#sidemirrors

[hawkesoutdoor]

#DIY your own #Jeep side #mirrors or let us help at Hawkes Outdoors in #SanAntonio #Texas 210-251-2882. Thanks for sharing lone.rubicon

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[zastava101club]

#zastava101 #year2008 #sidemirrors #kragujevac #srbija First photos of Skala 2008 model: new side mirrors, taken from FIAT Seicento. Photo by Miroslav Pačić - Zastava Nacionale (January 2008) (at Zastava automobili) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClvQU5jIlO-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[houseworx]

old/new… threw on some spoon style side mirrors. #honda #crx #si #hondacrx #crxsi #sidemirrors https://www.instagram.com/p/ClcdLruMuUP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[unonoff]

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[richard8786]

Dika na lilingon pa sa likod | MTB Bike Side Mirror | Ganda ng view sa P...

[fishfearer]

let me tell you if i was in drone school i would fail captcha class with a Z- 😭😭 i cant even blame robots at all for not being able to find the motorcycle in the image like wdym you want both wheels and the sidemirror too that shits HARD

[topmiata]

🪩 Jass Performance Classic Style Side Mirrors for NA & NB/NBFL #TopMiata #JDM #Mazda #Miata #MX5 #roadster #namiata #nbmiata #miataparts #topmiataparts #sidemirror

[rubensmuse]

if you scratch a bus behind its sidemirrors it will wag its tail like crazy

[nikkisneezes]

*stares dreamily with a smile on my face into space*

"what are you thinking about? a boy?"

"na, about ramming my head into the sidemirrors of a bus, whenever it drives toward me in a busstop. i feel like my head would make a funny *whomp*"

[eatsbop]

The rational adults always remind me that the reason truck drivers passing by always blowing their irritating loudass horns because they're trying to ward the elements of our remote area and are simply scared. Okay but I'm so close to giving them something to be scared about the fuck you mean remote there are houses and stores and uncles and aunties everywhere do they look like elves to you also if I were the local the cryptid I'm more likely to smash your sidemirrors for all these fucking noise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[monacodarling]

what if f1 had a Manila circuit aksjsksksksks my money for max driving a jeepney on the limit

THERE'S A FUNNY GIF SOMEWHERE BUT READ THIS ARTICLE INSTEAD: https://bleacherreport.com/articles/118978-formula-one-racers-against-mad-filipino-jeepney-drivers-just-my-thoughts

F1 WOULD BE NOTHING OUR JEEPNEY DRIVERS DRIVE AT 100 KPH WITH NO HELMETS ON AND NO SIDEMIRRORS LOL

MAX WOULD HAVE A HARD TIME DRIFTING THOSE LONG ASS VEHICLES (most are 10-12 seater per side, in total 1 can carry 20-25 people per full journey)

[secondbookofthesoftera]

It Tastes Good

Content tags: nsfw, fluff, oral sex, sweetness and stupidity, praise {be kind and heed the tags}

Wordcount: 1.2k

Written with love for █████ x

In the sidemirror I watch a churn of brick red-dust kick up behind the car; a shiny green pebble skating across desert. The road spools out underneath the wheels, and not the other way around, here you can go anywhere. When I roll down the window and put out my hand the air cuts warm and smooth around it like a surfboard cutting through a wave.

You brought me here because I said it looked so sunny. At three pm it still seems like noon this time of the year – or maybe it’s not the season, just the place, or the idea of the place. For us the sun stays still.

I look over at you and smile. Your hands rest with ease on the old-fashioned steering wheel. You look more at ease than I have seen you look in a long while, there’s nothing much for your hands to do. It takes you a second to notice me looking. You smile.

Put the window up sweetheart.

I do it without hesitation. Your left hand rests on my knee, tucking up slightly under the light blue hem of my sundress. I think less, I know almost nothing but the light grip of your touch. I like being this way. Your grip tightens just a little. I can feel the strength in your hands, see the way the muscle in your forearm flexes.

I have even less thoughts. A paper bag is kicked up in the breeze on the side of the highway. We are the same.

Are you hungry?

Yes. I can only manage the word, enthusiastic, singular and stupid. That makes you laugh, not unkindly. Your smile is another sun on me.

Let’s get you something to eat.

*

You open the car door for me, the parking lot is huge. The diner is a cool teal dot on the red landscape. I run ahead of you across the tarmac. My trainers are springy and I feel easy, like I weigh nothing.

When I push open the shiny glass door and skip inside, I don’t think about it like I would have before – I don’t think about people and protocol and what a person is or isn’t supposed to do in a restaurant. That’s all gone from me. The bar is the same colour as the exterior, curved and shiny. To my left a row of low booths sit flush to the big plate glass window.

There are two other people in here, one at the bar and another down the far end. The sound of something quiet and melodious hovers around in the airy interior. It seemed smaller from the outside: Inside, the soft sun slices through the plate glass, falling across the pale formica tables, rendering them expansive. It smells like coffee.

No one looks at me as I jump into a booth. The warm faux leather creaks. No one finds my exuberance strange or noteworthy. I watch you cross the parking lot and open the door, looking at me with that smile.

You sit opposite me. I’m fascinated by how the table feels under my palms. Every nerve is interested. Your fingers brush over mine and I turn my own to catch them, leaning down to rub my face on your hand. That makes you laugh. The fingers of your free hand run through my hair while you read.

How hungry are you?

Very.

You know I always say that. You go up to the bar to order without asking me. I don’t need to worry about it. You know best. All I know is touch, smell. The absolute benevolence of sensation. The lady behind the counter with the pretty apron and red lipstick is writing down what you say on a little spiral bound notepad.

The straps of my dress rub tightly but gently over my shoulder blades, the booth is warm against my back. My mouth feels wet. I giggle.

What are you laughing at stupid?

The statement is soft. I look across the booth at you, still smirking.

I feel nice. I’m hungry.

Food is coming.

I drum my fingers on the tabletop, eyeline drifting out over the vacant parking lot.

Can we go back to the car?

I ask it furtively.

…Why?

I’m hungry.

…We can’t do that in the car.

Why not?

Do you remember we talked about this?

No.

For some reason that makes you snort a laugh particularly. You pour coke into a glass from a bottle I don’t remember you bringing to the table. I see you looking at my mouth, it’s slick from where I’ve been chewing my lip. You take a sip from the glass, set it down, cast your gaze around the diner.

You step out of the booth, holding your hand out to me. I fold mine into it. No one looks up when the men’s room door swings shut behind us.

*

The floor is a chessboard of blue-green tiles, and it’s cool under my knees. In the stall you cradle the back of my head easily in your hands. My mouth is a slick, wet, easy hole. I don’t need my hands; they lay folded loose and naïve as a pair of lovebirds in my lap.

Good girl, is that nice?

I nod with my eyes half shut. I don’t know anything but the warmth and fullness of you. Spit begins to string from my bottom lip onto my sternum.

Are you hungry?

You know the answer, you don’t need to wait for it. But I still nod as you grip my jaw with one hand, the other wrapping the back of my head.

Good girl…Good girl…

The world goes bleary as you pump in and out of my mouth, dipping into my throat. Your cock sliding over my bottom lip makes something deep and honeyed creep all the way down my throat to the soles of my feet.

Water streams from my eyes and my gag reflex jumps but my hands never move; all I want is more, more, more. You. I start to moan loudly.

Shh. Shh. Here you go, good girl.

When you flood my mouth I gulp unthinkingly. Warm, syrupy. You hold me there to keep me from flopping onto the floor. In this moment my body has never known tension. All I do is swallow, and swallow, and swallow.

*

I push open the bathroom door and half run the little corridor back to our booth. The food arrived while we were gone.

There’s a bowl of golden french fries and a sundae on my side of the table. I pick up my fork and spear a mouthful, ravenous. My mouth fills with the crunching, humming taste of salt and oil.

I don’t notice you smirking at the stain on the neckline of my dress. You don’t mention it, taking out the toothpick which holds your burger together.

The record changes on the jukebox at the far end of the diner with a plastic click. The sun has still not moved in the sky.

After a minute I stop with my fork downward and look at you across the table. The bubbles still glimmer in the half bottle of coke by your elbow.

My eyes are dilated pools that want everything, because everything is good, and tastes good, and feels like love. Especially you.

[heyyitslindsay]

Sunday!

Had my 2nd driving lesson today. :)

We drove sa barangay road, sa highway and sa bayan din.

Andaming nangyare hehe.

Ang challenge kapag sa brgy. Road yung mga pedestrians, dogs, mag nagbabike, nakapark sa kanto. Kaya dapat careful and laging sinasabi ni Sir Loui in his malumanay voice, biting point lang. Haha

Tapos sa highway, yung mga nagoovertake. Mga motor. Dapat mabilis and tingin sa sidemirrors, and harap and iwasan tumingin sa clutch.

Dapat kabisado ko na yan. Nagmanual pa kasi ako haha.

Dibale, okay na rin nasimulan na mahirap.

Then yung inclined din pala.

Dapat slutch biting point, brake, then clutch biting point and gas.. tapos pag pastop stop, kailangan nakaalalay and clutch break, and gas.

Then. Ayun nagbayan din. Ang challenge kanina yung mga jeep na namamasada, mabagal or hihinto bigla, may patay pa,

And yung pinakagrabe, namatayan ako in the midst of intersection while may ambulance sa likod HUHU

Dapat di na mangyare pa ulit yun.

Grabe pala talaga magdrive.

Andaming uncontrollable factors.

And unpredictable lahat ng mangyayare everyday, every minute.

I really need to be a careful driver. And syempre, praying na ingatan ako lagi ng Panginoon.

10am natapos yung driving session ans dnrop ko yung sarili ko kanina Wahahhaa!

Angaga ko, 10am. 11am pa yung service.

Pero sakto na rin, kasi angkonti lang pala ng volunteer sa kids Church kanina. So ako narin sa registration.

And. Ayun. Ka-miss din sa kids hehe.

Lately iniisip kong magmusic team. Kasi parang angencouraging ng mga tao sa musical side ko. Nasama rin ako sa mga inask ng HR na magprep ng cover for valentine's.

And sinasabi nga nila na magtiktok/YT na raw ako post ko raw mga covers ko haha

Ayun. Pero...

Sa kids parin ako nagsign up WHHAHAAHA

Baka di pa ko ready.

Dipa siguro ready heart ko magmusic team.

Anyway praying parin for that and iSharpen ko nalang din ang saw dapat.

Tapos nagVG din kami.

Super natuwa ako sa prayer ni Nica for me about sa husband.

Sabi nya "Lord we know na meron kang guy na nilaan for her na nagppray din para sakanya"

Oo nga no?

Hehe. Di lang naman pala ako yung nagppray. Sya rin :) kung sino man sya :)

Timing lang din talaga ni Lord. :)

Ayun. For now, sana umokay na pakiramdam ko. Feeling ko may lagnat ako sa loob e. And masakit din throat ko. Pero sana umokay na ko since Monday na tom.

Thank you, Lord sa weekend na to. :)

Salamat sa driving lessons. Hihi salamat sa magandang tanawin

And Lord, help me to always remember na ikaw ang destination.

Help me to not get attached sa mga bagay na pnpresent ng mundong ito.

Lord, manguna ka sa heart ko and in everything that I do.

Maraming salamat. Please, do heal us.

In Jesus' name, amen. 🤍

[daringdoombringer]

ANOTHER TIDBIT OF CYBERTRONIAN BEHAVIOR I FEEL ISNT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH: ALT MODES.

A particularly anxious Transformer switching modes when overwhelmed, friend gives them reassuring pats on their roof

Flashing headlights to communicate in morse code

Moving sidemirrors/wings as a friendly greeting!

Thought of a funny thing where two tank ‘Formers jokingly sword fight with their barrels

Seekers getting chin scratches from their partners!

those are the ones I can currently think of! there could be many more, especially for more unorthodox/unique alt modes! feel free to add on!

proposal: Cybertronians doing gentle forehead bonks as a way of showing affection or trust. like cats.

[mihunni]

Insta - @ mihunni