#gurney nutting

[mensfactory]

1935 Duesenberg SJ Gurney-Nutting Speedster

The Speedster body was fitted to chassis number 2614, which is believed to be the last Duesenberg chassis produced in 1935. The body was designed by A. F. McNeil and built by J. Gurney Nutting & Co. Ltd. in the fashionable Chelsea district in London. 

The one-of-a-kind luxury automobile was built for Maharaja Holkar of Indore, India and commissioned through a British sales agent R.S.M Automobiles Ltd of London. 

Destined for a life of royalty, the Gurney Nutting Speedster was built with unique, lavish features including a rumble seat with a concealed fold-down step built into the sides of the body for easy access, as well as red and blue lights on the front fender to indicate whether the Maharaja (red) or Maharani (blue) was driving the vehicle.

Upon its completion, the Duesenberg was delivered to the Maharaja’s mansion in Santa Ana, California due to fears of Japan invading India. After the tension in the region dropped, the automobile was shipped to India, then disappearing over time and thought to be lost until its rediscovery in 1959. 

The outstanding auto was brought back to the U.S., eventually acquired by General Lyon. Restored with all of its royal touches retained, the 1935 Duesenberg placed first in the Maharaja Class at the 2012 Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance and will now be showcased at the 2019 La Jolla Concours d’Elegance under the Registered Class: American Classics Open (1920-1948).

[frenchcurious]

Duesenberg SJ Roadster 1935 par Gurney Nutting & Co. Ltd. Exposée au Lyon Air Museum de Santa Ana, Californie, États-Unis. - source Cars & Motorbikes Stars of the Golden era.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

reader pronouns: she/her

"Alright. All done," Denise said, carefully snipping the thread close to the last stitch she'd placed near Daryl's shoulder. "You're all set. Now do me a favor and don't rip through these, keep them dry, and don't do anything reckless for at least two weeks," she begged him.

Daryl was fingering a hex nut on a long, thin strip of cording around his neck but quickly started pulling his shirt back on. "Can't make any promises," he drawled, causing Denise to roll her eyes.

"What is that, by the way?" she asked him, nodding toward the unusual necklace. "I've never seen that before."

It disappeared beneath Daryl's black shirt as he buttoned it up but a small smile touched his lips and his eyes were soft. "S'just somethin' Y/N gave me for our—our anniversary, I guess. When I first met her, she came by Aaron's when I was workin' in the garage. She was lookin' for a hex nut to repair her bicycle," he laughed. "Bike didn't last much longer after that, long story. But she took the damn nut off and kept it for some fuckin' reason, maybe because she already knew that we'd be... somethin'. She knew way before my dumb ass figured it out. Anyway, she gave it back to me and said it's because I hold her together. Makes sense, 'cause she holds me together too."

Denise smiled fondly at Daryl. "I'm glad you two found each other."

Daryl hopped off the edge of the gurney he'd been sitting on and smiled. "Me too. And tha's the understatement of the century."

Requested by: anon!

[les-belles-mecaniques]

1931 Bentley 8 Gurney Nutting

[recherchestetique]

1930 BENTLEY 65 Litre Speed Six Gurney Nutting Saloon known as the Blue Train Special

Image via Fueled for Lyfe

[sunsetstarrogue]

i came across "like rain, I fall" and it love(d) it so much. I adore what Denis did to Chani's character and I love how Zendaya brought her to life. I also kind of wonder what was even the purpose of the first Leto II since he dies, and its just like 'sad...okay...'

Chani is so much more interesting to explore, especially your Chani as you write her because she's grappling with mourning someone that is still alive and trying to protect her son from just everything, enemies, his birthright, even his grandmother. I love how Chani really does not fu*k with Jessica, it makes sense they are so different that part of Chani thinking about Jessica trying to control Paul in the womb just blew me away, it's so poignant. I think the really crazy part is that Chani leaving and hiding from Paul inadvertenly saved her child, as Irulan in the books was feeding Chani contraceptives so her rejecting that 'game of thrones' esque role as concubine is what leads her to give birth to Abiel (love the name by the way). Chani is very straightforward and honest, the name makes sense and I'd think in their talks and just moments of intimacy, she'd kind of know Paul would want to name his son after his beloved father but she cant for obvious reasons. I think the name is also Chani grappling with just how much she loves Paul and how much she misses him (even when she says she doesn't) and just her lonliness. She can't really bask in anything regarding her pregnancy, hence why she's just winging it depsite her culture's norms. because it means confronting the fact that she lost the love of her life. Which also makes me wonder where exactly you're taking this, is it going to go towards a reconcilliation? A permanent break or like a grey one, no absolution just a gritty bliss.

In the book Paul's visions kinda stop when Chani is pregnant, her birth is early and catches him off guard, so like he knew Chani was going to die but he couldn't see the twins coming so it's like he can and can't see much and considering how he's trying to give Chani her space I'm wondering if he even knows she's pregnant. Also like him tracking her down to see her with a baby and her just kindof running and peacing out on the back of a sandworm with Abiel tied to her is kind of funny to picture, i'd think she do it in a petty way to piss off not just Paul but all the atriedes, like I got the vibe she realllllly didnt fu*k gurney because he really represented that colonizer perspective, viewing the Fremen as tools rather then beings, something a lot of the other powerplays probably thing as well. That being said there's only so many places you can run away in Dune and when your Most Wanted #1 and you have nuts like Stilgar after you...

I'm so interested in the niche trope of tragic romance, where you partner becomes a villian and (oddly) you die (Padme and Anakin, Snow and Lucy Gray and now Chani and Paul). I think it's so underutilized and just the heartbreak, angst and complexity would be so fun to write. Also Chani is still alive and has so much difficulty ahead of her, I can't wait to see where you take this but also like whenever you want to update no pressure. thank you for adding to thia dry tag, it's rough out here :')

thank you for taking the time to write for this fandom, it's so appreciated xxxx

So glad you found my fic. I'm so happy that your enjoying it so far. Chani has quickly become one of my favorites characters in Dune. I didn't really pay much attention to her in the books but Zendaya and Denis Villeneuve did such a wonderful job with her character that I couldn't help but fall in love with her.

Lady Jessica is actually my favorite character in Dune (books and movie) and so I really wanted to portray her in a way that is satisfactory to me while also having her character add to Chani (since this is HER story)

I am still undecided on how exactly I want to end the fic but I definitely don't think I'll make them reconcile (or go back to how they were before Paul did what he did)

And as for updates, I am very busy at the moment so it will take me some time to finish the next chapter. Spoiler alert: we'll be seeing Jessica and our favorite weird child 😌

Thank you so much for sending this ask. It really does make my day.

[thefudge]

Please watch Dune II so you can ship Chani/Gurney and proselytize it for me. It's a ship made up entirely of magical thinking but you'll see it!

ohhhh i see the vision. i loved the moments in the film where he was sort of trying to protect her? where he kept pulling her down in the temple when everyone was going nuts over paul. almost like they're the only clear-headed people in all of this, even though they both also love paul too much for their own good. i can definitely get behind it.

[paperstorm]

It's the contrast of how big he is in the gurney compared to his whining for me 😂. His shoulders are literally too broad for the gurney. And this is the only time we ever see him whining. Like, sure he's steady and stoic 99% of the time but you just know he'd take getting the flu as a personal challenge and drive TK nuts

I KNOW 😂 He barely fits on it like they needed to bring the special Beefcake Gurney for him and that makes his whining so FUNNY. Broad shoulders and long legs and bulging pectorals that make a mockery of shirt buttons and he's griping like a 10 year old who doesn't want to clean his room. Over the very, very clear and uncontroversial fact that people whose hearts stop beating have to go to the damn hospital. It's the cutest he's ever been, it's only TK's staunch professionalism that stopped him from mounting that gurney and sticking his tongue down Carlos's throat right there in front of everyone.

[lovecolibri]

I am just over her cackling at the 911 team trying to handle this week. Like, they drop a still that shows Buck on the gurney on accident and everyone goes nuts, then MW is seen on the Fox lot and people start gathering rocks and tomatoes to throw so they tack on Eddie yelling for Buck and Buck hanging from the ladder and everyone is back to being excited, THEN Aisha lost all fucks to give and livestreams from set off and on all day where it's accidentally overheard that Buck is talking about a date he went on at some point and THEN Peter mentions L so the rock and tomatoe gathering starts again FULL FORCE, only for more older BTS footage of what we now know is Buck hanging from the ladder but is possibly also Eddie going to get him to start making the rounds again, so the team has to try and one-up that by CONFIRMING that it's Eddie AND that he's *screaming* for Buck like...WHAT a wild few days. I doubt they wanted to release this much info but it definitely feels like damage control was out in force after a lackluster 6a, dropping ratings, and leaks that might drive viewers away. Good luck everyone, looks like 6b is gonna be a RIDE!

[2squeakyshoes]

1930 Bentley 6.5 litre Speed 6 Gurney Nutting saloon.

[frenchcurious]

Rolls-Royce Phantom III Sedanca de Ville Coachwork 1936 by Gurney Nutting. - source Classic Car Curation.

[maximumsunshine]

Good luck tomorrow!!!! I hope you find the answers you're looking for, and whatever the issue is is manageable and resolved quickly! I believe in you!!!

Tests were today. Made the post late night and stayed up all night so I'm not sure when tomorrow became today.

ANYWAY

The tests went well. MRI results in my portal nut in medical speak. No Nuclear Med test results yet. That was an interesting test. "Hey we're going to IV you this med that is the equivalent of two really fatty meals so you are SUPER going to want to puke. Here is a puke bag. Try not to puke though just because we know puking sucks. And no we can't let you take your zofran because that sort of defeats the purpose. Sorry. But once the drug is administered you pretty much lose the going to puke feeling. So we just gotta get through this little bit if meds. It's a small amount but we administer it slowly because if given it too fast you will for sure puke. Wait. You mean if i let you lay down on your left side (I had been sitting up) and arrange your arms just so, you can probably completely even avoid serious nausea?! Give me a minute, I'll go find a gurney." And thus I avoided puking. AND THEN she pulled another syringe of meds out of a lead tube, incases it in a smaller lead shield, and then injected THAT directly into my veins. Lol. So yeah, I'm radioactive right now. Not sure when my system will flush that bit. But I find it funny. I watched her remove the syringe from this massive lead case and put it in a smaller lead shield and I'm just like, "Oh. It's RADIOACTIVE radioactive. Lol"

Anyway, no nuke test results in yet. And I don't understand the MRI results. But my doctor will be able to figure out what's up soon enough and will explain it so I can understand.

I sort of feel like I'm going crazy. Like maybe nothing is wrong. After years of doctors invalidating me telling me I'm just fat, maybe I'm really just fat. But my blood work does validate that something is going in. And that something started when my gallbladder was removed. And we KNOW my gallbladder pissed my liver off because it made the surgery much harder. And then my liver spewed bile just loose into my abdominal cavity for a month and i got sepsis and hadvto have a drain installed. Like we have all this evidence that even I can understand that my liver is fucked up and it ties into my gallbladder not being yoinked fast enough. And we know it took as long as it did for my gallbladder issue to even BE FOUND because when I told my old doctor i was feeling pain and pointed to roughly where my gallbladder was, she tolde it was just me being fat. Those words. Cramps from being fat. Doctors also blamed 5 years of severe anemia that led to many a blood transfusion on "me not making my own blood" because I was fat. And THAT was cancer. So yeah.

When a doctor dismisses a symptom as you just being fat, get a new doctor before you get a new symptom.

Anyway, I have a better pcp now who takes me seriously and doesn't call me fat. I have a better hemotologist oncologist who takes my cancer history seriously and does regular checks and has never called me fat. He was the one that found my liver numbers in his routine blood tests he orders fir me and sounded the alarm which explained the nausea and fatigue and got me into a great GI doctor. Who omg he listened to me talk and talk. He took fucking detailed notes on every word i said. He let me give him my full GI history and all my current symptoms. First visit lasted an hour and I left there with more blood work ordered and these two major tests ordered. He took me so seriously he ordered major tests in the first visit. I'm loves him. I love them all.

I settled for shit doctors that almost let me die from cancer all while promising me i didn't have cancer (literally) all while refusing to run any tests.

I went from wearing this to my hemotologist oncologist and him finding it funny.

To no longer needing it. Because all my new doctors take me seriously and run tests.

I knew i was dying. I was told I had the best hemotologist oncologist in Columbus. So what was the point in finding a different one? Yeah. Well the assessment of his abilities came from his coworkers at Ohio Health. All of that bullshit was Ohio Health. When I showed up in the ER with a hemoglobin of 4 and had my cancer found and removed within 2 days, that wasn't an Ohio Health ER. I didn't just fire a doctor or two. I fired an entire medical system.

Anyway that was an unexpected rant. But I have complicated feeling about medical shit. Like trying to reconcile years of medical abuse that ended in serious trauma just over a year ago. With the overwhelming change in quality of care I'm getting now. It's a full 180. I'm trying to catch my breath. Which, i guess will be easier when this liver bullshit is figured out and corrected.

Then i can focus my efforts on being retested for asthma. Maybe get care for that. Figure out my headaches. Need an mri on my neck for the constant pinched nerves in my shoulders. So much to move on to when the liver is figured out. But there is great comfort in knowing without a doubt my pcp has my back.

/end rant

Oh. That shirt is a 3xl and in good shape if anyone needs it. Cover shipping and it's yours. But, I'm begging you that if you're thinking you could use this shirt, to please just fire your doctor(s) and hire new ones. It could literally save your life! Anyway, hit me up if you want the shirt. Open offer to everyone who is losing patience with their doctor.

[les-belles-mecaniques]

1931 Bentley 8 Gurney Nutting

[tigermike]

.1935 Duesenberg Model SJ Convertible Coupe LWB by Gurney Nutting

[the-firebird69]

Dune (1984) | Paul's New Age Duel Against Gurney | HBO Max

And it looks like a real fight and it is and they do this in this genre and they're nuts it's really the spice and it turns them into kind of animals and they're fighting on suggestion as well but it's about power and BG goes to the throat and it would have been a loss for a Picard either way and he doesn't say it but he likes it and he backs off and people just don't want to see this crap but that's what this is like and our son is going to show you what the spice does to you if you do a lot of it and it is more or less blood from the Cajun it's collected from a particular place

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[age-of-portal-masters]

19 - Backed Against a Wall

Snap Shot has just barely processed the news of the Imaginators disappearing from their dormitory when he received confirmation from Hugo concerning the location of the Neon Lightlands. The cadet outpost pinged its location on radar, and now Snap Shot was responsible for the largest operation of his tenure as the Chief Trap Master. The Trap Masters split themselves up into smaller squads, filled in with some cadets as well, while Snap Shot selected members for his lead strike team, consisting of himself, Bushwhack, Wildfire, and Enigma. The main goal of the strike team was simple: evacuate Caitlyn's body by any means necessary. With Snap Shot's ranged prowess, the brute strength of Bushwhack and Wildfire, and Enigma's stealth, there was no possible way they wouldn't be able to achieve this.

Snap Shot took one last lap around the airship, inspecting the work done by his squad. Wildfire was on top of his navigation, Enigma finished the cloak charm and already affixed it in the cabin, and Bushwhack prepared and locked a gurney in the back half of the cabin. This was it, the point of no return. 

"Listen up, everyone." Snap Shot started his speech. "In the time after Master Caitlyn died and was stolen, the Skylands have been pushed to the brink. Bushwhack, Enigma, you two know personally the way these outlaws conduct themselves. It is unlike anything we have ever faced," Snap Shot leaned on the dashboard of the pilot's seat, and pointed. "And all of it can end today. Our comrades will handle the skirmishes with Seth and whatever allies he has found himself, but we are responsible for restoring morale to the Skylanders. We will succeed." He turned to face his friends. "I believe in all of us. No matter the obstacle in our way, we will overcome it."

Wildfire smiled. "Not like I was planning to fail, Chief."

The strike team quietly landed in an obscured section of the docks, without as much as a creak from the aged planks. Taking the last chance to check in on the others, Snap Shot radioed Head Rush, whose contingent was expected to arrive in less than an hour. Try as he might though, Snap Shot only heard static through the device.

"Huh, do you think there's some sort of jammer active?" Wildfire asked.

"What, you mean like they're expecting us?" Bushwhack said.

"Why else?" Enigma contemplated. "...We're walking into a trap."  

Snap Shot exhaled, "More likely than not, yeah. But don't let that sway you, our mission is the same."

As soon as they exited the ship, the radio blasted out a mess of the Skylanders' voices: Flying sheep?! Here too! The ground is littered with those damn turrets! How are we supposed to land like this?! Squad A, fire at will-! Lost communication with the Lead Strike Team...! Where are you?!

Then a familiar face appeared out of nowhere, and smashed the radio to bits with her hammer. Golden skin, big pointed ears, glowing white eyes, curly wine red hair: Bushwhack recognized her instantly.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Bushwhack readied his axe. 

"Do you know her, Bushwhack?" Snap Shot asked, preparing his bow.

"No, no, he doesn't know me at all~!" Demo hopped out of the airship, the ship detonating behind her. "You all will know me now, though!" She walked forward, hammer trailing her like a train. "Perhaps your dingy little record knows me as the Mimic!"

"You three need to get out of here," Bushwhack turned to his friends. "I can handle this myself!"

"Are you nuts?!" Wildfire yelled. "We stay and fight together-!"

"No, you need to continue onward," Bushwhack argued. "If no one can land that means there's no one distracting Seth or whatever other Outlaws are here! You'll have a better shot in a group!"

"But-!"

"Go!" Bushwhack growled.

Snap Shot grabbed Wildfire by the wrist and dragged him forward, further into the Neon Lightlands, with Enigma right behind them. Bushwhack sighed. He knew it was necessary, but he also knew that the battle to come would test him like no other.

"So, then, one-on-one, huh? That's pretty brave of you, considering how you barely scraped past Ace," the Mimic laughed in a low tone, as if two voices came out of one mouth. "Unluckily for you, there's no one to bail you out this time."

Bushwhack readied himself. "I won't need it."

"Then, take the first shot, Skylander," the Mimic taunted, several hundred voices erupting from their mouth.

Bushwhack charged forward, taking a broad swing at the unmoving opponent. But the force of the swing found no solid form, and slid right through the body of the Mimic, quickly reforming. 

"I grow tired of this little girl's form," the Mimic sighed. "I might as well hold nothing back, don't you think?" As they finished their sentence, the golden face of Demo melted, as did the rest of that body, until the Mimic was not much else than an enormous being of thick black slime, their tendrils jolting outward, attempting to stab the Trap Master.

Bushwhack expertly dodged the onslaught of projectile limbs, and attempted slicing again, but to no avail. Each swing made no dent on the Mimic, only tiring himself out more than anything. And that's when it clicked. Didn't Enigma say something about petrified darkness being a limited source? Suddenly, Bushwhack taunted the Mimic off the docks, and took them on a chase through the abandoned industrial pier. He took shots where he could, leaving acorn bombs behind him, and a trail of thorns.

"Fleeing are you?! How pathetic!" the Mimic roared in a thousand voices. "Your life is already forfeit, Skylander!" Their rampage cracked the roads, and grew faster and faster. But Bushwhack kept running, dead set on winning this endurance race, even as he continuously took rough hits from the quickly approaching Mimic. Soon though, his luck ran out, as he ran himself into a dead end. Before he could attempt to scale the blank wall, the Mimic stretched itself wide, encompassing all sides and blotting out the sun above the cornered Trap Master. It collapsed onto Bushwhack, and started to suffocate him. He was already winded from the chase, sure, but he fought with all his might to escape, clawing at the slime. It was no use, as they simply reformed again and again. Just as the last of Bushwhack's strength began to waver, the Mimic stopped moving, and dropped to the ground. 

The Mimic's slimy body dried up, and let out one final line. "What... is happening...?" their voice raspy. "Seth... you are... so lucky... I never met you... you animal..." their final words echoed on the wind as it carried their flaking slime away, never to reform again.

Bushwhack collapsed to the ground and gasped violently, coughing and heaving. Eventually he would stumble back onto his injured feet, and make his way back to the docks, successfully defeating an Outlaw on his own, but bearing the weight of his oversight that day he met Demo in the training grounds. For now, though, the emotional pain was outclassed by the physical anguish bleeding out.

"We need to go back!" Wildfire said, as Snap Shot kept dragging him further into the Neon Lightlands. "Bushwhack will be overwhelmed on his own!"

"He's got this handled!" Snap Shot snapped. "Dammit! How have things devolved this fast already?!"

"Enigma's right, this whole thing is a trap, and a pretty transparent one at that," Wildfire groaned. 

"We've already come this far," Enigma said sternly. "Keep your wits about you."

"He's right," Snap Shot said, shaking himself out of a spiral. He scanned his surroundings. They were in some form of a common plaza, with an empty, broken fountain in the center surrounded by incredibly tall buildings of seemingly steel and concrete, a very uncommon sight in the rest of the Skylands. "We're too exposed here, we need to-"

But as soon as they made a move for cover, paint blobs rained down, stirring up dust clouds obscuring their vision. Wildfire turned his shield skyward, protecting the other two from any impacts.

"That's the Ace Painter making her move!" Wildfire grunted.

"Enigma, get out of here," Snap Shot commanded. "Wildfire and I can take her ourselves, you just go make progress finding Caitlyn!"

"Understood," Enigma said, then disappeared from view, already off the field. The dust soon settled, revealing the Ace Painter in front of the pair.

"Aw man, and here I was hoping to do that tree elf bastard in. I guess I'll settle for this as a warm-up," she said, shaking her spray cans vigorously. Then, she commanded her paint blobs forward.

Snap Shot stood behind Wildfire as he charged his Traptanium Shield, preparing to bash in the blobs with the shield's growing heat. It seemed to work out for the first wave of little blobs, but the larger and larger ones didn't seem to be bothered by the growing temperature at all. The Water Trap Master knew this would break down soon, and thought of the next best option: destroying the source. He leapt back a few paces and aimed his bow squarely on the zombie's head, and let go. Unflinching, the Ace Painter sprayed paint and froze the arrow midair, then threw the cans at Snap Shot's feet. They burst on impact, metal digging into his legs, and his feet stuck in place.

Wildfire charged at the Ace Painter, hoping to trip her up enough to distract her from his ensnared ally. She stepped back, not allowing him to close the gap between them by any stretch, and sent more blobs, which began to evaporate before even touching Wildfire's shield. "Looks like I've been warmed up enough!" He roared, unleashing his fire chains from his palms, and grabbing the Ace Painter by the ankles, writhing from the burns. As her last resort, she grabbed one last can and aimed directly at the golden lion's face, preparing to suffocate him on pure paint. Just as she pressed the nozzle, Snap Shot took the chance, and shot her clean through her torso.

"Ah... I guess... We'll never get to settle our score... huh... Virtue...?" the Ace Painter lamented, then fell to the ground. Her body was reduced to ashes to be scattered on the wind, with only her bones remaining.

Wildfire quickly turned his attention to Snap Shot, and attempted to free him from his binds, complicated very heavily by the shrapnel binding to the paint. Worse still, the fumes of the paint were strong, and certainly starting to affect the croc's vision. 

"Catch up to Enigma, Wildfire," Snap Shot asked. "We don't have anything to free me, you-"

Wildfire shook his head. "No, I'm not leaving you here. Besides the fact I would complicate the hell out of a stealth mission right now, I'm not leaving you wounded by yourself in the active field."

Snap Shot couldn't really argue at this point as the pain was starting to get to him, combined with the horrible chemical stench. Wildfire was correct, he was shimmering gold, a side effect of burning his fire so hot. "Do you have some sort of a plan then?" Snap Shot asked.

"The ground seems unstable, if I just-" Wildfire slammed his shield downward several times, pulverizing the surrounding rock into gravel. "I should be able to lift you easily enough like this."

Snap Shot sighed, preparing for the indignity of being carried bridal style back to their entry point. "Just... make it quick."

"Nah, I'm gonna enjoy every second of this," Wildfire teased.