage Against The Machine, etc.) and lives in his band tees. Much like the back room of the parlor, a lot of his stuff is covered in stickers for his fav bands. So I think he’d really like to introduce his girl to his music if she’s willing to try it out, it would mean a lot to him!

Whenever he picks her up, he’s always blasting music LOUD so she knows when he arrives 

Big fan of CDs. You can bet your ass that he’s burning CDs for her for all sorts of things. Songs that remind him of her, songs he wants to fuck her to. Some of them are stupid too, like “Good Shit” scrawled in black Sharpie on a disc. Sometimes he’ll scribble little drawings on there too. His handwriting is shit and she loves it.

Also music related, he's an amazing concert bf, always making sure she can see and no one is getting too close to her. He'd be SO PROUD if she went to a punk rock show with him

Now… if she ever did say she was interested in getting another piercing of any kind, he is begging her to let him do it for her (for free, with princess treatment). He’s very much like “fuck yeah, do it” whenever she brings up a tatt or piercing of any kind

Quietly cuddling, he’s tracing her features with his finger, he comes to the bridge of her nose and he’s suddenly like “You have a good nose for a septum piercing” and she’s like “???”

He remembers everything about her, and he makes a point to, even if he has to write sticky note reminders to himself sometimes (ADHD brain as hell)

This man SMOKES. My god his marijuana tolerance level is ungodly. If his girlie is into it too, it would be the joy of his life to roll spliffs for her.

Big fan of getting baked with her, putting on music, and then going off about the album’s impact on the music world because he knows she likes listening to him talk, and none of his boys let him ramble on nearly as much

The late-night diner visits after hotboxing his car go CRAZY (side note, don’t ask me why, but I feel like he has a rubber duck on his dashboard)

One time after a smoke session they built a fort in his room and made out for close to an hour, all giggly and hazy

I think he’d like to let his girl paint his nails. He prefers black, but he wouldn’t mind painting his nails the same shade as girlie’s so they can match

He also let her braid his mohawk once… lol

Tea had sent me an idea about this, but he’d absolutely buy her engraved jewelry. Like… barbells with hearts that have little M’s engraved on them??? Holy shit 

Also, from a discussion with B, HE GOES SO FERAL WHEN SHE GOES BRALESS AND HE CAN SEE HER PIERCINGS THROUGH HER TOP

He keeps a Polaroid picture of her both in his wallet and at the desk in the shop 

If anyone asks about it he’s like “THAT’S THE LIGHT OF MY FUCKING LIFE”

Veeery possessive. Not to a toxic point, but she is his, and he makes sure that everyone is aware in his own little ways 

He likes to be touching her almost all the time. Whether it’s an arm lazily slung around her shoulders or lacing their pinkie fingers together

Really likes love bites. One time he left hickeys in the shape of a heart on her collarbone 

Y’all remember that hip pouch thing he wore during the 2020 era? That but it’s filled with his girl’s things like her lipstick or her wallet so she doesn’t have to carry them

Teenage boy humor. Hella “that’s what she said” jokes

He forgets stuff at her place constantly. She’s starting to wonder if it’s on purpose at this point. Maybe it’s his own way of feeling like a more permanent part of her life

Finding his jewelry on her dresser, his lighter on her coffee table, a hoodie hung by the door

Sometimes he’ll leave his keys and come running back into her place just to end up messily kissing her against the wall

Overall, I think he probably looks a little intimidating to people because he has a mohawk and wears chains and platform boots but he’s such a sweetheart oh my god anon. He just loves her so so so much, and he’s so gentle with her. I love him. So much. That’s my baby.

And as for an alphabet, maybe! I’d be happy to if that’s something you guys would want to see

[hirocimacruiser]

Daihatsu Charade DeTomaso 926R concept car from the 26th Tokyo Motor Show

An Optimum 1-Liter Midship-designed Car

Charade DETOMASO 926R

The ultimate in liter car driving. Equipped with a 926ccDOHC turbo engine mid-ship.

Charade DETOMASO 926R.

Charade DETOMASO 926R, a liter car Pioneer, pursues the ultimate in driving.

This is a 2BOX mid-engine model with the engine mounted in the rear seat, and a 50:50 front/rear weight balance for improved driving performance. This is a car that was completely tuned by the Italian company DeTomaso with the aim of making it a faster 2BOX car, rather than just a styling tune-up.

Of course, this is a first for a Japanese 2BOX car. The engine is based on the Charade 926 Turbo engine, which was produced in a limited number of 200 units last year with motorsports in mind, and is armed with a 4-valve DOHC.

The body is designed to enhance aerodynamic performance and cooling effects for the engine and suspension.

It is also equipped with top-notch Italian parts such as Pirelli's latest P700 and newly designed Campagnolo.

The Charade DETOMASO 926R is fully tuned by DeTomaso while retaining the basic Charade identity.

This machine is truly a little monster.

It is a Japanese-Italian hybrid prototype unique to Daihatsu.

Main specifications and equipment

●Total length 3,850×total width 1,640×total height 1,360mm

●Wheelbase 2,320mm

●Tread front 1,380 x rear 1,410mm

●Roading capacity: 2 people

●Engine: Water-cooled 4-stroke inline 3-cylinder DOHC (4 valves) with turbocharger

●Total displacement: 926cc

●Maximum output: 120PS (gross)

●Mission: 5 speed manual

●Brake: 4 wheel disc

●Suspension: Front strut type coil spring + stabilizer, rear strut type coil spring

●Tires: PIRELLI P700 (front 205/50VR15, rear 225/50VR15)

●Wheel: CAMPAGNOLO (magnesium alloy. Front 6J x 15, rear 7J x 15)

●Muffler: ANSA (dual exhaust)

●Steering: MOMO (350$ leather wrapped)

●Meter: VEGLIA (independent round type)

●Fog lamp: CARELLO

●Door mirror: VITALONI

●Horn: FIAMM (air horn)

[fireater]

choose life choose a job choose a career choose a family…. choose a fucking big television choose washing machines cars compact disc players and electrical tin openers choose good health low cholesterol and dental insurance. choose fixed interest mortage repayments. choose a starter home choose your friends. choose leisurewear and matching luggage. choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. choose diy and wondering who the fuck you are on a sunday morning,, choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. choose rotting away at the end of it all pishing your last in a miserable home nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. choose your future. choose life…… but why would i want to do a thing like that? i chose not to choose life i chose something else. and the reasons? there are no reasons. who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

[mionakt]

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.

[sarondaes]

“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”

[forgeline]

"But then again, my homework was never quite like this." Kenny Dillon had always missed the thrill from the 1970 Ford Mustang Mach 1 that he bought as his first car out of high school. But even that old Mach 1 is nothing compared to this Goodguys Muscle Machine of the Year finalist that he built decades later. Kenny's 1970 Ford Mustang is powered by a 737whp Whipple-supercharged Kennedy Performance 5.0L Ford Performance Coyote V8 engine mated to a Tremec 6-speed manual transmission and rides on a Roadster Shop Fast Track chassis, Wilwood disc brakes, 255/35ZR18 & 345/30ZR19 Michelin Pilot Super Sport tires, and 18x9/19x12 Forgeline forged three piece Grudge wheels finished with Gunmetal/HTM centers & Polished outers! See more at: https://www.forgeline.com/customer-gallery-ken-dillon/cgk2796

Photos by Damon Lee courtesy of Fuel Curve.

[7ovesick]

Choose a life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers... Choose DSY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away in the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself, choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?