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scottycheeseburger · 1 year ago
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Really stupid gay movie I'm into right now (you guys should watch it)
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jasperjv · 2 years ago
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Hot take. In the Walance ship, I do not at all think that Lance would be the one to propose to Walter, for him to squee over.
It seems to me that the entire point and defining characteristics of the characters are about Lance being too emotionally reserved, juxtaposed with Walter proving that he is a mature, grown man in his own important and unique way.
This is a defining characteristic of his Zillennial generation which he thematically embodies in the film. I was born in '96 and have had the same problems, so that is extremely personally important to me and a large part of why I love Spies in Disguise.
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(After Dana got married to the Violinist)
Peter: I’m not jealous, I’m envious. Jealousy is when you worry someone will take what you have. Envy is wanting what someone else has. What I feel is envy.
Egon: [checking in a dictionary] Wow, he’s right.
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avintageproject · 2 months ago
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Sophia Loren photographed by Wallace Seawell, circa 1959
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moviegroovies · 22 days ago
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*shows up to the ghostbusters fandom after approximately 4653242345436 years of radio silence with 1500 words of my messy toxic dana/peter/ray thesis*
timeline: peter and ray meet at columbia in the 70's. they form a long-standing, on again/off again situationship and are lowkey the unspoken loves of each others' lives. around the time that ghostbusters starts up, ray grows tired of the status quo (never content with taking the scraps of peter's affection while he gives no concessions to ray in his pervasive womanizing) and peter meets... well, the other love of his life. maybe.
dana barrett.
they see each other for a few months, until she breaks it off when he starts to take her for granted (treating her the way he treats ray? anyone?), and ray puts his foot down around the time of the inevitable rebound game that peter always tries to play. so peter's alone, for really the first time since college, both of the people he loves best having told him that the way he loves is unacceptable (and it was!). maybe he even does some self-reflection to this tune. dana marries andre wallance, and they're well suited... for a while. well, they have work in common. not much else, it turns out. it's at this time that dana starts to realize that she may never have been interested in men at all, which doesn't immediately become the problem she fears that it might; they only rarely have sex, and it gets easier and easier for her to make excuses. he has affairs--other musicians--and she doesn't even have to pretend not to care. the realization that it genuinely doesn't affect her makes dana more sad than the fact that her husband is stepping out on her on a weekly basis. she gets a little wistful. and at the same time... she does want a baby.
andre doesn't want the strain on his career. dana can drop out, if she wants, but (and he does respect her somewhat as an artist) it'd be a damn shame, wasting talent like hers on something as mundane as motherhood. furious and hurt, dana packs up and leaves--and doesn't really know where to go afterward. her first thought is peter--she even kind of surprises herself with that one. only, when she tries to get in touch with him, she meets egon instead... he himself being a little fed up with venkman at the moment (these being the early days of his relationship with ray, in which peter is an undeniable spectral presence, no matter how much ray knows egon deserves better than second-best). when she explains her situation, he proposes an obvious solution: leave him. there are other ways to conceive a child. artificial insemination, and so forth. lonely, a little sad, and starved for companionship, dana proposes over a bottle of wine that they just... do it the old-fashioned way. he's a little surprised, but takes her up on it--not being overly constrained by societal restrictions and not opposed to pleasure-seeking on occasion. when she wakes up, dana feels somewhat foolish, but egon is courteous with her. she goes back to andre, who didn't even know she left. she tries to make it work for several more months, but in her heart it was over from then on. when dana finds that she is pregnant, she knows two things: that the baby is egon's, and she's not disappointed by that.
andre is offered a job in england and tries to move her there. dana refuses, but they don't part badly; he doesn't want custody (not with his career shaping up the way it has), and she doesn't bother telling him that the baby isn't is.
then, you know, ghostbusters 2 happens. poor oscar gets involved with vigo, and in the aftermath, dana does tell egon that he's a father. he doesn't grow paternal, exactly, but he does insist on paying her child support (though dana insists it isn't necessary), and follows oscar's life in a distant, but affectionate way. peter and dana reunite, and though they don't pick up their romantic relationship, she does appreciate the change in him. years later, andre comes back from england, perhaps with a new society wife, perhaps with a plateau in his career, and gets it in his mind that he wants to be a father to oscar. dana rejects the notion pretty soundly; incensed, andre challenges her in court, citing the lack of a male role model in "his" son's life and even potentially uncovering information about dana's sparse lesbian affairs, though she's kept them incredibly low-key for fear of exactly this. she actually does think about bringing egon in and petitioning the court for a dna test, but fears his recent shacking up with ray stantz might hurt her case rather than help her--instead, who to call but her old flame, peter venkman.
they get married (a sexless, but affectionate, lavender marriage) over the course of the custody battle, partially to throw off suspicion, partially for security. venkman has mellowed out somewhat, loves oscar and is good with him--even as he's growing up into somewhat of a sullen, rebellious teenager--and, rather than leveraging their positions into a resurrection of their past physical relationship, respects dana's sexuality and autonomy and cheerfully encourages her to pursue the women she falls in with. after things calm down a bit, dana has a couple of flings with some younger women and colleagues; venkman very quietly never takes advantage of their open marriage. maybe it's the catholic in him--he still sees it as a sacred thing. they all start to get used to a new normal, an acceptable stasis... and then, egon leaves.
he leaves everyone, of course, no notice, no warning, but he especially leaves ray. his bed is empty. in one blow, he loses his colleague, his husband, his second-oldest friend. and like dana, he's left with no one to turn to but peter venkman.
(this is the part that makes me crazy. hi.)
ray shows up at their apartment drunk, jealous. on the worst day of your life, how do you react to the fact that your 20-year situationship/the great love of your life (husband be damned), who you gave up on because he would never marry you... settled down and got married? and is an upstanding and loyal husband to a woman you know is a lesbian? so maybe it was just you he couldn't love?? dana, to some extent, is always THAT BARRETT WOMAN to ray, no matter how much he likes her on a personal level, or how guilty that lingering seed of resentment makes him feel. when they first met, she was just another fling to pull venkman away from him, and it's hard for him to acknowledge that over two decades, she's become a lot more than that. there's hurt on peter's side, too: ray, remember, cut him off. he, too, saw (sees?) ray as the love of his life. and it's not ABOUT his pain right now, not when he's long acknowledged that spengs was good for him (right up until, well, this)... but it is sort of a power moment for him, the knife handed back. egon left. it wasn't ray's fault, but it wasn't supposed to be like this with egon--peter's the one who was always going to leave him, but here he is. he's not going anywhere. and ray wants him--needs him--to make it stop hurting, but peter... is married. a great joke that cuts ray open; peter venkman, the monogamist. anger, from venkman. ray could have had this, but he didn't want it. [want him.] ray was protecting himself. peter, pretty tired of that line--how'd that work out for you?
and it's dana who steps in, who recognizes something in ray's pain, who tells peter to have mercy. who suggests an overdue consummation of their marriage. ray's a little cruel about venkman's blushing virginity. he doesn't want dana, but understands pretty quickly that if he wants peter, he gets her too. and even once it's in motion, the ugliness doesn't go away; peter needs ray to admit that he always loved venkman best. wants him to apologize for marrying spengler. and ray... maybe he would, but he needs something back. he needs venkman to affirm that he loves him more than dana, who is IN. THE. ROOM. would he? could he? and dana... she's not jealous for venkman necessarily... not in the way that ray is. she does pity ray, commiserates with ray to a degree. and she's been where he is. but. she has had certain things taken from her, and threatened against her. peter and dana's understanding protects not only her, but her custody of oscar. ray didn't show up here to threaten that, but he's callous in his grief, selfish, even, and... he could. and venkman's trying to keep it together even as this situation threatens to tear him in two, because he loves ray, he's always loved ray, but he loves dana too, and he conceives of this marriage as a legitimate one. and dana... i don't think she would think it on a conscious level, but suddenly ray has made her think that she owes peter something to stay for...
i'm sorry if anyone came to this thinking there would be an end for it. just. danapeteray. food for thought.
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daisha-mochizuki · 9 months ago
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Link: Over Again (Chpt. 1)
summary: Seven years. Wally’s been trapped for seven years.
And now he’s back.
(Wally coming back from the Speed Force to find Artemis in a new relationship, and he seeks out Dick for comfort) Slowburn Birdflash with some angst on the side ^^
Wally gasped and shook as he was startled back into the real, or rather, normal world, the sudden and deafening cacophony of noises overstimulating his brain. He couldn’t see momentarily and it struck a chord in his heart, the searing light causing him to believe that maybe his time and torture in the Speed Force had finally come to an end and he could finally rest easy while awaiting Artemis…
“Wally! Wally, is it really you?!”
The ringing in his ears cleared for the time being, letting a strangely familiar voice shine through the darkness that shrouded his mind. His green eyes slowly blinked open, sniffling slightly from the watering in his eyes that the light had caused, and soon became aware of the fact that he was looking into another person’s bright blue eyes which had the depths of a thousand oceans. Wally shrunk back slightly and nearly tipped over onto the floor. The blue eyes were crying, and now that he was farther back, Wally could see the full face of the figure the blue eyes belonged to.
As he looked over the blue-eyed figure, Wally’s eyes widened and he realized; blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes, toned build; how could he ever forget?
“B-… Barry?” Wally asked in a weak and tentative voice as his breath caught in his throat for a moment, and as he was slapped in the face with a recognition his breath began shaking. This could only mean two things: that he had died, and that Barry had died as well at some point and had come to greet him. Or…
He had been transported out of the Speed Force?
Barry laughed as tears dripped along his face, the tears a mix of grief and pure and utter joy. He nearly pounced on the boy and drew him into a tight embrace, his shoulders racking with sobs that could probably be heard through the walls of the house. Iris was out for the day, at work, and the twins were at school by now. Barry was alone, and Barry had been alone, all throughout his own mission to bring Wally back. The only person he had ever told was Bruce, and even then the details were vague, but he had needed Bruce to have the little machine built that could bring Wally back.
Wally sat in the embrace, shocked and still disoriented for a few seconds, but quickly returned the hug as his own green eyes welled up with years of unshed tears at the comfort and the human contact. He choked back a sob, his throat quivering with the noises that threatened to escape him. He clawed at Barry’s back as his emotions overwhelmed him, gripping onto Barry’s shirt in a desperate attempt to prove to himself that he wasn’t dreaming and that he was alive.
“Wally, you're okay. You’re back, you’re back, you’re safe,” Barry repeated through his tears as he started to rock Wally back and forth, treating the boy as if he was younger than his actual age at 28. Wally didn’t mind, though. He just wanted to enjoy the company and the affection after years and years of being alone.
Wally hiccuped in Barry’s arms, and he kept his face buried into the older man as he tried to breathe. Barry’s hand threaded through Wally’s knotted red slight-curls as he gently scratched at Wally’s scalp, trying to give the boy another sense or way of comfort. A familiarity of the feeling caused a thought to shoot through Wally’s mind, and he drew back from Barry slightly to look him in the eyes, his green eyes meeting Barry’s blue ones.
“A-Artemis…?” he garbled out, his tears and sobs slurring his speech.
Barry cringed slightly at the name, having slightly hoped that Wally wouldn’t bring up his old lover’s name. He sighed, cupping Wally’s face in his hands and gently ran his thumbs under Wally’s eyes to rhythmically wipe away the tear streaks as he spoke as calmly and softly as he could. “I really don’t know how to tell you this. I wish I didn’t have to tell you…”
Wally’s expression fell, and he sat there, almost limply, as he looked up at Barry with wide-eyed disbelief. “…dead?”
“No, no, she’s not dead, Wally. She’s just… moved on...” Barry’s face morphed into a pained expression, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “From… you.”
Dumbfounded. Wally was dumbfounded. He scoffed, acting as if he didn’t believe Barry, but deep, deep down in his gut, a little bubble of hurt and jealousy spurted up and began to form. “Please, we were practically inseparable. I’d need to see it with my own eyes.”
“Wally, you were gone for seven years,” Barry said firmly as he held Wally’s face. He hated that Wally was denying this, but he also understood it too. And he hated that even more. “I’ve been trying to get you back for seven years. I’m sorry, really, I truly am.”
The younger male grabbed at Barry’s hands and pulled them off of his face, trying to mask his hurt and panic behind a mask of anger. He glared at Barry, although the hurt was still mostly prominent in his eyes. “I don’t care. I still want to see her anyway. I don’t believe you.” Wally’s voice cracked terribly, cracking his facade slightly. He was never really that good at hiding his emotions from people. Not from the ones he loved.
Barry sighed gently as he knew that Wally wouldn’t take this information lying down and would try to get evidence, real evidence, not just someone’s words. He got up gingerly and walked into the kitchen, scrounging around for a few minutes in silence before he found a spare phone they had stored in case someone’s phone broke and they needed another. He brought it back out to Wally, and they both set up the phone.
Once set up, Barry took the phone and added a few contacts into it, telling everyone he added that this was one of his spare phones, leaving it up to Wally to decide when he wanted to tell people he was back.
“Of course, I’ll have to tell Iris, but everyone else you can set boundaries with and decide when they find out. I trust you, Wally.”
Both men stood up, Barry drawing the shorter into a tight hug for one last time for a few minutes before he ultimately had to let go in order to give the boy his freedom and free reign. Barry sniffled, trying hard not to burst into tears the second he let go of Wally. He nodded toward the door, as the man was unable to speak any words without breaking.
Wally attempted to give Barry a lopsided smile, but it was clear that it was forced. He shoved the gifted phone into his pocket, and then with a burst of his old speed, he zipped out the front door and to the location Barry had given him, setting out to find his love.
What. The. Fuck.
Why were there two cars in the driveway? Artemis didn’t have two cars.
Wally grumbled at the image before him, his hands clenched slightly into fists as he stood in front of Artemis’ driveway. He and Artemis, when they had been dating, had both agreed that they would only need one car because wherever they went they would always be with each other. And now she was here with two cars? Wally scoffed, feeling his lips twist into a frown as his heart plummeted. He took a deep, shaky breath, and then willed himself to go fast and make the world move slower around him. With that, he used this as a chance to see what was happening with Artemis without actually affecting anything.
He entered the house, time slowed around him, and started wandering around. He felt a small tugging at his heart, a terrible and maybe even slightly guilty feeling pooling into his gut, and by following his instincts, he strode into the living room.
The speedster slowly stepped into the room, his breaths quickening, and he looked around for any signs of Artemis. What he did see caused him to nearly collapse to his knees and caused tears to spring into his eyes.
“Artemis…” Wally whispered to himself, reaching out as if to touch Artemis’ face but winced and quickly drew his hand back.
Artemis’ features; her long blonde hair, her warm brown eyes, her soft and pale skin. He remembered it all, and yet it was so different. When had she changed? Had matured? Had gotten over him?
She sat next to a man. Another man. A man with short brown hair, dark green eyes, and clear tan skin. A man who had given Artemis a ring and she had taken it. A man who was nowhere near like Wally had been. And it hurt. It hurt a lot.
Wally fumed, tears pricking at the corners of his bright green eyes and a few slipped down his freckled pale skin. He clenched his fists, and his fingernails dug into his palms so hard they nearly drew blood. He bit at his lip and trembled as he stood. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t have he been a better boyfriend and had stayed for Artemis? Why did he have to be so slow?
Deep down, he knew he couldn’t stay any longer. He couldn’t stay both for his own sanity and because he would soon get caught by the woman of his now-shattered dreams and her new boy toy.
He zipped out of the house, time finally going back to normal for him as he stopped a few hundred miles away from Artemis’ house. He needed a place to go. He didn’t want to go back to Barry. He didn’t want to admit that Barry had been correct. He knew that he was, but he didn't want to face that fact just yet. Instead, he pulled out his new phone with a shaking hand and looked over the list of addresses Barry had typed out for him.
There.
That was where he would go. After a few quick rubs to his eyes, Wally set off down the streets in a full sprint, as fast as he could using the Speed Force, to the city of Blüdhaven, where he hoped an old friend would be home and not out on a mission.
He only hoped his friend could stay whelmed.
Wally zipped into the apartment that had been written down as his friend’s, stopping in the middle of the poorly decorated living room with his heavy pants being the only thing that filled the silence. He looked around desperately, hoping to find his best friend.
“Where are my souvenirs, Rob?!” Wally called out into the seemingly empty apartment, hoping upon hope that his friend was there.
There was a few seconds of frantic shuffling, a pained grunt, and very quickly a half-dressed Richard Grayson came nearly tripping into his living room. Dick wasn’t wearing a shirt, his sweatpants hanging loosely around his waist and mix-matched socks - both being varying heights - on his feet. The brush in Dick’s hand clattered to the ground as his gaze settled on the redhead that had appeared in his apartment. His long raven locks flopped in front of his bright cerulean blue eyes, which widened as he sucked in a sharp breath as if the air had been slammed out of his lungs.
“W-Walls…?” Dick gasped, his breath shaky and uneven as he panicked.
Wally attempted to smile, his hands sliding to the back of his head in a laid-back pose. “Uh, duh? Who else could it be!” Wally laughed, although that laugh died in his throat when he saw Dick start to break down into heavy sobs.
“I-it can’t be…” Dick cried, stumbling forward and reaching out toward Wally before quickly retracting his hands in fear of it being a hallucination.
Wally felt his own tears beginning to well up again at the sight of his best friend’s now tear-streaked face. He carefully stepped forward, cringing slightly as he watched Dick walk back in response to Wally’s advancing actions. Wally stopped and held out his arms to Dick.
“Rob… Dick… it’s me, I promise,” Wally whispered, his voice a quiet rasp in the almost silence of the apartment. “I promise.”
Dick reached out with a tentative, almost hesitant, hand as he kept from making direct eye contact with Wally. Their hands brushed, and Dick gasped softly as he saw that Wally didn’t disappear with a touch. Dick choked on his breath as he stepped forward and ran his hand along Wally’s face, through his hair, down his neck; anything to let him know that his closest friend was there in front of him.
When his hand didn’t phase through or cut through the man in front of him and he was touching his solid skin and features, Dick threw himself at Wally, sobbing so loud he could possibly lose his voice in the morning. Wally wrapped his arms around Dick as tight as he could and squeezed, breaking into sobs himself. The pair crumpled to the floor, years and years of grief and agony spilling out of both boys.
“Promise me you won’t ever leave me again…” Dick whispered in between choked sobs. He clung to Wally for dear life, his body trembling as it was racked with his heavy cries. Wally bit his lip as his body shook as well, although he tried to quiet his cries.
They would never be apart, Wally promised. This could be their chance to build anew.
This could be the time to start over again.
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brakoncut · 7 months ago
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Doodle I did long time ago but then I decided to paint it took me like 20 mins more for that
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Princess Mary, The Princess Royal and The Countess of Harewood  ||  William Wallace Terry of Reville 
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iamha · 10 months ago
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thedudejaxx · 17 days ago
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people need to draw him with long hair more
im too lazy to do it myself
Sorry i woke up and chose to be a simp
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the-missingno · 1 year ago
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I love stealing Champions and this time I got TWO!
[Picture of a unconscious Steven Stone and Wallance being held by MissingNo.]
The blue haired one is short-
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missyandthemisfits · 8 months ago
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FF7 Headcanons – Do They Like Their Partner Playing In Their Hair?
I write sometimes so Imma put some Final Fantasy VII headcannons here in honor of tomorrow’s release 🍷🍾
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Cloud Strife – He absolutely does, he also absolutely won’t own up to it because he’s EMBARRASED. That said, if you really wanna hear him say it that badly, you can always threaten to never do it again. He’ll pout, complain softly, and confess. THEN he’ll immediately ask you to do it.
Tifa Lockhart – YesssSS, she adores it! But she makes you wait until you’re alone to do it because she is CONVINCED she makes questionable faces when you do it. She does. She does make those faces-
Aerith Gainsborough – You’d better believe she does and is happy to return the favor! She might actually be better than you at it though…awesome scalp massages.
Barett Wallance – Not really…? But he can be convinced. Especially after a long, hard day and a hot shower.
Cid Highwind – NOPE. Don’t even try it, you’ll get an earful and will NEVER hear the end of it, I assure you.
Vincent Valentine – He is FIRMLY on the fence about it. On one hand, it feels amazing and he really does love it. On the other hand, he’s still convinced he just doesn’t deserve that kindness, from you or anyone. You may or may not be able to get him to agree to it, depending on the day.
Reeve Tuesti – He does indeed like it and he is also not afraid to ask for it. Hell, he’ll ask for it mid-speech sometimes, right in the middle of the explaining something to the party members. You will probably say no.
Reno Sinclair – YES, for the love of God, PLEASE play in his hair. I cannot stress this enough, HE HAS NO SHAME. He will beg, with or without company, outside or inside your home. He does not care how it looks to those around him, he’s a man that knows what he wants an when he wants it.
Rude – I wheeze, but yes. He enjoys…scalp massages.
Elena – She actually only likes it when and if you wash her hair for her while you’re doing it, something about the combination of nails and water – she’s a little strange, but it’s cute.
Tseng – Another fence straddler, but he’s a lot easier to convince. For him, it’s about intimacy, something you two share that he doesn’t wanna share with anyone else so it stays in home – because he’s a little possessive.
Rufus Shinra – Oh yes, he definitely enjoys it – he’d ask for it more if it didn’t mess up his hair so much before meetings. He’s always got this smug look on his face when he teasingly asks though, so that’s a thing. Also possessive.
!! BONUS !!
Zack Fair – He’s got this lopsided grin on his face when you first ask him because he’s never had someone ask. But after the first time, he’s almost like a puppy.
Genesis Rhapsodos – He does like it, but he saves that sort of intimacy for after…‘The act’. Makes it more special. I think he’s just dramatic, honestly.
Angeal Hewley – Apprehensionnn, but if he’s feeling particularly stressed he may let you do it. It’s a hard sell though, be strong soldier.
Sephiroth – YES, thoroughly enjoys someone playing in his hair but understands they could be there for a while given the length of his luxurious locks – not that he minds. He could sit there all day, grinning and praising you for your time and effort. Unnecessarily suave, always.
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Pictures aren’t mine, Headcannons are!
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Dana, arguing with Andre: You know what I like about Peter? He's not 'absolutely sure' about anything. He struggles with things, he's never certain he's right and sometimes he's not, but he tries hard to be. He struggles with things.
Peter, hopping out of his office with his pants half on: God!
Peter: [falls to the floor]
Ray: Peter, are you alright??
Dana: Could somebody help Peter put his pants on?
Peter, from the floor: Ow...
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aprosin · 8 months ago
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ask and I have created this for why not
Wallance Design -> @lizaisdrawing
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he was just confused about why we have
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Me when found out same facial on another character
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okaybye
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satelitis · 5 months ago
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diabolus1exmachina · 2 years ago
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Lamborghini Miura "Millechiodi" (1 of 1). 
The Miura Jota is a well-known one-off in the world of Lamborghini. Sporting aluminum body panels, an upgraded dry-sump V-12 engine, wider wheels, a distinct front splitter, and a heavily retuned suspension, it was chief engineer Bob Wallance's crown jewel. Sadly, after Milanese businessman Walter Ronchi (one of the car's early private owners) sold the car, it was crashed and burned to the ground.In the quest to own yet another Miura Jota, Ronchi commissioned two ex-Lamborghini employees from Sant'Agata to modify a normal 1968 Miura P400 S to Jota specifications in 1975. The result is this car, the "Millechiodi," named after the rivet-heavy construction nature of the Jota and the limited run of Miura SVJs it inspired. The engine was retuned and equipped with a free-flowing exhaust, while Jota-inspired body work was applied. The car was repainted in British Racing Green, and given Plexiglass-covered headlights.
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