#ej coupe

[radracer]

EK/EJ Honda Civic’s

@improve_photography

[timetochaing]

[sucede-es]

2024 Alfa Romeo 33 Stradale Coupe

El Alfa Romeo Tipo 33 es ampliamente reconocido como uno de los automóviles más bellos de todos los tiempos, aunque no es tan famoso como el Ferrari 250 GTO y el Jaguar E-Type.

Esta joya automovilística se produjo en cantidades aún más limitadas que la 250 GTO. En un homenaje a su legado, Alfa Romeo presenta el 33 Stradale, una especie de sucesor espiritual de la Tipo 33, basado en el chasis del Maserati MC20 y equipado con un motor V6 biturbo. El diseño de carrocería ha sido realizado por Carrozzeria Touring Superleggera.

El 33 Stradale mantiene las líneas bajas y elegantes del Tipo 33 y presenta una sorprendente apertura de su interior gracias a las puertas de mariposa con vidrio que rodea el techo. Alfa Romeo ha optado por controles físicos en lugar de pantallas táctiles para activar diversas funciones, desde el levantamiento del eje delantero hasta la selección del modo de conducción, rindiendo tributo a la simplicidad y el enfoque en la experiencia de conducción.

[filmophilea]

the different stages of song writing from one falling chair to the other › ej & elena.

the page is bare except for the title on the top left corner, ‘there are monsters in my closet.’ slender digits fidget with the pen, cap dislodged as he carefully swirls it between the back of his thumb and index. the piece of paper is so blank and depressing that it’s screaming back at him in despair but he thinks to himself, this isn't too bad. the deadline is, what, in a day? totally doable.

so he proceeds to wait until the last possible minute before starting and the next thing he knows he’s couped in a hotel room somewhere in tokyo, a show to catch in eight hours, sleep to bank on for at least three and an album draft that he’s got absolutely nothing on.

he doesn’t sit himself down, even though he really should. instead he makes a run for the lawson’s a block away because he needs all the sustenance he can get as he sources his folders on his phone that somehow contains 243 unread articles.

53:41 length youtube documentary from 2008.

safari? maybe so, inspiration could be sitting somewhere in the 103 tabs open.

the elevator door dings, opens wide and he slips inside, eyes constricting at the brightness of his screen.

click, scroll, click, tap, tap, boom. brightness fixed. there are monsters in my closet. cool, cool, cool, he’s got this.

six words, twenty-six letters. he thinks to the speed writing song seminar he just attended, thinks on the 80/20 rule and lets his thoughts wander as he aimlessly makes his way out of the elevator. the doorman greets him and ej salutes because why not?

then he thinks of coffee. it's technically my first coffee of the day because it's past midnight, he thinks as he ponders over hot or iced, decaf or caffeinated. he thinks hard over something that should be an easy decision but alas there’s a preschool that he passes by and he stops in the middle, stealing references from their educational and promotional posters. his japanese is basic at its best but he can read pretty well.

leave the lights on. the stars don’t want to sleep until it’s time. good night.

click, scroll, click, tap, tap. an email chain is sent to his creative director and fellow producer, 4:13am: is being a dumb fuck a valid reason for an extension? he snorts and think of the title funny as he tries to configure how to set the font in times new roman, size 12, double spaced. how the fuck do you do this on the phone?

he breezes through the entrance of lawson and makes his way to the refreshments aisle where several tables are conveniently set adjacent to. he purses his lips and pulls a stool to sit on, picking up on the original task. writing the set list? the email? no yeah no, the archives you dumbfuck.

he sorts through a few drafts he actually likes. more than a few, there’s actually quite a lot of it and who knew being in a 24-7 convenient store would give all the motivation? an hour passes and the only thing he can think of is did i just plagiarize an original work of mine? fuck it, we ball, and then hits submit. it’s quarter to six now and he knows this because his alarm jolts him awake just as a figure crouches over the aisle right across, a small section allotted animals. food and toys and a few other knick knacks that puts any pet store’s decor to shame because theirs is actually pretty well made. he stares at ground and tries to find his way back to his own business when he sees the kuromi tattoo on the ankle. he takes a second glance at her profile, a loud gasp bubbling from his lips.

“oh shit, elena?!” he hurriedly stands in excitement so quickly that he stumbles over his own footing, knocking over several stools on top of the other like a domino effect. the staff behind the counter begins to shuffle towards the rare commotion and he quickly grabs her by the arm, tossing one over her shoulder and ushering her towards the exit.

he thinks he hears laughter from her but he could be hallucinating. and wow is that the sun? it’s morning time?

and when she tells him what a coincidence it is that they’re both in town at the same and she asks him how he’s been, he tells her, “i think understand my next album a lot less now. how about you?”

[gear-n-gunge]

All true. And also:

1. Coming to Colorado allowed EJ to escape the unrealistic expectations of the Saint Louis Blues who had drafted him. (Was is the heart or soul of the 2009-2010 era Avs that Peter Šťastný said was ripped out by this trade?)

2. Credit the LA Kings with a coup for reuniting Carter and Richards after their exile from the Flyers.

3. While Joe Pavelski may evoke teal more than Dallas green - not to mention the namesake-ish feline Jo Pawvelski (Marleau https://mysportswritingportfolio.wordpress.com/jo-pawvelski-the-lucky-black-cat-of-the-san-jose-sharks-finds-new-home/) - Tyler Seguin certainly does, despite being drafted by the Black and Gold Boston Bruins.

4. The Byram/Mittelstadt trade reunites EJ and Bo, but more importantly Byram with Dylan Cozens, which might create more sparks than the ship with Newhook ever did. (But still, Montréal is a whole lot closer to Buffalo than it is to Denver …)

something about how trades really do affect players. how it's not just us as fans being crazy or reading too much into it. it's real and it's painful. erik johnson has lacked the hutzpah he once had ever since leaving colorado, as if he could bear landeskog's injury but the second he was forced to leave it all came crashing down. sidney crosby has lost much of the joy he once carried and it's because he had the human, golden embodiment of that joy in jake guentzel torn away from him when he needed it most. dylan larkin shed genuine, heartfelt, distraught tears when tyler bertuzzi was traded away. the penguins still welcome marc-andre fleury to pittsburgh every time he plays there because, no matter where he is, that is his home. pk subban could never return to the same player he was after he was taken from price. trevor zegras is seemingly incomplete without drysdale at his side. brandon duhaime is lacking his connor dewar. bowen byram no longer has his alex newhook to lean on and laugh with. travis koneckny and nolan patrick may never even get the chance to play another game with or against one another. and who could imagine kuznetsov as anyone but a capital? do you really think of pavelski in the green of the stars or do you see him proud in teal beside thornton and marleau? did shea weber ever really stop being a nashville predator? and what about beauvillier, horvat, compher, dumolin, burakovsky, kadri, yamamoto, hornqvist, eberle, o'rielly, barrie, jost, gaudreau, karlsson, carter and richards, martin, and so many others? even wayne gretzky himself went to three teams post trade, searching for that spark he had in edmonton after they made him leave. jagr had eight after pittsburgh. you are not crazy for grieving, in some small way, a player you lost. and they aren't crazy for feeling distraught either. these teams are family. and family is everything, even if it gets ripped apart so easily.

[i-believe-in-melinda-may]

This came together a bit easier than I was expecting, but I think it has the spirit of the original conversation while also having Bill and Laura being as familiar as they would be after knowing each other as they do.

“We’re not going to start that. They’re still human beings. Tell the captain that I expect daily reports on the wellbeing of the prisoners, and if there’s any mysterious deaths, the Astral Queen may find herself on her own without the Galactica’s protection,” Laura instructs, and as she does is torn between admiring her nerve for offering up the Galactica for protection without his consent, but he also feels annoyed because of the exact same reason.

“Yes, Madame President,” Billy responds, and Bill is shocked to hear someone call Laura that for the first time, though it also seems right, before getting up and leaving.

“EJ, can you give your dad and I a minute?” Laura requests as even after everything that has happened, she still wants to keep her daughter from seeing her and Bill fight.

“Sure,” EJ says to her mother, recognizing what she is doing and not having it in her to argue against it, not after everything that has happened. “I’ll wait outside,” EJ tells her parents.

“Don’t go far,” Bill tells his daughter, as he knows there are a lot of dangerous things going on at the moment and he wants her safe.

“I won’t,” EJ assures her father as she heads out and because it is clear to her that they want to talk alone she closes the hatch behind her.   

“That looks like a nasty cut,” Laura notes, trying to tell if he has gotten stiches, but Bill is currently too far away for her to tell.

“That’s what happens when you fight a machine,” Bill responds, as he walks over to Laura. “Cylon’s look like us now, Laura, right down to the blood,” Bill explains, having no intention of keeping that from Laura, as he sits down across form her.

“Are you sure?” Laura asks, her voice shocked, realising that that means things are about to get so much worse.

“Positive,” Bill responds. “They could be anyone,” Bill tells her.

“Well, that’s horrifying,” Laura comments, knowing that it is going to be a huge problem, and she just adds it to the list, and she leans back on her chair. “Are you planning to sage a military coup?” Laura asks.

“What?” Bill asks shocked.

“Do you plan to declare martial law? Take over the government?” Laura asks, leaning forward once again.

“You know me better than that, Laura,” Bill tells her, as he has always made it clear how he feels about marital law, something which he would think Laura should know.  

“I thought I did,” Laura admits, and Bill realises that his earlier words hurt her more than he realised, and he isn’t sure if he can make that right.

“I’m President of the colonies now Bill, which makes it my responsibility to look at the bigger picture, and the bigger picture is that there are fifty thousand civilian refuges out there who don’t stand a chance without you and your ship to protect them,” Laura tells Bill.

“You will if you stay here at Ragnar,” Bill tells Laura, thinking that is for the best. “You and the fleet can stay here where it’s safe, the storm here effects all Cylon technology, while the Galactica will rejoin the fight, because that’s my mission,” Bill says, knowing that Laura should understand that because his ‘mission’ is always what got between them.

“Your as bad as Saul,” Laura says, rolling her eyes, and Bill recognizes the insult. “I can’t believe I’m the one who has to keep saying this, but the war is over, Bill,” Laura tells him, needing him to comprehend that.

“Actually Laura, it hasn’t begun,” Bill corrects.

“That’s insane,” Laura says, trying to keep her frustration down as twenty-seven years of experience tell her that becoming frustrated won’t get her anywhere.  

“Would you rather that we run?” Bill asks, not understanding how Laura could think that’s a good idea.  

“Yes, absolutely,” Laura answers, without hesitation. “It’s the only sane option we have,” Laura informs him. “We leave this solar system, and we don’t look back, it’s our only hope,” Laura tells Bill, needing him to understand as while she can lead the fleet if they are going to have a chance at survival then they need Bill and the Galactica.

“And go where?” Bill asks, wondering if she has really though that through.  

“I don’t know,” Laura admits. “Another star system, another planet, somewhere where the Cylon’s won’t find us,” Laura says to Bill.

“If you really want to run then you can, but this ship will stand, and we will fight,” Bill says, even though he doesn’t want to say goodbye to Laura and EJ again, and Laura continues to try to push her frustration down.

“That’s a mistake,” Laura tells Bill. “Bill, I need you to really listen to me, the human race is about to be wiped out,” Laura tells him “We have fifty thousand people and that’s it,” Laura reminds him. “Now, if we are even going to survive as a species, then we need to get the hell out of her, and people need to start having babies,” Laura tells Bill, needing him to understand exactly what is at stake.  

“Excuse me,” Bill says before getting up and heading out of the room, Laura’s words having more effect on him than he’d like to admit, and after watching him go Laura takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes, feeling a headache coming alone.

“I’m going to guess that didn’t go well,” EJ’s voice says, and Larua opens her eyes to see that her daughter has walked back into the room.

“Honestly it went about as well as I was expecting,” Laura says, knowing that the best she can hope for is that Bill thinks about what she said and realises that running is their only option.

“Dad wants to fight, doesn’t he?” EJ asks, as from the whispers she has heard, and what her uncle said earlier, that’s what she assumes is the case.

“He does,” Laura confirms.

“Do you think that is a fight that could possibly be won?” EJ asks her mother, and for a few moments Laura debates how to answer that, as she doesn’t want to lie to her daughter, but she also doesn’t want the truth to traumatise her.

“No, I don’t,” Laura admits, deciding that answering the question honestly is for the best.  

“Then I really hope Dad listens to you,” EJ admits, knowing that she doesn’t want to lose her father now that she just got him back, nor does she want to lose Lee who would also be in danger if their father decides to keep fighting.

[rootbeercarguy]

Friends civic with his friends Datsun

[vision2realitycarchannel]

Honda EJ Coupe

[thiagoestefani]

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[jostystyles]

from the childhood friends to lovers list: they have always been close and they are very comfortable with casual affections, hugging each other, laying their head in the other’s lap, even holding hands. w/ tyson jost

a/n: and so we have the first blurb! i’m so excited for all these I hope everyone enjoys them! keep them coming! side note look how cute josty is I wanna sob

wc: 671

warnings: swearing, nudeness mentioned

blurb celly

“Yo, Josty! When the hell were you gonna share with the class you had a girlfriend?”

Tyson let out a yelp as EJ smacked him in the ass with a towel. “Fuck, EJ that hurt. And what are you talking about, I don’t have a girlfriend?” He replied confused.

“Dude. That girl you brought to Landy’s last night? And now she’s at the game sitting with the rest of the partners? Dude.” Erik said, coming to stand next to him in the showers. Mind you, they were both bare assed but unfazed.

“Yeah? She’s not my girlfriend dude. She’s my best friend from back in Alberta. Has been since we were kids.” Tyson said matter of factly, as if EJ was fully aware of their almost double decade friendship.

“Oh shit that’s (Y/N)?” Erik said, remembering all the times Tyson would bring her up in conversation. “How come you’ve never brought her around before?”

“It’s just never worked out to get her to come during the season.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, "She was in school, just graduated from her grad program actually, so now that she has the time she's staying with me until she figures out a job."

EJ squinted, not quite believing him. Last night at Landy's he sure didn't. The entire night, Tyson's hand could be found at the small of her back. They even held hands. At one point, he was lying on the couch between her legs, with her hands in his hair.

"Dude. Look, I'm not trying to speculate, but like have you ever thought you might be just a little more than friends?" Erik questioned.

Tyson hesitated, a lump in his throat all of a sudden. They had since moved back to the dressing room and were getting back into their suits.

"I mean, I don't know dude. She's always been in my life so it's hard for me to picture a lot of things without her. She's my best friend." Tyson replied, a little unsure of himself all of a sudden.

"Woah, that hurt." JT chimed in to chirp. "But like, seriously dude. EJ’s got a point. You're telling me there hasn't been one instance you haven't felt something towards her? You guys just are so.. coupely."

Tyson scrunched his face up in confusion. "Coupley?"

"Yeah." JT said. "Like, you're literally always hugging her. And kissing her forehead. Not to say that you can't, but like... I do that stuff with Syd."

Tyson stood still for a second taking in what his friends were saying. Was he too affectionate with her? He didn't think so. She was just as affectionate if anything. Was that supposed to mean something? Their entire lives, they've dealt with chirps from friends and family about growing up and getting married. But they both agreed at a young age it would never happen, and they were just friends. Friends. Why did that word suddenly leave a bad taste on his tongue.

Looking back on things, maybe EJ and JT were right. Often times, Tyson would meet people and go on dates, and usually found himself comparing their mannerisms or qualities to (Y/N)'s. And of course, she was beautiful. She grew into herself from the days of crooked teeth and splotchy cheeks. But she'd always been beautiful to him, the way her (Y/H/C) fell around her face and her skin gleamed in the sunlight and the way her laugh sounded and the way his named fell from her perfect lips and-

Fuck.

Was he in love with her?

As he rounded the corner into the lobby where the friends and family of the team were waiting, he saw (Y/N) standing there, baby Toews on her hip and sporting a jersey with his name on the back, and he thought that was a sight he could get used to forever. And as her (Y/E/C) eyes met his and her smile grew, Tyson realized that he was completely, undoubtedly, fucked.

[timetochaing]

[greedyhoneyz]

2 Fast 2 Furious

Airy giggles filtered the dingy air amongst the clambering neighs dimly approaching from the distance.

With her hands and butt leant against a magenta Chevrolet, a cherry coloured lollipop settled between her glossed lips, YN looked heavenward up at the gloaming sky.

“They're coming!”

The boisterous chatter from the crowd only seemed to grow stronger as they promptly approached the barren street, cigs and drinks in tow. They reached the finished line with sober tongues, some leering and jeering whilst others dishearteningly laid out their bets on the palms of their competitors.

The dingy figures, a silver 1999 Nissan Skyline and a titan 1993 Honda Civic Coupe EJ thundering past blurred street lights, neck in neck, stirred the bubbling hysterics and excitement.

YN pushed through the crowd, blowing hymns of subtle apologies till she reached the frontline.

She crouched down, her hands clasped on her knees, and she jeered her head past the crowd into the clearing. YN narrowed her eyes, twirling her lollipop between her fingers, and pursed her lips.

As the two stallions charged down the street, the throng was shortly ushered back, centimetres from the finish line.

Brian gritted his teeth and flared his nostrils as he gripped the gear shift solidly. His right foot smashed against the gas pedal and his right hand clasped the steering wheel tightly. From the corners of his eyes, Pablo threatened to gain in. “C’mon. C’mon. Stay back.”

Brian shifted his gears and narrowed his sky blue orbs, snarling. He slammed his foot against the gas pedal and hastily unhinged the turbo boost.

His head violently jerked onto the headrest as a robust force throttled him forward, shoving back a tornado of crystal blue flames. Brian’s eyes widened in thrill and beamed from ear to ear as he howled. “Hell yeah!”

“That’s right! I know y’all see this!” YN let out a deafening shrieking and clasped her hands together. She bounced up and down, oblivious to the glares drilled into her face and giggled manically. “That’s my baby!”

The volume of the throng grew immensely wilder as Brian bolted down the finish line before instantly swerving into a halt. They darted down the street, raving and hailing at the top of their lungs, and huddled around the potent stallion.

“Blonde! Blondie! Blondie!”

Brian simpered, his eyes sparkling at the hawking crowd. He leisurely stepped out of his car and was immediately swarmed in with daps and hugs of congratulations.

YN, once again, pushed through the crowd, grinning from ear to ear.

“Brian.” She yelled, drawing his attention. She directly scurried toward him, her arms extended before taking a great leap. Her arms tightly swarmed around his neck and thighs pinched his waist.

Brian stumbled back but hastily regained his stance with the assistance of his stallion’s sturdy stature. He snaked his arms around YN’s waist, her hands embracing his cheeks as she peppered his face with delightful kisses.

When she finally pulled away, YN simpered. “You did it! Baby, you won!”

Brian chuckled, rocking from side to side. “You proud of me?”

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” Cajoled YN, her single thumb caressing his cheek. Her delicate, lively brown eyes boring into his electric, vibrant crystal blue eyes.

[aj-lethal]

A vector illustration of Honda Civic coupe (EJ/EM) crusing around.

[hdfueltech]

Tengan un #FelizLunes.

"FORD COUPÉ 3 VENTANAS, DE 1932" Este Ford 32 fue construido desde cero hace solo unos años.

Este Ford 32 fue construido desde cero hace solo unos años y luce una carrocería de fibra de vidrio, un acabado de pintura naranja brillante, un hermoso interior negro, ruedas de carreras de aluminio pulido soldadas, neumáticos Mickey Thompson, cabezales de escape Sanderson Zoomie con revestimiento cerámico, eje delantero abatible Lucky 7.

Este cupé  tiene cierres de puerta ocultos en la parte delantera y trasera para acceder al magnífico interior y al maletero. Tiene un motor armado Blueprint 408ci V8 con carburadores dobles Edelbrock.

El compartimiento del motor de este cupé seguramente llamará la atención en su exhibición de autos local gracias a la multitud de componentes pulidos alrededor.

El interior de este Coupé 32 es hermoso y está en condiciones increíbles. Con tapicería de vinilo negro, alfombras negras, tapetes a cuadros, columna de dirección inclinable pulida, volante pulido de 4 rayos, tablero de instrumentos bellamente pintado, palanca de cambios de piso y pedales pulidos también.

Fuente e imágenes: classiccarsforsale.co.uk

#HDFueltech #Ford #Coupe #FordCoupe1932 #Bogotá #Colombia #Latinoamérica

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[vtec-society-official]

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