#sedan full size

[manualwheel]

2023 Lucid Air Touring

[automotivealchemy]

Kia K9 Full Sized Sedan Concept

What if... Kia brought back the K9 full sized sedan to the market to shake up the industry to bring back full sized sedan market out of the abyss. This would be a sport oriented sedan, equipped with a turbo charged V6 motor with hybrid platform to assist in moving this rig. This would be offered with standard all wheel drive automatic drive train with the hybrid system focusing on power to the front of the vehicle.

[lakeplacld]

My ass cannot fit in a Nissan Z

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1967 Ford Galaxie 500

Ford Galaxie 500 (1967): A Timeless Classic

Wow! This iconic beauty is a 1967 Ford Galaxie 500. Its sleek lines, powerful engines, and luxurious interior have made it a beloved American classic. Let's dive into 10 amazing stories that have shaped this legendary car:

1. Full-Size Sedan Elegance: The Galaxie 500 offered a spacious and luxurious interior, making it a popular choice for families and executives.

2. Performance Options: The Galaxie 500 was available with a variety of powerful engines, including the 428 cubic inch Cobra Jet V8, offering thrilling performance.

3. Cultural Icon: The Galaxie 500 has appeared in countless movies, TV shows, and music videos, cementing its status as a cultural icon.

4. Racing Success: The Galaxie 500 proved its performance capabilities on the racetrack, competing in various racing series.

5. Collector's Item: Due to its popularity and historical significance, the Galaxie 500 has become a highly sought-after collector's car.

6. Modern-Day Appreciation: The Galaxie 500's classic appeal continues to captivate car enthusiasts, with many seeking out these vintage vehicles for their timeless style and character.

7. Community and Passion: The Galaxie 500 has a dedicated community of enthusiasts who share their love for this iconic car through forums, social media, and car shows.

8. Timeless Design: The Galaxie 500's classic styling has aged gracefully, making it as desirable today as it was in 1967.

9. Driving Experience: The Galaxie 500 offers a comfortable and enjoyable driving experience, with its powerful engines and luxurious interior.

10. Iconic American Automobile: The Galaxie 500 is considered one of the most iconic American cars of its era, known for its reliability, performance, and style.

[todays-xkcd]

Hint: If you ever encounter this puzzle in a crossword app, just [term for someone with a competitive and high-achieving personality].

A Crossword Puzzle [Explained]

Transcript

[A square 15x15 crossword puzzle is shown. Only 21 of the 225 squares are black. The black squares are in a pattern that are 180 degree rotationally symmetrical. Three black squares down from the 11th column and similarly three black squares up from the 5th column. Three black squares out from the right in row 7 and then two more black squares diagonally up from the end. Similarly three black squares out from the left in row 9 with two more black squares diagonally down from the end. A single black square is three above the first black square on the diagonal going down to the right and similarly there is a black square three under the first of the diagonal squares going down to the left. (Row 6 column 12 and Row 10 column 4). Finally there are three black squares on a diagonal crossing over the central point by going up from the left through the central point (Row 8 column 8). There are numbers at the top of every column (except the one that is a black square) and similarly at the left edge of all rows (except the one that is a black square). There are also numbers at the bottom of every black segment (except the one that reaches the bottom) and all rows after black segments except the one that reaches the right edge. In total all numbers from 1 to 51 is written. They are written in reading order from 1 to 51.]

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51

[Below the square there are two rows of clues for each number that belongs to across (rows) and to the right there are one row of clues for each number that belongs to down (columns). Both segments have an underlined and bold title above the clues. ]

'''Across'''

1. Famous Pvt. Wilhelm quote

11. IPv6 address record

15. "CIPHERTEXT" decrypted with Vigenère key "CIPHERTEXT"

16. 8mm diameter battery

17. "Warthog" attack aircraft

18. Every third letter in the word for "inability to visualize"

19. An acrostic hidden on the first page of the dictionary

21. Default paper size in Europe

22. First four unary strings

23. Lysine codon

24. 40 CFR Part 63 subpart concerning asphalt pollution

25. Top bond credit rating

26. Audi coupe

27. A pair of small remote batteries, when inserted

29. Unofficial Howard Dean slogan

32. A 4.0 report card

33. The "Harlem Globetrotters of baseball" (vowels only)

34. 2018 Kiefer song

35. Top Minor League tier

36. Reply elicited by a dentist

38. ANAA's airport

41. Macaulay Culkin's review of aftershave

43. Marketing agency trade grp.

44. Soaring climax of Linda Eder's ''Man of La Mancha''

46. Military flight community org.

47. Iconic line from ''Tarzan''

48. Every other letter of Jimmy Wales's birth state

49. Warthog's postscript after "They call me ''mister'' pig!"

50. Message to Elsa in ''Frozen 2''

51. Lola, when betting it all on Black 20 in ''Run Lola Run''

“Down

1. Game featuring "a reckless disregard for gravity"

2. 101010101010101010101010 [sub]2→16

3. Google phone released July '22

4. It's five times better than that ''other'' steak sauce

5. ToHex(43690)

6. Freddie Mercury lyric from ''Under Pressure''

7. Full-size Audi luxury sedan

8. Fast path through a multiple choice marketing survey

9. 12356631 in base 26

10. Viral Jimmy Barnes chorus

11. Ruby Rhod catchphrase

12. badbeef + 9efcebbb

13. In Wet Let's ''Ur Mum'', what the singer has been practicing

14. Refrain from Nora Reed bot

20. Mario button presses to ascend Minas Tirith's walls

24. Vermont historic route north from Bennington

26. High-budget video game

28. Unorthodox Tic-Tac-Toe win

29. String whose SHA-256 hash ends "...689510285e212385"

30. Arnold's remark to the Predator

31. The vowels in the fire salamander's binomial name

32. Janet Leigh ''Psycho'' line

34. Seven 440Hz pulses

37. Audi luxury sports sedan

38. A half-dozen eggs with reasonably firm yolks

39. 2-2-2-2-2-2 on a multitap phone keypad

40. .- .- .- .- .- .-

42. Rating for China's best tourist attractions

43. Standard drumstick size

45. "The rain/in Spain/falls main-/ly on the plain" rhyme scheme

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Pontiac Bonneville Custom Convertible, 1959. The second generation Bonneville marked two important milestones for Pontiac. As well as becoming a full line with hardtop sedan and wagons (previously the Bonneville had only been available as a coupe or convertible) it introduced the split grille and the "Wide Track" slogan. The Wide Track wasn't just ad copy, it had a front tread width of 63.7in and rear tread at 64in as opposed to other GM products with a 61in width front and rear. In doing so, Pontiac created what were considered to be the best-cornering full-size cars in the industry. Both features remained central to the Pontiac brand up until it's demise

[vegaduke]

GM offered flat tops from 1959-1960 in all their full size cars; in 1961 Cadillac offered a flat top only in the Sedan DeVille line and it was gone in '62.

[chaos-chloe]

Not Clooless Anymore

Summary: Fairly Clooless part2

TW: Cute moments, flirting, lmk if i missed anything

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the Texas landscape, painting the Texas sky with brilliant shades of orange and purple. I stepped out of my car, feeling the warm evening air kiss my toasty skin. I stood outside the familiar neon lights of Waffle House, a sense of excitement bubbling within my body. The day had been filled with the delightful chaos of the Texas fair—blaring music, the intoxicating aroma, and rides that twisted and turned like my own thoughts and insecurities.

The Texas fair had been a whirlwind of laughter, cotton candy, and the thrilling rush of adrenaline, but now, the promise of crispy waffles, cheesy hash browns, and the company oF the boys made my heart flutter in anticipation.

I checked my phone, squinting in the twilight to see if the others were here. It wasn’t long before I spotted Droid’s unmistakable truck rolling into the parking lot, followed closely by Puffer and Grizzy in their flashy Sedans. And then, like a flash of dark thunder, Pezzy roared into view on his sleek black motorcycle, the engine’s purr blending in with the fading sounds of the fair.

"Hey, ___!" Grizzy shouted as he bounded over from his car, excitement practically radiating from him like the setting sun behind them. He wore his trademark grin, one that always made situations feel a little brighter.

“____! Over here!” Droid called, tossing her a casual wave as he parked his truck. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of the boys, my grin widening as they hopped out of their cars, laughter spilling out into the cooling evening air.

“Did anyone win a stuffed animal?” I asked, turning to see Droid, who was carrying a massive teddy bear tucked under his arm. I also noticed a big push toy poking out from the backseat of Grizzy’s car. “Grizzy! Did you get the giant stuffed bear?” I asked teasing with a gentle smile

“Uh, yeah. That’s a trophy for winning at life,” he replied with a playful smirk. “Meet Mr. Snuggly and I have a gift for you in the back of my car.” Droid winked at me

“Nah, I went for the goldfish instead!” he laughed, knowing full well that it was just a way to mess with me. Knowing Grizzy, he’d surely end up with a life-sized inflatable T-Rex instead.

“Didn’t think you’d show up!” Puffer teased as he approached me first, giving me a quick hug before making room for the others.

Droid approached, his casual stride and laid-back charm eliciting a warm sense of familiarity in my bones that felt like home. He ruffled my hair as he passed by, a brotherly gesture that inevitably made me roll my ___ eyes. “Thought I’d find you guys here. Ready to drown ourselves in waffles?” 

“Please, like I could resist waffles after a long day of overpriced snacks and rides! Plus, I have to stay fuelled for our late-night shenanigans after the stunts I pulled tonight!” I Laughed, my spirits higher than ever tonight.

“I know exactly what you mean. I still feel sick from that funnel cake!” Grizzy added dramatically, placing a hand on his stomach as he leaned against the wall of the diner. “But nothing a plate of hash browns can’t fix, right?”

Droid and Puffer exchanged knowing glances, always amused by their friend’s antics. And as Pezzy strolled over, kicking his kickstand down with a flourish, I felt a flutter in my chest that I couldn’t quite explain.

“Did you guys see the fireworks?” Pezzy chimed in, a little more quietly than the others, his gaze quickly flitting back to mine, a fleeting connection that made my stomach flutter, but I brushed it off. 'It’s just post-fair magic,’ I thought, trying not to read too much into it. 

“Yeah, they were incredible! But honestly, now I just want to eat pancakes until I explode,” Puffer quipped, slapping Grizzy on the back as they made their way toward the entrance.

“Hey, ____,” Pezzy said, flashing me a bright smile that sent butterflies dancing through my stomach. “You ready for some real food? I actually have a craving for that Texas cheesesteak omelet, but I can be persuaded for anything covered in syrup.”

“Totally! I’m with you on that one,” Ireplied, unable to contain her enthusiasm. “Waffles topped with ice cream—now that’s a Texas masterpiece.”

As they entered Waffle House, the warm scent enveloped them. The air was permeated with the irresistible smell of butter and syrup, a scent that was so deeply woven into their memories of late-night adventures and shared laughter.The interior was filled with the comforting chatter of other late-night diners and the sizzle of food cooking on the grill. 

They slid into a booth they chose was cozy—wooden and a bit worn-in, the kind of place that felt like home. ___ slid into the middle seat, Droid to her left, and Pezzy to her right, the perfect configuration for subtle glances and stolen moments, the latter of whom took a deep breath as he subtly nudged closer to her. Grizzy and Puffer settled opposite them, already debating their orders in playful retorts.

“Okay, what's everyone ordering?” ___ asked, tone bubbly as she flipped through the laminated menu, pretending not to notice Pezzy’s growing nervousness.

Pezzy took a deep breath as he watched ___, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest. He’d never had the courage to tell her about his crush, but every casual remark felt layered with an unspoken affection that he wanted to express. He fiddled with his menu, glancing back at her, nervously biting his lip. 

“Definitely the hash browns—it’s the best way to start,”Grizzy declared, and the group followed suit, their laughter echoing around the diner as they decided on their meals.

“Why not try the All-Star Special?” Pezzy suggested, leaning a bit closer as he flashed her another dazzling smile. “You can get everything—waffles, eggs, bacon, and still have room for more!”

“Same!” Puffer joined in. “But I’m adding extra bacon. Gotta live large after all those funnel cakes.”

“___! What are you getting?” he blurted out, desperately trying to sound casual.

“I think I might go with the classic waffle, loaded with strawberries,” she grinned, unaware of the fluttering competition swirling around in Pezzy's stomach. 

“Those berries will definitely sweeten up your already sweet personality,” Pezzy said, attempting to keep his tone light but feeling his cheeks slightly heat up. ___ felt her cheeks warm under his gaze. “You have a point! I think I’ll take you up on that,” she replied, her heart racing in ways it hadn’t before.

“Alright, alright,” Droid interjected, breaking Pezzy's moment of hesitance with a calm, brotherly energy. “Let’s order before it gets too crowded in here.” The waitress approached, and as they squabble about orders, Pezzy felt his heart race while stealing glances at ___'s animated expressions.

“Alright, who’s ordering first?” Puffer asked, leaning dramatically over the table like a showman.

As the waiter approached to take their order, ___ felt Pezzy’s slight tension radiating next to her. She could almost feel his thoughts swirling; she glanced at him just as he took a deep breath, his eyes almost playful yet glazed with determination.

“Uh, I’ll also have the All-Star Special, but can you add a side of, um,” he fumbled, his cheeks slightly pinking, “a side of your heart?” 

Puffer almost choked on his drink, and Droid smirked, shaking his head. “Smooth, Pezzy, real smooth.”

___ couldn’t help but laugh, the warmth spreading through her again as she met Pezzy’s gaze. “Clever. But maybe let’s stick to just waffles for now?”

The table erupted with laughter, the sound of friendship filling the air as they made fun of Pezzy’s attempt—a lighthearted bond wrapped in unadulterated joy.

With their orders placed and the waitress retreating, the table erupted into a flurry of conversations, stories, and laughter. Grizzy and Puffer continued their playful banter, while Droid and ___shared fond memories of their previous discord hangouts. As they waited for their food, the chatter flowed as freely as the sweet syrup they’d soon douse their waffles in. Stories of fair rides, a debate on who could eat the most hash browns, and endless laughter echoed within the little booth. ___ caught Droid rolling his eyes, while Grizzy animatedly recreated the fair's biggest ride. 

And then there was Pezzy, who seemed lost in the moment, glancing at ___ with a goofy smile. He was trying so hard not to come off as nervous that it was endearing. 

As their orders arrived, the table transformed into a feast of colors and aromas. The sight of sizzling waffles, golden-brown hash browns, and fluffy omelets was enough to summon quickened appetites.

“Girls first!” Puffer declared, gesturing dramatically towards ___ and Grizzy. “Let’s see how fast you can demolish that plate!”

“Challenge accepted!” ___ grinned back as Pezzy chuckled beside her, the energy of the room buzzing with laughter and chatter.

As they dived into their meals, ___ caught Pezzy stealing glances her way. Every time she met his gaze, they shared unspoken moments of connection—a tentative dance of burgeoning feelings that neither of them dared to voice

“Hey, ____,” Pezzy finally said, his voice breaking through the noise. “You’ve been doing really well in school. I mean, I've always thought you were pretty amazing, like, really driven.”

“Thanks, Pezzy! That means a lot coming from you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

“Let’s make a pact,” Droid said, forcing the mood to shift. “Next time we hit the fair, we’ll take our own car, and anyone who loses at the games pays for the next Waffle House trip!”

“Deal!” they all cheered, the lighthearted banter continuing late into the evening, making plans for the next fun night together.

“Cheers to fair days and waffle nights!” Droid raised his mug of iced tea, and the others followed suit, all clinking their drinks together.

“Here’s to late night shenanigans!” ____ added with a laugh, glancing over at Pezzy, who looked more relaxed now, joy blooming behind his eyes.

“Next year, we should try the Ferris wheel together. Just us,” he suggested, his voice softening as he glanced away, a hint of shyness creeping into his tone.

“You’re on!” ____ replied, heart racing with the implications of his words. The night felt electric, filled with chances and possibilities, their friendship slowly unfolding into something more beautiful.

As midnight crept closer, they finished their meals with promises of more adventures, laughter still alive in the air like the smell of waffles and syrup. The friendships lingered, intertwined with new beginnings, with warm friendship and the exhilarating thrill of something deeper brewing just beneath the surface.

So as they stepped back out into the starry Texas night, ___ felt grateful for the journey they all shared, knowing the sun might set on one adventure, but it always rose on another—with the possibility of newfound connections, tender moments, and, of course, more late-night Waffle House escapades.

[unkat]

A little more for the Chilaios ems au. (please see Psiroller's beautiful Stop Smoking, We Love You! which takes place both before and after this)

Takes place after Chilchuck's bad call and talk with Laios and chatting about their backgrounds

Rating: T-M? Contains black humor about dying, alcohol

Chilchuck glances down at his watch, hovering outside his car instead of going into the bar. While he is very aware of his single status, he's not here for himself, but to give Laios the confidence boost he needs to meet someone. This isn't a date, far from it; he is determined to get rid of his coworker by the end of the night.

Another car pulls into the parking lot, a small sedan with a full backseat, a far cry from the thirty-year-old truck he knows Laios drives, followed by a black motorcycle. He looks back down at his phone, wanting to text someone out of boredom, but the only person he wants to complain to is supposed to already be here. Chilchuck wrinkles his brow, patting at his jeans pocket for his pack of cigs and lighter, when he hears footsteps approaching.

"Sorry, hope you weren't waiting for long. I had some trouble with the starter." Laios ruffles up his hair, flattened by the helmet he had been wearing. He still has on a leather jacket and is pulling off his riding gloves and sticking them in the pockets. Chilchuck is stunned for a few moments, a shock of interest crawling from his lizard brain to his hips before he can be indignant. "Seriously?" He scoffs, digging for a smoke, "A motorcycle? When you're a paramedic?"

"I can take a calculated risk," Laios replies, flushed but comfortable, "What about you, Mister nicotine reduces my stress?"

"That's different," Chilchuck waves off the concerns, leaving the pack in his pocket to cross his arms. "You see, I'm going to die nice and slowly, just like everyone else, while you run into a stop sign and get dismembered."

Laios has to put a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from a fit of laughter, "Stop it, that's not funny."

Chilchuck leans in, and Laios stands up more straight, letting his hand fall, and trying to keep the twitching grin from overtaking his attempt at a serious facade. It doesn't stop Chil from shrugging, keeping an even more serious face with ease, "If you do it cleanly, maybe we can get a discount on the coffin, since it only needs to be half the size if we fold you in half."

Laios leans against the car, towering over Chilchuck with a sharp smile, "A cardboard box will be cheaper, and faster than hospice." He shrugs, "Toss it into the woods and say a word or two for me, and you won't have to pay for a plot in a cemetery either."

Chilchuck whistles through his teeth, "I wouldn't need hospice when your sister killed me for feeding you to the pigs."

An amused smirk creeps up Laios lips, "Could be worse."

Any further words are cut off by the raucous laughter of another small group, looking a little older than some of the other patrons. Chilchuck nudges Laios, "Want to go inside?"

"Do we have to?" Laios jokes, at least, Chilchuck assumes he's joking.

"Yes, that's where the single guys are. And the drinks." He slaps Laios on the side of his leg teasingly, "Get going, kid."

Laios swallows and walks towards the bar, running into no resistance. Inside, the music is loud, with a pool table and darts in one of the side rooms, people already playing. Chilchuck takes the lead, confidently stepping through the jumbles of people until he gets to the bar, holding up two fingers. "A Miller and, do you have any stout? One of those."

Drinks in hand, they manage to find a quieter corner of the bar, Laios relaxing when they finally have chairs to drop into. "Well, we're here."

Chilchuck passes him the darker lager, keeping the Miller for himself, "C'mon, it isn't that bad. Don't let a bad night eight years ago keep you from having a good time."

Laios rubs his fingertips against the cold glass, "You have more experience with this than me."

"Me? Oh, no, not at all," Chilchuck takes a sip from his glass, "My ex-wife and I were together years before I was able to hang out in bars, legally at least. Never picked up anyone at a bar."

Laios lifts his own, "I mean, you already proved that you can pick me up. I'm sure you wouldn't have trouble with most of the guys, or girls, here."

His ears are red as he lifts the glass to his mouth, and Chilchuck watches his Adam's Apple bob as he drinks. One of the guys from the pool table wanders over, hovering for a moment before approaching the table. "Hey, are you using that chair?"

Laios blinks, "Oh, no! You can take it."

"Thanks!" The man, pleasant looking, with a wide smile living on his face long enough to leave the start of wrinkles at the corners of his mouth, grabs the back of the chair, "Do either of you play billiards?"

Laios and Chilchuck speak at the same time with different answers, "Oh, not rea-" "From time to time-"

Both go quiet simultaneously. The man nods in acknowledgment, whether he understood their responses or not. "Well, you're welcome to join us- my friend and I are looking for another couple of players.” He addresses Laios directly, making Chilchuck frown, “I could teach you if you wanted?" and then turns to include Chilchuck, "Or, you could, if you wanted to?"

Chilchuck's stomach unclenches and he turns towards Laios. "Well? Want to play some pool?"

He's pleased to see Laios' less than delighted expression, and then is horrified by his delight. Guiltily he shoos Laios away from the table, doing his job as wingman to get his friend to talk to new people, "You could at least help him move the chair. I'll watch your drink."

"Okay." Laios looks like a deer in the headlights as he stands, the other man letting him lift the furniture over towards the other room. Chilchuck drinks half his beer as he waits, shifting in his chair to watch as Laios drops it off by their table, and lingers to talk to both the man who stopped by their table and his other friend. Chilchuck pulls out his phone, scrolling again through his contacts, debating if he wanted to check in with Senshi, deciding against it, and opening up his Candy Crush to try and beat his next level.

“Hey.”

Chilchuck looks up, seeing a very tipsy young man, younger than Laios probably, standing next to the table, “Hey. You doing alright?”

“I was just about to ask you the same thing.” He cracks intro a wide smile, leaning against the table. Okay, maybe a little past tipsy, but as long as he isn’t driving it isn’t a problem. 

Chilchuck takes another gulp of his drink, “I’m doing alright, thanks for asking. You look like you’re having a good time, huh?”

“It’s getting better by the second,” The young man winks, as if Chilchuck couldn’t recognize a blatant flirt in front of his face. 

It’s flattering to be approached so quickly when he’s alone, by someone so much younger than himself, and it’s a nice distraction from the discomfort he feels watching Laios talk to the guy across the bar. He doesn’t mind messing around, but he has no interest in taking this kid home. Chilchuck rests his elbow on the table, chin in hand, “Better because of the company, or better because of the drinks?”

“I can get the drinks whenever.” The kid looks him up and down, and Chilchuck almost wants to hide, embarrassed by his casual wardrobe compared to Laios’ motorcycle getup and this stranger’s bright, flamboyant crop top, “But I’ve never seen you around here before. Are you here with a friend?”

“Yes.” Laios stands right behind him, holding two more beers, an annoyed look on his face. He roughly steps around the drunken visitor and drops into the chair next to Chilchuck, drinks in hand.

Chilchuck accepts the drink, mood brighter, “I thought you were going to play pool.”

“I wasn’t really feeling it.” Laios replies, offering no further explanation. The guy standing at the table looks back and forth between them quietly, before flourishing a hand towards himself, “Well, I’m Cecil, if you ever want to talk, or need me to introduce you to someone, I’m around here a lottttt.” He drops back from the table, “It was good to meet you!”

Chilchuck gives him a final wave before he trots away, to flirt with some other lonely soul most likely. Laios waits for him to get out of earshot before turning to Chilchuck, “What did he want?”

“Just being friendly, and drunk.” Chilchuck shrugs as he finishes off his first glass and pulls the new one closer. Laios mirrors him, quickly downing a few gulps like it’s a hot summer day with a cold glass of water, and licking the foam off his upper lip. Chilchuck leans back in his chair, teasing grin on his face, “So, what was his name?”

“…Sean. He was really nice. Asked if he could buy me a drink.”

A wave of irritation washes over him, slow and disappearing as quickly as it began, “Yeah? That is nice. Seemed like a good guy. You let him buy you those? Did you get his number?”

Laios shakes his head fervently, “Oh, no I got these for us. He and his friend, they both gave their numbers, in case we change our mind about the pool.”

“Just the pool?”

Laios twists his glass, “Yeah. Or if we ever wanted to talk.” He takes a drink.

“Hey, that’s basically a date!” Chilchuck slaps the lapel of his jacket with the back of his hand, somehow much more relaxed with a stomach full of beer and his friend clearly not very interested in the man who, in any situation, would be a catch.

Chilchuck manages to get a flash of a smile, Laios’ lips twitching upwards but never showing teeth, disappearing when he tracks down the other guy chatting up someone else at the darts, “What about that guy? Cecil?”

Chilchuck shrugs, “Nothing like that, probably just thought he could get a drink off of the older guy sitting alone at the bar. No number or anything, just messing around.”

Laios’ shoulders relax as he starts his second drink. “Some younger guys like the…well, you’re mature and distinguished, it’s not a surprise if someone wants to talk to you.”

Chilchuck snorts, “Distinguished? The fuck does that mean?”

Struggling for words, Laios makes a pained face. “Handsome? But not in a hot way. Well, yes, hot, but not cute, or conventionally attractive.” He’s losing his grip on what he’s trying to say, and Chilchuck lifts his cup to his face, slowly sipping, watching him fumble, “But a lot of people aren’t conveniently attractive, but you are still good to talk to, and charming—so the jeans and jacket, it is a really good look..?”

Chilchuck lets the silence speak before taking pity on Laios who is starting to look like his brain is going to melt out of his ears. “The jeans and the jacket? Laios, you are wearing a leather jacket, you ride a motorcycle. Half the guys here probably want you to take them home.”

“Well you look like you have a mortgage and, ugh.” Laios bounces his leg and takes a sip, buying himself some time, “You have this look, like you’re confident and caring and reliable. And you are, all of those things.”

Chilchuck finds himself at a loss for words, mouth opening and nothing coming out. He shakes his head. Get a grip. “You know, you didn’t have to butter me up THAT much, a little ‘no, those pants make your ass look great would have worked.”

Laios laughs, hand moves to cover at least some of his flushed face, “It looks better in the yoga pants.”

“Right back at you.” Chilchuck raises his glass. ”But none of these guys have seen me in yoga pants.”

Laios drops the hand covering his face to the table leaning against it, “Oh, I’m special huh? The one guy getting you to do the dippy yoga shit?”

“And don’t you forget it,” Chilchuck says firmly, waggling a finger in his direction.

Laios smiles and takes a swig of his drink in sync with Chilchuck, the sound of clattering billiard balls bouncing around and the murmur of voices the only sound as the music changes from one song to the next, a soft piano and crooning voice taking over.

”Oh shit, I haven't heard this song in forever." Chilchuck elbows Laios and gestures to the ceiling, as if the musicians live there. "Queen, I used to know all the words."

Laios looks at him with a grin, "Yeah? I've never heard it before."

Chilchuck gives him a flat stare. "Good Old Lover Boy? It's by Queen. You know, We will Rock You?"

Laios shakes his head. Chilchuck tries again, "What about We are the Champions? I Like to Ride my Bicycle? Bohemian Rhapsody, please Laios."

Laios smiles more bashfully after each unknown tune. "I didn't think that was a real band, Queen. Sounds like a drag joke."

Chilchuck thumps his drink on the table. "Seriously?!? You're gay, it's Queen. You aren't that young. How do you know Miseducation of Lauryn Hill and not fucking Queen?" 

Laios furrows his brows, "Listen, you can question me for knowing the MTV live album, but Miseducation is iconic." 

Chilchuck scoffs and rolls his eyes, managing to jump in at the chorus, crooning along with the grainy voice of Freddie Mercury, "Ooh love, ooh lover boy…" 

Laios smiles into his drink and he takes a sip, turning to face Chilchuck in his tipsy rendition. Chilchuck accepts his focus, becoming even more animated when he has his full attention.

"What're you doing tonight, hey boy?”

He leans closer to Laios, who leans back in surprise, but follows Chilchuck as he leaves his space, drawn in. Chilchuck tilts his head from side to side with the beat.

“Set my alarm, turn on my charm

That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy”

It goes into a verse and Chilchuck bobs his head to the music. Laios leans close to be heard over the sound. "Where'd you learn this?"

Chilchuck turns to reply, "They're just a great rock band, I used to dance to it with the girls."

The pain of admitting to the past is softened by the drink and pleasure of Laios' company, and neither of them dwell on it. The distance that had been narrowed by dancing and talking continues to shrink. The last lines of the verse crackle over the speakers, "I'd like for you and I to go romancing, say the word, your wish is my command."

Chilchuck mouths the words of the chorus back in Laios' direction who sways back and forth in response to his enthusiasm, a fond smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as he is serenaded. Politely, he waits until Chilchuck has lost the lyrics before talking again, "So, what does me being gay have to do with it?"

Chilchuck throws up his free hand in exasperation. "Seriously?!? It's Freddie Mercury, he's a fucking gay icon. My dad wouldn't let me play it in the house because it would make me a fag."

Laios looks concerned. "Uh huh? Did it work?"

Chilchuck wiggles his hand non-committedly, "He was only half right, but it's just because Mercury was gorgeous in all the album art." 

Laios barks a laugh and covers it with his hand. Chilchuck's heart races as the soft bridge plays overhead, and Laios looks at him with the same eager fond intensity that he always does, like nobody else here exists. Chilchuck isn't making a very good wingman tonight. He has a sinking feeling as he realizes he doesn't WANT him to meet anyone... he doesn't want to drive home and sleep alone in his apartment after this.

He wishes there were a few more verses, so Laios would keep his eyes only on him, keep the mood for just a little longer. He's starving for it. Does Laios realize he's staring just as hungrily? Chilchuck wants him to stay here, keep things as they are, where he doesn’t have to think about his own loneliness, where his best friend won’t leave him to grow into a life he deserves. Like the life Jay found when she finally left him.

The tune is replaced by some other mid-two thousands pop tune and the bubble pops. Chilchuck grins and casually gestures over his shoulder. "I'm gonna grab a smoke, maybe something to eat. You want anything?"

[lolzydesu]

The first time I ran out of radishes? yeah, i remember. it was like living in a nightmare. you want to know about my first time not having one of a radish nearby? It was a painful experiece. A radish is a type of nut, it meat, It is a type of nut. I'll always remember the first time I had zero left. It was the worst day of my life. I went into my garage to yell at my garage to yell at my radishes, because they hadn't come to life and eaten me yet. But when I saw, I didn have any radishes left, That was when I knew the world was full of chaos and bullshit. I was tucking my son into bed the other night when he said to me: "Mommy, let's see those magnificent radishes we've got" so I carried him into the garage to look at the radishes. But then I saw that time had stolen my radishes away! When i told my son that the radishes were gone, he immediately died. I asked the doctors to X-ray my head to see if my radishes were hiding inside, But when they took the X-ray, all they found inside my skull was a small glass of water. The first time you see your garage has no radishes in it, that's when you know that the devil is the king of your city and lives to make life nasty for humanity. I had to change the neon sign outside my house from saying "I always had radishes" to "I Never had radishes." but then I had to throw the sign in the garbage because it was inaccurate. I have had radishes in the past, I just didnt have any at the moment. I called up my boss and said "A radish is a type of red ball, and I dont have them anymore" and my Boss said "YOU ARE FIRED FROM MY LIFE. DO NOT COME TO WORK ANYMORE AND DO NOT WALK AROUND NEAR MY HOUSE" I called up my boss and said "Heres a riddle for you, Whats the difference between a radish and an angel that kisses my wife?" my boss said "What" and i siad "i dont have any radishes in my garage" and my boss said "Never be a part of my office anymore ever again." A living skeleton drove by my house in a mid sized sedan and begged me to dangle a radish in front of his face. I told him "Sorry bonebag, but i dont have any radishes left" And as punishment, the livign skeleton moved my eyes closer together so that my family wouldnt recognize me. A radish is a blood red eye ball of God. and I do not put it in my salad. It grows in the ground. Its gets made by oysters in the ocean. The night that i learned i had no radishes, Jesus Christ (the son of God) crawled out of my airducts, to show off his new Nike Sneakers. And I was just SO miserable that all I could do was stuff him back into my airducts. When Christ (son of god) came out of my airducts, I I wanted to tell him how cool his shoes were, but I was so sad about having zero radishes that I could only kiss his shoes a couple of times before I stuffed him back into my airducts. A radish is a jewel that tastes like a salad. A radish is a tomato. And when you have none left, you feel horrible. You feel like the devil lives in your laundry room. When you have zero radishes it feels like a spiderweb is your boyfriend (Huh?) Its the worst fucking feeling IN THE WORLD. Its been many years, and new Radishes have crawled into my garage, but the Hurt that comes from having zero that first time stays with you forever. I don't know what the future will bring but no matter what Happens, a radish is a type of scarlet meatball that lives in mud. It tastes like salad, tastes like meatballs, tastes like mud, its the world's only vegetable. And at the end of the day, isn't that all that matters?

[manualwheel]

Kia Stinger 2023

[renewedmotionforjudgment]

Youku Trailer Review, Lightening Round

Because I did the same for Iqiyi. But it should be shorter because Youku isn't release that much new stuff. But overall, a line up that I am thoroughly looking forward to.

The Double - Wu Jinyan returning to the role she does best -- looking murderous and ready to slap everyone who wronged her. I'm gonna enjoy Wang Xinyue's character this time (full offense, Zhang Zhe). This looks great!

Kill Me Love Me - i have no idea what this drama is actually about other than Liu Xueyi saying that this is most unhinged MC he has ever played, and there's that image of him in a fur cloak on a sedan looking unhinged. Also Wu Jinyan looking ready to slap someone, part 2. COUNT ME IN!

The Princess Royal - I have probably 5 other posts dedicated to how much I am looking forward to this, so I'm not going to say more. Okay one thing -- the size difference makes me feel things NGL.

Legend of Jewelry - I will admit that Zhao Lusi dramas are hit and miss, but this looks really good! And Liu Yuning's character looks like he might ... survive? this time around? so yay!

The Eternal Fragrance - It might be the only clunker here. Listen, I'm a bit of a Song Wei Long apologist (is he a great actor? no, but he's enjoyable in the right project), and I can watch Ju Jingyi in the right drama. That said, if there are 2 actors that probably brings out the worst in each other's acting, it's these 2. I'll probably still check it out, but I do not have expectations.

[theradicalscrivener]

D ☆ Rising

Taking a jump back to a time before Mateo was a racer. An avid racing fan (and an even more avid fan of huge things) Mateo dreamt of being a racer on the orbital circuit. His hard work is about to pay off in big ways.

[First Chapter] || [Previous Chapter]

                It took every ounce of Mateo’s self-control to sit still. This was it! It was finally happening! He had dreamed of this day for… well… as long as there had been orbital races. As a kid, he had a bed in the shape of a racecar. He dreamed of being a racer, but back then, races tended to be held on a closed roadway out in the countryside, and the pilots – drivers they were called back then – drove around in gas-guzzling four-wheeled deathtraps. By the time he got into high school, nanites were just becoming common, and by the time he graduated, orbital races were in full swing. His college dorm was adorned with images of the colossal cocks of the new breed of racers. The collage of cocks on his wall made it hard for his roommates to tell if he was an avid racer or just really fucking gay, but the truth was… both!

                Mateo had suffered through four years of college more for his parents’ sake than his own. He had no need for a degree. All he needed to do was qualify for the races! His daily routine had him spending more time at the gym than the library. He skated by with the bare minimum of effort in his schoolwork. Most of his mental capacity was directed towards studying all the facts and figures of the races that he could! After all, Cs get degrees, and he was far more interested in Ds.

                “Ok. We will begin the process shortly. If you have any questions or concerns, now is the time. Once we start, there will be no going back,” The man said. He was clad in surgical scrubs and a facemask that obscured most of his features. He didn’t even have a nametag on. It was only from the tone of his voice that Mateo could recognize him as the head of R&D for the orbital races. The nanites had been this guy’s brainchild, but whether or not he had intended for them to create an entire sport around supersized schlongs was still anyone’s guess. That was a question for his biographer. All Mateo cared about was getting outfitted with his own “hotrod”.

                “I’ve never been more ready!” Mateo said excitedly, and it was true. He felt like if he had to delay even another minute he’d explode!

                The researcher shrugged and turned back to face the control console once more. He quickly looked over the readouts, made a few comments to his assistants, and pulled the lever.

                Mateo could feel it instantly. There was a warmth coursing through his body. It was like that soothing warmth that hot cocoa made when going down your throat but instead it coursed through his very veins. Soon, the warmth mellowed out and was replaced with a new sensation – a gentle tingle in his cock and balls. This was it!

                Mateo stared down at his package in rapt fascination. He didn’t want to miss a moment of this. This was it! His ascension to orbital racer!

                As the nanites began their work, Mateo’s cock steadily swelled and grew. His once average member quickly doubled in size. Soon his softy dangled halfway down his thigh, and his hefty nuts hung even lower, but it didn’t stop there. His cock and balls continued to grow and grow and grow.

                Mateo ran the numbers in his head as he watched on with manic glee. He had no idea how big he would get, and he didn’t really care. He just wanted to compete! Some of the racers ended up with cocks the size of a motorcycle or a small sedan. Those racers had to be quick and agile to compete in the big leagues, but if that was as large as he got, then Mateo would just have to make it work.

                Mateo had actually met one of these racers back in the early days of the sport. The guy was considered “small” by racer standards, but his dick was so huge that he had to be wheeled to the meet and greet on the flatbed of semi. The dude was completely immobilized atop his truck-sized schlong, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he was excited to regale the fans about the thrill of zooming through space mixed with the rush of blasting gallons upon gallons upon hundreds of gallons of hot jizz through the stratosphere while he was soaring through the races.

Mateo had been on the fence when he heard about the procedure to grow cocks to the size that they could serve as an engine for space travel, but upon meeting these racers (and seeing their phenomenal cocks) in person, he was hooked. The image of a cock that was bigger than he was was mesmerizing! He went to bed that night and images of sedan sized schlongs filled his brain! The morning after, he had had to discreetly wash his own bedding, but it had all been worth it.

                As Mateo lay strapped to the table, he continued to stare on as his cock eclipsed the size of a car. If nothing else, he was big enough to compete! Still… a bit more wouldn’t hurt. After all, his cock already looked so hot…

                Mateo’s cock continued to swell. He was quickly moving up to the next weight bracket! These racers had most of the mobility of the little guys but still had enough heft to them to make them a threat in direct collisions. He had once seen a pilot with a cock the size of a freight train completely launch one of the smaller racers spiraling off course. With his trajectory destabilized, the massive, mobile cock was sent spiraling off into the stars. The spray of jizz firing from his enormous cock forming a milky white helix against the black backdrop of space. Mateo remembered watching that the first time it had happened. The audience gasped in shock. Was this allowed? Was the other racer OK? But while the spectators gasped and gawked, Mateo had been fully boned. Imagine having a dick so huge that it could swat a shuttle from the sky like a gnat! Mateo didn’t necessarily relish the idea of being such an aggressive pilot, but at the same time, it must feel so good to be so huge!

                But even as he fantasized about his racing career in the next weight class, he was rapidly outgrowing it. His cock and balls now filled the hangar that served as his hospital room. His cock had to be larger than a freight train! It was now reaching a size closer to that of a commercial airliner! Cocks this size were rare indeed!

                Mateo could hardly believe it. How lucky could he be! Sizes like this were almost unheard of! Maybe a one in a thousand chance! He couldn’t wait to get out there. Those mid-tier brawlers that he was just fantasizing about now paled in comparison to his own cock. They would be like gnats bouncing off of his cock!

                There was some chatter from the researchers, but Mateo couldn’t make out any of it. He was so lost in the excitement of his future and the orgasmic bliss of the growth that he was barely even aware that the large, circular observation platform that the researchers were working on had detached from the lab and was now hovering above him like an olde-timey sci-fi flying saucer!

                The walls of the hangar folded open and dropped down into compartments in the ground. While it was rare for anyone to reach this size, it was not impossible. It had happened before, and since then, the league had taken steps to save the structure in case a test subject outgrew the walls. The brilliant sunlight was so jarring after being under intense observation in a dimly lit lab, that Mateo had to wince and cover his eyes until his eyes had time to adjust, but when his eyes did finally adjust, he glanced around and noticed that he was seated atop a cock that loomed over the campus like a mountain!

                How huge was he!? He looked around and tried to get a good idea of his size, but he was suspended so high up and was surrounded on all sides by balls and cock. He just couldn’t see his surroundings, but he was easily in the largest weight class. He had outgrown the entire hangar! His cock was now larger than a jumbo jet! In fact, he may now be the largest racer in the league!

                I mix of pride and excitement welled up inside him. Had he ever seen a cock so huge? Maybe once, but never up close. He had seen as many races as he could get to, and he had seen the largest cocks the league had to offer. He had seen dicks the size of massive ocean liners, but his might even be larger!

                What did that mean for his career as a racer? Was there such a thing as too big? The larger a racer got, the more thrust they generated, but the harder it became to turn. At some point, he’d turn into nothing more than an interplanetary battering ram! He’d be invincible on the straightaways, but he’d never manage the sharp turns of the track!

                He worried that his racing career may be over before it started, but even as the worry welled up inside of him, his excitement continued to grow. He was so huge! He was so hot! He wanted more! He wanted to be bigger! Bigger and bigger! There was no limit to his desire! If he couldn’t be a racer, maybe he could be the track itself! Let his own gravity guide the smaller racers to victory! Mateo chuckled softly in spite of himself as an image of massive, cruiser-sized cocks flitting around his dick like gnats filled his mind. How huge would he be at that point, and would it be huge enough?

                As Mateo’s mind raced, his cock continued to swell. Suddenly, red flashing warning lights shone forth from the hovering platform that the researchers occupied. Something was strange. Mateo could feel pressure on all sides. His cock was being shoved inwards somehow.

                Mateo glanced out around him, and even through the haze of arousal and the flashing red lights, he could make out the shimmering hexagonal panels of the hastily erected forcefield.

                He had outgrown the entire campus! His cock now eclipsed a city block! He had seen dicks the size of an ocean liner, but his cock had to be even larger than that! How huge was he? A thousand feet? Two thousand? It was tough to tell since his cock was still swelling, but he was pinned into the perimeter like a sardine in a can!

                The hovering platform touched down atop Mateo’s massive nuts. One of the researchers, the same one from before, quickly hurried over to him and quickly muttered something. It sounded urgent, but Mateo was too far gone to listen. He was so huge. It felt so good. He wanted more…

                The researcher muttered something to himself and pulled out a small injector. He held the gun-like object to Mateo’s neck and quickly pumped the contents into Mateo’s bloodstream. If the first injection had been pleasantly warm, this one was painfully electric. His entire body seized. His veins sizzled with electricity. The nanites in his body shuddered and sparked. For a second, Mateo worried that this may be it for him, but at least he had died trying to fulfill his dream.  However, no sooner had the pain started than it quickly subsided. His muscles ached from exertion and his lungs burned for air, but he felt no worse than he would after an intense session at the gym. The worst sensation was this feeling of emptiness that overtook him.

                He had stopped growing. Sure, he was quite possibly the largest pilot in the league now, but he had wanted more. The orgasmic high of his growth still haunted the back of his mind, but… it was alright, wasn’t it? He could still race at this size. He didn’t really want to get bigger, did he? That would be silly, right? What would he even do if he got too large to move even amidst the near zero gravity of space?

                These are the arguments that he repeated to himself during the weeks of his recovery. It took the league almost a month to get the equipment ready to launch him into space, and during that time, Mateo became a bit of a landmark around town. His mountainous cock and balls were visible for miles around. Getting him orbital was such a monumental undertaking that the league had had to partner with the government and the space program to get the equipment to send him skyward.

                While he waited for his ride to space to be completed, Mateo did the meet and greet with the press and fans. His cock and balls were so massive that he couldn’t even be loaded onto a freight train to do visit other cities. He couldn’t go on the road like some of the smaller competitors, but plenty of fans were more than happy to come to him. As he shook hands and signed autographs as the most talked about new rookie, his excitement to be a racer grew within him once more. As the day of his first race came closer and closer, the joy of finally achieving his childhood dream almost drowned out that dark desire to grow even larger… almost.

                In the quiet moments when the press had died down and even the most ardent fans or curious spectators had gone home, Mateo would lay back atop his own mountain-sized sack and stare up at the stars above. Soon, he would take his place up among the stars as another orbital racer… or another heavenly body.

[First Chapter] || [Previous Chapter]

[automotivealchemy]

Cadillac CT8 Full Size Sedan Concept

What if...Cadillac made a full size sedan with a sporty yet comfortable attitude? The CT8 would be the largest of the CT line of cars and be the only one in the line up to offer a standard V8 engine with hybrid platform as an option. With a 10 speed automatic transmission with all wheel drive, it would deliver power from the V8 or V8 hybrid in an agile way. With the higher trims even offering all wheel steering, and all the amenities, it would surely be comparable to the Celestiq but at a more affordable price point.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1973 Chrysler New Yorker Brougham

The 1973 Chrysler New Yorker Brougham was a luxury flagship of the Chrysler lineup, known for its imposing size, plush interior, and smooth ride. This full-size sedan featured bold, formal styling with a long hood and a broad front grille. Under the hood, it typically came with a 440 cubic-inch V8 engine, providing ample power despite the car's large size and weight.

The Brougham trim level emphasized luxury, offering premium features such as plush upholstery, woodgrain accents, and advanced options like automatic climate control. The 1973 New Yorker Brougham embodied classic American luxury, combining comfort, style, and power in a grand package.

[moodymisty]

I've played the games but I've never realized that War is so big. Like he is THICK. Not thick, like curvy, but thick like body mass. He is easily bigger than all of his siblings. There isn't a word in the English language describing how big this man's back is.

He's easily close to 8 foot, and built like a brick shithouse. Like the man casually picks up full size sedans XD