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Rolls-Royce Phantom 2008 & Ghost 2011- ₹2.7 crore | Real-life review
#Rolls-Royce Phantom#rolls-royce ghost#cars#namastecar#luxury#sedan#white#british#phantom#ghost#rolls-royce india#lucky motors
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i keep forgetting i have tics until i get a tic like wdym we can go 2 days with nothing and all of a sudden we get one and then im having them every 2 seconds who decided this was a good idea
#honestly#im pretty lucky#cuz most of the time i can supress? them or redirect them#its rlly uncomfortable so i dont do it#but its useful when im out in the wild#so i only look slightly insane#tics#motor tics#verbal tics#habit post
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The first wedding chapel in Las Vegas opened September 29, 1933.
There are no existing photo of the business simply known as "The Wedding Chapel." It was here 513 South 5th (Las Vegas Blvd), later known in the 40s as Lucky Wedding Chapel. It was a 24-hour service from the start.
In the late 20s California and other states adopted "Gin marriage laws" which established waiting period for marriages aimed at preventing marrying while drunk. Nevada's no-wait marriages and the boom in automobile travel turned Las Vegas a marriage destination. City Hall was the logical choice. The Wedding Chapel offered convenience.
“New Super Service To ‘Tie the Knot’ – Happy young couples contemplating marriage in Las Vegas need no longer worry about the many and varied details … J.D. Foster has opened a ‘wedding chapel’ at his office, 513 South Fifth street and he not only agrees to shoulder all responsibilities but will supply witnesses for the occasion if they are desired.” - Review Journal, 9/29/1933
Other chapels to open in the 30s included Gay Wedding Chapel, Potthoff Chapel, Hitching Post, and McKee's circa ‘39 which is still open today as Graceland.
In later years, Wee Kirk O' The Heather claimed to be the “original” and oldest chapel in Las Vegas, a claim that was went unchecked at the time the chapel was demolished in 2020.
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Photo: Lucky Wedding Chapel (513 South 5th) and Model Motor Inn (507 South 5th) circa '40-'43. Woody Strode and Princess Luukialuana Kalaeloa of Hawaii were married at Lucky Chapel on 10/13/40. L. F. Manis Photograph Collection (PH-00100) UNLV Special Collections. “Nevada Retains Record for US divorces given.” Review-Journal, 10/17/30; “New Super Service to Tie the Knot.” Review-Journal, 9/29/33, p7; “You Furnish the Bride, JD does the Rest.” Las Vegas Age, 9/29/33, p1; Courtroom Turns to Wedding Chapel. Review-Journal, 8/13/1935.
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Nosferatu himself standing in front of his movie poster.
Love love this 💙
#another post about the cryptid man#this is very aesthetic.#from the motor city con insta#doug jones#people who have seen the picture are very lucky
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Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cosplay at Motor City Comic Con
I had so much fun as usual and i am so proud of this cosplay, had a child ask for a photo, and several stop and compliment my cosplay and that they loved it, I cannot wait to do Bugs for November and improve upon things,
#oswald the lucky rabbit#oswald disney#disney cosplay#cosplayer#disabled cosplayer#oswald the lucky rabbit cosplay#epic mickey#motor city comic con
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mutuals drink this with me
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they call me gumby shitarms on account of my shit arms
#my hands wrists and arms are probably gonna disintegrate into dust and bone shards by the time i'm 35#lucky my job and many of my hobbies don't rely on my hands and arms for a variety of repetitive fine and gross motor movements!#... oh wait!
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Had a series of anxiety attacks getting ready and heading to the train station so when I finally got on the train and it didn’t show any sign of calming down I finally took some meds except I forgot I was supposed to split the tablet
Sitting in my train seat having temporarily lost 20 IQ points, 50% of my reflexes and unduly fascinated and playing with the cupholders while trying really hard not make the train staff think I’m on drugs
#hoooo boy#I feel normal but also kind of dumb#anxiety has been banished but so has a great deal of common sense and fine motor skills#I don’t understand why people try so hard to get Valium#is it like when non-ADHD people try their meds and it does something different cause they don’t have ADHD so it’s just a straight stimulant?#but like with anxiety#it’s trying really hard to break thru the meds#but otherwise I’m just. kinda chill and a bit woozy#kinda like being a little bit tipsy but that’s it#……it also makes me ramble#shit#lucky rambles#lucky speaks
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New guy dropped
Woke up at a random doctor one day missing an eye and is straight up not having a good time out there
#lucky son of a bitch tilted his head back right as benny shot him so the bullet didn't hit any ''important'' brain parts#he's still got some motor skill and memory issues after the whole thing#and depth perception gone ofc#his name is mirek btw#he hates to be involved in drama and just wants to deliver packages but he can't resist uncovering a secret#and can't say no to people needing help#which already almost got him killed once#fallout new vegas#courier six
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I should really write a headcanons about the different ships that Lena's has over years and their personalities, along with the jobs she flew in them. But also, I'm tired
#( ooc. )#once again im watching a show with fighter pilots and it gives me so much muse#idk if any of you watch love death and ro.bots but lucky 13???#yeah#she's had several jobs thanks to her skill and ability in the air#and at times she was the only pilot capable of flying left#so if she didn't know how to fly it well shes learning now#ties back into that headcanon about being able to pilot anything with a motor#anyway i finished my first year of grad school yesterday ( and spent the rest of the day putting out fires so im . beat )#im around on mobile and i want rk di some writing this week
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got fucking walloped in the head by a memory of a camp counselor telling me i walked around like a dancer bc i Always walked around on my tiptoes in bare feet when i was a kid. dude. D u d e.
#IF EVER THERE WAS A CLEAR SIGN. THAT'S THE ONE#the fact that i developed fine motor skills on GODDAMN HORSES#that camp was crazy. i am so lucky for it. never ever bullied there none of us were normal
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20240113 Ensyu area 5 by Bong Grit Via Flickr: ケビン・シュワンツのチャンピオンマシン。 @Suzuki plaza, Chuo ward, Hamamatsu city, Shizuoka pref.(静岡県浜松市中央区 スズキ歴史館)
#Motorcycle#Race#Race bike#Racing bike#Motorbike#Lucky Strike#Motul#34#Kevin James Schwantz#SUZUKI RGVΓ500#RGVΓ500#Suzuki Motor Corporation#Suzuki plaza#Chuo ward#Hamamatsu#Shizuoka#Japan#Nikon#Nikon D850#COSINA#COSINA Voigtländer COLOR-SKOPAR 28mm F2.8 SL2 N Aspherical#flickr
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General Motors EV1 electric car commercial
#the video description reads:#This 90 sec commercial aired only once on NBC's “ER” on December 6#1996 That same day#General Motors began leasing the world's first practical electric car#the EV1. The EV1 was the first and only vehicle release with a GM nameplate and was offered in California and Arizona through Saturn dealer#the EV1 had a sad demise when GM discontinued the program and crushed most of the cars.#GM has redeemed itself with the incredible extended range electric car#the Chevrolet Volt. First deliveries of the Volt to customers took place in December 2010.#The commercial was produced by Industrial Light and Magic and was nominated for an Emmy Award in the “best commercial” category. A shorter#but this 90 second version aired only once.#I was a lucky EV1 “owner” lessee from 1996 until 2003. The EV1 I drove was one of very few that survived#and is on permanent display at the prestigious Petersen Automotive Museum in Los Angeles.#end of description#ad#electric vehicles#ev1#cgi#90s cgi
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PlayStation gamers go wild for rare PS Plus discount this Black Friday – but not everyone is so lucky | In Trend Today
PlayStation gamers go wild for rare PS Plus discount this Black Friday – but not everyone is so lucky Read Full Text or Full Article on MAG NEWS
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#Celebrities#Money#Motors#PlayStation gamers go wild for rare PS Plus discount this Black Friday – but not everyone is so lucky#Politics#ShowBiz#Sport#Tech#UK#US#World
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Amazing gesture as fundraiser launched for families devastated in Storm Babet floods by Cork local who had lucky escape | In Trend Today
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DOMESTICATION
MR. GHOSTFACE x F!READER 🔪 1.8K WORDS SUMMARY: He has his way with you while you're stuck. WARNINGS: 18+ Noncon, unsafe PIV, knife/blood, collar. Inspired by this scene and ask 🔪 Divider 🔪 MY FICS
Down on all fours like the prey you were, you tore the cloudy, plastic flap off its hinges and began to squeeze through the little door. You thought to scream but choked on the air you drew in. With your head through the hole, you coughed and glanced around. No one in sight. Fallen leaves tumbled and scraped across the driveway over the muffled sounds of the party.
No one was coming to save you.
You managed to wriggle halfway out, but no further. In the process of trying, your skirt got all bunched up. The cool air of the garage was hitting your ass, and your lace panties with their heart shaped cutout were doing nothing to help.
He had to be enjoying this. Probably admiring his knife with a smug tilt of his mask. Why was he so quiet?
You stopped struggling, taking a moment to catch your breath and think. He should've caught you by now. Was there any chance he left the garage? Any chance he wouldn't kill you?
He didn't have a habit of leaving them alive.
When you began to struggle again, a weak motor droned awake, making your stomach drop. The garage door began to lift, and the bottom edge of it dug into your stomach. Your heart sank with dread. Within seconds you’d likely be dead or mangled. Seconds, IF you were lucky. The thought of him dragging out your demise was even worse. You had seen his crime scenes.
Your knees lifted off the ground as the door made its ascent.
“Please,” you begged, shoes sliding against the floor.
The garage door creaked as it came to a halt. Your feet pedaled in futility, searching for the floor. You lifted your chest, trying to wriggle backwards. The only way out of this cursed little door-–if there even was a way out-–led right to his knife.
“Please, please, I won't run. I'll be good,” you begged through tears.
Silence. Unlike him.
“I'll be good,” you repeated quieter. "Please, Mr. Ghostface."
The motor started again, and you winced. But the door began to lower, allowing you a moment of relief as your bare knees met the cool, smooth floor.
His footsteps got louder and clearer as he crossed the space. Despite being unable to see him, you knew his presence loomed behind you-–you could feel it in your bones.
Sure enough, two gloved hands gripped your thighs, lifting your lower body for a moment and spreading your legs before setting your knees down further apart.
He made a place for himself between your knees, spreading them even wider. The smooth fabric of his robe pooled over your legs with him between them. He ran his gloved hands up your torso from your hips to your waist, pushing your skirt up further so it was up around your navel. Then, two satin thumbs lightly brushed your skin, tracing the heart-shaped cutout of your underwear.
After a moment of rustling behind you, a gloved finger slotted between your panties and ass. He pulled the garment out from your body, then the elastic tension released with a slice of his knife.
More rustling. His movement made the robe graze your butt. You weren't sure if you were imagining the sound of his belt coming undone behind you, but the thought of it made your face heat up.
The heavy fabric of his robe lifted off your calves, removing any doubt about what he was about to do. You tried to ignore the way your pussy throbbed.
The smooth head of his cock nudged your entrance, then slid wetly along your slit, forward and back. You hadn't realized just how aroused you were until feeling cock glide so smoothly against your well lubricated cunt. The head lingered at your front, nudging just the right spot. Your hips tilted all on their own, and he paused before sliding back to your wet little hole, resting the curve of his tip just inside.
He gripped your hips and pushed forward, intruding into your tight, warm sleeve with his thick, hard cock. Inch by inch, his stiff manhood pushed its way into you, the pressure of his girth pushing the breath out of your lungs. He slid all the way in without much difficulty and paused after bottoming out.
You took a much needed breath.
The skin of your chest radiated warmth. Your whole upper body was hot, despite the cool air.
Your lower body was warm and stuffed.
Two big, gloved hands wrapped around your thighs, then lifted. Your body lurched forward as far as it could, then he pulled you back on him, bottoming out deeper before he let your weight back down.
You braced your forearms on the driveway and he moved his hands up to hold your hips. He withdrew most of his length then squeezed your hips and pulled you back again as he slammed all the way back in. This wasn't bad… he was slow, almost careful.
Almost as though he could hear your thoughts, he seemed to drop all restraint. He buried his cock in you at a steadily increasing pace. You were shaken by just how good he felt inside you.
You bit your arm to stifle your moans, but it was no use. He'd have to hear your sounds of pleasure, as humiliating as it was. You removed your mouth from your bicep, leaving a string of spit as you took a deep breath.
As you inhaled the night air, it smelled like someone was having a bonfire... Someone, somewhere had come outside. Maybe even the neighbors.
But you didn't cry for help.
It was as though the cock in your cunt had gagged your throat, paralyzing you. It couldn't be that you didn't want him to stop, could it? No, you told yourself.
With every thrust, it felt more like a lie.
The rhythm of his pounding made your breasts jiggle. Your arms and wrists rubbed against the driveway, but you hardly felt it. Any discomfort was drowned out by the pleasant stretch of his girth, and the grip of your pussy clinging to his length as it pushed through you.
You closed your eyes and went somewhere else, giving into the feel-good chemicals coming to boil in your blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was the rush of survival and how much was his dick, but the combination had you hurtling toward the stratosphere. Full, you were packed full. God, it felt good. Even better, the more you let yourself feel it.
There was something freeing about completely submitting to his will. Letting him use you like a fucktoy. Giving in, letting him win, you could relax and let it all wash over you. With your body held in his hands and wrapped around his cock, you felt weightless. There was no longer pressure to fight back or flee. The only pressure was low in your gut, building toward something unthinkable. Closer with each heavy stroke.
You spasmed with a whimper.
He abruptly sped up to jackhammer pace, pushing you to the brink within seconds. You rode that edge for longer than you thought anyone could keep up that pace. You remembered to breathe, and then you saw stars. The hair on your neck stood up as you clung to the ethereal force that rippled through your loins. Pleasure shot through your core to each limb.
He slowed down as you clenched around him, then bottomed out deeper. It was like he’d created more space in you and packed it with more cock than you ever thought you'd take.
Until the warmth began to spread inside, you didn't realize he was coming. He had given no outward indication of it. You could hardly distinguish your throbbing from his, until yours faded and he was still twitching.
The grip of his hands eased up as he finished. He held you with your ass flush against his wiry hair, anchoring you. Plugging you.
After a minute, it started to feel colder outside. You felt more exposed, vulnerable, but still dared to imagine he might leave you alive.
One hand let go of you, and his robe shifted, brushing the back of your thigh. He pulled back your ruined underwear again. This time, he cut through the side and took it all the way off. Then, the surprisingly warm flat of his blade pressed against the side of your butt cheek. It slid up over the curve of your flesh.
Your heart pounded, reminding you to fear for your life.
The metal left your skin, only for the point of the blade to then prickle the center of your lower back. He held you still, and his cock twitched inside you as he began to draw blood.
You pleaded, “don't," but your insides throbbed.
A sharp, white heat followed the blade, curving upward, out, and down toward your crack. He repeated it on the other side to complete the heart. Your ears burned and pounded with their own pulse. Your inner ears began to ache.
Finally, his cock slid out of you, and after a moment of jostling, he got out from between your legs. Then, facing your side, his robe grazed your back as he hovered over you and grabbed hold of your waist. He tugged gently. You extended your arms in front of you and held them together as he pulled you back into the garage. warm blood trickled into your crack as you sat up. His gloved thumb smeared it upward.
Clear snot was coming out of your nose. You sniffed and he wiped that too, with a knuckle.
Holding his knife, he showed it to you as he stood up. He crossed the garage in just a few strides while you obediently sat back on your knees, adjusting your bra and fixing your hair.
He returned with his hands full.
Your face fell blank when you looked up to see a collar with a leash hanging off it. Your lips parted, but no sound came out. He tilted his head, then stooped down to reach around your neck and fasten the it. The arms of his robe created a curtain of darkness as he adjusted the buckle and tested the tightness with two fingers between it and your neck.
He stepped back, holding the leash, and tilted his mask, waiting. There was something else in his other hand. He clicked it, then tossed it aside as the garage door began to rise. He reached down and helped you up. Then, he walked you down the driveway and into the night, with a warm mess trickling down your thighs.
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