#slaps fenders ship

[mlp410nightcore]

Storyline:Leave Her Alone (Part 2 of 5)

After an hour of running, Jordan and Eloise found the source of the loud cries. It came from Darling, who was crying and trying to pick up her necklace with her magic. She looked very beat up with a couple of scars littered on her body. Right next to her was her current boyfriend, Beau. Jordan and Eloise could only come to one conclusion, Beau was the one that hurt Darling.

Beau:"Scoffs" That's what you get for talking back!! Now maybe you'll learn your place.

Beau then added insult to injury by throwing Darling's necklace in the trash, which made Darling cry even more.

Darling:"Cries" No!! That was a gift from my mother. YOUR A MONSTER!!!!

Beau then slapped Darling across her face and growls a bit. Jordan didn't know what came over him, but he couldn't just stand there and watch a poor girl getting abused.

Jordan:"Yelling" HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LEAVE HER ALONE NOW!!

Beau turned and looked at Jordan with an enraged look on his face. But Jordan didn't care about how pissed Beau looked. He and his friends had heard rumors about Beau being an abusive jerk all over Equestria, but they didn't know whether to believe them or not. But now, this was evidence that those rumors were true without a shadow of doubt.

Beau:"Very pissed" Oh great, now a commoner is trying to come to your rescue. How cute. "Laughs".

Jordan:You may be rich, but that doesn't excuse your actions!! You can't just beat up your girlfriend!!!

Eloise:Yeah!! You tell him Jordan!!!

Beau glared at Eloise, which made her jump a little and caused her to scoot behind Jordan a little.

Beau:Why don't you just mind your own business?! This doesn't concern a low life like you!!

Jordan:Low life?! Just because you have "power" doesn't mean you can call others "low lives"!!

Jordan and Beau then got up in each other's faces and started arguing like crazy. Jordan couldn't let Beau get away with this, no matter what.

*TO BE CONTINUED*

Characters Used: Jordan-Son of Rodney Copperbottom and Cappy from Robots, Eloise-Daughter of Fender and Loretta from Robots, Darling-Daughter of Flim from MLP:FIM and Vellatrix from Crush Crush and Beau-Son of Rachet from Robots and Jadeite from Sailor Moon.

*Credit goes to the respectful creators of the different forms of media that the parents of my next gens are from and to x-Starshade-x for the bases I used. I only take credit for my next gens, art, ships, stories and the Blossom Love AU.*

I hope you guys like this!! Have a beautiful day and always believe in yourselves!!!

[ammoniteflesh]

Ok more ships how about: Sigrun/Velanna, Nanders, Meresino

Them!!!!!! THEM!!!!!!!!!!! I actually see Sigrun/Velanna being a bit clumsy at times but overall very healthy. It's the very fucked up circumstances in which they meet that adds that bit of flavour. Both of them having completely left their previous lives and cultures, working for an order that is functionally a death sentence. I just. Argh. And one of them is grouchy and one of them is perky!! And the perky one is a goth and the grouchy one is nature-themed!!! WHAT MORE COULD ANYONE WANT.

Nanders is. It's alright? I could be sold on it? I could 100% believe that they fucked at some point, and one or both of them was kinda sad about it afterwards. Just not much to say about it tbh - much like with Fenders, I just feel like they both have more interesting dynamics with other people.

Meresino slaps, conceptually. Potential to be completely unhealthy and unhinged. But honestly it doesn't interest me a huge amount purely because it's no added value for either character, y'know? I think Meredith's villain arc is pretty perfect as-is, I don't feel the need to add to it. Orsino is a character I would love to dig into and learn more about but I'm not sure a secret fling with Meredith is what I'm looking for, there.

(Also, very unfortunately, whenever I think of this pairing I just remember that one time Gaider got cyberbullied off Tumblr for reblogging Meresino fanart. That sure was a thing that happened.)

[barbex]

13. Yours

For @18daysoffenders, another late entry. This is a continuation of the other prompt. (see @fustianriddles? only a little more hurty)

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The lantern isn't lit and the door to the clinic is locked. Fenris knocks, once, twice, until he finally hears footsteps coming closer.

"Who is it? Do you have an emergency?"

"It's me, Fenris, and no."

The door opens for a small gap, Anders' face half hidden as he peers out. "It's really you." He stares for a moment, then opens the door wide to let Fenris step in.

Anders leads him into the small nook separated from the clinic with a curtain. It's surprisingly warm in here, a fireball smoldering in a bowl on the floor giving off heat. The warmth explains why Anders doesn't wear his feathery coat but just a linen shirt that barely covers his naked knees.

"Do you want tea?"

"Yes," Fenris says, lacking any other words he could say. He keeps staring at Anders' naked legs.

Anders follows his gaze and blushes. "Sorry, I didn't expect visitors."

Fenris internal catalogue of things one does as a guest is extremely limited. In Hawke's house, he'd have tea or wine in his hand and Hawke or Varric or Merrill would tell a tale or a story and maybe he'd even have something to add. But here? How can he tell Anders that the feather reminded him of his fragile strength, his stubborn kindness?

"So," Anders says, "I guess you want to talk. Just so you know, that doesn't make it easier. It's just drawing out the inevitable."

He doesn't want to talk at all. He doesn't know how. All he knows is that Anders smells of elfroot, that his lips are soft and the frown on his forehead too harsh. His eyes slide down and his hands find the sharp angles of Anders' hips. He grabs and pulls him closer.

Anders follows easily, his eyes half lidded as he lays his head to the side to let Fenris kiss his neck. The simple gesture emboldens Fenris, this he knows how to do. He shoves Anders against the desk, turns him around and slides his hands under his shirt, up his back, pressing his hips against his ass.

Fenris goes still. This is not what he envisioned. Anders' back is rigid, his fingers are clenching, his fingernails dig into the table. Fenris takes a step back.

Anders turns his head and looks over his shoulder at Fenris, a bitter fire in his eyes. "What? Keep going. You're not the first one who wants to take a mage like this."

"Like what?" Fenris presses out between clenched teeth.

"Like punishment." Anders still glares at him. "Not even the first one wearing armor while — "

A scream he has no voice for wants to break free from his chest but nothing comes. He stumbles backwards, the curtain ripping as he falls, the earthen floor hard under his back. Armor bites into his skin, armor he's still wearing, just like the men who abused Anders, why is he still wearing the armor? He pulls at buckles and straps, his fingers trembling and he has not breath, there is no air, no air...

"Fenris, breathe, it's alright, I'm here, I'm sorry, just breathe for me."

Amber eyes stare at him, wide and fearful. Fenris tries to stand up, but Anders pulls him back, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm sorry, so sorry, I'm such an ass sometimes. I shouldn't have said that, I know you're not like that, I'm sorry."

Anders holds him, back pressed to his chest. Air finally fills Fenris' lungs again, smelling of Darktown and elfroot. He breathes in deeply and tension seeps out of his bones. "Alright. I'm alright."

"Thank the fucking Maker," Anders says. "I'm so sorry, I... you make me so angry sometimes and then I'm lashing out like a stupid teenager. I keep forgetting..."

Anders' arms are warm around him and not even the coldness of the floor they're sitting on bothers him. "What do you forget?"

Anders sighs and presses his lips against Fenris' temple. "I keep forgetting that you're old and young at the same time. You have no reference. You don't know what it means to have a healthy relationship, to love. All you know is violence."

Fenris leans his head against Anders' shoulder. It's easier to speak like this, without looking at him. "He took and took and I had to be grateful for it."

"And that's not a real relationship, that's not love." Anders pulls him tighter. "It's supposed to be a balance, giving and taking. In pleasure as in suffering. It's when you're finding joy in the happiness of the other, when you want to be with the other because you both want to make each other better."

"It's not just sex."

"No." Anders kisses his temple again. "Remember how Hawke and Merrill sometimes look at each other? As if the rest of the world just disappeared? How they both blush when they hold hands under the table? Those little gestures, small moments. I think those are more important than sex. And I do think that sex is pretty great."

"But it isn't what makes a relationship." Something loosens in Fenris' chest as he breathes out.

Anders' breath brushes over Fenris' ear. "It's when you want to say 'I am yours' and you know you can because you're not giving yourself up, you're not signing yourself over to be owned. You say it because you feel safe."

Fenris breathes out, long and slow. He turns in Anders' arms so that he can look at him. "I can learn this."

"You'll feel it. One day you'll be sure." Anders wipes his eyes and looks away. "It will take time."

"Can you give me that time?"

A strange sound like a sob falls out of Anders' mouth. "Don't. I'm a mage, you don't want me."

"I can't help what I feel."

"No, no." Anders lets his arms drop and tries to scoot away from Fenris. "I'm not the one you want."

Fenris grabs Anders' shoulder, pulling him back. "I will decide that for myself."

[syrupwit]

hello and happy dadwc!! I see you're interested in receiving fenders prompts, so how about 'Hate Sex Does Not Turn Tender But Someday It Obviously Might' 👀

Hey, thank you, Rosella! I... agh. Sigh. Ship.

Under the cut, please find exactly 200 words of Anders/Fenris for @dadrunkwriting. CW: explicit sexual content.

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“If I’m no better than a dog,” Fenris had snarled, backing Anders against the wall with fury in his eyes, “then perhaps you should—”

Now Fenris said nothing, but rather panted with effort, teetering on his hands and knees. Sweat eased the friction where their bodies slapped together. Tension coiled in Anders’ every muscle. 

Fenris felt so good inside, so hot. His lyrium song made Anders’ head spin. He crushed forward, burying his teeth in Fenris’s shoulder to keep from babbling praise that would only be mocked to him later. Fenris arched and made hurt, helpless noises that he longed to smother with his mouth.

“You were right,” said Anders, when he had self-control again. “This was exactly what I needed to do to you. What you deserve.” Fenris growled and shoved back against him, interrupting the rhythm of their coupling. Anders pulled back, grabbed his hips, and fucked him as brutally as he could. 

He wanted Fenris to come. He wanted to push softer noises from his pretty, scarred throat. But Fenris never came, with him, and the sounds he was making now were the sweetest Anders could get. He didn’t know why that hurt him to think about.

[estellaelysian]

Light Under Water (OPH AU)

Prologue - The Athens of America 

She would never know how her life spun so out of control that night. It wasn’t anything she had said or done. It wasn’t even her, if you considered all things. All she remembered was driving down, free and alone at eighty miles per hour as the city hummed around her, throbbing with life. The car flew down the Devonshire street, blowing through red lights as the poles flicked past in a rush. The air was alive on her skin. She didn’t give a damn about the honking horns that were lost in the lonely race she had with herself. She did not even slow once, even though her eyes watered and left streaks of mascara down her cheeks, blurring her vision.

Maybe that was the mistake. But who would’ve known at that time?

The patrol officer had been adamant about knowing where she had spent her time before the accident. By the look on his face, she could tell he knew what she had been doing: getting wasted with filthy people. If that’s what you called partying with a few friends at the Tunnel, why yes, she was getting waste. She had spent an hour avoiding an aging creep who kept following her around as the bass throbbed through her body and neon lights pulsed around her. The dance floor was thronged, and she marveled at how people still managed to jump and sway in the crowd as she stayed behind with her friends (A-list young multitude – real estate agents, models who flew down from New York and L.A., growing musicians – people she had no problem naming for the suspicious cop) as they posed with rainbow colored, glittering cocktails.

This obviously raised the question of whether she’d been drinking. She hadn’t been, and the copper scoffed when she said it so, but the breathalyzer confirmed her version of the story.

She liked to be one of those people who stayed true to their new year’s resolutions.

Then she had been alone again. All the rest hours of the night.

Leaving the club, she got back on the freeway, flying down the long endless road as her hair whipped and lashed. The scents of rosemary shifted along with the sounds of crickets and windmills that were lost in the busy streets. Five blocks later, she stopped in the middle of the road, enjoying the cashmere breeze which came from a deep groove of trees, cool and balmy, rustling the leaves in a soulful melody. The stillness of the city at this hour was breathtaking.

Then she was back on the road, driving away to god knew where. Her route changed almost every night. She would ride out no matter how late it was, because the rush made her feel more alive than she had felt all day. It was her element. It was her thing, because there was nothing which would make more sense to her.

The tires screeched as she avoided hitting the car right in front of her, which she had somehow missed in the prism of her tears. Slowing inevitably, her fingers tightened around the wheel as she laughed before speeding down again, who said what about her.

The city itself whispered, with expectation and anticipation. You are not the first. Go on, set yourself free.

She smiled at the thought and slowed more as streets narrowed and cars appeared.

Wasn’t that absolutely fascinating?

Probably not. Who cared anyway?

Her name was Alishka Roy. She was twenty eight years old. She lived in a loft downtown in an area which featured the grey part of Boston. But it didn’t matter; she had a great sea view. Her family owned the building.

Her speed had only increased when she had to slow again as she flew over the tangle of one way downtown streets. She tried to weave through, but had to slow nonetheless  to make the right turn. She was in no mood to go all the way back and turn right around.

As everything rippled and blurred, she turned onto her street, telling herself it was only the dry night wind and her lashing hair. But it was always the same, no matter the wind, no matter how she did her hair. It was always this way when her lonely race finished. But in those few moments, she could escape the real world in earnest to be with herself. That mattered more than anything.

She, after all, wanted nothing more than to light the fire for herself.

Her loft was only blocks away when she drove into a red Mercedes car. The air bag exploded as her car spun sideways to a stop. White haze hung in the air, shards of glass sprayed over her shoulders and arms. The other car had been an illusion only, no more real than a shadow of a bird flying overhead, a gleaming stroke of movement no one would’ve seen coming.

She took a few deep breaths before opening the door and stumbling out of the car. The Mercedes was on the sidewalk, and she walked to it and slapped the passenger’s side window. Two men were in the car, in their late fifties. The drivers face was bleeding, and the passenger stared at her, dumfounded, before breaking from his haze.

‘Are you alright? Do you need help?’

The passenger said nothing, looking at her blankly before truly seeing her. His looked down at his wrist immediately.

‘Oh god, I am sorry, I am really sorry. I’ll get an ambulance. Just give me a sec,’ she said, trying to keep her cool.

The passenger opened his door and spilled out the car. He was dressed impeccably and had a natural tan. She saw his eyes clearly in the fractured light from her car. There was a certain chillness about their pale blue color.

‘We’re okay,’ he croaked out. ‘It’s nothing.’

‘Hold on, I’ll get help. I’ll call an ambulance,’ Alishka said, realizing her phone was still in her car. He took a step toward her before stumbling back down.

She helped him up before rushing back to her car. The phone was under the dash.

She had only dialed 911 when she heard the car pull away, its rear fender dragging down the street. The passenger was running behind the car towards the narrow alleyway.

She had to remember the license plate number.

She couldn't not remember it.

The city was no more shining, shimmering or splendid. Everything seemed to close on in her. Those people drove away. She was in the middle of the street and she no more knew what was going on.

A deep voice cut through her confusion. ‘Emergency operator, hello?’

‘I had a wreck, an auto accident–’

‘Was anyone injured?’

‘They drove away, these two men, I don’t know–’

She recited the license plate number, scared she would forget it, so she pulled out her notepad and wrote it down.

‘Ma’am, do you need an ambulance dispatched? Do you need help?’

She felt wobbly and sick, so she sat own, her back pressed against the car’s cold metal.

‘Ma’am, where are you? Ma’am–’

She lay back on the cool street, closing her eyes as everything collapsed around her.

‘Tell me where are you, ma’am? Ma’am?’

She tried to answer, but nothing came out, dark buildings huddling over her.

That was the beginning of it all. The beginning of hr nightmare.

She would be questioned over and over about the accident. She would learn that the accident was nothing ordinary, nothing that didn’t always happen.

In seven days, the first attempt would be made on her life.

In eleven days, she would meet a man named Ethan Ramsey.

Everything was about to change about her life, and it started then.

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Thank you for reading if you made it this far

So yeah, this is an AU where Ethan is a detective and not a doctor.

But he will be introduced in the next chapter 🙈

This is unplanned, impulsive, but it wont leave my head so I had to write it.

This is basically inspired/based/ a revamp of my favorite crime fiction novel - The Watchman by Robert Crais, but the plot will be varied (I will definitely make a variation.)

So uh ... @tenaciouslandvoidgiant @choicesaddict5 @schnitzelbutterfingers @starrystarrytrouble @jooous @dakotasteach @lilypills @vishhhi @sophxwithers @genevievemd @mercury84choices @caseyvalentineramsey @ethansramsey @stygianflood - are y'all with me on this ship that may or may not sink? 

Any one else want to get aboard?

[rusted-pipe-of-wisdom]

For fandom ask: Dragon Age! (I'm unoriginal, I know, sorry)

I mean my blog is like 97% DA lmao

The first character I first fell in love with: uhm. Duncan. In my defense, he’s a dilf. He rocks that earring and I bet he’d rock my world. 10/10 would be recruited by him any day of the week.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Never planned on being fond of Loghain. Considered him just a lame ass boomer up until the Landsmeet. Love my grumpy war criminal dad. His and Anora’s interactions are just so precious!

The character everyone else loves that I don’t:  The spicy ramen would be a great villain and I’ll die on this hill.

The character I love that everyone else hates: I like Aveline. There’s a surprising amount of hate for her in the fandom. She’s my emotional support battering ram and also she kinda looks like my big sis. I stan.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:  I liked specific parts of Leliana’s ark but the whole fantasy Catholic thing just irks me too much. And her relationship with Justinia is downright creepy.

The character I would totally smooch: Assuming she’s down for it, I would smooch Josephine tenderly on the cheek. I bet she smells like perfume and sweets. My lil Antivan princess /sob/

The character I’d want to be like: Oh boi. Every angery powerful woman with strong bisexual vibes. Flemeth and Morrigan especially. Also my Adaar .D She’s my wish fulfillment character I guess.

The character I’d slap: I would win a fight with Samson by slapping him out of his armor. I’d slap him so hard it would knock the red lyrium out of his body. The power of my slap would seal the Breach and pulverize Corypheus into thin dust. Then I’d cook him some chicken nuggets and let him sleep on my couch.

A pairing that I love: HANDERRRRRS but also so many others! Morrigan/Warden is a comforting ship. Josephine/Adaar is a daydream power couple. Merribela is a cute one. Samson/Maddox is on thin ice, not sure whether I like it more than aro/ace Samson.

A pairing that I despise: it’s more of a “popular ships that I don’t get”. Never seen Fenders to my liking. Maybe in the future, or maybe it’s not for me. Solavellan hits a sore spot, I do enjoy angst, but not that kind. Anything with the spicy ramen is just meh. But as Russian saying goes, ‘all sharpies taste different’.

[ask-de-writer]

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 48 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 48 of 83

by

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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copyright 2020

written 2007

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“You can’t even turn,” said Barad.  “You will have to get up steerageway before you can turn and there’s no time.  Surrender and she will break off.  If you don’t, Darkistry will ram you.”

“She won’t even give us a chance?” whined Skua.  “This is unfair!”

Relentlessly Tanlin reminded him, “W’ere wa’ fair w’en ye an’ yer bullies raped ‘er an’ charged ‘er wit’ seduction?  She’d ‘ave been drowned ‘ad Barad nae taken ‘er in.”

Sarcastically she added, “For some reason, she ‘olds t’at as a grudge against ye.”  The sailors holding her had let go to watch something that they had never even dreamed could happen.  One ship bearing down deliberately on another.  A ship being used as a weapon.

Skua turned on Barad in a rage, and found him free.  His guards having fled to the far side of the Fauline.  “How could you have put that woman at the helm of your ship!  The Grandalor will be wrecked, too!”  The big ship was nearly on them, with no slacking of her speed.

“Don’t really t’ink so,” said Tanlin’s voice in his ear, as her right arm locked about Skua’s neck.  Her left hand had pulled his dagger from his belt sheath and was pressing it to his side.  “Darkistry’s a fine Battle Commanding.”

The tocsin of the Grandalor could be clearly heard beating ‘slack all sail’ and ‘brace for wreck.’  Every sail of the big ship spilled its freight of wind as the Grandalor closed the last yards on momentum.  She was already turning to make the collision at an oblique angle.

The two ships crashed together.  The reinforced bowsprit of the Grandalor drove in over the Fauline’s deck near to the main mast.  The angle of the collision caused the two ships to slap together rail to rail, and rebound apart.  The impact threw most of those on the Fauline off their feet.  The Grandalor’s reinforced bowsprit ripped loose both the standing and running rigging of the Fauline’s main mast on her starboard side.  The side of the Fauline had been damaged but not ruptured.

The tocsin of the Grandalor could be heard ordering sail set for their next reach run.  Her hailing drum came to life.  “That was your last warning.  Surrender at once.  Release Barad and Tanlin safe in a small boat or I will destroy you.  Darkistry Colm Grandalor, Battle Commanding.”

Tanlin dragged the now terrified Skua to the hailing drum.  “Do ‘t,” she hissed into his ear, “or she will.  ‘Ow’s ‘t feel t’ be t’e fish food instead o’ t’e feeder?”

Skua beat, ‘You have won.  We will put them over in a boat.’

As they were boarding their boat, Barad said cheerfully, “Look, Dear, I have a souvenir.  I grabbed it in the excitement.  I figured that if they fed me to the fish, at least, they’d pay for it.”  He held up a rumpled parchment for her to see.  It was the only copy of the quitclaim.  The yells of Gard, aboard the Fauline showed that it had been missed.  

Seriously, Tanlin said, “Luve o’ m’ ‘Eart, we must give ‘t bock. We’re nae lyin’ cheats an’ rapists.  T’ey earned ‘t wit’ news an’ supplies an’ tis t’eirs, w’atever came after.”

“You are right, Tanlin, my conscience.  We will go to the Grandalor and let Darkistry lay us alongside.  We need to return the hostages anyway,” said Barad a little sadly but proud of his wife’s strict honor.  It would have been a fine prank and they do deserve it — — but she is right.  She usually is.

By the time that the Grandalor picked up Barad and Tanlin the Fauline was frantically raising  sail.  They could only work the fore and mizzen sails because of the rigging damage to the mainmast.  They had no speed but wanted away from the vicinity of the Grandalor at any cost.

It was not to be.  Once the Grandalor had picked up Barad and Tanlin she sped down the wake of the fleeing ship.  Barad found Darkistry at the helm, looking like she had seen a Great Dragon.

Jovially, Barad asked, “Why the upset, Darkistry?  That was a perfect bit of piloting.  You only disabled them, They will have the mast repaired in a day or so.”

“Look at the southern horizon,” she directed.  “It would’ve been better to kill them outright.”

Barad looked.  The whole horizon was a black line of barely visible clouds. “A Coriolis Storm.  You are right, Darkistry.  There is no escape without riding through it.  Overtake the Fauline with all speed.  No matter what their officers did to us, the crew deserves the chance to live.”  He turned to First Officer Timms.  “If we have even a square foot more canvas, get it up.  We need to return the hostages and help the Fauline with repairs or she will be lost.”

Timms retorted, “She should be lost but you are right.  Nobody should drown.”  He set the drummer to work on the tocsin.  ��All hands on deck!’  The crew boiled out of the hatches and gangways of the ship. ‘Set all spinnakers.’  ‘Set fore stay sails.’  ‘Set main stay sails.’  ‘Set mizzen gaffs and stay sails.’  Barad watched with pride as all the watches worked together like a single being with the ship.  The Grandalor shouldered her way through the waves throwing foam wide from under her bows and leaving a wake like a giant’s harpoon point aimed at the Fauline.

Tanlin stood by the hailing drum, waiting until the fleeing ship should be in range.  Clearly, from the zig-zagging course that they set, they feared that they were about to be rammed again, perhaps fatally, this time.  Finally they were close enough.  “Drummer, send ‘Heave to! We have your prisoners to return!  We have your quitclaim!  YOU NEED REPAIR!  STORM COMING!’”

The drummer beat the message loud and fast.  He paused only a moment and repeated it.  Finally the Fauline got the message and heaved to.  The Grandalor began the long process of reducing her speed.  Darkistry brought the two ships together with a barely perceptible bump as the Grandalor’s woven rope fenders took up the small jolt.  Lines were heaved and the two ships made fast together.

Skua got his first look at the ‘demoralized near slaves’ of the Grandalor.  “They’re all armed!” he exclaimed.  As his men were returned over the rail, he noticed the better discipline of the Grandalor sailors as well.  

The Grandalor’s crew already had ropes and cables prepared as they came aboard after the Fauline’s men.  Without ado or further orders, they swarmed up the surviving rigging on the port side, lead by Lenai.  Her survey of the damage was quick and thorough.  Under her direction, damaged rope and cable was hitting the deck, lowered on light heaving lines.  

Men and women quickly measured the old rigging parts and spliced together new ones, using the old blocks and eyes where they were salvageable. As fast as a part could be got ready, it was attached to the line that had lowered it, and it was lifted up for securing.

Another crew, under Master Selked, surveyed the hull damage inside, while the Grandalor’s divers checked the hull below the waterline.  The divers commandeered an old, blown out fore-sail and cut it to size and shape.  They secured the canvas over the whole damaged area, gluing it securely.  

Inside the hull, damaged ribs were reinforced and bulkhead cracks fixed, though no effort was spent trying to straighten the damage.  “Haven’t time!” Master Selked answered when asked about it.  “All we can do is make her strong and tight!”  Up on deck, wrecked rigging mounts and rails were being replaced as well.

“Why are you doing all this and what’s it going to cost?” demanded Skua.

Tanlin looked at him with pity.  “Ye ‘ave our quitclaim.  T’e cost o’ nae doing ‘t wad ‘ave been yer lives, an’ t’at’s t’ ‘igh a price for us.  

“Barad told ye true.  T’e killin’ wa’ t’e result o’ a mutiny. We’ll nae ‘ave more deat’ laid on us.  Ye want a price?  Tell t’e fleet, especially Ca’tain Sula, w’at ye did an’ w’at we did.  Tell ‘er t’at we tried t’ stop t’e poisoners but were t’ late.”

Skua asked truculently, “Why did you have to get the Ord in the first place?”

“Ye folk are nae used t’ t’inkin’ t’at w’at Barad says might be t’e trut’,” she replied calmly but with a touch of sadness. “T’wa’ used in failed fishing experiments.  Ane spine wa’ reported lost but ‘t wa’ actually stolen by t’e plotters.  We t’ink t’at ‘t may ‘ave been implicated in ane or perhaps twa deaths on our ane ship.  

“Master Selked’s apprentice, Merk apparently made t’e poisonous awl but wa’ careless in ‘andling ‘t.  We t’ought at t’e time t’at ‘e died o’ blood poisoning from an infected cut.”

“Do you really expect me to believe any of this?” said Skua in outright hostility.

“Nae. Ye showed yer true colors long ago t’ Darkistry.  Oi know ye for bot’ a dis’onest liar an’ a sneak.  Ye ‘ave been reneging on payments due wen Barad knew t’at ye could ‘ave made t’em wit’ only a little trouble.  T’at’s ‘ow ye got so far into debit. Ye are also a violator o’ t’e Marriage Laws by rape.  Besoids ye openly bragged o’ a plan t’ rape an’ murder m’.

“Ye asked our price.  Tis ‘t.  Tell t’em w’at Oi ‘ave told ye t’. If words are t’ ‘eavy a price, we can take goods an’ provisions.  Do ye want t’ part wit’ more?”

“No,” said Skua sullenly.  “I’ll tell them.  Don’t expect them to believe you, though.”

“Oi donnae.  T’e Law o’ t’e Naral fleet requires t’e right o’ rebuttal, yet t’is same fleet treats t’at right as a luxury. Darkistry wa’ convicted by t’e Grinna wit’oot ‘t.  T’e Grandalor wa’ convicted wit’oot ‘t.  T’e Arrakan fleet believes t’at rebuttal’s necessary before any conviction.”

“Who told you that woman had no trial?  She’s a liar if she did,” said Skua hotly.

“Oi didnae wont t’ believe ‘t o’ m’ new fleet wen she told m’,” said Tanlin, angry at injustice.  “Oi looked at t’e fleet record. All t’at wa’ entered wa’ ‘trial on board Grinna.’  Oi followed t’at up.  T’e log record wa’ so obviously falsified t’at Oi noticed ’t at once.  Oi ‘anded t’at information t’ Ca’tain Sarfin.  Twas bein’ investigated wen ot’er t’ings interfered.  Sarfin’s a good mon.  T’e investigation’ll nae be long delayed.”

Skua blanched.  “There’s nothing to be gained by that!  Why did you do something so stupid?”

she snapped, “Twa words t’at seem t’ ‘ave little connection wit’ ye.  Justice’s ane.  ‘Onor’s t’ot’er.”

“My Lady, it is time to be gone,” Master Selked interrupted.  “Captain Skua, your standing rigging is in place but not yet tensioned.  The repairs need as much time as possible to set up. Wait until the early storm surges before you draw it up taut.  Run before the storm on shortened jibs and mizzen and you should get through safely.”  He did not wait for a reply but took Tanlin by the elbow and escorted her back to the Grandalor.

Shortly the two ships were separated.  The Grandalor piled on the canvas and ran north, speeded on her way by the outer winds of the storm that was sure to catch her.

TO BE CONTINUED

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[monabela]

Day four of ship dominoes, where I write twelve ships using their members as domino stones, each set in a different month. This one is the one that started this whole thing tbh,, it’s because I listened to Choir of Cicadas by the Poets of the Fall too much. The song had to grow on me but I love the feeling of it and I hope so much I managed to capture some of that in this fic. It’s autumn because hUEE southern hemisphere :P

Summer Song

April

pairings/characters: Australia (David)/Seychelles (Angélique)

word count: 1479 summary: As the weather turns, Angélique and David reflect on the summer behind them and the ones yet to come.

<< Luxembourg/Seychelles || Seychelles/Australia || Australia/? >> [all parts]

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The summer had been long.

Angélique was convinced that, no matter how old she would get, she’d never get better at saying goodbye to the long days, the dusty roads and gilded beaches.

The weather was turning, the leaves already losing their lush green colour in the face of the upcoming autumn. Today felt like summer, though, so she dragged the lawn chair out to the veranda and sprawled out on it, watching the sparse clouds reflect on the calm sea across the street. Every once in a while, the sun glinted off something among the water, a dolphin or a ship, but the beach was deserted. Everyone was back to work, back to everyday life, having put the seashells they found in jars and their sunlit memories in boxes to be opened when winter came.

When David’s pickup came rumbling up the still road that their house stood at the end of, later in the afternoon, it didn’t send clouds of dust swirling through the air anymore, although the fenders were still caked in it, and, knowing David, would be until July at the earliest. They both thrived in summer, and if the dust would remind her husband, Angélique wouldn’t tell him to clean it off as long as it wasn’t damaging the car.

“Look at you being lazy,” the man in question was saying, before hitting his shoes against the side of the veranda to get the dirt off and scratching the dog behind her ears. She’d been lazing around all day.

Angélique smiled at him, folding her arms behind her head demonstratively.

“Now look at that, Ally,” David told the dog, which licked his hand. He wiped it on his work jeans, kicked his shoes off, and leant on the lawn chair to kiss Angélique.

“Come be lazy with me, then,” she said, and he grinned, promising to be back soon.

The dog, Alligator, followed him inside, then got stuck on the other side of the screen door when he closed it. Angélique rolled her eyes at her.

“Dave!” she called, unwilling to move from the perfect patch of sunlight she was in. Soon, she heard him return.

“You’re an idiot, aren’t you?” he asked Alligator, putting on a high voice as if talking to a child. “Yeah, you are. Dumb dog.”

Angélique smiled, closing her eyes and folding her hands over her stomach. The screen door opened, and Alligator bounded down the veranda to the garden.

“Both of you are lazy sods,” David admonished, laughing. “Lique, what’re you teaching her?”

“Nothing good,” she promised, opening one eye to look up at her husband’s tall form, now clad in a Henley with most buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Oh, hand me an elastic.”

Sitting down on the edge of the lawn chair, David rolled his green eyes fondly and pulled one off his wrist, leaving the rest of the assorted leather bands, hair elastics and bracelets. Angélique used it to tie her curly hair out of her face while scooting over slightly, allowing him to swing at least one of his long legs up as well.

With some manoeuvring and a few gentle pushes, they managed to both fit on the lawn chair in the sun, with Angélique tucked against David’s side, plucking absently at his shirt. Alligator bounded back up to the veranda and lay down next to the chair with her shaggy head on her paws.

“I think your day has been more useful than mine,” Angélique said, “but I did actually walk the dog.”

“You always do, that’s not impressive.”

She snapped the collar of his shirt against the tanned skin of his chest, and he grinned at nothing, eyes closed.

It was rare that it was peacefully quiet in their house like this, or even just between the two of them, but it had been occurring more often lately. Maybe they were both growing up, finally. Maybe words had just seemed superfluous on the winding road to autumn, lost to the shimmering heat over fields and beaches.

“Might be one of the last days like this for a while,” David eventually mumbled, the words rumbling through his chest. Angélique hummed. “Feel like I should go take a swim or something.”

“This is good,” she said, and David didn’t move. He’d already taken a swim this morning anyway, as he did most mornings.

“It’s been good, hasn’t it?”

She smiled. Apparently, he was feeling the same nostalgia as she was. It was unlike him, really. David was a man who lived in the moment, sometimes a little too much. She was like that herself, but less so now than she used to be. It had taken David some time to catch up with her in that, and it had been one of the reasons their relationship had been on-and-off for several years in their early twenties.

They’d come a long way.

After a while, she heard David’s stomach rumble, and she poked it, laughing at him fondly when he slapped her hand away and groaned, tilting his chin up.

They lived in a beautiful spot, but no one delivered here, which was a pity sometimes. Like now, when it was evident that neither of them wanted to get up. Nevertheless, Angélique hadn’t actually eaten that much over the course of the day and knew she’d start feeling it soon, so she stood with a groan and set about digging up leftovers from the fridge, with Alligator hopefully following her inside. She pushed her out of the way with her feet on the way to the stove.

“Maybe, one day, we’ll teach you not to be in the way all the time.” Well, she supposed the dog got that from David, so it’d be hard to dissuade.

“Need any help?” David called from outside.

“No, I’ve got it!”

They ate a mishmash of vegetables and scraps of meat that Alligator tried to steal and then resumed doing absolutely nothing on the veranda. It was getting dark far too quickly, the sun a violent blaze of red on the sea and the dog chasing after the bats that came out of hiding, but it wasn’t cold yet and probably wouldn’t be tonight.

“’S gonna be hot tonight,” David said, as if reading her thoughts, while he tugged gently on a dark curl that had escaped the ponytail and snaked its way across his chest.

“Hm.”

“Maybe even metaphorically.”

“That’s a big word, Mr Clarke.”

He tugged on the curl again, and Angélique snorted.

“Aw, Lique, it might be the last warm night we get until next summer, hm? We don’t even have to move.” Demonstratively, he swung his legs out and hit Alligator in the head while the lawn chair creaked. “Okay, scratch that last part.”

The dog seemed fine, already chasing after another bat.

“Next summer will be different, though,” Angélique told him.

“Of course.”

“No, I mean...” She took a deep breath and propped herself up to look into her husband’s eyes, the green colour of which was nearly invisible in the rusty glow of the sun. He raised his thick eyebrows, raising a hand to rest it on her waist. “I mean that—Dave, I’m pregnant.”

He parted his lips and widened his eyes, breathing out slowly.

“Is it mine?” he squeaked, then immediately cringed at himself. His hand slipped down to her yet-flat stomach.

“No, David,” she said drily, used to his mind’s weird jumps by now, “it’s the milkman’s.”

“I knew it,” he replied, but his voice had gone soft and his fingers spread over her stomach, the calluses catching on her linen belt. Angélique threaded her own fingers through his. “Yeah, next summer will be different.”

She squeezed his hand.

“Lique, how long have you known? How far along—”

“About a month. I did the test this afternoon.”

He smiled so brightly it nearly hurt to watch, and Angélique’s answering grin was quickly interrupted by David cupping both of his big hands around her jaw and peppering her face with kisses. Alligator jumped around the lawn chair enthusiastically, and Angélique laughed when she pushed her head against her hip. David pushed her away with an admonishing hum.

“You, Dave, will be an amazing father,” Angélique said, running a hand through his hair.

“’Cause of the dog?”

With a kiss, she replied, “Because I know you, and you’ll—you’ll love our baby with everything you’ve got.” She bit her lip. “And that’s a lot.”

“Yeah,” he said, wonderingly. “Yeah.”

He lay back down, tugging her against him and putting a hand on her waist again. The last sunrays played across his handsome face, highlighting his awed expression, the light in his eyes. Angélique sighed into his neck and drew shapes on his chest.

The summer had been long, and there were many yet to come.

[mlp410nightcore]

Storyline:Leave Her Alone (Part 3 of 5)

Beau and Jordan continued throwing insult after insult. But after a few minutes of back to back arguing, Beau had enough. He then slapped Jordan across the face and continued to punch him until Jordan threw a punch that landed right on Beau's eye. Beau screamed in pain as he stumbled backwards a bit, covering his injured eye with his hoof.

Beau:"Growls" You idiot!! Do you even realize what you've done?! You've just made the biggest mistake of your life!! I will hunt you down and destroy you!!

Jordan:"Glaring" Is that a threat?!

Beau:No, It's a promise. Just to let you know, I'm not a man of empty promises!!

Jordan rolled his eyes, not believing a single word Beau said. Jordan continued to stand his ground, blocking Beau from getting any closer to Darling. While the boys were fighting, Eloise snuck behind them and got to Darling, who was currently trying to retrieve her prized necklace from the trash.

Eloise:Here, Let me help.

Eloise then grabbed Darling's necklace and fixed the chain with ease. She then gave it back to Darling, who was brimming from ear to ear with glee despite the constant flow of tears.

Darling:Thank you dear. I'm so glad you guys got here just in time. I'm sure Beau would've destroyed me for sure.

Darling continued to wipe away her tears and tried to regain her composure. Eloise brought over her emergency first aid kit that she kept with her just in case. Due to helping others that were beaten up by Beau in the past, Eloise made a mental note to herself to always be prepared with medical supplies. She then tended to Darling's scars, which weren't as severe as she and Jordan feared. After an hour and a half of fighting and insulting each other, Beau left limping in a huff, anger still written all over his face. Jordan scoffed and went over to the girls, worried about Darling's well being.

*TO BE CONTINUED*

Characters Used: Jordan-Son of Rodney Copperbottom and Cappy from Robots, Eloise-Daughter of Fender and Loretta from Robots, Darling-Daughter of Flim from MLP:FIM and Vellatrix from Crush Crush and Beau-Son of Rachet from Robots and Jadeite from Sailor Moon.

*Credit goes to the respectful creators of the different forms of media that the parents of my next gens are from and to MADZbases for the base I used. I only take credit for my next gens, art, ships, stories and the Blossom Love AU.*

I hope you guys like this!! Have a beautiful day and always believe in yourselves!!!

[foxghost]

tagged by @fragilespark​ and @sarasa-cat​ (=3=)

My chosen 3 fandoms: 1. Dragon age 2. Finder series 3. Fallout 3 / NV

The first character you loved: 1. Alistair (basically i got attached to my first party member, oops) 2. Takaba Akihito 3. Dogmeat

The character you never expected to love so much: 1. Anders. (I do not like scruff or beards as a rule.) 2. Yoh. (He has like, what, 20 pages? *sobs*) 3. Boone. (He has the most rote hurt a female character to give male character pain backstory EVER. But I enjoyed his trigger-happiness. Shoot legion on sight. I’m good with that.)

The character you relate to most: 1. Gosh, I don't know. Jowan? EVERYTHING JUST HAPPENS TO MEEEEEEE! 2. None of them really? This is a series full of terrible barely redeemable babies (except Yoh, Yoh's a saint) and I love all of them but I don't "relate." 3. Arcade Gannon. Just over here in the medic tent not shooting people is GREAT, i'm GOOD thanks

The character you’d slap: 1. Oghren (WAKE UP WE'RE BREAKING CAMP) 2. Asami Ryuichi (when is that apology coming exactly? It's been 8 volumes) 3. Caesar.

Three favourite characters (in order of preference): 1. Isabela, Anders, Zevran (this question hurts) 2. Yoh, Takaba Akihito, Liu Fei Long (This one also hurts) 3. Craig Boone, Moira Brown, Jason Bright (This hurts the most)

This meme is a MONSTER for making me do that. D:

A character you liked at first but don’t anymore: 1. Cullen (I liked him for all of five minutes. And then he ran away into the basement. That was it.) 2. Mikhail Arbatov (I didn't MIND him at first. Now any screen time for him makes me grind my teeth) 3. Mr. New Vegas. (wildcard)

A character you did not like at first but do now: 1. Loghain mac tir. I don’t need reasons 2. Liu Fei Long. (Volume one installed him as a villain, volume two installed him as Broken Bird, which I have a particular weakness to.) 3. Rose of Sharon Cassidy. (Long dick johnson. That won me over.)

Three OTPs: 1. Vanders, Fenders, Merribela (I like them rare apparently) 2. Fei Long / Yoh, Aki / Asami, uh ... i don't have any other ones. I'd take Fei/Aki but only in an AU fix it where none of volume one happened. Which, well, I wrote bc it didn’t exist. :p 3. Craig Boone / Bitterness, Cass / rambling while drunk, Veronica / snark. (I have no ships in the fallout fandom whatsoever)

tagging 7 ppl for no reasons other than i’m thinking about f:nv: @ltleflrt @tanukiham @gerec @aroihkin @the-duelling-tophat @djkaeru @archer-and-anders (but only if you feel like it)

[niceislife]

been getting these magnets ready for a couple of weeks. upcycled some advert sheet magnet into circles and started to create these tiny drawings to slap up. hope they find a cool fridge or metal fender on a hot rod or a beam at the top of a warehouse or a space ship going to mars @elonmusk hittin the streets #niceislife #gameofshrooms2020 #gameofshrooms #slaps #graffiti #magnetsareamiracle #ICP #tinydrawings #Circles #twitterisashitholecountry #scavengerhunt #LA #bleedblue @cody_bellinger MVP #FTG https://www.instagram.com/p/CEGOd7qF3S6/?igshid=1up41kicdvavr

[itsworn]

Purists Beware: This LS-Swapped Corvette LT-1 was Built to Carve Corners

Over the years, the Chevrolet Corvette somehow became affiliated with a phenomenon known as a midlife crisis, but back when it was introduced in 1953, these sporty coupes appealed to a much younger demographic. The Corvette’s performance capabilities increased rapidly in its early years, and the endorsement of the second generation of this machine by some of our nation’s famous astronauts helped rocket the vehicle’s popularity to stratospheric levels. By the time the third generation rolled off the factory floor—with its sharp, angular styling resembling a mako shark—Chevrolet’s halo performance offering had arguably become one of the most collected cars in automotive history.

The car earned the nickname “Rambo” because it’s big and wide and looks like it means business. Notice the grille on the right side is a little crooked after an altercation with a cone.

Enter Garrett Randall, who sports flannels and flat-bill hats, rather than jean shorts and white tennis shoes. At age 29, Garrett brings a wrinkle-free complexion to the Corvette owner’s club of Simi Valley, California. He grew up being heavily influenced by the flourishing car culture around him, a sentiment that was reinforced by his father’s 1972 Pantera in their garage. He was hooked on classic cars at any early age. By just 14, he had restored his first car, a 1967 Camaro, with the help of his father, Lefty Randall, and family friend Mike Fennel. A few years later, after seeing a couple magazine stories about Optima’s search for the Ultimate Street Car, he attended an event to see what it was all about. He was hooked and immediately wanted to build a car to autocross. Like most people, road-course racing was intimidating to someone who didn’t have much experience on a racetrack, but autocross really intrigued him because of the sport’s accessibility and minimal risk of damage to the car.

Garrett Randall wheels Rambo around autocross courses like it’s a rented mule and not a car that would look equally at home in the show-and-shine section at Holley’s LS Fest West.

So Garrett built his (at the time) El Camino to start carving the cones, but found that without fully reworking the car, it really wasn’t suited for the small constraints of most autocross courses. He then hatched a plan to build a different car that would allow him to be more competitive. While buying a late-model performance car would have probably been the most financially responsible and quickest way to get a car that would perform well, the idea didn’t sit right with Garrett, who told us, “I can appreciate new cars, but I’m really just not that into them. There’s some really cool, newer stuff out there, but I really like the vintage stuff.” That ideology ultimately led to the thought of buying a C3 Corvette due to their extensive racing heritage, lightweight fiberglass body, and having an independent rear suspension that provides a solid foundation to create a vintage car that can handle.

Look at how wide the rear of this car is with 335 tires tucked inside the massive fender flares designed and built by Cris Gonzales at JCG Restorations and Customs.

After some time searching for the proper candidate on Craigslist, Garrett found a 1971 C3 in Austin, Texas. A few phone calls and a video chat tour of the car later, he bought it sight unseen and shipped it to California. Garrett had noticed some noteworthy cars at the Optima events coming out of Cris Gonzales’ shop, JCG Restorations and Customs in Oxnard, California, so he decided to take the Corvette to him to be built into the track-ready machine he imagined. As fate would have it, Cris actually had a Pro Touring 1970 C3 of his own that he was planning to rework into an even more serious track machine. Randall started negotiations to buy most of the old parts off that car, and after sitting down together to run the numbers, Cris explained that, with all the labor, it would probably make more sense for Garrett to buy his car and sell the other one. They struck a deal and got started turning the much-further-along project into the machine Garrett had envisioned.

This thing looks so killer rolling down the road with a stance that most would consider too low. Sure, the exhaust might scrape from time to time, but it’s a small price to pay to look this good.

Fair warning: If you’re a dedicated member of the National Corvette Restorers Society, you may want to skip over the next few sentences. The car Garrett purchased from Cris happened to be a real-deal LT-1 car complete with the Protect-O-Plate and the numbers-matching engine and transmission still hanging around, though not installed. If the thought of modifying this car at all offends your sensibilities, take solace in knowing the original owners flared the fenders and raced it in the early 1970s, so any perceived blasphemy was committed a long time ago.

The custom flares flow so nicely with the body lines, unlike so many of the aftermarket units people buy to slap on their cars, and the custom rocker panels ties the front and back together so well.

With his background being focused more on restoration than customization, Cris had never intended to cut the car up because of the relatively rare set of factory options. Garrett agreed with the notion, so the frame was left original but upgraded with Van Steel control arms up front, a quick-ratio ARG steering box, custom JCG sway bars front and rear, and JRi coilover shocks on all four corners. For stopping power, they went with Wilwood Superlite six-piston calipers with 13-inch rotors in the front and four-piston calipers with 12.88-inch rotors in the rear, all being worked by a manual Wilwood master cylinder. Included with the car was a set of wheels Garrett never expected to be able to afford: GA3R Forgelines. The front runners were 11.5 inches wide wrapped in 315 series BFGoodrich G-Force Rival S rubber with 335 series tires mounted on a 12.5-inch-wide wheels out back.

Everything about this car is just right, especially the way the BFGoodrich Rival S tires wrapped around the Forgeline GA3R wheels fill the wheelwells of this classic ride.

For power, Garrett took a practical approach, forgoing excessive horsepower for driveability. An LS6 built by Mullinex Racing Engines was already under the hood, sporting a mild cam and an upgraded valvetrain to help it live at higher rpm. To it, they added a T56 six-speed manual transmission, which sends power through a custom aluminum driveshaft to the original rear end that was stuffed with an Eaton posi unit and 3.73:1 gears. To keep the fluids happy during flogging sessions at the track, a custom Ron Davis radiator was fitted, a Moroso oil accumulator was added along with a baffled C5 ZO6 oil pan, power steering and engine oil coolers were put in place, and some custom Trackspec-inspired hood vents were dropped in the factory hood. JCG built a custom aluminum fuel cell that prevents fuel starvation when cornering and installed a factory ZL1 Camaro fuel-pump assembly before plumbing the car with VaporWorx lines and fittings. The engine breathes through a K&N cold-air intake and exhales through a set of Kooks headers and into a stainless exhaust built by JCG with custom Borla mufflers. Keeping with the simplistic approach, a factory ECU was used to control the engine and HP Tuners software was utilized to maintain a reliable 450 hp.

Under the hood is a mildly built LS6 with an upgraded cam and heads assembled by Mullinex Racing Engines, putting out a reliable and snappy 450 hp.

Inside the car, the original interior was in surprisingly good shape, so there wasn’t much done to update it other than putting in a Kirkey seat on the driver side with an RCI harness, an aftermarket steering column capped off with a Sparco steering wheel, a stock gas pedal modified to make heel-and-toe braking easier, and AutoMeter gauges inserted in the factory locations. Prior to Garrett purchasing the car, Cris had cut out a rollcage that made getting in and out of the car much too difficult. In its place, he fabricated a rollbar that doubled as a harness attachment point behind the seats.

Inside the car really doesn’t look all that different from stock, with only the driver seat, a custom column and steering wheel, and AutoMeter gauges differing from what Chevy put in at the factory in 1970.

To complete the car’s exterior, JCG finished installing of the one-off flares that Cris designed to flow with the body lines. Everyone seems to put side pipes on these cars, but the thought of burning his legs and the drone of the exhaust on the road made Garrett scrap the set that was installed. Instead, Cris made custom rocker panels to fill the void where the side pipes used to be. He also made an aluminum rear diffuser to clean up air under the car at speed and cover up the area that used to house the spare tire. At this point, the car went to Ed Palmer at Kundensport, a shop normally known for turning out quality Porsche restorations. Ed sprayed the custom color based on Dodge F8 Green that Garrett spotted on a new Challenger at the Los Angeles Auto Show. With some gold pearl in the mix, the dynamic finish highlights the angular surfaces of the car. Aided by his years of experience with curvy Porsche fenders, Ed expertly laid down a show-quality paint job that turned out so nice that Garrett had Brian Vaccaro at Impression Auto Salon wrap nearly the entire car in SunTek protective film to preserve the paint during the thrashing that was sure to come.

Unless you look at the car closely, you would have no way of knowing the entire car has been wrapped in a protective film to preserve the high-quality paint job laid down by Ed Palmer at Kundensport.

Despite building this beautiful Corvette on a relatively limited budget, it turned out far nicer than Garrett ever anticipated. Even though he’s a little more careful with it than his other cars, he drives this Corvette regularly, because that was his plan from the start. Many Vette owners keep their cars tucked away in their garages like a collectible baseball card stuck inside a plastic sleeve, but Garrett believes stock is boring and cars are meant to be driven—and driven hard.

The Wilwood Superlite six-piston brakes and 13-inch rotors tucked behind those beautiful Forgeline wheels are a perfect match that really enhances the overall look and performance of this machine.

It’s all business under the hood, with little done in the way of aesthetics just like most cars that are built to be driven. Hiding in front of the serpentine-belt system is a Moroso oil accumulator to help the engine maintain oil pressure under heavy cornering.

The addition of gold pearl in the Dodge F8 Green makes this a really unique car to photograph. In various different lights, it seems to change color.

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2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Rumors, Price and Release Date

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2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Interior

We might talk about a lot more final result on the new 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT metallic platform, which Ford guarantees is 24 scenarios more powerful than ahead of. The anchor without an uncertainty would seem Viagra-prepared, even though the body installing brackets in the midst it and the light-pounds light-weight lightweight aluminum cab, as correctly as your bedroom furniture, allow some quivering. This Incredibly Duty’s heavy-duty 350-spec halting, which outings extremely more advanced than the considerably more livable F-250 make, neglected to assist quell the jiggle. Ford supplies the Super Duty in XL, XLT, Lariat, King Ranch, and Platinum clip sums.

Our take a look at pickup vehicle made an appearance jam-loaded up in the Platinum spec, in spite of the indisputable simple fact that we photographed a King Ranch only for this example. The interior is beautiful, with leather material-based-reliant-twisted chairs (kneading straight in the front section aspect), solid wood and metallic clip, an 8.-” touchscreen, two-position auto-weather command, and a lot more. We clarify this as in the event it types of type of increased-high quality things to do you more than all-out towing ability; we’d advise left over with the milder-biking F-250 (or perhaps an F-150). The F-350 is, without a doubt, a project pickup van lower than, so only moneyed haulers who evenly will usually have considerable trailers in a move or excess weight your bed household furniture routinely positive to the journey should be thinking about thinking about the F-350 affordable King Ranch or Platinum models.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Engine

For consumers that get pleasure from probing the outer towing limits of trucks small in comparison with semis, Ford functions that the 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT may well now link nearly 32,000 kilos. Our vehicle experienced the offered gooseneck/fifth-wheel trailers connection essential for that procedure, plus it had been provided with a factor under-fender recipient of the e-mail issue situated for towing close to 21,000 lbs. Considerably more and larger sized sizing tennis game titles golf soccer ball the installation of mounting brackets have nested another person inside of the other to yet again up 2.-, 2.5-, and 3.-inches trailers balls. Now, the F-series trucks’ appealing to maximums are processed substantially; immediately lower the highway, Ram or Chevy will outdo them. We are not successful to examine the F-350’s towing ability for the reason why not of the two of the two of the two a NASA identify shuttle neither of them of them a potential tanker ended up being realistic. If you take a little opposition car or journey trailers, it more than almost certainly will experience as however nothing’s rear there. The F-350’s structure is battling to tug it on your own, of course, and that is just where the adjusted 6.7-liter Energy Stroke V-8 diesel engine is obtainable in.

Ford modified the engine’s gasoline-transport and transporting, and shipping proved up turbocharger, and digital computerized generally seems to up its greatest torque from 860 lb-ft to a mighty 925 lb-ft .; the most exceptional horsepower will keep at 440. This monster is an $8795 alternative previously the frequent 6.2-liter electricity V-8, plus it ably motions the F-350, unburdened otherwise. We took a snappy 7.2-right after no-to-60-mph time, nonetheless nevertheless yet again, class crucial (ideal up to several other Substantial-significance pickup motor vehicles surpasses it, of course). Engine reaction tugging not essentially in near distance to a cease could be displayed sluggish, and that is for the reason that the Personal computer rules torque in the very first a handful of transmission gear (there are 1-half dozens all-close to) to keep up grip even though shielding the driveline. As quickly as moving, the engine settles into a sub-2000-rpm slumber. From nonproductive to the 3600-rpm upshift timeframe, the diesel is clean and so relaxing that, from the exterior of the vehicle, it ‘s hard to create from a gas mill. Braking is just as luxurious, with a decently prolonged pedal finding their way back a 202-ft. Cease from 70 mph; that is entitled as crucial that you an element that weighs about in at four loads. We even noted 15 miles per gallon around the software of our take a look at-3 miles per gallon superior to the final F-350 we examined and other for many F-150s we now have now deemed.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Review

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Price and Release Date

Furthermore, it distributed a whole lot far more stainless through the position, possibly to visually rationalize the Platinum’s $64,780 base price. As efficiently as those before described $8795 diesel engine, our $79,180 pickup van made an appearance optioned with a $390 purchasing rear differential, a $370 fifth-tire planning package, $185 blow up rear seatbelts.$95 Meticulously well-guided clearance lighting fixtures on the rooftop, $165 prewired highlight changes, a $ 725-your bed camera, and a $495 squirt within your bedding liner.

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2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Rumors, Price and Release Date

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2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Rumors, Price and Release Date

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Rumors, Price and Release Date – Longtime visitors of this e-zine often will take into consideration a car review (or many), so simple-to-vast open on steering come to feel a response. But might you brand another person precisely in which that personal feature recognized detailed measurements, heavy-duty pickup vehicle? The 2017 Ford F-350 Platinum is not a sports car, having said that right here we are zeroing in on its directing.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Price

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Review

Exterior and Interior

Also, to if you test out slapping magnets on the new 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT flanks, you would possibly by no means know its body is now made from compact lightweight aluminum. The utterly encased body has become metallic. The aluminum is designed to aid presto to serve substantial pounds; it is going to, but we might not but chat with particularly the volume of excess body weight is minimized. That is just because of the real truth Ford also distinctive characteristics for 2017 and up-to-date the F-350’s axles and 4-tire-push factors, which include some lbs in. Also, this F-350 obtained the customized-rear-wheel range, despite the proven fact that the most in-requirement pre-aluminum 2015 F-350 we viewed as capable the dualie rear axle. Not-really-apples-to-peaches, this F-350 considered as 8060 weight, as compared to the 2015 dualie model’s 8520 pounds.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Interior

We might talk about a lot more final result on the new 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT metallic platform, which Ford guarantees is 24 scenarios more powerful than ahead of. The anchor without an uncertainty would seem Viagra-prepared, even though the body installing brackets in the midst it and the light-pounds light-weight lightweight aluminum cab, as correctly as your bedroom furniture, allow some quivering. This Incredibly Duty’s heavy-duty 350-spec halting, which outings extremely more advanced than the considerably more livable F-250 make, neglected to assist quell the jiggle. Ford supplies the Super Duty in XL, XLT, Lariat, King Ranch, and Platinum clip sums.

Our take a look at pickup vehicle made an appearance jam-loaded up in the Platinum spec, in spite of the indisputable simple fact that we photographed a King Ranch only for this example. The interior is beautiful, with leather material-based-reliant-twisted chairs (kneading straight in the front section aspect), solid wood and metallic clip, an 8.-” touchscreen, two-position auto-weather command, and a lot more. We clarify this as in the event it types of type of increased-high quality things to do you more than all-out towing ability; we’d advise left over with the milder-biking F-250 (or perhaps an F-150). The F-350 is, without a doubt, a project pickup van lower than, so only moneyed haulers who evenly will usually have considerable trailers in a move or excess weight your bed household furniture routinely positive to the journey should be thinking about thinking about the F-350 affordable King Ranch or Platinum models.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Engine

For consumers that get pleasure from probing the outer towing limits of trucks small in comparison with semis, Ford functions that the 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT may well now link nearly 32,000 kilos. Our vehicle experienced the offered gooseneck/fifth-wheel trailers connection essential for that procedure, plus it had been provided with a factor under-fender recipient of the e-mail issue situated for towing close to 21,000 lbs. Considerably more and larger sized sizing tennis game titles golf soccer ball the installation of mounting brackets have nested another person inside of the other to yet again up 2.-, 2.5-, and 3.-inches trailers balls. Now, the F-series trucks’ appealing to maximums are processed substantially; immediately lower the highway, Ram or Chevy will outdo them. We are not successful to examine the F-350’s towing ability for the reason why not of the two of the two of the two a NASA identify shuttle neither of them of them a potential tanker ended up being realistic. If you take a little opposition car or journey trailers, it more than almost certainly will experience as however nothing’s rear there. The F-350’s structure is battling to tug it on your own, of course, and that is just where the adjusted 6.7-liter Energy Stroke V-8 diesel engine is obtainable in.

Ford modified the engine’s gasoline-transport and transporting, and shipping proved up turbocharger, and digital computerized generally seems to up its greatest torque from 860 lb-ft to a mighty 925 lb-ft .; the most exceptional horsepower will keep at 440. This monster is an $8795 alternative previously the frequent 6.2-liter electricity V-8, plus it ably motions the F-350, unburdened otherwise. We took a snappy 7.2-right after no-to-60-mph time, nonetheless nevertheless yet again, class crucial (ideal up to several other Substantial-significance pickup motor vehicles surpasses it, of course). Engine reaction tugging not essentially in near distance to a cease could be displayed sluggish, and that is for the reason that the Personal computer rules torque in the very first a handful of transmission gear (there are 1-half dozens all-close to) to keep up grip even though shielding the driveline. As quickly as moving, the engine settles into a sub-2000-rpm slumber. From nonproductive to the 3600-rpm upshift timeframe, the diesel is clean and so relaxing that, from the exterior of the vehicle, it ‘s hard to create from a gas mill. Braking is just as luxurious, with a decently prolonged pedal finding their way back a 202-ft. Cease from 70 mph; that is entitled as crucial that you an element that weighs about in at four loads. We even noted 15 miles per gallon around the software of our take a look at-3 miles per gallon superior to the final F-350 we examined and other for many F-150s we now have now deemed.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Review

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Price and Release Date

Furthermore, it distributed a whole lot far more stainless through the position, possibly to visually rationalize the Platinum’s $64,780 base price. As efficiently as those before described $8795 diesel engine, our $79,180 pickup van made an appearance optioned with a $390 purchasing rear differential, a $370 fifth-tire planning package, $185 blow up rear seatbelts.$95 Meticulously well-guided clearance lighting fixtures on the rooftop, $165 prewired highlight changes, a $ 725-your bed camera, and a $495 squirt within your bedding liner.

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2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Rumors, Price and Release Date

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2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Rumors, Price and Release Date

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Rumors, Price and Release Date – Longtime visitors of this e-zine often will take into consideration a car review (or many), so simple-to-vast open on steering come to feel a response. But might you brand another person precisely in which that personal feature recognized detailed measurements, heavy-duty pickup vehicle? The 2017 Ford F-350 Platinum is not a sports car, having said that right here we are zeroing in on its directing.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Price

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Review

Exterior and Interior

Also, to if you test out slapping magnets on the new 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT flanks, you would possibly by no means know its body is now made from compact lightweight aluminum. The utterly encased body has become metallic. The aluminum is designed to aid presto to serve substantial pounds; it is going to, but we might not but chat with particularly the volume of excess body weight is minimized. That is just because of the real truth Ford also distinctive characteristics for 2017 and up-to-date the F-350’s axles and 4-tire-push factors, which include some lbs in. Also, this F-350 obtained the customized-rear-wheel range, despite the proven fact that the most in-requirement pre-aluminum 2015 F-350 we viewed as capable the dualie rear axle. Not-really-apples-to-peaches, this F-350 considered as 8060 weight, as compared to the 2015 dualie model’s 8520 pounds.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Interior

We might talk about a lot more final result on the new 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT metallic platform, which Ford guarantees is 24 scenarios more powerful than ahead of. The anchor without an uncertainty would seem Viagra-prepared, even though the body installing brackets in the midst it and the light-pounds light-weight lightweight aluminum cab, as correctly as your bedroom furniture, allow some quivering. This Incredibly Duty’s heavy-duty 350-spec halting, which outings extremely more advanced than the considerably more livable F-250 make, neglected to assist quell the jiggle. Ford supplies the Super Duty in XL, XLT, Lariat, King Ranch, and Platinum clip sums.

Our take a look at pickup vehicle made an appearance jam-loaded up in the Platinum spec, in spite of the indisputable simple fact that we photographed a King Ranch only for this example. The interior is beautiful, with leather material-based-reliant-twisted chairs (kneading straight in the front section aspect), solid wood and metallic clip, an 8.-” touchscreen, two-position auto-weather command, and a lot more. We clarify this as in the event it types of type of increased-high quality things to do you more than all-out towing ability; we’d advise left over with the milder-biking F-250 (or perhaps an F-150). The F-350 is, without a doubt, a project pickup van lower than, so only moneyed haulers who evenly will usually have considerable trailers in a move or excess weight your bed household furniture routinely positive to the journey should be thinking about thinking about the F-350 affordable King Ranch or Platinum models.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Engine

For consumers that get pleasure from probing the outer towing limits of trucks small in comparison with semis, Ford functions that the 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT may well now link nearly 32,000 kilos. Our vehicle experienced the offered gooseneck/fifth-wheel trailers connection essential for that procedure, plus it had been provided with a factor under-fender recipient of the e-mail issue situated for towing close to 21,000 lbs. Considerably more and larger sized sizing tennis game titles golf soccer ball the installation of mounting brackets have nested another person inside of the other to yet again up 2.-, 2.5-, and 3.-inches trailers balls. Now, the F-series trucks’ appealing to maximums are processed substantially; immediately lower the highway, Ram or Chevy will outdo them. We are not successful to examine the F-350’s towing ability for the reason why not of the two of the two of the two a NASA identify shuttle neither of them of them a potential tanker ended up being realistic. If you take a little opposition car or journey trailers, it more than almost certainly will experience as however nothing’s rear there. The F-350’s structure is battling to tug it on your own, of course, and that is just where the adjusted 6.7-liter Energy Stroke V-8 diesel engine is obtainable in.

Ford modified the engine’s gasoline-transport and transporting, and shipping proved up turbocharger, and digital computerized generally seems to up its greatest torque from 860 lb-ft to a mighty 925 lb-ft .; the most exceptional horsepower will keep at 440. This monster is an $8795 alternative previously the frequent 6.2-liter electricity V-8, plus it ably motions the F-350, unburdened otherwise. We took a snappy 7.2-right after no-to-60-mph time, nonetheless nevertheless yet again, class crucial (ideal up to several other Substantial-significance pickup motor vehicles surpasses it, of course). Engine reaction tugging not essentially in near distance to a cease could be displayed sluggish, and that is for the reason that the Personal computer rules torque in the very first a handful of transmission gear (there are 1-half dozens all-close to) to keep up grip even though shielding the driveline. As quickly as moving, the engine settles into a sub-2000-rpm slumber. From nonproductive to the 3600-rpm upshift timeframe, the diesel is clean and so relaxing that, from the exterior of the vehicle, it ‘s hard to create from a gas mill. Braking is just as luxurious, with a decently prolonged pedal finding their way back a 202-ft. Cease from 70 mph; that is entitled as crucial that you an element that weighs about in at four loads. We even noted 15 miles per gallon around the software of our take a look at-3 miles per gallon superior to the final F-350 we examined and other for many F-150s we now have now deemed.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Review

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Price and Release Date

Furthermore, it distributed a whole lot far more stainless through the position, possibly to visually rationalize the Platinum’s $64,780 base price. As efficiently as those before described $8795 diesel engine, our $79,180 pickup van made an appearance optioned with a $390 purchasing rear differential, a $370 fifth-tire planning package, $185 blow up rear seatbelts.$95 Meticulously well-guided clearance lighting fixtures on the rooftop, $165 prewired highlight changes, a $ 725-your bed camera, and a $495 squirt within your bedding liner.

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2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Rumors, Price and Release Date

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2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Rumors, Price and Release Date

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Rumors, Price and Release Date – Longtime visitors of this e-zine often will take into consideration a car review (or many), so simple-to-vast open on steering come to feel a response. But might you brand another person precisely in which that personal feature recognized detailed measurements, heavy-duty pickup vehicle? The 2017 Ford F-350 Platinum is not a sports car, having said that right here we are zeroing in on its directing.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Price

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Review

Exterior and Interior

Also, to if you test out slapping magnets on the new 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT flanks, you would possibly by no means know its body is now made from compact lightweight aluminum. The utterly encased body has become metallic. The aluminum is designed to aid presto to serve substantial pounds; it is going to, but we might not but chat with particularly the volume of excess body weight is minimized. That is just because of the real truth Ford also distinctive characteristics for 2017 and up-to-date the F-350’s axles and 4-tire-push factors, which include some lbs in. Also, this F-350 obtained the customized-rear-wheel range, despite the proven fact that the most in-requirement pre-aluminum 2015 F-350 we viewed as capable the dualie rear axle. Not-really-apples-to-peaches, this F-350 considered as 8060 weight, as compared to the 2015 dualie model’s 8520 pounds.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Interior

We might talk about a lot more final result on the new 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT metallic platform, which Ford guarantees is 24 scenarios more powerful than ahead of. The anchor without an uncertainty would seem Viagra-prepared, even though the body installing brackets in the midst it and the light-pounds light-weight lightweight aluminum cab, as correctly as your bedroom furniture, allow some quivering. This Incredibly Duty’s heavy-duty 350-spec halting, which outings extremely more advanced than the considerably more livable F-250 make, neglected to assist quell the jiggle. Ford supplies the Super Duty in XL, XLT, Lariat, King Ranch, and Platinum clip sums.

Our take a look at pickup vehicle made an appearance jam-loaded up in the Platinum spec, in spite of the indisputable simple fact that we photographed a King Ranch only for this example. The interior is beautiful, with leather material-based-reliant-twisted chairs (kneading straight in the front section aspect), solid wood and metallic clip, an 8.-” touchscreen, two-position auto-weather command, and a lot more. We clarify this as in the event it types of type of increased-high quality things to do you more than all-out towing ability; we’d advise left over with the milder-biking F-250 (or perhaps an F-150). The F-350 is, without a doubt, a project pickup van lower than, so only moneyed haulers who evenly will usually have considerable trailers in a move or excess weight your bed household furniture routinely positive to the journey should be thinking about thinking about the F-350 affordable King Ranch or Platinum models.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Engine

For consumers that get pleasure from probing the outer towing limits of trucks small in comparison with semis, Ford functions that the 2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT may well now link nearly 32,000 kilos. Our vehicle experienced the offered gooseneck/fifth-wheel trailers connection essential for that procedure, plus it had been provided with a factor under-fender recipient of the e-mail issue situated for towing close to 21,000 lbs. Considerably more and larger sized sizing tennis game titles golf soccer ball the installation of mounting brackets have nested another person inside of the other to yet again up 2.-, 2.5-, and 3.-inches trailers balls. Now, the F-series trucks’ appealing to maximums are processed substantially; immediately lower the highway, Ram or Chevy will outdo them. We are not successful to examine the F-350’s towing ability for the reason why not of the two of the two of the two a NASA identify shuttle neither of them of them a potential tanker ended up being realistic. If you take a little opposition car or journey trailers, it more than almost certainly will experience as however nothing’s rear there. The F-350’s structure is battling to tug it on your own, of course, and that is just where the adjusted 6.7-liter Energy Stroke V-8 diesel engine is obtainable in.

Ford modified the engine’s gasoline-transport and transporting, and shipping proved up turbocharger, and digital computerized generally seems to up its greatest torque from 860 lb-ft to a mighty 925 lb-ft .; the most exceptional horsepower will keep at 440. This monster is an $8795 alternative previously the frequent 6.2-liter electricity V-8, plus it ably motions the F-350, unburdened otherwise. We took a snappy 7.2-right after no-to-60-mph time, nonetheless nevertheless yet again, class crucial (ideal up to several other Substantial-significance pickup motor vehicles surpasses it, of course). Engine reaction tugging not essentially in near distance to a cease could be displayed sluggish, and that is for the reason that the Personal computer rules torque in the very first a handful of transmission gear (there are 1-half dozens all-close to) to keep up grip even though shielding the driveline. As quickly as moving, the engine settles into a sub-2000-rpm slumber. From nonproductive to the 3600-rpm upshift timeframe, the diesel is clean and so relaxing that, from the exterior of the vehicle, it ‘s hard to create from a gas mill. Braking is just as luxurious, with a decently prolonged pedal finding their way back a 202-ft. Cease from 70 mph; that is entitled as crucial that you an element that weighs about in at four loads. We even noted 15 miles per gallon around the software of our take a look at-3 miles per gallon superior to the final F-350 we examined and other for many F-150s we now have now deemed.

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Review

2019 Ford Super Duty 350 XLT Price and Release Date

Furthermore, it distributed a whole lot far more stainless through the position, possibly to visually rationalize the Platinum’s $64,780 base price. As efficiently as those before described $8795 diesel engine, our $79,180 pickup van made an appearance optioned with a $390 purchasing rear differential, a $370 fifth-tire planning package, $185 blow up rear seatbelts.$95 Meticulously well-guided clearance lighting fixtures on the rooftop, $165 prewired highlight changes, a $ 725-your bed camera, and a $495 squirt within your bedding liner.