#Signature Series Mustang

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Velocity Signature Series Mustang Convertible, 2024. The Florida-based specialist tuner has added a convertible to their first generation Mustang Signature Series restomod range. The work includes fitting a contemporary 460hp 5.0 litre Coyote V8 with six-speed manual or 10-speed auto gearboxes. There's also new rack and pinion steering and a four-link rear axle with upgraded brakes, 17 inch wheels and a redesigned convertible top.

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1969-71 Continental Mark III

Iacocca’s Lincoln: The Inside Story of the 1969-71 Continental Mark III

Lee Iacocca is remembered as the father of the Ford Mustang and the Chrysler Minivan, but there was another Iacocca vehicle that changed the Motor City: the Lincoln Continental Mark III. 

In auto industry lore, the design studio guys hate it when the people from upper management start fooling around with their work. Nothing good can come from that, or so the story goes. But there’s at least one instance that cuts against the grain of that familiar Motor City tale. It was Ford senior executive Lee Iacocca who originated the two signature styling features of the Lincoln Continental Mark III: the classic stand-up grille and the faux tire bustle in the deck lid.

It’s no exaggeration to note that these visual features created a design theme and defined the Lincoln Mark Series brand for decades. Years later, lead designer L. David Ash would recall that neither he nor Styling VP Gene Bordinat had conceived these two now-famous design gadgets; no, in fact it was all Iacocca. “Neither one of us would have done it on our own, I’m sure,” Ash remembered. “I have to give Lee credit for that.”

As vice president of the Ford Motor Company’s car and truck group—top product boss, among other duties—Lido Anthony “Lee” Iacocca had at least two problems on his plate in the autumn of 1965. First, sales of the Ford Thunderbird had flattened out after a promising start years earlier. Meanwhile, Ford’s flagship Lincoln division wasn’t setting the world on fire, either. While the Elwood Engel-designed 1961 Lincoln was a style maker of the decade, it was nearing the end of its product cycle. Actually, Lincoln was a perennial problem for Ford senior management. According to Bordinat, it had never turned an actual profit since Henry and Edsel Ford acquired the company from the Lelands in 1922.

So a plan was hatched to build a new, small Lincoln on the same platform as the Thunderbird, which was switching to body-on-frame construction for 1967 (in part due to limited production volume). This would help the Thunderbird fill out production capacity at the Wixom, Michigan plant, and it would give Lincoln an entry in the rapidly expanding personal-luxury category, joining the Buick Riviera, Cadillac Eldorado, Olds Toronado, et alia.

The original body design by Ash and his staff, at one point named the Lancelot, was clean and elegant but lacked visual punch, one could argue. Iacocca’s fake-Rolls grille shell and spare-tire bump fixed that, creating a distinctive and memorable look. It was said that the chrome grille shell was the most expensive such piece in the industry, with a unit cost nearing $200. Ash and crew completed the theme by hiking up the rear quarters and deck lid two inches, scrunching the roof down into the body for a classic ’30s profile.

From its exterior appearance, you might never know that the finished design shared its greenhouse with the Thunderbird coupe, or its floorpan, black metal, and 117.2-inch wheelbase with the T-Bird four-door. When Henry Ford II saw the clay model in the studio, he reportedly said, “I’d like to drive that home.” With the Ford family’s seal of approval secured, the new car was christened the Continental Mark III, establishing its lineage with Edsel Ford’s original 1939 Continental and the Continental Mark II of 1956-57. At that point the previous Mark III, IV and V models of 1958-60 were conveniently forgotten—today it would be called a reboot.

Introduced in April 1968 as a 1969 model, technically (Lincoln division downplayed model year designations, trying to present the car as “timeless”) the Mark III was panned by the critics but embraced by the car-buying public. “The buffs may not like it but the people with money will,” Bordinat wisely predicted. The Mark wasn’t big for an American luxury car at just over 216 inches long and 4,800 lbs, but it was big enough, with solid road manners and a comfortable ride. Interior specialist Herman Brunn covered the seats with rich, pre-creased leather, like the easy chairs in a men’s club. Noteworthy technical features included an all-new 460 CID V8 and Sure-Track, an early form of antilock braking developed by Kelsey-Hayes.

With a base price of $6,758 compared to $4,807 for its Thunderbird cousin, the Mark III was quite a moneymaker for the Motor Company, spawning an even more popular and profitable successor, the Mark IV (shown with Iacocca below). The Mark series, which comfortably outsold the Eldorado and effectively doubled the Lincoln division’s volume at times, continued on all the way to 1998 and the Mark VIII, and Iacocca would to on to further glories, including the Chrysler Minivan.

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II. Dogfight Football and Pool Tables

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x afab!pilot!reader 

Word Count: 5.7k

Series Summary: Mustang and Hangman have had sexual tension since the night they met at the Hard Deck at the start of a high-risk assignment. Each interaction further solidifies your callsign in the best ways. 

Warnings: 

Series overall: Sexual tension, swearing, smitten and sexually frustrated Hangman, swearing, and mildly insecure and shy reader, smut; p in v, oral (fem + male) receiving, dirty talk, dom!Jake, hint of sub!Jake

Author’s note: Hopefully you guys liked part I :) I did my best to make the reader’s physical attributes as ambiguous as possible when it came to descriptions to make it more inclusive to the reader. I want to get better at this so please feel free to leave constructive criticism or something you thought was strong or weak with the piece. Please be kind with criticisms. I'm sensitive. I’d like to thank @call-sign-jinx and @sebsxphia for betaing (?) each part of this fic, they’re both really sweet and write some good shit on their blogs, so be sure to check them out :)

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These characters, except for Mustang, are obviously not my own. This is an 18+ fanfic so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation. 

Happy reading :)

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Jake couldn’t help but listen to your voice through the radio every time he sat with his teammates in the lounge waiting for his turn in the sky. You cared so much about everyone, both in and out of the cockpit; always checking in, encouraging others on the team, and exchanging playful quips. And it didn’t help that you were one of the best pilots he’d seen, but he wouldn’t admit that out loud. If he had to pick anyone flying a single seater that was a serious contender for team leader, it was you. The plane was merely an extension of your own body when you were in the sky, coming the closest of the group to getting Maverick out on the first day. 

Sure, you and Jake bickered, and he did everything in his power to rile you up and get under your nerves, but that was the only real contact he got. 

You had started to rub off on him, enough for Coyote to notice. Jake made him promise he wouldn’t tell a soul, as he was incessantly mocked and teased when he returned to his dorm at the end of the day. 

Hangman found himself perfectly tuned into anything that related to you in conversations; all info immediately became engraved in his memory. Whether it was stories about growing up with wild horses and the feisty blue roan mustang mare you trained during your teen years, Sweet Girl, whom you loved endlessly; or the time you accidentally flashed everyone at a Maryland beach when you were 23; or even the fact you didn’t like ketchup because it was too sweet and that your all-time favorite songs were by Fleetwood Mac and John Denver, but your favorite farm chore songs were by Doja Cat, Nicki Minaj, and Megan thee Stallion; starting as a form of rebellion against your parents but growing into adoration. 

All the little things that made up who you were.  

He secretly cherished the moments he got to see you and hear your soft voice, and found himself missing your signature lavender scent and close proximity when you were gone. 

Hangman would never admit to being jealous, but he was a bit jealous: he didn’t get to do more with you than just teasing and verbal jabs, and while it was fun riling you up, a deep part of him that he was still trying to comprehend wanted to get to know you on a more personal level. 

He fantasized for something like the night you met to happen again; he hadn’t come close to witnessing what he got a taste of that first evening. No matter his jabs or nicknames that secretly started to grow on you.  

Of course, a deep part of him enjoyed this chase but a part of him wanted to finally lay claim to your heart. 

His episode with Rooster the day before hadn't helped to ease such tensions and the confrontation only soured his shared glances with Mustang. Jake understood why the glances had soured, but frankly, he didn’t know why he did it.  Maybe it had to do with being jealous of the sweet attention you gave Rooster and that he’d never had to put this much effort into being with a woman. 

That early evening when Rooster opened his front door, he didn’t see Hangman standing before him. A completely different person must have been standing at his door with matching green eyes and tanned skin, wearing a look of remorse that he would never associate with Hangman. Rooster initially wanted to slam the door in his face and go back to bed, but the way Jake’s eyes held something so foreign to his character tugged at his brain to hear him out.

Bradley wasn’t blind, he saw the way Jake looked at you when you weren’t looking and even when you were with him and Natasha. He saw the subtle differences in his demeanor when you were around and how you affected him, making him more tolerable without even realizing it.

He silently realized that what stood before him was your unintentional doing, as Jake stood there and owned up to what had been said. 

Bradshaw accepted his apology, closing the door as Jake left. He shook his head, quietly laughing to himself that someone who had only known Jake for 3 weeks was the only person he knew who had made Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin genuinely apologize. He couldn’t wait to tell Phoenix.

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Maverick had told them to meet on the beach behind the Hard Deck at 9 am sharp for dogfight football.

Tensions were high. No one had successfully completed the mission training parameters, and the set date was a mere week away.

As the game started, you were a bit hesitant to show your competitive side. Maybe it was because you liked seeing people underestimate you and proving them wrong at the 'perfect moment'. You spent your whole life doing that, so it was only natural you took joy in it. Your competitive spirit was something akin to a secret weapon; to be used with full force to deal lethal damage.

Once you let it out around the whole group, it wasn't going back into hiding anytime soon. Rooster and Phoenix were well aware as they knew you from previous stations, and Bob had heard stories, but the rest were left with only recollections. Encouragements from Phoenix got you to bring it out in small doses and cheers from your teammates let it flow in full force. And maybe also the prospect of giving Hangman a run for his money contributed its fair share.

Under the scorching San Diego sun, Jake “Hangman” Seresin truly understood your callsign. Mustang. It encapsulated who you were to the core into an eight-letter word that made some none the wiser, himself included.

He felt something foreign bloom deep in his soul at the realization. Your presence invaded his senses and struck a chord deep inside him. You looked beautiful, free, wild, and completely forged by the land you occupied: The Navy. Your eyes were sharp, full of excitement, adrenaline, and pure competitive determination. Hair that was coming loose from your ponytail, revealing bangs that framed your face beautifully. Skin gleaming in the San Diego sun, chest heaving from exertion, sweat misting your collarbones, cleavage, and gliding down your stomach and thighs. 

A complete 180° from your shy, flustered demeanor the moment you had met eyes. 

If someone didn't know you worked with wild horses as a teenager, they wouldn't believe you did. You were a force to be reckoned with and he found himself more addicted to that realization by the second. A navy blue sports bra framed your chest tastefully. He tried not to divert his attention from the game to your beautiful breasts for too long. He needed to prevent drawing suspicion from his ever-observant teammates and developing a precarious situation in his lower half that only the frigid San Diego waters could cure. His Ray-Bans helped to hide where his gaze landed on the opposing team, but it wasn't foolproof.

The shrill sound of a whistle broke him away from his thoughts. Commands and playful taunts were being thrown back and forth. Payback passed the football to Harvard who made his way down the makeshift field of Maverick's exercise. Hangman ran the opposite side of him to provide an opening in case Phoenix or Rooster shut him down. Harvard got cornered and passed the football to him. It felt like slow motion, he felt the football graze his fingertips but was snatched away by a smaller frame before he could fully grasp it. He heard the distinct whoops and cheers of Rooster and Phoenix as you made your way down the beach to score a touchdown. You were unstoppable. No one could touch you. You were like a wild stallion swallowing the land beneath you, feet thundering in the wet sand, hair blowing wildly in the ocean breeze. It was unfair for someone to look as beautiful and free as you did at the moment. You made it to the end zone with a sliding stop and did a shoulder shimmy with your tongue stuck out with a full-blown smile. If he hadn’t developed a hard-on before, he was starting to now. You confidently made your way back to your team, met with cheers and high fives. He was frozen in the sand near the opposite end zone. From the moment you stole the ball to your full-blown smile; he was still, staring at her. He knew he could have chased after you and tackled you but didn't. He would get shit for it. 

"Bagman, you getting soft?", Harvard teased him.

"In your dreams", Hangman bit back, tinged with his Texan drawl. His defensiveness gave him away but Harvard didn't dare push him. Hangman had a reputation to keep up. Of being untouchable, the best of the best, and, most importantly, that he didn't need anyone to help him get the job done. He left Harvard and confidently strutted back to his position in the lineup at the start of the next round. His thoughts were tinged with a mild sense of worry; if Harvard noticed his state then the others may have as well. This was the last round. His team was down by 1 point. He needed to get his head together.

He watched you line up behind Phoenix. "You ready Mustang?", Phoenix called.

"You know it, Phe"

"You're not gonna get through us so easily this time, Mustang", Hangman taunted.

"Don't worry Ken-doll, I'm not too worried about you. If it's anything like how you've been playing lately, I should be fine ", shooting him a wink.

Your remark was met with “oohs”, sizzling noises, and Rooster asking if he was gonna take that.

Hangman's jaw tensed and his face wore a smirk, "Whatever Mustang, put your money where your mouth is, and let's get this round started" he shot back. He mentally kicked himself for not coming back with a better comeback, but he wasn't used to seeing this side of her.

Hondo blew the whistle and with expert precision, the ball was passed into your awaiting hands. Pushing yourself against the receding sand into a sprint, your bright eyes watching for an open teammate. You were about to pass to Halo when you felt a pair of large, strong hands grasp your waist and tackle you to the beach. You fell down with a groan and weight on top of you. The face of your tackler obscured by the sun, you squinted your eyes. You were met with a pair of green eyes and a soft, muscular body on top of her. Hangman. Your cheeks and neck started to heat up and prayed he wouldn't notice and be disguised by the heat. You still had the football in your grasp so it didn't count as a turnover. You could still win the game. Why hadn't he done anything? He could have easily grabbed the ball and run with it; instead, he just stared at you. Anyone would admit, he was easy on the eyes: strong jaw, sun-kissed skin, sun-bleached sandy blond hair, washboard abs, and the most beautiful green eyes you'd ever seen. It’d be a lie to say you hadn’t thought about him in the depths of the night alone in your room on base. You felt the initial feelings of nerves you experienced start to develop but quickly extinguished it. You let yourself admire him in his state of undress for a moment, but you had a game to win. You weren't going to let some Texan stud who hit on you ruin this for you, you were raised better than that. Besides, you hadn't found yourself being this competitive in a while and were enjoying the rush it gave you.

Instinctively, you swiveled your hips and turned Hangman on his back. He looked breathless, eyes darkening under the shadow of you, as he let out an audible shaky breath. You quickly rose up off his abdomen and started sprinting, football held tightly to your chest. Hangman was still in the sand scrambling to get up and hide his developing problem, by the time you were close to the end zone with Fanboy and Harvard hot on your tail. You held them off and made the winning score. Your face was marked by the same victorious smile Hangman couldn't get enough of as cheers and whoops left your soft lips. You were met with high fives and let out a yelp as you were lifted onto rooster’s shoulders as your teammates chanted your name, all while Hangman was met with hushed chuckles from those who saw Mustang's hip swivel move and a "what the fuck was that Hang?" Great. 

What was wrong with him? He'd never let someone get in his head, much less twice in a period of 5 minutes. 

As the effect of the victory died down, his teammates, including Mustang, headed into the hard deck for refreshments, he overlooked Phoenix and Rooster talking to each other in hushed whispers and sneaking glances at him every few minutes with mischievous smirks on their faces.

"Bagman, you seemed off your game today. The fact that you're not the best at everything getting to you?" Phoenix taunted as she made her way over and crossed her arms across her chest.

Hangman flipped her off and rolled his eyes, "the damn sun was in my eyes"

"Oh, was the sun in your eyes when you were on top of Mustang? Or when you were eye fucking her during the lineup, where the sun was behind you?"

She stated with an amused expression and widening smirk, having unexpectedly exposed him to anyone close enough to hear their conversation. Rooster joined the two, hearing the end of the interaction, "she's got you there Bagman", wearing a smirk and amused gleam in his eyes.

Hangman composed himself, "I wasn't eye fucking her, I was merely...inspectin' the competition,” shrugging, clearing his throat.

Phoenix and Rooster let out snorts and amused chuckles.

"That's such bullshit man and you know it, anyone with eyes could see what you were doing".

“It’s true”, Coyote added as he passed by with a knowing look in his eyes, patting him reassuringly on the shoulder.

"Ya know what? Fuck you guys, I don't have to explain myself to y'all", agitated, Hangman bit back before grabbing his stuff and storming away to the Hard Deck.

He could hear their chuckles and “damn, he has it bad. Wait till he sees her play pool" comments but didn't dare turn around. He tried his damnedest to keep up his facade of complete confidence and indifference towards you, swaggering into the Hard Deck.

He was met with a wave of refreshing AC and an empty bar. Not surprising since it was well before happy hour, but odd since he didn't spot any of his teammates that migrated in. He called out for Penny; no answer. His teammates didn't respond either. He was about to leave when he heard a back door creak. You came out, occupied by your phone, sporting a low-cut rodeo t-shirt and blue jean shorts. You looked around for Halo that promised to wait for you but were only met by Hangman's appreciative gaze. You were taken aback but recovered with a smile and small wave. He returned the favor. 

"Do you know where the others went? I was supposed to catch a ride with Halo back to base".

"You know I didn't see anybody come in. I can give you a ride home if that's what you need sweetheart," giving you the same panty-dropper grin that ensnared you the moment you’d met. This had only been the second time in 2 weeks he could get some real alone time with you, and he wasn't going to waste a second.

You blushed at his endearment, "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, Jake...."

He loved it when you called him Jake. It was a first; he wanted more of it.

"Anytime darling, I'd always be eager to satisfy your needs," he said with a wink, "but first, I wanna experience that pool game of yours," He said turning towards the pool table area and sporting a wolfish grin. 

You felt like you were going to melt into a puddle on the Hard Deck floor, watching his toned arms flex as he took down two pool sticks.

He turned back to you, basking in the effect he still had on you. You had serious game and he wanted to pull that out of you, just for his eyes to see this time.

"Don't get shy on me now, sweets, you had some pretty serious game out there today" he said while leaning on the pool table, attention occupied with polishing both pool sticks with chalk.

You spent an embarrassing amount of time admiring his golden, nimble, strong fingers working the chalk cube over the thin tip. He could have broken it off if he wanted to. You wanted him to use his fingers in more fulfilling ways.

He met your glazed-over eyes and gave the same panty-dropper smile he always had at the realization of where your attention was focused. It was the same one he gave you the night you met him and across the room during training debriefs. Rooster and Phoenix observed these moments and were able to put two and two together. You were teased incessantly, but also warned of his whorish ways by the pair during their hangouts in the dorm you shared with Phoenix.  

You quickly diverted your attention back to him and made your way to the pool table, reaching out to grasp the pool stick, grazing your fingers against his in the process. You met his playful, mirth-filled eyes and shifted your focus to racking up the pool balls. You knew you wouldn't be able to handle watching his dexterous fingers work anymore and needed a small outlet for your pent-up nervous energy and simmering sexual frustration. 

Your bent frame over the pool table gave Jake the perfect view of your jean shorts riding up and revealing the tasteful curve of your ass. You heard him let out a low hitch in his breath, smirking to yourself. You were starting to gain back your composure, turning the heat up on the brewing competitiveness inside yourself. You were good at pool, winning some tournaments around your hometown. You even beat Coyote, Payback, and Phoenix once. Your dad and older brother taught you the game, as well as to never let emotions get in the way of winning, but that was proving difficult to follow. 

He saw a distinguishable shift in your demeanor as you asked if he wanted to go first.

"Ladies first", admiring your reignited confidence.

You lined up the starting shot, feeling his watchful eyes on you. With a resounding clang, the balls were scattered. 3 solids into 3 pockets at the opposite end. You rose to your full posture with a small smile.

"Your turn Bagman".

Jake was pretty sure he fell in love at that moment. There you were; as clear a difference as Jekyll from Hyde.

He approached where you were at the table, " that's Hangman or Jake to you, princess". His tone was low, hearing your breath hitch at the new endearment, making eye contact with you as he shot 2 stripes in. Smirking, he rose up and lined up his next shot, proud of each little hitched breath or blush he pulled from you.  He made a bolded and underlined mental note to call you “princess” in these moments more often. 

You were settled right across from him, directly in his line of sight. You leaned down giving him a tasteful glimpse of your cleavage as you watched his strong arms carry out his concentration. 

His olive green eyes met yours, hiding lust in their depths as they trailed down to your chest, a black lacy trim peaking through. 

"Ya know maybe your right, I should find something else to call you. Especially since ‘Bagman’ would be more fitting if you actually helped your team win today, maybe with bagging a point or even a touchdown." You said with a playful gleam in your eye.

Your statement and teasing met his senses the moment he pushed the rod forward. His trajectory off, failing to pocket a stripped ball.

He rose up, jaw tense, and met with a smirk. You were playing with him, taunting him like a wild stallion with a green ranch hand. 

"Yeah well, sweets, I was a little distracted, so hopefully you can find it in your heart to forgive me, the sun being in my eyes and all."

"Mhm, definitely the sun's fault. Was it the sun's fault when you were on top of me?", you said as you lined up your shot. 1 solid into a pocket, 4 more left.

You leaned against your pool stick, holding back a laugh at his speechless face. Hangman speechless? That was a sight.

"Well, darling... you see...", he tried to muster the words, much to your amusement. Clearly, you were keen on observing him. 

"It's ok, you could say the sun was in my eyes too", you interrupted coquettishly as you raked your eyes up his frame, admiring his physique in his tight-fitting athletic shirt.

" I don't mind being admired by beautiful women, especially women who can go toe to toe with me", he said smirking, trying to regain some semblance of control as he watched you line up and sink your 3rd hit of the afternoon.

Heat rose to your cheeks, remembering his forwardness the first night they met and his face when you swiveled your hips to get on top of him. You only had 3 balls left.

“It seems like you just have a thing for women who can beat you. You ever think that you just might have a competency kink?” you asked amusedly, eyes still purposely preoccupied with your shot. 

He smirked, he just fucking might, admiring the way your muscular back arched to line up your shot, your eyes sharp, and full of determination. 

“Ya know I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart, that little move you did back there was something else... In fact, everything about you since we met has been something else," he said moving to your side of the pool table. He invaded your personal space in the best way, leaning next to you against the polished wood of the worn pool table.

"It got me thinking about what other kinds of riding you might enjoy", his hushed drawl dripping like honey into your ear. It didn't make your aim any cleaner and you missed your 4th shot of the evening, sending him a scowl to disguise your less-than-pure thoughts. 

God, you would let him do horrible things to your body in front of your conservative Christian parents if he asked.

"What? don't like it when someone plays dirty princess?" He said with eyebrows raised in a patronizing tone that made you shiver and clench your thighs to relieve the bubbling heat that settled in your abdomen. You needed to compose yourself if you were going to win this, but your resolve was dwindling by the second.

"Well, sweetheart, it seems like you don't mind either," you said in a last-ditch effort to regain the upper hand, running your pointer finger along his defined pectorals. 

He let out a hitched breath he didn't know he was holding. You were going to be the death of him. One second he was in control and the next he was below you, right where you wanted him. You were wild in that sense and he loved this back-and-forth chase for dominance. At this moment, he would let you do whatever you wanted to him; he could definitely get used to it. 

You looked at him through your lashes innocently with mischievous eyes and a playful smile, your hand retracted and now fully leaning with your arms crossed across your chest, further accentuating your tits to his wanton gaze. 

You liked seeing him all hot and bothered, he clearly wasn’t used to it. 

He leaned down to your ear, his Texan drawl low and gravelly with arousal, "you're playing a very dangerous game, darlin'."

"You seem to have forgotten that I'm good at playing games…and winning them," you said with a tight-lipped smile, winking at him, turning away to go to the other side, "it's your turn by the way.”

God, he wanted to do filthy things to you on top of the pool table. But he wanted you to crack first, give you the final push towards passion. 

He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. Lining up his shot, feeling the weight of your lustful gaze, his eyes met yours. Eyes filled with mirth as lust bubbled below the surface, a small cat-got-the-cream smirk adorning your face. 

The last thread of his resolve snapped.

Rising to his full height from the table, he placed the pool stick on the table. He gradually invaded your personal space, caging you between his hard chest and the wooden frame of the table nudging into your lower back, with his weight supported by strong, toned arms on each side of you. Their faces a mere few inches away from each other, his hand reaching up to caress your soft cheek. The feeling of his rough hands on your skin made you shiver, meeting his intense gaze. He waited for any hesitation or unease to show under your eyes but found none. 

His hand cradled the back of your neck and cheek as he claimed your lips with his, stealing any air from your lungs. You let out a small moan at the feel of his soft lips. Your hand gripping the material of his shirt in your fist unconsciously as the other met the short hair at the back of his neck, running over the clipped hair there. Smirking into the kiss, he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, bringing his opposite hand up to hold your other cheek. After a few moments, they pulled apart gasping for air, his hands still encompassing your face, as he leaned his forehead against yours, letting his eyes softly close. An act of softness and intimacy you wouldn’t have expected from him. 

 "I really hope that was alright because I don't think I can recover if it wasn't", he spoke breathlessly.

"It was more than ok, trust me", reassuring him, toying with the chain of his dog tags and feeling the material of his shirt. 

You slid your hands along the chain, feeling the pebbled texture run between your fingers as they traced towards the small metal engraved tags that rested on his warm chest. Once your fingers reached the small pieces of metal, you yanked him back to your lips by the chain. He smiled into the kiss as his hands moved from your face down to your hips, grabbing a handful of your ass. He grabbed the backs of your thighs to wrap around his waist, supporting you on the edge of the table. Your hands moved behind his neck to bring him impossibly closer, continuing to run your hands over the back of his head, savoring the texture of the short hair at the base of his neck.

His large hands grasped your hips, starting to slide under your shirt, feeling your soft skin.

"Is this what you want ?" He asked making his way down your neck, kissing and sucking at the sweet spot at the base of your neck that made you mewl and weave your hands into his hair, leaving a dark blue mark you’d have to worry about later. 

  You nodded eagerly. 

 "I need you to use your words, sweetheart," he said trailing soft kisses up the column of your neck, grazing his teeth on your pulse, and pausing to meet your glazed-over eyes and plush lips. Your fingers still intertwined in the short hair at the base of his neck.

  "I need you so bad, Jake", you mewled. 

He let out a shaky breath at the use of his name and the feeling of you tugging at his roots, quickly and passionately resuming his ministrations.

"Don't worry, sugar, I'll take good care of you...." He said between kisses, trailing them down your flushed neck and the tops of your breasts, hands coming up to play with the lace of your bra.

  “But…”

Your eyes shot open, worry plaguing your eyes like ink in water. 

"As much as I want to absolutely ruin you on this pool table, it wouldn’t be right to damage Penny's only pool table," he gave you a reassuring smile, “and, I don’t know about you, but I want you all to myself for our first time and not worry about anyone catching us.”

You’re core throbbed, a low noise escaping the back of your throat, your chest heaving. First time? Anyone catching us? 

His hands gave your ass a squeeze as his eyes widened a bit at the realization, a sly smile growing on his face, taking in the treasure before him. 

“Sweetheart, I really don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” he said, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your pulse, “I want to take you out, romance you, meet that pretty mare you got back home, stargaze in the field outside my parents' ranch… “ he smiled into kiss placed behind your ear, “and you seem really into the idea of getting caught,” he licked from the base of your throat to your ear, you shuddered, tugging on his hair, “and I would never be opposed to fulfilling my girl’s needs, no matter the time…Or place”, he said nibbling on your earlobe, smirking into your flushed skin at your breathless whimpers. 

My girl. His endearment and actions made you blush and try to hide a bashful smile by burying your face into his shoulder. No one you could remember had this effect on you, and it scared you just as much as it made you dizzy. 

Jake kissed your temple and looked at you with a hopeful, longing gleam in his eye, a bright genuine smile, his adorable dimples showing through.

Up till now, you assumed this would be a one-time hookup and after two more weeks, you’d never see each other again which disappointed you more than you would care to admit. After all, that was how Hangman seemed to handle all his one-night stands, as you’d heard through the grapevine. But he wanted to take you out? Meet Sweet Girl, your pride and joy back home? See where you called home? Take you to his home? And then he was back to doing sinful things to your body? 

“I would love that,” you said smiling and breathless. 

He beamed at you, showing his pearly whites, and brought his lips to yours again. 

“Fuck, your lips are like candy,” he moaned against your lips. 

You broke the kiss to catch your breath, “Jake, please...”, you mewled with a pout. Your face was flushed, your eyes glassy, and your lips were kiss swollen. You looked perfect; all needy and ready for him.  

A smug grin spread across his face, you were so desperate. It only inflated his ego more.

“Please what? I’m having trouble understanding you”, his smug eyes contrasting his furrowed eyebrows and faux confused expression.

You huffed, tensing your jaw, and rolling your eyes, “Jake-”

“Come on, let me hear it, princess,” he laid kisses along your neck. 

Rolling your eyes, huffing in annoyance, your resolve eroding by each kiss laid to your pulse, “please fuck me, Jake.”

“Atta girl, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” he smirked, “I know you’re desperate sweetheart, but your gonna have to wait till we go somewhere else before I can fuck you properly” He chuckled at the low whine that escaped your throat as you pouted. 

You were absolutely adorable. 

He smirked and kissed your pouted lips, still holding your hips against the pool table with his own, thinking about all the surfaces in his shared dorm he wanted to christen with you.

 “Well….”

He looked at you with piqued interest and raised eyebrows, your eyes filled with a sense of shyness and excitement. 

"There's always the pool table on base… and nobody uses that one anyways" you bashfully smirked, trying to hide a full-blown grin. 

He could have sworn he felt the last drop of blood leave his brain and flow to his dick at your words.

"Fuck, I love the way you think". He said lifting you off the table and leading you to the Hard Deck parking lot to his truck; paying no mind to the absence of their teammates' cars in the parking lot. He opened the door for you before running to the driver's side. He started the ignition as you littered kisses on his neck and reached out to caress his inner thigh, reaching for his cock through his jeans.

"Sweetheart, if we're going to do this, I need to be able to drive us," he said, hissing as you found the sweet spot behind his ear, sucking, biting, and soothing with your tongue, leaving a hickey in its wake. His hands tensed on the gear shift and steering wheel as he felt your hand graze his abdomen and sneak into his jeans, squeezing his bare length. 

"Then what’s stopping you, cowboy." You purred, pausing your assault on his neck and meeting his lust-glazed eyes with a hushed, breathless tone. 

“You need to behave if we’re gonna do this, Sweets”, he groaned feeling your warm hand on his length.

“Or what?”, you challenged. 

Jake grabbed the back of your head, fingers tangling firmly in your hair to bring you mere inches close to his face, “Well, sweetheart… I won’t let you cum and I really don’t think you want our first night together to end like that. It would be such a waste after all your hard work.” His lust-blown eyes were awaiting a challenge, but they were only met with a hitched breath and a low noise from the back of your throat. 

He slammed his lips to yours, slamming on the gas to break multiple traffic laws to get back to base, feeling your hot gaze on him the entire way home. 

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FMAB / AoT Comparisons and Contrasts

I was holding off on making this post because I didn’t have enough evidence to compare EVERY aspect from both franchises, but I feel like I have enough evidence to at least explore the similarities between a majority of the main characters and a couple locations. That said, I reserve the right to make a second part to this post if I feel like it.

OKAY! SO!

Because I am an avid, hardcore fan of both Attack on Titan and Fullmetal Alchemist, I began to look compare and contrast characters from both series and oh my goodness the similarities are uncanny- like, y’all, I’m so convinced Isayama took inspiration from FMA, I’d be shocked if he didn’t.

Before I get into anything, I should point out that someone has made a couple of these observations already in a Reddit post, but I’m just adding onto these findings. Link to the OG post is below.

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED EITHER SHOW!!

Alright, so to start off in terms of characters, we’ve got Edward Elric and Eren Jaeger.

They’re both hot-tempered kids who lose their moms and see her suffer in horrific ways.

Their dads also technically walked out on them early on in their lives.

They also lose body parts but get them back at some point.

The deaths of their mothers trigger their character arcs, starting with how? Enlisting in the military.

Then there’s Winry Rockbell and Mikasa Ackerman:

Childhood friends/love interests whose parents died at a young age.

They care deeply about the protagonists.

They’re also terrifying when angry.

Alphonse Elric and Armin Arlert:

The blonde, smart, sensible characters who are almost always by the protagonists’ side.

Got an absolute GLOW-UP as they got older.

Trisha Elric and Carla Jaeger:

Mothers to the protagonists who have the signature “dead anime mom” hairstyle.

Died while the protagonists were young.

Their deaths prompted their sons’ character arcs. (If not the entirety of both series.)

Unaware of their husbands’ past.

Van Hohenheim and Grisha Jaeger:

Fathers to the protagonists who walk out on their families at an early age.

Both wear glasses and have somewhat? long hair.

Both were either directly or indirectly responsible for murder at some point.

Under the heel of a higher power too. (Grisha with Marley and Hohenheim with Xerxes.)

Jean Havoc and Jean Kirstein:

These are literally the same characters, just different shows.

Same first name, same haircut, same mannerisms, SAME ENGLISH VA-

Also kinda got a glow up as they got older.

Once again, if I had a nickel for every time Mike McFarland voiced a character named Jean with an undercut and playboy tendencies, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right??

Roy Mustang and Levi Ackerman:

The cool, collected and unbelievably badass heartthrobs with black hair and high military ranks.

Also terrifying when pissed off.

Riza Hawkeye and Hange Zoe:

The second in command that’s usually by their superior’s side.

Also unbelievably badass.

People may or may not ship them with their superior.

Erwin Smith and King Bradley:

I honestly could not find much similarities between these two except for the fact that they’re both leaders of their military division?

And they both die in the end I guess.

Maes Hughes and Marco Bodt:

The kind, gentle hearted ally of the protagonists who find out the truth about their enemies before anyone else and dies because of it.

Lust and Annie Leonhart:

Female antagonists that get dealt with early on in their series.

Capable of regeneration of their body.

Brings harm to the protagonist’s ally at one point. (Lust with Hughes and Annie with Marco.)

Gluttony and Bertholdt Hoover:

Male antagonists who are usually around or involved with their female partner one way or another (Bertholdt with Annie / Gluttony with Lust).

Care for their female partner a lot.

Both are killed by being eaten by someone (Bertholdt is eaten by Armin / Gluttony is eaten by Pride), but not before desperately crying out for their female partner (Bertholdt cries out for Annie / Gluttony cries out for Lust).

Scar and Reiner Braun:

Scorned men and enemies of the protagonist who eventually come after them to get revenge for their homeland(?).

Turn around and become good(?) in the end, fighting alongside the protagonists’ allies against a common but VERY different enemy (Reiner with Eren / Scar with Father).

Truth and Ymir Fritz:

Beings from another realm that interact with the protagonist one way or another.

Aid the protagonist realize their full potential, for better (Edward) and for worse (Eren).

Homunculi and Titan Shifters:

Mysterious beings with regenerative properties and unique powers.

Their powers can be transferred to new users if the previous users dies(?) (Ex. Greed with Ling / Eating a Titan Shifter as a pure Titan).

I swear I am not crazy, I just have an unhealthy obsession with both of these shows. Making a part two shortly.

OG Reddit post here:

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𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 , 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 ; 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 ; 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎 ; 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 ; 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚞𝚖 ; 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚢𝚎 ── 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌.

,     𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

FULL NAME : luciana labaki   ALSO KNOWN AS : luci mayhem NICKNAME(S) : lu, luci, luchi AGE : thirty-three DATE OF BIRTH : march 31st, 1991 GENDER + PRONOUNS : cis woman, she/her SEXUALITY : bisexual MARITAL STATUS : divorced PETS : a mini-poodle named canela CURRENT RESIDENCE : fieldston, bronx EDUCATION : bachelor of science degree in entertainment business & film production ( the los angeles film school, class of 2014 ) OCCUPATION : reality tv star / actress / development producer @ myhm media / co-founder of vault TV / 100% that bitch

,     𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄

HAIR COLOR & STYLE : naturally black, styled down in flowing waves or worn straight EYE COLOR : dark brown HEIGHT : 5’ 4" ( 164 cm ) BUILD & BODY SHAPE : slim, hourglass PIERCINGS : bellybutton & multiple ear piercings TATTOOS : she doesn’t have any, but she gets fake/temp rune tattoos to portray her character, ravena ── the host of the after show “ravena’s fright night fiesta” on vault tv. she doesn’t always remove the tattoos right away, so you might catch her still sporting them days after filming. ( for visual reference, think of emeraude as isabelle in shadowhunters ) DISTINGUISHING FEATURES : beauty mark on the left of upper lip SIGNATURE SCENT : pure poison by dior

,     𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

ZODIAC SIGN : aries ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral PERSONALITY TYPE : ESTP ── the entrepreneur ENNEAGRAM : 8w7 ── the nonconformist LIKES : pop culture facts from decades past, bust-flaunting fashion, candles, retail therapy, lingerie, kisses and cuddles from her dog, buzzfeed quizzes that don’t prove anything about you but are fun to do, her baby blue 1964.5 ford mustang, happy hours & sunday brunches, spirited debates, witty banter, rom-coms ( unironically ). DISLIKES : being wrong ( esp admitting it ), being told what to do, loud chewing or slurping noises, authority figures ( except her mom ). TRAITS : ingenious, charismatic with a side of messy personality, lil bit shameless, upbeat, sardonic, slightly morally ambiguous, spontaneous bordering on impulsive, intentionally and unintentionally chaotic, sporadically brash, selectively meddlesome, self-indulgent, can be vain, kinda over-dramatic but pretends otherwise, natural tendency to talk with her hands, unabashedly flirty & salacious if the mood is right, occasionally very stubborn but prefers to call it “ strong willed ”, prone to bouts of unsolicited insight, can be brutally honest ( with an emphasis on the brutal ), lifelong amateur chef, often impatient.

,     𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

HOMETOWN : los angeles, california FATHER : eli mayhem ( born elias labaki ). singer, songwriter, and television personality. he is the lead vocalist of the heavy metal band blood sabbath. co-founder of mayhem nation, an annual music festival tour of the united states and sometimes europe and japan, featuring performances by heavy metal bands and hard rock musical groups. ( insp by ozzy osbourne & black sabbath ) MOTHER : lupe mayhem ( born guadalupe rojas ). television personality, entrepreneur, talent manager and businesswoman. co-founder of mayhem nation, and founder and president of myhm media ( production company ). BROTHER : danny mayhem ( born daniel labaki ), older. ETHNICITY : mexican-lebanese COMBINED FAMILY NET WORTH : $450 million

,     𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄

SUBURBAN MAYHEM ( TV SERIES 2005 - 2010 ) - reality tv program featuring the domestic life of heavy metal singer eli mayhem and his family. suburban mayhem launched the whole “mayhem” family into the public eye and spawned other reality shows with varied degrees of success: suburban myhm vol. 2, holidays are mayhem: especial de navidad, road to mayhem: la senda del caos, eli mayhem’s detour, etc. ➤ taglines : “every neighborhood must have its crosses to bear and beverly hills has its share in the form of aged shock rocker eli mayhem and family” , “beverly hills 90210 to beverly hills 666” , “home, crazy home with the masters of mayhem!”

,     𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

the daughter of lupe and eli mayhem, she appeared on the reality television show suburban mayhem ( 2005–2010 ) with her family, for which they won an emmy award for outstanding reality program. the series started when she was fourteen, and ended when she was nineteen.

after her appearance on the reality show, she was featured on subsequent shows as a guest star, appearing sporadically while enrolled at the los angeles film school.

despite her status as a reality tv star and her knack for being in front of a camera, she had no real aspirations of becoming a legit actress at the time and was more interested in the business and behind the scenes side of the film industry instead.

after graduating, she started working at myhm media as an executive assistant to c-level executives. she’s since moved to the development department, joining the ranks of development producers to find stories and scripts with potential to be commissioned by a tv channel or made into feature films. they have teamed up with other production companies such as a24 and blumhouse productions to help fund various projects.

dated [ WC ] for a short time before they spontaneously tied the knot. the sudden nuptials set social media alight with pregnancy rumors, while others thought it was a publicity stunt.

founded vault tv with her spouse. the entertainment company & premium streaming service is mostly known for developing, producing and distributing horror themed digital content. the company is backed by myhm media and releases about 100 videos every three months, averaging more than 100 million online views a month. it has a combined social media following of around 9 million on facebook & instagram, and 8.41 million paid subscribers. vault tv has been involved in the development of interactive haunted house experiences and collaborates with universal’s halloween horror nights to bring mazes, terror trams and scare zones based on their stories.

though she had experimented with acting in student films during her college days, it wasn’t until the creation of vault tv that she got truly swept into it. her involvement was more casual at first, consisting of minor roles and brief appearances in vault tv’s web-based productions, which helped her further carve a name for herself among horror enthusiasts and unlocked opportunities for future pursuits.

vault tv’s flagship show “ fright nights ” quickly garnered cult status and was later developed into a haunted-house attraction for universal studios. encouraged by the cult-like following that sprung up around the horror anthology, a live aftershow was created to serve as companion to the series.

in early 2023, vault tv launched a gaming division, vault games, to produce and publish horror-themed video games for console, pc and mobile devices in an effort to branch out into interactive media.

she is the host of “ravena’s fright night fiesta”, a weekly aftershow that live streams every thursday night on vault tv’s website, about an hour after a new episode of “fright nights” is released on the streaming platform ( each episode is added to vault tv’s library the following day ).

,     𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂

she’s grown pretty desensitized to the cameras being around her at almost all times and has learned the art of putting on a show while being more private about the things that truly matter to her.

many moments that aired on her family’s reality show(s) were greatly exaggerated for entertainment purposes, like her mother’s never ending neighborly feud that showed lupe hurling various household items and even a baked ham over their neighbors’ fence because they kept playing loud music at ungodly hours. but, some of the family’s lowest lows were also caught on camera, namely eli’s nearly fatal quad bike accident and his years-long struggle with addiction and recovery. unsurprisingly, the rawest moments made for the highest highs in terms of ratings.

before their divorce, luciana and [ spouse name ] had been privately separated for quite some time, but remained legally married for business reasons. struggles to maintain their public facade while seeing other partners often resulted in rumors about infidelity and speculation of an open relationship. due to the strain of keeping up the public illusion of marital bliss, cracks also started to show in their business partnership and the pair officially ended their marriage in early 2024.

as an actress, she’s mostly known for participating in b-horror style content produced by vault tv. she’s not interested in branching out to other genres and has been quoted to say her acting endeavors would likely remain limited to content produced in affiliation with vault tv and / or myhm media.

vault tv’s headquarters are located in new york. though most original content is filmed on location, “ravena’s fright night fiesta” is shot exclusively and entirely at vault tv’s studios in town.

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New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/top-4-best-replacement-headlights-for-the-ford-mustang-6th-gen/

Top 4 Best Replacement Headlights for the Ford Mustang 6th Gen.

Introduced in 2015, the 6th generation Ford Mustang stands out from the other muscle cars with it’s sleek and modern design, a range of engines, including the potent Shelby GT350, ride comfort and handling, performance options, and technology. Owners of the 6th generation Ford Mustang know how much these features have enhanced their overall driving experience, but you know what could make your ride even better? Headlights upgrade. That’s right, the right headlights for the Ford Mustang will:

enhance visibility, hence making your night time rides more fun and safe

LED lights provide a more focused and brighter light output compared to standard halogen bulbs,

improve your ride’s aesthetics and customize your ride in a way that turns heads everywhere you go

projector headlights are not blinding to other drivers hence ensuring your safety as well as other drivers’

So if you want all these benefits and to experience your ride as bright as it can be, check out these 4 headlights upgrades recommendations that we have for you.

1.) NOVA-Series Alpha-Black LED Projector Headlights Ford Mustang 2018-2022 AlphaRex

  These 6th gen Ford Mustang NOVA-series projector headlights are designed to be an outstanding lighting upgrade that withstand extreme weather conditions, on top of delivering exceptional lighting performance in any weather condition. Once installed, these headlights have activation light for when you unlock your ride, providing you with optimal visibility, colourful turn signals, all in a safe and sleek designed package.

2.) Xtune OE Left Driver Side Full LED Projector Headlight Ford Mustang 2018-2020

As an aftermarket lighting products provider, Xtune is known for making some of the most high quality lights and accessories, so we are sure that this headlight for Ford Mustang will have the same standard and quality.

Features:

Designed to Be An Exact Replacement for Your Factory Lights

With Smaller Projector Beam Light Allows More Room for Creative Styling

CAD-Designed

Weather Sealed to Keep Moisture Out

Provides Improved Illumination

Enhances Safe Driving During the Night or Inclement Weather

Gives You a Distinctive Presence On the Road

Guaranteed Xtune Craftsmanship

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3.) Diode Dynamic LED Headlights (Pair) Ford Mustang 2018-2023

With this upgrade, Diode Dynamics is providing you with sequential turn signals, a startup sequence, bright DRL, and a more aggressive, modern appearance. The brand is recognized as one of the most reputable LED light manufacturers in the market, and this headlight carries the same name and signature Diode Dynamics product quality. These headlights feature a bi-LED main projector, which provides increased output for both low beam and high beam, buy it today to see the difference in your Ford Mustang

4.) Raxiom LED Projector Headlights w/ Black Housing & Clear Lens Ford Mustang GT350 | GT500 2015-2022

Made to fit the Ford Mustang 2015-2017, Ford Mustang GT350 2018-2022, and  Ford Mustang GT500 2018-2022, this projector headlight by Raxiom is both functional and ready to improve your ride’s aesthetics. Raxiom has a couple of awards under their belt with the lighting products that the brand have manufactured, they have used the same expertise and knowledge to design this headlight for your Mustang.

Features:

Black Housing

Clear Lens

Superior Quality

Innovative Designs

5.) ( Bonus Staff Pick ) Oracle Lighting Dynamic Colorshift Headlight DRL Halo Kit w/ Sequential Turn Signal Ford Mustang 2018-2022

We don’t want to withhold good things from you, so this last recommendation will be a bonus from us. We recommend this headlight because it offers unique options such as sequential turn signal, white DRL mode, and smartphone control all in one package. Made to perfectly fit the 2018-2022 Mustangs, this headlight has a color-changing motion flow effect which can be controlled through a free smartphone app, and the system features over 200 pre-programmed moving patterns as well as static color control and color wheel, which gives you the option to choose the color of light you want for your headlight.

Kit Includes:

(6) DRL Circuit Boards

(2) Halo Rings

(1) Dynamic ColorSHIFT DRL/Turn Signal Multi-function Controller

If you have any questions about Ford Mustang upgrades, please do not hesitate to contact us. You can reach us by phone at 1-480-966-3040 or via email at sales@vividracing.com

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Unveiling the Ultimate Lifestyle: Supreme Hoodie and Classic Cars Under $20k

Introduction: 

In the realm of contemporary lifestyle, there’s an intricate balance between the latest trends in fashion and the timeless appeal of classic cars. This blog delves into the fusion of these worlds, exploring the coveted Supreme Hoodie Arabic and uncovering the best classic cars you can own for under $20,000. Let’s embark on this journey where style meets history!

Supreme Hoodie Arabic

Supreme is a brand that needs no introduction. Known for its iconic box logo and collaborations that send hypebeasts into a frenzy, Supreme consistently pushes the boundaries of streetwear. One of its standout pieces is the Supreme Hoodie Arabic.

The Supreme Hoodie Arabic is an emblematic example of Supreme’s ability to blend street fashion with cultural references. Featuring Arabic script on the front and the Supreme box logo on the back, it’s a testament to the brand’s global appeal. This hoodie is not just clothing; it’s a statement piece that transcends fashion, showcasing a fusion of contemporary aesthetics and cultural significance.

Best Classic Cars Under $20k

While streetwear aficionados chase the latest drops, automotive enthusiasts cherish the classics that have withstood the test of time. Here’s a list of the best classic cars under $20,000 : 

Mazda MX-5 Miata (NA/NB): The Miata is a beloved roadster that offers a pure driving experience. Early models, specifically the first and second-generation (NA/NB), can be found in excellent condition within this budget. Ford Mustang (SN95): The SN95 generation of the Ford Mustang brought back some of the classic pony car styling. These cars are not only affordable but also easy to modify and maintain.

Volkswagen Beetle: The iconic VW Beetle is a symbol of classic design and simplicity. You can find well-preserved vintage models for a fraction of the cost of more exotic classics.

Chevrolet C10: If you’re into trucks, the Chevrolet C10 offers timeless style. This classic pickup truck has a strong following and can be an excellent project vehicle. BMW 3 Series (E30): The E30 generation of the BMW 3 Series is hailed as one of the best driver’s cars ever made. It combines classic styling with a dynamic driving experience. Toyota Land Cruiser (FJ40): For off-road enthusiasts, the FJ40 Land Cruiser is a rugged classic that can handle any terrain. Finding one in good condition at this price point might take some effort, but it’s worth it.

Conclusion

In the world of contemporary lifestyle, fashion, and automotive enthusiasts coexist, each with their own passions and interests. The Supreme Hoodie Arabic represents the epitome of streetwear culture, merging global influences with style. On the other hand, classic cars under $20k are a gateway to a different kind of appreciation — the appreciation of timeless design and craftsmanship. Whether you’re a hypebeast or a gearhead, these worlds collide to create a unique blend of style and history that defines the ultimate lifestyle. So, take your pick and embrace the fusion of Supreme fashion and classic cars under $20k to craft your signature lifestyle.

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Stanislav Petera's Stunning Photographs of the Kingdom of Lo Mustang Are Captivating

Stanislav Petera's stunning photographs of the Kingdom of Lo are beautiful and captivating. Each one reflects his signature magical atmosphere.

This beautiful landscape photograph is one of the stunning photographs of the Forbidden Kingdom of Lo series by Stanislav Petera Stanislav Petera’s stunning photographs of the Kingdom of Lo are beautiful and captivating. Each one reflects his signature magical atmosphere. BY SEAN LEYWES Stunning Photographs of the Kingdom of Lo Mustang Stanislav Petera, Forbidden Kingdom of Lo. Three. Photo:…

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Best Selling Ford Cars

Are you considering which car you should buy? If you want to find a suitable car, keep reading this article about the list of the best selling Ford cars right now!

Ford Brand Overview

Ford is a prestigious car brand with headquarters in the United States. It is the most popular car company in the United States, owning many quality models, powerful engines, and class. Throughout a long history, Ford has always been the number 1 choice of customers around the world.

Ford has constantly improved the engine performance and modern technological equipment for its newly launched products. This car company changed its image in the eyes of domestic consumers about a year ago, raising the brand value much more than before.

Ford Focus

The new Ford Focus is available in three body styles: sedan, hatchback, and station wagon. In particular, the station wagon design is only sold in certain markets.

The typical impressive details of the American automaker must be mentioned: the Bi-Xenon lighting system that balances the projection angle and self-cleaning in the chestnut shape, the new grille, and the new LED daytime running lights that have been integrated. At the headlight, underneath is a large fog lamp that creates a perfect appearance.

The interior of the car is also sporty. A series of button systems and functional control keys are available on Taplo, and the steering wheel is very luxurious, like supercars. More special is the sporty instrument cluster with a chrome border; in the middle is a central screen displaying detailed indicators.

Ford Focus has a gentle electric power steering wheel with a very standard steering feel. With a small steering stroke, we feel the contact between the wheel and the road. In terms of acceleration, the car is slow in the low-speed range (below 50 km/h), but the car shows an outstanding advantage when it comes to high speed (above 50 km/h).

Ford Mustang

The Ford Mustang is a famous sports convertible coupe, a luxury car produced by Ford for the past 50 years. However, this model is still attractive because of its stylish, stylish and trendy design.

The car's exterior design is unique and impressive, with a strong, aggressive American appearance. The vehicle has dimensions of length x width x height of 4787.9 x 2080.3 x 1379.2 mm. Impressive front end with a sporty and prominent grille. In the center is the company's logo with the signature Ford words.

The interior design of the car stands out with modern equipment. The first time you enter the car's cockpit, you are immediately impressed with the unique rounded contours and the dashboard with many high-class aluminum panels. The driver's compartment has a sophisticated and modern design with unique details to bring the best experience.

As a sports car to bring customers the most powerful and authentic speed experience, Ford invests a lot in safety systems to help drivers feel secure when traveling at high speeds.

Ford Transit

Known as a model with a majestic appearance, equipped with a sturdy chassis. The latest version of Ford Transit has an overall length x width x height of 5981 x 2112 x 2111 mm, respectively. Thanks to the height advantage, Transit cars have become brighter and more dignified than ever.

Possessing a spacious interior, the interior of the New Ford Transit is well-equipped. The dashboard of the Transit car gives a very durable look over time. The buttons on the car are arranged seamlessly, neatly overflowing towards the driver to facilitate manipulation.

In addition, the car is equipped with large storage compartments to help the owner and front passenger store many things. Seats are upholstered in high-quality fabric or leather, depending on the variant. In particular, the driver's seat position has 6-way adjustment facilities and armrests to reduce fatigue.

>> Read full version best selling Ford cars here: https://boosty.to/philcarprice/posts/873ed307-1200-4201-bad7-ef29264340bc

[wingedwheelblog]

Shelby American launches the Signature Series Mustang to acknowledge its founder Review

Shelby American launches the Signature Series Mustang to acknowledge its founder Review

In the current market, the Ford Shelby GT500 is currently the most powerful Mustang produced and sold by Ford. However, the car’s 760 horsepower is still considered seldom compared to other Mustangs on the market. With the name Shelby, at the present time there is another more powerful, pure Ford variant than the other versions, which is the Shelby Super Snake created by Ford’s partner – Shelby…

[pumpkin-daydreams]

One of my favorite scenes, favorite chapters, from silentwalrus's FMA Caveat Emptor series (All work, chapter 3). How many times can I reread it before it stops sending me into fits of giggles? Jury is still out.

Excerpt:

Ed follows the lights back to the main access point, which is enough of a trudge that when he reaches the upper levels with the circles of natural light from open manholes he picks the nearest set of iron access rungs and starts to climb. He can smell cigarette smoke halfway up, hear voices; more soldiers, probably. Ed follows the talk without any of it passing through his actual brain, right up until he hears “- see the new Evine picture?” 

Ed pops his head out of the hole. “There’s a new Evine picture?” 

One of the soldiers squawks in surprise, stumbling back from the manhole. The other one is older and just grins down at him. “Boy is there. Wanna see?” 

Evine Eian is, to put it simply, the hottest person ever to live, in all of human history, from the beginning to the end of time. Ed, Al and Winry are all in agreement on this and have been ever since her breakout picture in 1917, which they all saw four times at Resembool’s incredibly shitty hand-cranked-by-Mr. Carter sheet-on-a-sheepshed movie theater. Paninya has a poster of her in her Gunslinger costume from Desert Riders on her bedroom ceiling. So did four other people Ed slept with the year that one came out. It’s possible that having her smirking down at him while his knees knocked against his own collarbones established certain conditioned responses during critical early phases of his sexual development, but Ed is totally fine with being a victim of marketing. Anyone with Evine’s cheekbones can victimize him however they want. 

So of course Ed follows the soldier’s pointing finger like it’s a mecca signpost. There’s a giant poster at the end of it, tacked up on one wall of a nearby newsstand, dwarfing and darkening all the other flyers and notices beneath. 

It’s her alright. Only instead of her signature waves, Eian’s shiny black hair is cropped short. Her usual navel-cut shirt is now high-collared, a crisp blinding white with just the top button undone. Her boots are black, leather and laced to the knee. There’s an honest to fuck whip in one hand and a crimson array inked in the palm of the other, and she’s smirking out of the poster like a crocodile with the hind leg of a sheep still hanging out the side of its maw. And over the whole thing, in a font Ed can only describe as incendiary, are the words JOY STALLION: THE BLAZING ALCHEMIST! EMPRESS of the EAST!

Ed can tell there’s something indescribable happening to his face, but it’s a distant second concern to what’s going on inside his brain and more importantly his limbic system. Is he making some kind of noise? Never mind that, he’s going to see Mustang right now and rectify the situation. 

[simoneashleydaily]

Simone Ashley interviewed for Hollywood Authentic

The New Wave: Simone Ashley

April 6, 2022

By Peter Howarth is the former editor-in-chief of Arena, British Esquire and Man About Town

‘I like making breakfast; whether it’s a smoothie or just scrambled eggs, it’s the first thing I think about, to be honest, in the morning,’ announces Simone Ashley. But her signature dish is curry. ‘I’m South Indian, so I’m Tamil, and the food… I mean my mum, she cooks the most amazing food.’ Today, in honour of Mum, Simone is making us a vegan curry. It’s vegan ‘because it’s just easier to do’, though she was vegan for a while, but started to eat meat again on the set of Sex Education, the Netflix series that turbo-charged her career.

Today’s recipe is, says Ashley, nothing special, just a go-to from a book. First up is the rice: ‘The trick is getting your ratios right. Ratio of rice to water and just low heat. You don’t want it to burn at the bottom, you don’t want it to overcook. Just take your time with it.’

Then she takes command of the kitchen, asking for a vegetable peeler – ‘This is a weak peeler!’ – and adds coconut oil, garam masala and black mustard seeds to butternut squash, not to mention the ready-peeled garlic she’s brought with her, as if she always travels with ingredients to hand. ‘I love cooking,’ she says. ‘I don’t really get to do it much with traveling around all the time and being on set, so it’s nice and a bit therapeutic to use my brain in a different way.’

Simone Ashley, now 27, says she grew up on Disney classics. ‘We always had The Jungle Book playing or Snow White… We went to Disneyland all the time.’ She knew the words to the whole of the remake of The Parent Trap – ‘Me and my brother used to recite that film in the car whenever we had long journeys’ – but admits that she thought the Lindsay Lohan character was played by real twins.

Then in adolescence it’s fair to say she developed very non-Disney tastes: one favourite film was Boogie Nights, and another, Kill Bill. ‘I loved Uma Thurman in Kill Bill… Everything about that film, the colours, the cinematography, the music, everything, and just how driven this character was.’ Tarantino’s world was, however, a far cry from her own, growing up in Surrey with her parents, both academics, who were first-generation immigrants from India. She did the normal teenage things like waitressing and getting fired from a hairdressers – ‘I messed someone’s highlights up and I washed them off in the wrong way’ – and claims that unlike her Sex Education character, she was not ever part of the cool gang at school.

‘I failed at everything in school. It was just my attention that was bad,’ she says. And she also failed to learn Tamil or Hindi, which her mother encouraged her to do. In the end, Mum got her playing French video games to try and get her to pick up the language, reasoning that as she’d been named Simone, French might be the answer. It wasn’t. ‘I was awful – at maths, all of that stuff. Just had no interest. And my brother would force me and sit me down, bless him, and get me to revise, get me to study. He tried so hard and I just had zero interest in it. I was very stubborn in that sense. If I didn’t like it, then I just wouldn’t do it.’

That stubborn streak paid off, though, when she found acting. She says now that she was just determined to make it work. Shortly after her first job as ‘a background artist’ in Straight Outta Compton, she did more TV work in the UK and then landed the role of the bubble-gum-bubble-blowing Olivia in Sex Education.

During lockdown she moved to LA to try and jump-start things stateside. ‘I do love LA,’ she says. ‘I have more fun here, when I’m out here, and I eat better; I think it’s the sun. It just makes me feel a bit more energised and proactive.’ She spent her days walking a secret hiking trail through Griffith Park to admire the view of Los Angeles spread out below while eating sandwiches. And then occasionally she’d hit the road. ‘I used to drive a little Mustang when I was living out here, and I loved it. I’d always have Fleetwood Mac blasting and I’d just take off.’ The music was inherited from her dad, she says: ‘I grew up listening to that kind of music. The Doors, Rolling Stones, Fleetwood.’

Ironically, the next job required Ashley to relocate back to the UK for Bridgerton, the hit period drama, famous for being colour-consciously cast. Ashley is front and centre of Season 2, so front and centre that when she looks out of her hotel window on Sunset today, what stares back at her is an enormous billboard: ‘When I wake up and I’m getting hair and makeup done or I’m having breakfast or a coffee, I’m literally looking outside at mine and Johnny [Bailey]’s and Charithra [Chandran]’s faces!’

She’s been overwhelmed by the response to the series: ‘We’ve seen such really positive feedback from people seeing people that look like me and Charithra on this show,’ she says. And she admits that the role has changed her. ‘I used to think, “Oh, I want to just be seen as an actress”, but I now realise that in this line of work you are representing and you do have a voice. I think a part of me was quite scared of owning the fact that, yeah, I am representing a minority. And I think it would be quite naive of me to think I’m just an actress, because, to think that is to think that the problem’s been solved and that we are in an industry and in a world where it’s completely normalised, and we’re far from it. Hopefully, in 20 years’ time it won’t be an issue, but we’re not there yet.’

She confesses she hasn’t talked about this before because ‘there is something quite scary about owning that position’. But then she smiles. ‘But I can have so much fun with this and I don’t need to be afraid. And it’s not about just me. It’s about sharing space with so many other amazing South Indian, South Asian actors.’

It sounds like she’s had a revelation. ‘Whatever industry you’re in, whatever you do, we all have a voice, we all have the power to speak,’ she says. ‘And I think that’s something I’ve never addressed in my life until now, when I’m dipping my toes a bit further in, I guess. Yeah it’s a bit scary, but it feels limitless when it’s positive, like you can just keep going downhill, like on a bike, speeding forward. It’s like when you’re on a swing, that stomach feeling. There’s nothing to stop you.’ And we’ll eat to that.

[seat-safety-switch]

Pop quiz, hot shot: what’s the most common way people lose tools? By putting them underneath something else, of course. Whether it be stray service manuals, a 1989 Ford Mustang SVO, or just other tools, the fact that our image-processing capabilities are vastly diminished when we’re looking at some shit trapped under some other shit means that you can be staring right at the screwdriver you just had in your fucking hand and not see it. That’s why we partnered with our sister magazine, Spicy Isotopes Quarterly, to develop this new radioactive pigment that you can apply to your tools.

See, traditional light-based location methods, such as the human eye, fall down quickly when something is so-called opaque. Not so to the proud gamma radiation, which can punch through anything and everything. Just take out your special tester (it’s really a factory-QA-rejected Geiger counter with a couple “mods” and a cool limited-series collectible sticker on the front) and set it for whatever kind of tool you want to locate. It’ll pick up the unique signature emitted by each variety of our paint, and with just a little work, you can find that socket wrench you left under the lift before lowering it. It’ll save literal minutes of frustration, and hours that you would otherwise waste cleaning up and organizing your slovenly garage.

Of course, I’m not going to lie to you. We have had some legal challenges with a group of individuals who like to call themselves “the government.” However, our legal department has told us that as long as we don’t recognize them as being part of the government, they can’t do shit to us. Is that a gold picture frame? Must be a French court that has no jurisdiction over me, then. Says so right in this book I got from the internet. You want to see the book? Fat chance, Napoleon.

Needless to say, this legal gambit can’t go on forever. We need your money in order to keep fighting it, and what better way to show your support and organize your tools at the same time than to buy a couple bottles of our special paints? We’ll even throw in a lead-lined apron for your protection, and the first 25 customers will get real lead in it, so call today!

[jokerfan99]

My Top 10 Favorite Anime Heroines by DarkChild316

Being a hero isn’t easy, but someone’s gotta do it! And these ladies have shown to be just as capable as their male counterparts. Now I’ve already done a list showing everyone “My Top 10 Anime Villainesses”, but I figured: “Hey the good girls deserve some love too,” so I decided to give you guys my list of my Favorite Anime Heroines as well. So, with that in mind, here’s my list:

#10. Saeko Busujima (Highschool of the Dead): This is an anime that will give you plenty of two things in abundance…boobs and zombies! While it may seem like your run-of-the-mill apocalyptic fanservice anime, among the well-proportioned ladies is this kendo warrior who’s more than capable of holding her own against any foe and would fit right in with even the most old-school samurai-themed anime. When the dead start to walking most of the cast usually reach for a form of firearms, not this lady who prefers to slice apart the undead with the greatest of discipline and precision, whether it be with her signature bokken or her deadly Murata-tou sword. There’s no denying that Saeko’s the ideal companion we’d want on our side for a zombie apocalypse.

#9. Touka Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul): Living as a ghoul isn’t easy, especially when you’re trying your damnest to retain what little remains of your humanity. Starting off as a cold, yet collected individual, Touka found shelter in both the horrors of her dark past and her constant hunger for flesh in her day job at a café as a waitress which serves other ghouls and as a hangout stop for ghouls. While she grew warmer as her relationship with one Ken Kaneki grew, she’s not without her bestial side, possessing an abject hatred for the CCG after they killed her parents. In a series where everyone seems to be on the edge of insanity and turning into a rampaging, bloodthirsty monster, Touka is one of the few characters genuinely fighting for a chance at a peaceful life.

#8. Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist): Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye is undoubtedly one of the best female anime characters of all time and for good reason, she is truly the perfect soldier. As both an Amestrian State Military’s officer as well as Colonel Roy Mustang’s bodyguard, Riza Hawkeye is a dangerous sharpshooter and firearms specialist. From the outside she can seem strict and even a little cold, but those close to her know that there’s much more to her than her strict no-nonsense attitude, including a courteous nature in the presence of her allies and a desire to protect those she holds dear. Beneath the strict persona is a kind soul who understands the difficulty of carrying a heavy burden and let’s not forget…she’s a true badass in every sense o the word!

#7. Erza Scarlett (Fairy Tail): She went from child slave to arguably one of the strongest mages in all of Fiore. All while battling against S-Class mages, terrifying demons, and even her own psychotic mother, now that’s dedication folks! Forced by her possessed childhood friend to build the Tower of Heaven, she manages to escape her captivity and make her way to Fairy Tail, where she would soon rise to become one of Fairy Tail’s youngest S-Class mages and one of the most truly badass fighters in Fairy Tail’s ranks. With her magical ability known as Re-Quip, she has an unlimited number of weapons and armors at her disposal, each possessing their own devastating abilities. She’s a stoic warrior with a soft heat and a dark past, and you can bet your ass that she’ll fight to defend her Nakama to the bitter end.

#6. Ryuko Matoi (Kill la Kill): Her choice of armor may be a bit on the revealing side but going against this rebel isn’t the smartest idea if you value your life. You’re not likely to find a more stubborn soul in this absolutely whacky series and trust me…NONE of these characters are on the subtle side of things. In search of her father’s killer, Ryuko takes up the sentient life-fiber uniform Senketsu, and openly battles the dictatorship that is the Student Council. Stubborn as hell, Ryuko will always stand up to anyone who gets in her way, no matter how badly the odds are stacked against her. How can you not love someone with that kind of drive!

#5. Saber (Fate/stay night): Before she became a hero in the endless Holy Grail Wars, Saber was actually Artoria Pendragon, known throughout history as King Arthur, the mythical King who united Britain. As the Saber-class servant, Artoria generally tries to hide her identity in battle by using an invisible sword. When pushed, she can brandish Excalibur instead though, a sword she wields with unmatched skill and can do long-range attacks as easily as close-range. With her holy sword, and her “Mana Burst” ability, she is one of the most powerful Servants. Saber is loved by fans worldwide for good reason: she is kind, valiant, and fierce, all traits that make for one divine heroine. None would mind putting the fate of the world in this blonde beauty's hands.

#4. Mikasa Ackerman (Attack on Titan): Attack on Titan's Mikasa is one of those reserved, stoic characters who doesn't speak very often and seems to be stuck in her own head. After all the trauma she’s experienced living under the looming terror of Titans and the carnage she witnessed while part of the Survey Corps, not to mention the brutal murder of her biological parents by criminals, it would be difficult to come out unscathed. Perhaps it’s endurance that is one of Mikasa’s most relatable traits. Despite her often-cynical comments about the world around her, she manages to retain her humanity. Mikasa herself said, “This world is cruel. And yet... so beautiful.” The stereotypical boy-saves-girl gender roles that play out in media are also very much reversed when it comes to her relationship with Eren, which is a refreshing and welcome change of pace to see, though her protectiveness of him seems a little unhealthy at times. On top of everything mentioned, she’s also totally ripped.

#3. Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion): I just couldn’t leave out Neon Genesis Evangelion’s Asuka Langey Soryu from this list of awesome female protagonists. Asuka is a classic anime heroine and remains beloved by fans of the show to this day. Asuka is an American teenage girl who serves as an Eva pilot for the Evangelion Project and pilots the Evangelion Unit-02. Asuka was raised in Germany and often swears in German. She was a child prodigy with a college degree at only fourteen years old, but definitely has her human flaws. She has a temper and is obsessed with being the best at everything she does. Despite these flaws, Asuka is hilarious in her own way and has the kind of confidence and pride you rarely see in a young girl. She knows she can do her job well and isn't afraid to tell you about it. Asuka is relatable in that she is stubborn and often has a hard time properly expressing her feelings and vulnerability to others. Her eventual nervous breakdown shines a light on her humanity-- she is not a perfect person and she is still a child forced to do a job that no child should be forced to do.

#2. Motoko Kusanagi (Ghost in the Shell): Major Motoko Kusanagi is one of the primary protagonists of the popular Ghost in the Shell franchise of manga, films, and animated series. Motoko is a cyborg who works as a field commander for Public Security Section 9 on the Japanese National Public Safety Commission. Motoko is a very physically strong and incredibly intellectual who that is quick-witted and an excellent hacker. But put a firearm in her hand, and she’s especially deadly. As a child, Motoko was comatose following an airplane accident. After her health began to steadily decline, her consciousness was put into a  "full-body prosthesis,” an augmented-cybernetic human body. Motoko causes us to question exactly what makes us human. She is an emotional, stoic, strong woman who fights for the citizens she protects, yet she lives inside an artificial body. But her greatest use is as a platform to speak on the nature of humanity in a technological age. She's a human mind that has been stuck in an artificial body since childhood, and her life and trials bring up the age-old question, "What does it mean to be human?"

#1. Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon): You really can’t have a list of awesome female protagonists without including everyone’s favorite schoolgirl superhero: Usagi Tsukino from Sailor Moon. Usagi is the embodiment of an empowering female in anime in her fearless display of conventional femininity without any implied weakness. Usagi is your typical teenage girl who is all about her friends, food, and cute things, while simultaneously being a badass heroine who cleanses the streets of evil. In the original manga and anime, Usagi was portrayed as reluctant to be a superhero and would often run away from fights and be a crybaby. However, through her careful character development, Usagi becomes a brave, reliable, and confident person who cares deeply for her friends. She becomes a better version of herself without stereotypically “shedding” her girliness. Instead, her femininity becomes a defining feature of hers, deconstructing the idea that being girly makes you weak. On the contrary, Usagi’s girliness makes her funny, relatable, and a good role model for young girls. Usagi set the template for a generation of female heroines for generations to come, and it’s for that reason why she’s well-deserving of my #1 ranking on my list.

So that's my updated list, what did you guys think about it? Love it, hated it? Go on and tell me what you think and let me know who your favorite anime heroines are. See you soon!

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[kaelio]

When I was 17 I worked a summer job at an Army-Navy surplus that specialized in vehicles, way out in bumfuck nowhere Southeast US. The place was owned and managed by a pair of Korean war vets named Otto and Sam. Otto and Sam couldn't be more different; Otto was a decorated soldier and mustang Major who stood up straight with a glock on his hip, spoke clearly and curtly, and was always focused on the task at hand. Sam was an obese, frequently stoned laundry ship veteran with a long list of war stories that all seemed to take place in "oriental brothels". Otto and Sam were fair employers, paid us kids $12/hr when that was half a fortune, and never made us work outside when it was too hot. Sam and Otto also fucking hated each other. Those two fought all the time, bickering as only old men could. They fought about inventory, they fought about customer orders, they fought about what to get for lunch. More worrisome were the days when they weren't speaking at all, not even acknowledging each other's presence, just silently fuming at opposite ends of the warehouse. Our story takes place after several consecutive "quiet" days. One particularly hot morning I was mowing the yard when Sam ambled up in his signature stained t-shirt and called me aside. He was visibly high and pissed as hell, his eyes darting around in what I can only assume was marijuana induced-paranoia. I was concerned, but followed him into the shade of a rusting M37. He started ranting about Otto, saying the Major "thinks he's so tough carryin' a glock everyware" and "I 'ave a gun too, don't make me Rambo" and "He's got a big surprise comin' for 'em." He brandished a Beretta from his pajama pants to show me. After a few more angry words he stalked off towards Otto. As soon as he left I gathered the other field kids and filled them in on the situation. We decided to take a break that just so happened to take place at the far end of the yard behind the sturdiest, most bullet-proof looking inventory. We waited there 10, maybe 15 minutes before the yelling starting. Then a sporadic series of gunshots. Then silence. After another half an hour with no sign of either Sam or Otto we slowly crept back down towards the warehouse office, only to find them both sitting quietly at their respective desks. The smell of spent gunpowder was still in the air. A window was broken. I asked about it; Otto casually dismissed it, saying he bumped into it while carrying a metal canister. Don't worry about it. Sam nodded and grunted without looking up from his paperwork. Sam and Otto were a little friendlier to one another for the rest of that summer. A few years back Otto passed away from cancer. Not to be outdone, Sam suffered a stroke less than a month later and followed him. I've not yet worked anywhere so interesting since then.   -- Riatsala