#volkswagon van

[2022dirt]

Someone merged an RV and a Volkswagen Beetle together.

[sutherlandspiritofficial]

[clemsblog]

[planeyboys]

Inktober 18 the VW Hotwheel sitting on my desk

[automospeedcrew]

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[lastofthepencilpushers]

Peace, Love, and a Big 10-4

This Volkswagen T1 Transporter has what one might call a "melding of the decades": a '50s-era vehicle with a '60s-era paint job and graphics and a CB radio from the '70s. And the "handle" (vehicle code name) sounds appropriate for this radical ride: "Flower Power". How would you like to see this wildly-colored set of wheels on the same highway as you're on? I'll bet it might be a dangerous distraction for you!

This "blast from the past" has been my idea for a mod model car ever since I saw the kit at a local car show. I figured the aftermarket decals would be appropriate for the kit. Hope you "dig it"!

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[kirnet]

my modern kotor au no one asked for:

set in and around las vegas, split between rival spice running mobs the revanchists and the mandalorians, the law of the republic, and encroaching group the sith

on top of leading the revanchists revan is also a undefeated street racer (motorcycle helmet = revan mask). they still cut malak's jaw off bc thats very sexy of them

canderous starts out as a mando thug but after having to survive on the run with revan for a bit he and the revanchists establish a working relationship once he takes over

atton is a cardshark / gas station employee trying to avoid detection after defecting from the revanchists

the ebon hawk is a fucked up volkswagon van. license plate EBNHAWK. it is ugly as shit.

T3 is a shih tzu and HK is revan's beloved doberman pinscher

mira is still a bounty hunter. she wears a lot of camo cargo pants

mission is just some kid that revan took a liking to and took under their wing. can't decide if zalbaar is a newfoundland or a full lumberjack human man

juhani is a member of revan's new crew after leaving the city goverment

carth is like. a cop or something. he would be. bastila might also start as one and then get pulled into the life. or she's some psychologist/social worker who is consulting after being entrusted with an amnesiac revan's care

disciple is a history grad student who recently moved into the area and started going to the casinos. actually an undercover republic agent trying to catch them in a sting operation. brianna is a spy sent in by atris, who's part of the city government

visas is a sith assassin thats causing problems for the revanchists and destabilizing them

bao dur. beloved mechanic. used to be part of the revanchist crew but he's since left and mostly spends his time living in the desert and defending the land from developers

goto is also there ig but everyone's too busy for that

kreia is completely unchanged and she still has the force. no one questions that she is the only one operating under star wars rules. she still wants the death of the force and no one understands what that means except for the exile who had a really bad spice trip and now has a harry du bois understanding that theyre in a fictional reality

[sturniolo-rat]

Too Sweet: Prologue

Matthew Sturniolo X Reader

A/N: I did a poll to see if y’all wanted this but I already had it written so it was a trick question 😌😌😌💕

Contains: literally nothing, no smut no fluff just story

TW: alcohol abuse?, drunk driving, existential dread

Matt is an optimistic do gooder on his way to Redwood University to start his masters degree. He’s far from home but he feels like the world is at his fingertips.

Cricket is a high school drop out going nowhere fast. She’s deeply unhappy with her job as a bartender at a tavern frequented by Dungeons and Dragons larpers.

They can’t help but feel drawn to each other, but is he too sweet for her?

This is what they were doing the morning of the day they met.

Y/N’s Pov

It’s 8 am on a Tuesday. I take a shot of fireball in preparation for my 12 hour shift at The Enchanted Mushroom Tavern and Inn. It is a belief commonly held that taverns and inns only exist in dungeons and dragons. This is false, as all well loved imaginary things come to life with time. That’s a fancy way of saying this place was built for people who LARP and I have to pretend I’m a medieval bar wench.

I squeeze myself into my costume that consists of an off white shirt with puffy off the shoulder sleeves, a mossy green skirt with a tattered and uneven hem, and a brown corset over top that I will note is Elizabethan and not medieval. The woefully inaccurate uniform isn’t the worst part of the job though. While at work my name is no longer Y/N it’s Petronella Epworth the fucking third and I wear the dumbass name tag to prove it.

“Let’s go, Phoebe!” I yell from our living room. I’ve never been a patient woman. Not even when we were kids. We met in kindergarten when she was hesitant going down the big slide at the park and I decided she was taking too long and pushed her. I’m bitch but I’m an insanely efficient, hardworking bitch that gets what she wants.

“Give me a minute!” She’s been working at the Tavern with me for a year and a half, and I’m always 15 minutes early for work. Because we carpool, she is always 15 minutes early for work, which has given her a reputation of reliability that she does not deserve. Phoebe has a few redeeming qualities to make up for her flakiness. When I need her, and she actually shows up, she’s unreasonably nurturing. One time, when I got sick after I dropped out of high school, she played hooky and stayed in my family’s trailer to take care of me. She brought ingredients for homemade soup and blankets. Nice blankets, too, the fleece ones that go on sale around Christmas time. The book she stole from her mother’s collection to read to me was the highlight of my week. It was called “My Alpha Mate.” The main character was an omega, and her love interest was an alpha. I think they were like werewolves or something. It was extremely smutty.

“I’ll just wait in the car, then!” There’s a loud thud as I close the front door. My van is objectively shitty. It’s a 1998 Nissan Quest that I’ve named Ted. I do, however, feel that if you’re 24 and own a van, you ought to be either a mother or a hippie with that cool Volkswagon. My vehicle doesn’t match me at all, but at least he carts around all the shit I own that doesn’t fit in my apartment. While I wait in the driver’s seat, I take a swig from the flask I keep in the car—fireball, of course, always fireball. I take a long look at myself in my rearview mirror and wonder what I’m doing with my life.

Matt’s Pov

It’s 8 am on a Tuesday and the sun is shining down on me through the sunroof of my car. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I already know it’s one of my brothers.

We’re triplets and have never been apart for more than 3 days at a time. When I was getting my bachelors degree they got an apartment two blocks away from my dorm. Chris and Nick never went to college and started a clothing brand called Fresh Love and a chapstick brand called Space Camp. Safe to say my lips are well moisturized. I’m actually wearing gray Fresh Love sweatpants right now. They’re very comfortable and perfect for long drives. I’m embarking on a 10 hour road trip to my new apartment near Redwood University where I will be studying for the next 5 years. My brothers think I’m absolutely insane for moving this far away from home.

“Chris, you know I hate answering the phone while I’m driving.” He does this on purpose to piss me off, but when I get into an accident because he divided my attention, he’s going to be sorry.

“Dude, did you know Red U’s mascot is a booby.”

“Yes, I did.” I most certainly did not know that.

Nick chimes in because, of course, Nick is there too. They’re never far apart. “Okay, but, listen to me when I say this, Matt, it’s a blue-footed booby at Red U.” He puts emphasis on blue and red. “Doesn’t that bother you? It bothers us!”

“Why on earth would that bother me? I’m not going for the sports anyway.” It bothers me a great deal. I can’t believe I have to rep the Redwood blue-footed boobies. This will surely tarnish the Sturniolo family name.

“Shut up!” says Chris. “I know it bothers you, and that’s why you have to turn that car around immediately and come back home.”

“Chrissy, I love you and Nick the most, but I have to go. I’ve got a scholarship and a once-in-a-lifetime internship.” Red U is home to one of the most prestigious research labs in America, and I have an internship there. It’s the whole reason I applied to the university; the scholarship was just an added bonus—the perks of being a straight-A student.

He groans, “I know. We know you’re going to go out and do great things.”

We’re just gonna miss our little Mattmallow,” adds Nick in that weird baby voice people use sometimes. My heart sinks at the use of my childhood nickname.

“I’m gonna miss you guys too.” More than I’ve missed anyone ever.

“Alright, man. I’m gonna leave you alone. I know you hate talking and driving,” Nick says, and I know he’s feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Love you, guys.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

The line goes dead and I know I should feel some sort of sadness but really I just feel loved. I am deeply loved, my future is bright, and I feel like today is an omen.

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[aquato-family-circus]

someone should rly like. make a compilation of all the timelines/historical references in psychonauts/ror/pn2.

not trying to tie it all together.

not speculating on anything.

just cold hard lines of text like the infamous stump history at camp

or demonstrations of provable era specific technology/visual influences (ie Helmut's obvious volkswagon van & beatles yellow submarine influence)

[withinthebrain]

Get in the Car

Road trip Part 1:

The sun was just beginning to rise as the van rumbled onto the highway, marking the start of their 13-hour journey to the mountains.

James, with his hands firmly on the wheel of his Volkswagon van, began the early morning drive. Paisley sat in the front passenger seat, her hand on James's leg, her fingers tapping to the tune of the music. Dennis lounged in the backseat, sprawled out with his phone in hand.

“Ready for an adventure, Love?” James asked, glancing over at Paisley with a grin.

“Always,” she replied, giving her husband's leg a quick squeeze.

James smiled and changed the music to his road trip playlist. The first few hours passed with easy conversation, reminiscing about past shenanigans. As the miles passed, the landscape changed from flat plains to tree covered hills. The sky was a quiet blue dotted with perfect, fluffy clouds.

At one point, Paisley twisted in her seat to face Dennis, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You look bored back there. Want some company?”

Dennis raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Sure, why not?”

With a playful wink at James, Paisley unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed into the backseat, making a show of squeezing between the seats. She settled beside Dennis, her thigh brushing against his. James watched in the rearview mirror, his curiosity piqued.

“What are you up to, Paiisley?” he called over his shoulder, trying to keep his tone casual.

“Oh, just keeping Dennis entertained,” she replied innocently, though the glint in her eyes suggested otherwise.

Dennis placed his phone aside, his attention fully on Paisley now. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered something that made him laugh softly. James kept glancing in the mirror, torn between focusing on the road and the tantalizing scene unfolding behind him.

Paisley’s hand moved to Dennis’s thigh, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles. Dennis responded by sliding his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips met in a heated kiss, and soon Dennis’s hands were exploring paisley's body. She moaned softly, her body arching into his touch as he cupped her breasts.

James shifted in his seat, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel. The sight of them together was electrifying, making it difficult to concentrate. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain a semblance of control.

“Don’t get too carried away back there,” he warned, though his voice lacked conviction.

Paisley giggled, breaking the kiss to glance at James. “Jealous, are we?”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, stealing another look in the mirror.

Paisley’s hand slipped into Dennis’s pants. James’s knuckles whitened on the wheel, his own cock hard.

Paisley rubbed her hand over Dennis's hard length, her eyes locked on James in the mirror. "Eyes on the road," she reminded him.

James took a deep breath before responding, "You are going to be in big trouble when I am not driving."

Paisley raised her shirt over her head, only her thin bra hiding her round breasts. She slid her pants down, and Dennis's eyes bulged as he noticed she was not wearing underwear.

Dennis reached around Paisley, unclasping her bra. He lowered his mouth to her breast and slid his hand between her legs.

Dennis trailed his tongue from Paisley's belly button down her stomach. His strong hand against the small of her back held her to his mouth, and she arched in pleasure at the flick of his tongue.

"Dennis," she breathed, her voice barely audible, "don't stop."

Dennis's lips curved into a wicked smile as he continued, his fingers moving with purpose. " You like that, huh?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Paisley nodded intently, her fingers twisting in his hair holding his mouth to her. Her hips lurched as Dennis rubbed his thumb over her nipple.

With a low chuckle, Dennis leaned in closer, his lips against her ear. "Just wait until we get to the cabin," he said, causing goosebumps to cover Paisley's skin.

[vintagecandy]

So what's next for you, project wise?

Well!!! Currently I'm supposed to be animating Adam for his animation meme, ( or I call it that, its more like an AMV when I do it lol ) much like Joli Love's one, because I want to do more animated things and I want to test his story's setting a bit, see how I feel about doing more with it

And if I really like it, I did.... vaguely promise I'd make a sticker set inspired by him. If I can think of stickers people would want to buy lol.

BUT If you're wondering where I've been, unfortunately I have not animated anything. I ran into a problem with the printer for my etsy store and spent half a month finding a replacement. ( The print quality is just fantastic now though, thank god ), and I had finals and all that--

But I've just now gotten back to drawing Adam... but that's only the start before I animate, because I have to do some actual concept art-ing for once. Since I am more semi-concerned about canon when it comes to him. And I plan to slightly redesign Jude, possibly design a few of his other followers, design a consistent interior for his van based on a real world volkswagon bus, and more Assorted Things

BUT first..... I just have to doodle him. Because its been ages since I've drawn him consistently! Luckily he's one of the only characters I have that have a turn around reference drawn for him already, that is really helping, but still I feel rusty at drawing... in general lol

So the first thing I'm bound to post next is just a small doodle page trying to get a feel for his highly yellow aesthetic again c:

I know this is going to read as rambling nonsense, but thank you for the interest, hope that explains lol !

[sutherlandspiritofficial]

[alittlesilhouettoofaman]

Sneak Peek of Sail Away's Next Chapter

Freddie picked up a stuffed cat, that looked an awful lot like Delilah, and hugged it. “Rog, what are we going to name them?”

“Who?” Roger asked. 

“Our babies!” Freddie exclaimed. “We’re having babies! And they don’t have names yet!”

“There’s still plenty of time, Fred,” Roger said soothingly. He could barely keep up with all of Freddie’s mood swings, but he knew it wasn’t healthy to allow the Omega to dwell in his distress. “How bout we bounce some names off each other?” 

Nodding, Freddie grabbed a pair of baby socks. 

“I was thinking we could name one of the pups after your mum,” Roger said. 

And once again, Freddie was crying. “Really? But what about your mum?”

“I don’t really want anyone calling our baby Winnie the Pooh.” Roger shrugged. “Maybe, Winnifred could be one of their middle names.”

“We don’t even know what we’re having yet.” Freddie pouted, his big brown eyes welling with tears. 

“We’ll know soon, and I’m convinced we’re gonna have a girl.” Roger grinned. 

“Well, then I’m convinced we’ll have a boy!” Freddie giggled. “Maybe, Brian or John Jr.”

Roger laughed, imagining a little boy with Freddie’s mischief chasing after his favorite uncles. “Something sensible? I’m shocked, Fred. I could’ve sworn you’d name our child Destiny or Fortuna.”

“Like you’re one to talk! You’d probably name our pups Ford or Ferarri!” 

Roger laughed. “Volkswagon, actually. In honor of our old van.”

Freddie slapped his arm. “No, I absolutely forbid you to name our baby after a car!”

“Aw, c’mon baby,” Roger crooned. “You know I’m in love with my car!”

[lying-on-floors]

No, shut up! I’m a sucker for roadtrips in media and real life (depending on who you go with) 

Now, IMAGINE: Claire redfield, her best friend, Leon Kennedy and Leon’s boyfriend, Luis Serra Navarro, decide to take a year off their university life and go on a cross country road trip. Chris redfield, Claire’s older brother, felt uneasy letting the three go alone, so he “reluctantly” went along as self proclaimed “chaperone.” They drive in an old volkswagon van and stop at different motels, resturaunts and anything else that draws their eyes. 

SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP! THE SHENANIGANS! If I could keep up with a concise story, it would be over for you bitches. Also can you tell Little Miss Sunshine is my favorite movie?

[stigmvtas]

PHILOMENA BRONTE CARMICHAEL — ABRIDGED.

welcome to marina, PHILOMENA BRONTE CARMICHAEL ( nonbinary, they/them ) ! they are a TWENTY FOUR year old who has lived over on EVERYWHERE for TWO WEEKS and works as a FREELANCER. everyone says they look a lot like NATALIA DYER. what do you think? — JAMES, 24, THEY/THEM, EST.

MENTIONS OF CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION, DEREALIZATION, AND DEATH.

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full name: philomena brontë carmichael.

birthday: april 20th, 1999..

astrology: taurus sun, scorpio moon, aries ascending.

sexuality: demisexual.

currently listening to: bells ring by mazzy star.

last known location: [[[cannot be found]]]

PINTEREST.

brief history.

born to two eccentric university professors: christopher, teaching 1800s british literature, and imogen, teaching classics. the fourth born out of six - lysander, elektra, juno, and the twins orion and valora.

cancer; as a child philly was diagnosed with ependymoma, a brain tumor; got lucky, and after months to a year of treatment they were in remission, and it never came back.

kind of a haunting, victorian-esque child; very quiet, and rarely spoke. spent most of their time outside, staring at leaves or the sky. her family loved them all the same.

philly idolized their older sister, elektra, especially - always thought she was the coolest person to exist, ever.

idolized her to the point where when elektra, aged 21, wanted to travel to the states in her shitty volkswagon van - philly, aged 15, stowed away in the very back and wasn't found until they were a ferry's ride and several states away from marina.

their parents were reasonably upset but not wanting to stifle their children, wound up accepting the ordeal as long as philly continued school online.

philly and elektra have been traveling together ever since. they rarely return home to marina - and elektra keeps more in touch than philly does; they're just not fussed, knows they'll always be a close family.

they take up odd jobs wherever they go, whether it's selling their handmade wares or faking welding certifications or losing children on a babysitting job or nearly setting fire to a diner's kitchen. they make money to get by - with the help of a five finger discount and the classic dine n dash.

after being wanted criminals in both texas and florida - a long story - philly and elektra brought their good ol van, florence, on the ferry back to marina. florence lasted a good two days before breaking down completely, leaving the two stranded on the island.

facts & temperaments.

has a very quiet, gravelly voice that seems to travel with ease, like a warning from the woods. this is because philly is a chronic smoker.

often underestimated because they look like a lost victorian child with a frail frame and wide, unblinking eyes. never blinks. like ever.

despite often looking expressionless, philly is known to smile on occasion. but they've never laughed or cried in their life.

talks to the trees and the grass and every fungi and bug they come across like they can understand them. talks about a lot of different things, often the mystical. believes in every superstition, and every folklore, and just about any non-harmful conspiracy. the moon IS made of cheese, your honor.

takes luck very seriously and has a few treasured good luck items; the primary one being a pale, yellow ribbon that is usually tied to either them or an article of their clothing.

trauma / depersonalization / derealization / death; experienced an extremely traumatic event with their sister, juno, when they were kids. long story short - they went off a hiking trail, and found a body. this caused philly to develop a combination of depersonalization and derealization disorder, which often mess with their perceivement of reality. everything feels dreamlike, and philly often feels outside of themself.

but anyways! is very deadpan, monotone. talks about the positives the same as the negatives, and usually has a reason behind their every action even if the reason is unknown / unfathomable to others.

they wound up dropping out of high school when they were 17 but they did get a GED. they're smart just so uninterested in school as a concept. thinks it's restrictive and hates feeling trapped or caged in.

apathetic towards most situations and people, but it's not a pessimistic apathetic. philly is just a very detached person, for the most part. there are the occasional exceptions. also loves a good knock-knock joke, or pun, but will still never laugh. just finds them really enjoyable.

keeps a shoebox of memories that are just sentimental bits and bots and other good luck charms.

owns a motorola razr covered in puffy sticker. TEXTS IN ALL CAPS ONLY. emoticons all the way.

always covered in scratches or bruises from their adventures. insomniac usually found walking the night.

style depends on what they've thrifted, patched up, re-donated, etc. always changing, never stagnant. usually wearing loose clothing. usually barefoot (yuck!). makes their own jewelry and other hand-crafts.

mostly just steals from store n dines n dashes but is trying to not get arrested they do not have the bail money rn while florence is getting fixed.

couch-surfing or motel living right now bc they don't want to return to their hillside manor. can usually find their way into a stranger's home for the night, though nothing occurs. sometimes they don't even know they're there!

usually has 3 different wild animals with them at all times. big fan of rats and raccoons. they train them to do fun little tricks and is trying to start a cruelty-free animal circus.

[plantdonutwrites]

i would very much love for the oc asks for bree-bee: 5, 8, 22, 23, 47, and 60

thank you so much! 🌻🎨🐌

05. What’s their most useless, weirdest, or least marketable skill?

she has… so many. The first thing to come to mind is that she likes to make her own paper fortune tellers for fun, including color schemes and descriptions. They are usually random and utterly counter productive (as opposed to deliberate and productive paper fortune tellers). You know, those things that you would make in elementary school.

08. If they were an animal, which one would they be? Which one would they think they’d be?

i think bree thinks that she would be a platypus since that’s her favorite animal, but i hold firm that she would be a golden retriever with a bit more energy than your average golden retriever. that’s just her as a person, her essence if you will.

22. are they a dog person or a cat person — or something else?

bree appreciates and loves both; in her old neighborhood, a cat named ‘cool bean’ would come by often to sunbathe on her porch or be fed, and so she has fond memories of him. sometimes dogs can scare her by being too loud or energetic, but more often than not she is a fan of both! bree didn’t really have her own pets growing up, but she was constantly surrounded by all kinds of other peoples’ pets, ranging from cats to dogs, to rabbits, guinea pigs and hamsters, to chickens and ducks… the list goes on.

23. what’s one childhood memory they’ve never forgotten?

there was a period of time when bree was very young where she and her mother, june, were essentially homeless and slept over at many people’s houses and traveled everywhere, living out of their volkswagon van. a lot of times, this sort of living situation would spell disaster or even go so far as to create childhood trauma, but bree was very lucky in that sense. june made a lot of friends with good, warm, supportive and open minded people. they lived like that for a few years until bree’s grandfather passed away and june inherited enough money to be able to buy them a house in portland, oregon.

47. are they an early bird or a night owl? 

most definitely an early bird! bree has been naturally waking up every day around 5 am for as long as she’s been alive, regardless of what time she goes to bed. she enjoys watching the sun rise and having long, productive mornings.

60. What are some of their simple pleasures?

bumblebees lazily flying from flower to flower. sunny spring days. the smell of freshly cut grass. hot apple cider in a pretty mug. the feeling of paint or wet clay in her hands. making wishes on dandelions and blowing them away. unexpected hugs. glow in the dark star decals. people watching. giant sunflowers. pairing bananas and nutella together. collecting small things from nature like rocks and mushrooms. the texture of softly worn paint brush bristles. the color yellow. when natural light shining through a window creates a rainbow, or rainbows after it rains. words of affirmation that are laced with kindness. making friendship bracelets. peeling an orange and being able to share it. peanut butter.