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[vdubbinr32]

Truck progress.. I haven’t updated this in awhile

My YouTube has it all though

[oldmanbayou]

BRING BACK THE VW RABBIT PICKUP

[bluesidez]

The Love Lab presents:

Boyfriend is to Husband

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader

summary: How would Miguel react if you did the “calling my bf my husband” trend? 🤔

content warning: It gets a little suggestive, but other than that, it’s fluff fluff fluff. There are short mentions of food, but nothing too crazy. The Miguel in here is also not Spiderman. Just a little guy.

credit for art and dividers: Me! and @kimjiho1 (plus another person for the gif divider, if this is yours, lmk!)

a/n: This will be apart of a series called The Trendy Couple! This is the first installment ☝🏾😌. I’m not sure how long the series will be, but right now it’s just based off of cute couple's trends. My fyp has suffered trying to do research for this…

word count: 2.2k

I use the word "buggy" in here. Buggy = shopping cart or trolley. I'm southern so buggy just rolls off the tongue. ❤︎ Plus, it sounds cute!

You and Miguel have been out since 8 am running errands and grabbing supplies to fill up the new apartment. 

After a year of your dresser being full of his sweatpants and hoodies and his furniture hosting several of your blankets, his fridge being stocked of your favorite fruits and your shower caddy holding his body care, you both decided it was best to live together. 

Towel sets, bed sheets, comforters, silverware, curtains. This was only the tip of what you and Miguel had managed to stuff inside the car.

After hitting five shops just that morning, you opted to stay in the car while Miguel went and handled a pickup order from the hardware store. It was getting closer to lunchtime and you didn’t want to become irritable because of the long lines. 

To pass the time, you decided to scroll on TikTok, watching video after video, reacting to each accordingly. 

First, it was chatty kitties begging for food. Then, it was edits of hot wrestlers. Next, it was ramen recipes to cook at 2am. There were even a couple of NPC lives even though the trend was nearly dying at this point. 

Finally, you scrolled to a video hosting a girl and her boyfriend huddled together in a car over the console.

She’s leaned up against him, her smile beaming, “Today I’m going to be guessing my husband’s favorite things!”

“I’m not your husband,” are the words that shoot from her boyfriend’s mouth, fast as lightning. Cold. Unkind. Callous. 

You watch as the girl’s smile drops and the video cuts, her laughing out of shock beforehand, evidence of her trying to stamp out her embarrassment. 

You watch more as his grin widens and she gives him this awkward glance. 

“Not yet,” he adds, seeing how quiet she was. 

The video ends with her jumping at him playfully, trying to play the situation of. 

“Jesus,” you sigh, mouth turned sideways as you pause the video and open up the comments. Thousands of people were telling her to dump him, others questioning why he would say what he said in the way that he did. 

Your heart went out to the girl who clearly wanted to do a harmless joke that completely backfired. 

You liked a comment about this being a possible red flag. Although he could have responded that way because he wasn’t ready for marriage, his response was so quick and distant that it was like he was disgusted at the possibility of being with her that long. 

After working yourself up by scrolling through the comments, you decide to go even further by pressing the “calling my boyfriend ‘husband’” search at the top. 

There were so many stitches to the original video with people giving their own thoughts about the situation. Some people were proclaimed dating coaches, others psychologists, and a few influencers. 

You even see a follow up video from the original couple with the guy giving a shitty excuse as to why he was so quick in his response. 

“Yeah right,” you mumble, watching the girl snicker at her boyfriend’s pouts. You agree with the comments that his response makes the original video even worse. 

Still scrolling down, you find another video featuring a new couple. 

They’re at a table eating donut holes out of a hat, and when the girl calls her boyfriend “husband”, the guy’s entire body lights up. He’s grinning, cheeks rosy, and can’t stop staring back at his girlfriend. 

From there, you were able to see countless other couples with cute videos, all of the guys radiating at the word “husband.”

Biting your lip, you wondered how Miguel would react if you called him your husband. 

You loved him with all of your heart and you were sure that he loved you. You guys are literally moving into an apartment together. But the thought of him being unsettled by you calling him your husband weighed on you. 

Just as you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a knock near the trunk of the car startling you. Looking up in the rearview mirror, you see Miguel standing with a few bags and wood planks in his hands. You reach over and press a button to pop open the trunk. 

“Got everything?” you ask, turning to watch as he drops items in the back. 

“Yeah, I think so. Although there was almost a brawl over some potted plants,” he said. “Some older lady just came up to this guy and snatched his monsteras.” 

“What?” you respond, watching as he closed the trunk and walked around to the driver's seat. “Out of his hands or the buggy?”

Miguel laughed, both recalling the scene and finding your terms adorable. “She just came up and snatched it out of the cart while he was waiting at the end of the line. She swore that she saw it first.”

You listened to him retell the story, hand under your chin as you leaned closer. He was cute, lilt in his voice to make an impression of the plant thief. Thinking to yourself that you liked this little moment of playfulness, you take your phone out to record. 

Placing your phone in a case attached to the dashboard, you smile at the camera while Miguel’s still going. 

“‘You youngins think the world owes you everything, and that’s just not the case!’ And the poor guy is standing there going ‘ma’am, I just want my plant back.’ He looked so distressed.”

“I would be too! A random lady just shopped from my buggy. It’s like, why are you this close to me to see what I’m trying to buy?”

Miguel turns the car on and buckles up. “It started to escalate when the lady’s friend came over. Then there were two shrill voices fussing at this guy.”

He started to back the car out of the parking spot, hand behind your seat and head turned towards the back window. 

You slowly glanced at his arm, eyes tracing a vein up his shirt. 

Too bad you were in a car right now or else you’d let his arm wrap around you elsewhere. 

You tune back into his words, silently scolding yourself for letting something so simple get you to fold. 

“Luckily, I was able to calm them both down. All it took was me showing them some dasheen leaves,” he said, driving the car closer to the exit of the parking lot. 

You came to a conclusion. There was no better time than the present. 

“Aw, look at my husband. Saving the day with his genius,” you say, hand reaching out to pat his chest. 

Then you feel your body jerk to the right. The seat belt tightens as the car jerkingly swerves in between two parking spaces. 

You stare in a panic at Miguel who puts the car in park and turns his entire body towards you. 

“What did you just call me?” he asks, eyes searching yours, a little startled but mostly hopeful. 

You decide to keep the charades going, “I was just praising my husband for stopping the creation of another Karen video. Why did you turn the car like that?” You’re still looking at him as if he has two heads. 

“You just-!” Miguel takes your hands into his and places his forehead on his fists. “Baby, you know what you just said.” 

You laugh, a little giddy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Miguel leans back against his seat and closes his eyes, reaching down to take his seatbelt off. His eyebrows scrunch up as he brings your hand to his chest, “Feel my heartbeat.”

Your mouth drops as you feel his heart rattling against his chest. He really wasn’t being dramatic. 

“Baby look at me,” you grab his hands and hold them tight. “You did a good job today.”

His breath stopped, as he looked at you. His face was tinted from the whole fiasco. 

“Husband.”

Miguel’s entire body slumped as he grinned wide. He nearly jumped over the console to sag his body onto yours. 

His shoulders were shaking and you heard his laugh muffled by your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and make a face at the camera. 

“What’s up, Mig?” you say, trying to get him to talk. 

He mumbled into your clothes, shoulders still shaking. 

“I can’t hear you, you gotta sit up.”

He sits up and sniffles, turning his head toward the backseat. 

Looking at his profile you can see a few streaks down his face. 

“Are you crying?” you ask, turning his face towards yours. 

Miguel swipes his wrist across his cheeks, “Stop, this is extremely embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not! I promise it’s not,” you say, rubbing your thumb across his ear. “Talk to me.”

He chuckled, eyes looking down, “It just feels really good to know that you think of me that way. We don’t have to ever cross that line, but one day, if you would like, we can make that title true.”

“Is this a pre-proposal?” you ask, heartbeat in your ears. You went out on a limb to follow a trend, not knowing how it would end. Now you’re staring at Miguel’s flushed face with his heart pouring out into your lap. 

“Maybe,” he whispered, grabbing your hands. “Possibly a promise for what could be.”

You bite your lip to hold back a grin, “Can I know what could be right now?”

“And expose my plans? Not a chance,” Miguel smirked. “Besides, a husband knows what’s best for his partner, right?”

“He does,” you quip, rubbing your hand in a circle on his chest. “He also apparently forgets that SUVs can flip very easily.”

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he says, looking sheepishly at the placement of the car. “Did I startle you?”

You just giggle at his concern and give him a quick peck on the mouth. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that big of a reaction.”

“How would you react if I casually called you forever mine? While driving!”

“Go 90 in a 70,” you joke. “Maybe pull over and do a little more than make out.” You rub your hand down his chest, and squeeze playfully at his pec. 

Miguel stared back at you, body instantly reacting to the shift in conversation. “We can actually do that right now.”

He leaned forward and brought your lips to his. You could taste the mint from the gum he had earlier, humming when he pushed further into your mouth. 

He started to reach for your hips, ready to pull you over onto his lap. 

Your stomach let out a loud grumble, making you jump. 

“Ok, let’s try this again after we get you some food,” Miguel says, plastering kisses on your face. 

The day moves on smoothly with Miguel not letting you out of his sight, hands itching to hold you in some way. 

He also never lets the husband thing go. 

As you’re ordering lunch, “One lemonade for my baby. And a water with lemon for me, the husband.”

As you stop in a clothing store at the mall for a small break, “These say boyfriend jeans. Do they have any husband jeans?”

As you’re trying to reach the top shelf to grab the last of your favorite detergent, “No, cariño. Let your husband get it for you.”

As you’re looking for throw pillows and towel sets for the apartment, “You think they have a couple’s set? I want something that says ‘Mr.’ on it.”

As you stop at a gift store, looking for something extra to give to the movers, “Look, this shirt says it’s made of ‘hubby material.’ Should I get it?”

This feeling is only amplified when you post his initial reaction online. The comments were full of people yearning to be in your predicament. 

“If my boyfriend doesn’t crash the car when I call him husband, THROW HIM AWAY. 😒”

“Does he have a brother….asking for a friend”

“I needed this after the “I’m not your husband” he in LOVE”

“If your bf doesn’t cry at the thought of you, what are you doing”

“He was blushing HARRRRD 😭😭😭”

“So when’s the wedding? 🤨”

“He was literally cheesing and crying omg”

“Get you a man that stops the car to declare his love”

“What if I did a five mile marathon on i-55”

“He’s so in love with you that it’s palpable”

“He was ready do a lot more than make out 😭”

Miguel saw most things, a little embarrassed but mostly happy that so many people found him to be genuine. 

You laid on his shoulder as he checked the comments, liking the funny ones as they passed by.

“Do you want to make a response video?” you say, liking a comment going ‘he’s a good man, Savannah.’

“No, I think this is enough,” he replies, handing the phone back to you. “Let me keep a little mystery. At least until I actually propose, of course.”

You looked at him with stars in your eyes.

“A mysterious husband. I kind of like the sound of that,” you say, wrapping your body around his side. “Maybe I can be nosy, find out his secrets.”

“I bet you would, cariño,” he voiced, nuzzling his chin on top of your head. “After, everything is planned and done.”

You laughed and snuggled closer, happy to be with him.

Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading! ❣️

Any likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated and welcomed.

I'm excited for the future of this series and I hope you guys are too. When I finish the series masterlist, I'll link it here. If you guys have any trends that you want me to include, then just let me know and I'll see what I can do!

- Lauro ♡

[sreegs]

i'm currently at about 650km out of 5000km into The Long Drive. I gotta find the folder of screenshots to get some third person shots but here's a few of my progress.

For a while I was swapping cars/engines until I found a Wartburg body and put in a diesel golf. That was my hauler until I found this flatbed and transferred all I could. Alas, the bed itself is too buggy to actually tow cars but it's good for freight.

while the truck hauled a ton, it was slow and shit on hills. bad uphill, and very bad downhill as the acceleration and shit braking meant frequent meetings with telephone poles

I later stumbled on a Plymouth Fury engine which I installed in the truck, maxing it out at like 160kph, and clipping through the floor

Now i was in business regarding hills, but the truck still handled and braked like shit.

Finally, I found a VW Golf Caddie pickup and the perfect car for what I need. Cargo space and a top speed of 220kph! Hell yeah babey!!! (note the Plymouth engine still clipping through the hood)

This thing is great! This thing is also cursed.

I said it before: the most deadly NPC in this game is the Plymouth engine. Oh well, at least I found a can of hot pink spraypaint

It's hard to see in this video since it's dark, also I intentionally clipped it to be funny, but here's me reaching nearly 220 before smacking into a rock just before dawn.

The resulting crash flung car parts everywhere. I nearly lost my radiator until I found it here, this far away from the impact. The tiny pink dot on the horizon is my car parked near the rock.

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

what do you think about the VW Caddy (VW Rabbit pickup variation)

My car’s blue collar cousin? Oh of course I’m keen! Would be classist of me not to! I wrote a post about it too.

They're probably not the most capable work trucks out there and they probably aren't as refined a normal Mk1 Golf (which I may be spoiled but strikes me as saying something), but I like them nonetheless because for one, they're cute, and for two, the ones you see are either absolute labors of love or 100% work trucks that never got the least bit of regard once in their lives and are only still around because killing them takes more than what they went through. And those are the cars I love like few others: the heroes.

Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

[satyr-gardens]

Gym Time.

The alarm blared at 9 am, jolting Cadmus from his slumber. He groggily glared at the intrusive noise, only to realize he had no plans for the day. Those were the moments he cherished the most—when he could laze around, perhaps indulge in a rejuvenating spa session or treat himself to a relaxing facial. He relished the idea of sleeping in and disregarded the peculiar shadowy figure lurking in the corner of his room. However, before he could fully embrace the day, his tranquility was abruptly shattered.

Oh no. A sudden tendril snaked around Cadmus' leg, lifting him effortlessly into the air. He couldn't help but let out a frustrated cry, "GOD DAMN IT, KARNUS! HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO GET IN HERE?" Cadmus quickly grabbed a nearby silk sheet, attempting to cover himself. After all, he rarely wore anything to bed.

With a mischievous grin, Karnus, his younger brother, maintained his hold on Cadmus, dangling him in mid-air. "Come on, Cad. You know the drill. If I had told you beforehand, you would have made it more difficult for me. It's gym time!" Karnus playfully dropped Cadmus with a satisfying thud, preparing to drag him along for their exercise session.

Cadmus grumpily stood up and draped the sheet around him like a makeshift toga. "I'm not going, it's Sunday! Besides, I have my own gym, Karny."

Karnus smirked, undeterred by Cadmus' resistance. "Yes, I know you have your own gym, but we're going to mine today. You use your gym as a pickup spot, and that's precisely why we're going elsewhere. Now, hurry up and get dressed. Our parents are waiting in the car."

Cadmus raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You brought them along? What's the occasion?"

Karnus grinned proudly. "Well, it's Mother's Day. I thought it would be nice to have a family get-together."

Cadmus let out an exasperated groan. Of course, it was Mother's Day. He mentally reminded himself to send Al and Stan flowers later. "What about Bennie and Syliph? Are they joining us?"

Karnus shook his head. "No, they're both busy. We'll meet them for lunch later."

Cadmus snapped his fingers, instantly transformed into proper gym attire, though his melting eyeliner still made him look a bit disheveled. "Why don't they have to go to the gym?"

Karnus shrugged nonchalantly. "Because they manage to keep up with their exercise without anyone asking them to."

"You little piece of..." Cadmus began, his words trailing off as he realized he was wasting his breath. "Fine. I'll meet you downstairs once I'm ready."

"Just don't make us wait Caddy."

A little while later, Cadmus, holding a coffee cup in hand, joined his family outside and climbed into the car. However, in his haste, he accidentally bumped his horns against the door frame. "SHIT!" he exclaimed, wincing in pain, before noticing his parents seated inside. "Hey Pops, Hey Dad," he greeted them, attempting to recover his composure.

Alphonse and Stan, completely absorbed in each other's embrace, finally acknowledged Cadmus's presence. Alphonse cast a concerned glance at his son. "Good morning, Cadmus... You're looking... pale. You had time to get coffee, but not for us?"

Cadmus smirked and fastened his seat belt, ready for the banter. "Well, considering I'm probably paying for lunch today, I figured it didn't really matter. Do I have that right?" He shot a glance at Karnus, who confirmed the arrangement with a nod.

"Yep! But you really should have just gotten water. Coffee isn't the best choice before a workout session," Karnus chimed in, offering his well-intentioned advice.

Upon arriving at the gym, Cadmus observed Alphonse and Stan, as expected, partnering up and engaging in all the activities that couples typically do at the gym.

Meanwhile, Cadmus found himself compelled to run laps, with Karnus as his coach. He huffed and puffed, his energy depleting until he eventually collapsed, like a house made of sticks.

"Come on, man, get up! Do you even parkour?" Karnus scolded, urging Cadmus to rise.

"Of course not!" Cadmus retorted, crawling back to his feet. "I'm not like you. I don't bound from rooftop to rooftop like some demented Mothman!"

"Well, perhaps you should, bro. You're really getting out of shape," Karnus chided.

"I beg your pardon! I look as good as I ever did!" Cadmus protested, his pride wounded.

"Yeah, and how much of that is glamour magic?" Karnus questioned, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Cadmus hesitated for a moment before offering a flimsy explanation, "Um... only a little, just to adjust my makeup."

"Uh huh," Karnus responded, his disbelief evident.

"Besides, magic eats fat. I don't see the point in exercise if that's the case," Cadmus countered, attempting to justify his aversion to physical activity.

Alphonse, who was diligently working on the stair master at this point, chimed in. "Son, magic may consume fat, but it doesn't replace it with muscle. That's why we exercise."

Stan, momentarily distracted from his bench curls by Alphonse's sculpted posterior, nodded in agreement. "Yeah... what he said."

Alphonse let out a playful chuckle, his tone laced with flirtation. "Are you distracted, my love?" he asked, maintaining his energy.

"Very~," Stan replied, matching Alphonse's playfulness, until Karnus intervened with a sharp whistle.

"Hey! This may be a holiday for you two, but this is still my gym. Don't make me separate you," Karnus admonished, his authoritative tone cutting through their antics.

Both Alphonse and Stan rolled their eyes in unison, mimicking the gestures of annoyed teenagers being told to clean their rooms. "Yes, sir," they replied in unison, a hint of mock obedience in their voices.

Turning his attention to Cadmus, Karnus reminded him of their agreement. "And as for you, Cadmus, we made a deal. It's either this gym session or you go through Aunt Irma's Boot Camp, and you know how severe she gets."

The thought of being chased through a Serbian forest by a wild bear did not appeal to Cadmus in the slightest. Reluctantly, he got up and continued his exercise routine without much complaint.

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[identifying-cars-in-posts]

what do you think of the 1st gen Volkswagen caddy pickup, i saw one on the road today and fell in love immediately even though i generally dislike pickups

i really like them! i love minitrucks and those first gen vw pickups are super cute. i’ve made a promise to myself to not buy any more euro cars until i can afford to have a second car since parts for old euro cars are so expensive and hard to get here in the states, but every once in a while one of those first gen vw pickups comes up when i’m looking for other minitrucks and i’m sooo tempted

[rentalextampa]

The EDCO Engine Hoist is super convenient to use and transport, as it can be taken apart and put together in just minutes. It fits easily in a pickup truck or even an elevator. Plus, all the parts can be moved using the wheeled caddy, making it easy for one person to handle, and it’s slim enough to fit through a 20-inch opening. Interested in renting the Edco EH1500KIT Engine Hoist with Carrier Cart? Give Rentalex a call at (813)971-9990. See the Edco EH1500KIT Engine Hoist here: https://www.rentalex.com/rental_equipment/tampa-floor-wall-finishing/edco-eh1500kit-engine-hoist-1500-lbs-with-cart/

[littlebitresales]

Tray Caddy 2.5-inch R5D-J600SS

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We proudly offer combined shipping for your convenience, ensuring you save on costs while receiving all your items together.

[vikoc77]

Organize Your Shower with AmazerBath Adhesive Shower Caddy Basket Rack

Introduction:

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Say goodbye to cluttered shower surfaces and messy bath essentials with the AmazerBath Adhesive Shower Caddy Basket Rack. This wall-mounted shower shelf offers ample storage space for all your shower essentials, helping you keep your bathroom tidy and organized. The built-in hooks provide additional hanging space for loofahs, washcloths, razors, and more, while the open design allows for quick drainage and airflow to keep your items dry and mildew-free.

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I was running out of space in the shower with the addition of two adopted girls and needed something for them to store their supplies in. So far, these things have been great. They come with a very large adhesive strip that was easy to apply and the trays clip onto it. The girls have them loaded down and I have not noticed any peeling from the adhesive strips or sagging of the trays even with heavier items in them. It’s been over a month now and they are still going strong.

Customer Q&As

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[vdubbinr32]

Aird up to test for leaks.. dirty garage is dirty

Test fire the engine this weekend…

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Yosemite Sam: What's this?

Yosemite Jack: What?

Sam: This car. This stupid car! Where's the Cadillac?

[Jack doesn't answer]

Sam: The Caddy! Where's the Caddy?

Jack: The what?

Sam: The Cadillac we used to have. The Yosemobile!

Jack: I traded it.

Sam: You traded the Yosemobile for this?

Jack: No, for a microphone.

Sam: A microphone?

[pause]

Sam: Okay ah can see that. What the heck is this?

Jack: This was a bargain. I picked it up at the Mount Prospect city police auction last spring. It's an old Mount Prospect police car. They were practically giving 'em away.

Sam: Well thank you, pal. The day ah gets outta prison, my own brother picks me up in a police car!

Jack: You don't like it?

Sam: No ah don't like it...

Sam: Car's got a lot of pickup

Jack: It's got a cop motor, a 440 cubic inch plant, it's got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas. What do you say, is it the new Yosemobile or what?

Sam: Fix the cigarette lighter

[radracer]

VW Caddy Pickup