#vintage camero

[bigredcamaro]

Documented Rebuild - Vintage Camaro Restoration | Big Red Camaro

Delve into the captivating journey of restoring our iconic red old Camaro. Witness the meticulous craftsmanship that preserves its legacy as one of the best American muscle cars and a symbol in historic racing cars. Experience every step of this vintage car restoration at Big Red Camaro's Documented Rebuild, where passion meets precision to revive automotive history.

[coopersphotos]

Los Angeles, CA

2024

[shieldofiron]

Ok because now is my time to ask:

Doctor!Billy who’s exhausted from a long double shift and his work boyfriend Nurse!Steve who’s also coming off shift but not as long a shift sees how bone tired Billy is and offers to drive him home so he doesn’t fall asleep at the wheel.

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Doctor AU part 4. See previous parts in the link.

Steve wasn't sure exactly what they were. They'd been DMing, though Billy only messaged Steve when he was off work. Steve had been thinking of sending his number. Maybe they could text?

They had never gone on a date, or anything. But Steve was hopeful. He was still waiting for them to meet in person. There wasn't much of a call for neurosurgeons to come down to the pediatrics wing, and Steve didn't want that to change.

But it would be nice to just... accidentally meet him in the cafeteria. Wave to him. Sit and talk and watch those pretty blue eyes dance, and listen to that smooth scratchy voice.

Steve had been crushing for a long time.

So when he noticed Dr. Hargrove standing at the door to his Camero and not moving, it wasn't anything that strange. Steve couldn't help noticing him, so he might as well enjoy the view. It was the end of the night shift, and the parking garage was moving slowly. Dr Hargrove's hair was getting long again, long curls piled into a big bun on the back of his head. Steve waited in his line to scan his badge out and slipped into the fantasy of getting to brush his fingers through that long hair.

Dr. Hargrove hadn't moved a muscle, even when the garage filled with honking car horns as Dr. Bauman attempted to bypass the line.

Steve rolled down his window and leaned out. It had been a long shift, maybe Steve was just imagining things. But the line was long... and Steve did want to meet him.

"Doctor Hargrove?" Steve called out.

He had his eyes closed, and didn't move.

"Doctor Hargrove!" Steve yelled, using the voice he'd perfected when working with teenagers.

Doctor Hargrove winced, and almost fell forward into the door of his mouthwatering vintage camero.

"You okay?" Steve asked.

Doctor Hargrove just looked at him, blue eyes blinking slowly.

"Where do you live?"

"Hawkin's Heights. By the bridge," Doctor Hargrove's voice was scratchy and sleepy. It sent a shiver up Steve's spine.

"That's not too far from me? Want a ride?" Steve blushed. It wasn't as if he could pretend not to have a crush. He was pretty sure that Doctor Hargrove had even seen the AMA where Steve had confessed to wandering by neurosurgery a few times after lunch hoping to run into him.

Doctor Hargrove's eyes slid across Steve's car, "I should be fine."

"Drowsy driving is just as dangerous as drunk driving," Steve said pertly, "But I'm sure you know that."

Doctor Hargrove looked truly lost, his massive shoulders hunching close, protectively.

"I promise... just because I have a crush on you doesn't mean I can't behave myself." It just... came out of his mouth. Steve blushed all the way up to his hairline, and Doctor Hargrove's mouth fell open.

But then Doctor Hargrove straightened, picking up his messenger bag like it was a clutch, and headed towards the passenger's seat of Steve's car.

He must have worked a long shift. His sweat-tinged, cigarette fueled scent filled Steve's senses, and it was all Steve could do to not whimper. He kept his eyes on the road, though he could feel Doctor Hargrove's eyes on him. He could feel the heat rolling off of that body, Steve swore he could.

When they rolled up to the scanning plate, Doctor Hargrove spoke again, his deep rumbling voice rolling across every surface.

"You have trouble behaving, Nurse Harrington? We can work on that."

[antonjesus]

Vintage Early 90's Chevrolet Commercials S-Series, Camero and more - Lik...

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[eamonart]

#throughbackthursday Some years ago @shoutfactory had me draw the art for their M.A.S.K. DVD sets. One of my better DVD covers I think. #mask #hasbro #toys #retro #80s #kenner #cartoon #saturdaymorningcartoons #saturdaymornings #vintage #actionfigures #camero #dodge #truck #transform #illusion https://www.instagram.com/p/B1MM2IcgBNv/?igshid=1xy6k4jsn7llf

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[hot-celsius]

Went to a small car show today.

[bigredcamaro]

Engines of Big Red - Iconic 1969 Camaro Powerhouses

Explore the Engines of Big Red, featuring legendary 1969 Camaro engines. From the vintage Camaro's Bullet Engine to the Elephant Engine, discover the power and history that define these iconic powerhouses. Dive into the world of muscle car excellence and racing history.

[victorianchap]

🔸 Portrait of Archibald Camero and Mary Hillier, 1865 by : Julia Margaret Cameron. #victorianchaps #goodolddays #juliamargaretcameron #retro #victorian #vintage #nostalgia #oldphoto #portrait #pastlives #history #1860s https://www.instagram.com/p/Caogo_mAFvn/?utm_medium=tumblr

[blueseyforthesoul]

Out the Window: @czernsgiving Day 5

Noah often found himself on the Aglionby campus these days. Something about the energy had changed around the place and it called to him. 

Barrington Whelk had returned from university with a teaching certificate and a job offer and at first, Noah thought it was him that had pulled him back to this place he once called home. 

But then he saw him. 

He was sitting in Whelk’s classroom, considering writing something on the chalkboard — he was much better at haunting these days — when he looked out the window and his eyes caught on the boy. 

A quintessential Aglionby student, the boy had nicely coiffed hair, golden tan skin with a sharp jawline and bright smile. He wore his Aglionby sweater and slacks with Sperry Top Siders and laughed easily with a group of other boys. 

It had been six years but he still knew the boy. It was the same one he had once saved on the ley line, all grown up. 

The energy around him pulsed with potential and Noah knew why he was back at Aglionby. 

For once, he was thankful for the fact that he had died in his Aglionby sweater, as he pulled the energy around him to manifest physically as he ran to catch up with the group. 

As he blended into their crowd, he listened for clues of who the boy was. One boy called him “Dick”, another called him “Gansey.” Noah smiled and followed the inane schoolboy chatter he hadn’t known he’d missed. 

When they reached the parking lot, the rest of the boys broke off, leaving only Dick Gansey and the tall boy with the shaved head. They made their way to a vintage orange Camero and Noah hurried to follow. 

“Wait up, guys!” he called, making sure he was rooting his voice in the real world. For a moment, they were confused, but as Noah pushed his energy into them, their brows smoothed and Gansey clapped him on the shoulder. 

“Noah! There you are.”

Noah smiled at them and climbed into the backseat of the car, firmly in their group. The energy to add himself to their lives was exhausting, so he just sat in the back and listened as Gansey talked to the other boy, Ronan he learned, about ley lines and Glendower of all things. 

Noah just smiled and watched the scenery go by. 

When they arrived at their destination, Noah gawked. 

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” 

It was a huge building, some sort of manufacturing plant if Noah had to guess, with tall windows on the top floor. Gansey led the way up a flight of stairs and into the space. It was mostly open with three doors off to one side. 

“I was thinking now that the kitchen is done we should decide how to do the bedrooms,” Gansey was saying, waving his arm as he spoke. 

Ronan yelled “dibs” and ran towards one of the doors. Gansey just laughed and turned to Noah. 

“You want the other room?” he asked. 

Noah frowned. He hadn’t meant to move in with them, but he supposed the ley line energy had decided that for him. 

“I don’t mind having my bed in the main space, I promise.” Gansey smiled winningly. “It will give me more room to spread out anyways.

“Um, sure,” Noah said, opening the middle door and finding an empty room obviously only recently cleaned. How was he going to get furniture to fill it?

“Perfect, it’s decided, then. I’m going to put in the furniture order this evening, anything you need?” 

“Oh, um, just the basics I guess.”

“Great. And you told the headmaster you’re leaving the dorms? Ronan and I did earlier today but we couldn’t find you,” Gansey said.

He had really inserted himself well, hadn’t he? Even if it had mostly been by accident.

“Yes, I did.”

“Perfect. Nino’s for dinner?”

“I’m down,” Ronan interjected, emerging from the other room. “Noah?”

Noah shrugged, he could feel himself fading. He wasn’t sure how much time he had left. “I’ve got some homework, can you drop me back on campus?”

“Sure,” Gansey smiled. “Let’s go.”

As he followed Gansey from the building he caught a glimmer of the energy that had drawn Noah in, maybe the same energy that Noah had put there over six years ago.

He was where he was meant to be. 

(chapter on ao3)

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Beacon Hill Camero earrings.

[drlwis]

loud  &  defeaning  silence  (  nonverbal  prompts  )  -  ACCEPTING  .             console.    ›      @folkesange​

 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙵  𝙸𝚂  𝙰  𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  .  she  often  wonders  if  she  feels  it  correctly  .  or  if  she’s  merely  observing  it  from  the  outside  :  an  observer  ,  only  party  to  her  own  selfishness  .  a  sob  ,  half  -  stifled  ,  leaks  from  darcy’s  lips  and  shocked  eyes  blink  :  once  ,  twice  .   the  unfamiliarity  of  crying  with  grief  instead  of  rage  seems  to  almost  shock  her  out  of  tears  .  (  she  doesn’t  remember  crying  when  her  parents  died  .   grief   hadn’t   quite  felt  like  the  right  emotional  response  -  a  ten  year  old’s  hand  clenched  in  anger  .  ) 

her  uncle  hadn’t  been  the  best  of  father  figures  .  but  he  had  been  there  ,  had  patched  her  skinned  knees  ,  had  lectured  her  first  boyfriend  on  being  a  gentleman  (  only  after  he’d  felt  her  up  in  the  sweaty  ,  smoldering  backseat  of  his  dad’s  vintage  camero  )  ,  and  most  importantly  ?  had  picked  her  up  from  the  airport  when  she  had  returned  to  virginia  with  her  proverbial   tail  tucked  ‘tween  her  legs  .

she’s  angry  still  :  nails  digging  crescents  into  her  somewhat  calloused  palms  .  the  world  had  changed  so  much  .  couldn’t  darcy  ask  it  for  a  win  ?  an  opportunity  in  which  she  would  not  be  in  her  aunt’s  house  -  shrouded  in  grief  .  not  quite  capable  of  deflecting  with  humor  or  of  wiping  her  own  tears  .  she  supposes  it’s  a  good  thing  that  jane  is  there  to  wipe  them  for  her  . 

she’s  not  surprised  she’d  come  .  her  fist  presses  against  her  eyes  -  in  an  attempt  to  still  the  tears  that  flow  .  and  she  is  wordless  as  she  draws  her  friend  into  a  hug  .  her  silence  is  grateful  ,  eyes  meeting  hers  as  the  edges  of  her  mouth  aim  (  and  miss  )   a  smile  .   ❝    thank  you  .      ❞

[diecastcarzer]

Vintage Micro Machines 1969 Camero Hot Rod Black https://ift.tt/3gUDGUs