#hemi power

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Chrysler 300 SRT-8

ZADM Muscle Car Show 2022

Luxury and American muscle

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Beauty

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Twin turbo HEMI powered MazdaSpeed 3 [ https://i.imgur.com/0t78QCK.jpg ]

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2017 dodge challenger brochure pdf

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1968 Dodge Charger R/T

Introduction

The 1968 Dodge Charger R/T stands as an enduring symbol of American muscle car history. With its distinctive design, powerful engine options, and thrilling performance, this legendary vehicle has captured the hearts of car enthusiasts for generations. In this article, we’ll take a closer look at the 1968 Dodge Charger R/T, exploring its history, specifications, and the enduring appeal that makes it a true automotive icon.

The Birth of a Legend

The story of the 1968 Dodge Charger R/T begins with its debut during the golden age of American muscle cars. Dodge, a brand known for its commitment to performance, introduced this model to compete with other muscle car giants of its time. The Charger R/T was an instant hit, thanks to its sleek, aerodynamic design and powerful engine options.

Design and Styling

Striking Exterior

1968 Dodge Charger R/T

One of the most distinctive features of the 1968 Dodge Charger R/T is its unforgettable exterior design. The fastback roofline, hidden headlights, and full-width grille give it an aggressive and unmistakable presence on the road. It was a design ahead of its time, setting trends that would influence future generations of muscle cars.

Luxurious Interior

While the Charger R/T was known for its performance, it didn’t compromise on comfort and luxury. The interior featured high-quality materials, bucket seats, and a driver-oriented cockpit. This combination of style and comfort made it a versatile car, equally suitable for daily driving and spirited weekend getaways.

Heart-Pounding Performance

Engine Options

1968 Dodge Charger R/T

Under the hood, the 1968 Dodge Charger R/T offered a range of powerful engines. The most iconic choice was the 440 Magnum V8, producing a whopping 375 horsepower. For those seeking even more power, the legendary 426 Hemi V8 was available, delivering an astonishing 425 horsepower. These engines ensured that the Charger R/T lived up to its reputation as a high-performance machine.

Thrilling Performance

With its potent engines and well-tuned suspension, the Charger R/T delivered an exhilarating driving experience. It could accelerate from 0 to 60 mph in under 7 seconds, a remarkable feat for its time. The combination of raw power and precise handling made it a favorite among drag racers and car enthusiasts.

1968 Dodge Charger R/T

Enduring Popularity

Cultural Impact

The 1968 Dodge Charger R/T wasn’t just a car; it became a cultural icon. Its appearances in movies and television shows, most notably in “Bullitt” and “The Dukes of Hazzard,” cemented its status as a symbol of American automotive excellence. Even today, the Charger R/T continues to inspire filmmakers and car enthusiasts alike.

Collector’s Item

1968 Dodge Charger R/T

In the world of classic cars, the Charger R/T holds a special place. Its limited production numbers and timeless design have made it a sought-after collector’s item. Restored and well-maintained models can fetch impressive prices at auctions, reflecting the enduring demand for this iconic muscle car.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the 1968 Dodge Charger R/T remains a timeless classic in the world of American muscle cars. Its bold design, powerful engines, and cultural significance have ensured its place in automotive history. Whether you’re a car enthusiast or simply appreciate the beauty of a well-crafted automobile, the Charger R/T is a vehicle that continues to captivate and inspire.

1968 Dodge Charger R/T

FAQs

Is the 1968 Dodge Charger R/T still in production? No, the 1968 Dodge Charger R/T is not in production today. It is a classic car from the late 1960s.

What is the price range for a well-maintained Charger R/T from 1968? The price of a well-maintained 1968 Dodge Charger R/T can vary widely, but it often falls within the range of $50,000 to $100,000 or more, depending on the model’s condition and rarity.

How fast can the Charger R/T accelerate from 0 to 60 mph? The Charger R/T could accelerate from 0 to 60 mph in under 7 seconds, thanks to its powerful engine options.

What are some notable appearances of the 1968 Dodge Charger R/T in pop culture? The Charger R/T is famous for its appearances in movies like “Bullitt” and “The Dukes of Hazzard,” where it played iconic roles.

Were there any special editions of the 1968 Charger R/T? Yes, Dodge offered special editions and performance packages for the Charger R/T, including the 426 Hemi engine option, which was a favorite among enthusiasts.

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°•*TIPS AND ADVICE FOR LOA AND VOID*•°

Guys i have come to decide that my time have come to an end in this amazing app tumblr I feel honoured to be a part of this beautiful community but before I go I would like to give some tips to everyone who.are still in their void/manifestation/shifting journey.

So as we know this is your journey to seize your power no one is gonna be there to help you except yourself. If you have been in this journey for a long time the only thing you are lacking is trust with yourself. Start building trust with yourself,it will become easier to persist. Consistency and persistence is needed of course but also trust within yourself.

I was also someone who struggled alot as a beginner for years but I slowly learned different things that are key to manifest/enter void/shift. Now don't ask what is the key because it has been mentioned in almost every loa post you read.

Follow your own style of manifesting,if you feel frustrated over methods then choose one which resonates with you,what matters is you feeling satisfied at the end.

Now this is for my a+ p girlies, I know I said it multiple times but don't affirm to get in 3D,affirm to make it your dominant thought,your goal should be making the affirmation your dominant thought that's it. It becomes thousand times easier because you also start to detach from the old story,your attention will be more on believing in that affirmation rather then seeing it in the 3D. Like this😤🤌

When we hear about horror stories,we don't see the ghost but we still believe it exist right? We start reaffirming unconscious like there is ghost in the kitchen stuff like that. (That was one shitty example ☠️💀)

I get a LOTS of ask about robotic affirming and saturation,guys it's simple they both quite similar. Well in robotic affirming you just have to chant it without really focusing on it as it saturate you and it's mostly helps with mental diet.

But during saturation try to be more focus on the affirmation,it like focus affirming.

Moving on to void,I will really recommend using the distraction method or zone out method they both are same nothing different. Also just read the masterlist from my old account @graychrissy it had mostly void post with my documented void journey. Also read rotten's shifting guide then use the gateway tape it is available in spotify too,it can be instant to reach the focus 10,but some may need practice but it's easy nothing overcomplicated just a hemi sync (Turing off left side of the brain).

Top method I recommend is affirming,SATS,FOCUS 10,DISTRACTION METHOD, LUCID DREAMING and THE BASIC WAY

NEVER BE AFRAID OF YOUR EMOTIONS,seriously it's something everyone dm me about it's really not important,your emotions are also 3D,it won't mess up your manifestation so just calm down.

Also since the link in master list aren't working I will make a new one,I will be changing the whole lay out of my blog then you guys can use it. Goodbye~~~~~~~;)

[gavamont]

There’s liches, and lesser known is the demi-lich, which is a lich at lower power that is only a skull, but I have found it can go farther. I found a hemi-demi-semi-lich that was just a floating tooth that was feebly stabbing me with the root end of the tooth trying to draw some blood and life force.

It was honestly pretty sad to see, so I sharpened the tooth a bit and fed it some squirrels’ life force I had lying around. It immediately was able to gather a few more teeth together and might well gather a jaw soon if it can keep the momentum going, so I consider that my good deed for the holiday season that I’m sure will have no negative consequences.

[ciematis]

that monsterfucker post is very sukuna coded, but let’s ponder on this for a moment. If sukuna has 2 dicks…does he come out of both at the same time, or does each one need its own special attention? I await your response

content warnings! mean ol' king of curses sukuna, double penis, weird demon genital logic/speculation. implied rough sex, implied servitude of the reader (?)

In my professional opinion 🤓 *pushes glasses up anime style*, I think Sukuna always needs to cum twice - his cocks seem to get stimulated at different rates, especially if one doesn't have a warm, wet hole to burrow in. He's very particular about sex for this reason, prefers to have a pretty servile slut who can keep up their attentions and ministrations without stopping - though I'm sure he possesses level of cruel enjoyment for shyer, more 'virginial' whores. Ones who scurry and whimper, beg him to take it slow, to coddle them. To even SUGGEST he should reward your lack of expertise makes him laugh in your face.

When one cock finishes before the other (rarely, he makes sure of it), the under stimulated dick tenses up and jerks as though it's also going to cum, but merely twitches and stiffens, leaking more pre-seminal fluid. Getting one of them to cum isn't an optimal situation to put yourself in though. It feels like he never came at all, the relief is stoppered by the feeling of his other, still needy dick, and the frustration has nowhere to go but to whoever ruined his little moment.

On a different note, another interesting question that was raised during this observation is, how are his dicks positioned? Are they more reminiscent of a hemi-penis? Split left and right, or directly atop one another for easy access to a pussy (if available) and ass?

Does he have four sets of balls? Internal genitals? Extra sperm - maybe especially potent or virile cum? Is it cursed 😲 can he give you a cursed womb? Perhaps he possesses the power to give himself extraneous limbs like tentacles, or change the size of his cock? I think it's cruel of him to change sizes when he's fucking you, but who am I to the king of curses 🤷 I'm a Sukuna scientist y'all I'm kind of obsessed with him now - like i thought he was fine before but I kind of...forgot about him <3 I'm so sorry pookie.

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all content written by me @ciematis, is owned by me, and you are not allowed to repost or translate my works. don't put my shit into ai generators, don't steal my shit and put it on wattpad. thank you.

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Studebaker Land Speed Coupe, 1953. To be offered at auction, the SCTA’s “World’s Fastest Coupe” of 1966 and the first car of its type to hit 200 mph in 1958. Powered by a supercharged 359 ci Chrysler Firepower Hemi V8 with Enderle Fuel Injection and a 4-Speed Muncie Manual Gearbox.

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Plymouth Barracuda 1965

The Plymouth Barracuda, an early contender in the muscle car era, captured attention with its unique fastback design and potent engines. From the legendary Hemi-powered models to the performance-oriented “Cuda,” the Barracuda left a lasting impact on American muscle car history.

Fun Fact: The 1970 Plymouth Barracuda ‘Cuda AAR was a special edition model developed for Trans Am racing, featuring distinctive strobe stripe graphics and functional hood scoops.

Experience 'Raw Power Unleashed: Exploring the Top 30 Muscle Cars of All Time' – a thrilling collection of legendary muscle cars. Dive into the power at CarLoversHub.com

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Mid-mounted 392ci Hemi powered 1984 Dodge Rampage [ https://i.imgur.com/SRByod2.jpg ]

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Smut War Fic: Exit Wound

Well, this wasn't a war I was going to sit out. Please enjoy my 6th fic. First attempt at smut, but as you have already seen from my TrAuMa meme, it also has a lot of angst in it. I hope you enjoy it x

Rating: Explicit

CW/TW:

These are expanded upon further in the summary if you'd like to also read that for context, but take care of yourself :)

- Demon in Snake Form / Goddess in Human Form Sexual Encounter. Both are aware of what the other is, and both can consent

- Slight dubcon due to magic, feeling highly connected to someone and a sense of not being in control as a result, more so due to an inherent primal instrinct. All beings are acting on free will and are able to consent for the smut bits

- In the epilogue, a character describes a murder he witnesses without gory detail (the victim is not Aziraphale or Crowley). The nature of the murder is patriarchal and of spiritual colonisation in nature, but there is no sexual assault / motive. The fic can be read without the epilogue if you're curious but want to skip this subject.

-Angst ending

- Snake bite, snake sex and descriptions that could trigger claustrophobia

Summary

Hell sends Crowley to 5th Century Ireland, much to his chagrin, to investigate a mysterious source of power. Uphill from a deep rainforest he finds an ancient structure with something far more ancient and far more powerful than any blessing or curse he’d seen before.

This is a story of love, of loss, coming home, and everything that never was. Join me for a re-telling of an Irish Celtic Myth that has been sanitised and long-forgotten. Taking place in one hundred years into Early Christian Ireland, it weaves themes of spiritual colonisation with the ineffability of a great plan and the parts of us that are never truly lost.

But this is a smut war - and you can expect a sexy divine being, human sex and snake sex; not just hemi-penes, but hemi-clitorae! Sex magic rituals being used as a sensual tool for transformation and rebirth; and plenty of vulva pleasure and gratification.

There are three (because it’s a magic number) sexual configurations - demon in snake form / Goddess in human form, Snake / Snake, Human / Human. That culminates in a healing and surrendering love.

The epilogue features angst with an unhappy ending. As you can imagine, the resistance to Christianity did not end well for the Irish Pagans. In the epilogue, one character describes witnessing the murder (no sexual assault) of another. But the story stands well enough on its own without the epilogue if you want to skip this part.

5,014 word count

Excerpt:

“I’ve been waiting for you, Crowley.”

“Who are you?” Crowley hissed. His aggressive exterior betraying the powerlessness he felt to draw nearer.

“I am many things, Crowley. I am one of many mothers; both death and rebirth. I am the inhale and the exhale; the dawn that rises after the cold, hard winter; I bring joy and I am feared; and soon, none will remember…”

Crowley inched forward, concertina twinings marking the dirt, barely sensing the heat of the fire in the woman’s lure.

“Your name!” He growled insistently.

“You already know it, Crowley. Look deep inside you, my beloved serpent,” was her soft response with kind eyes. Crowley flicked his tongue at the fingers of her extended palm. The woman’s skin was steeped in the essence of her words; the taste of finely plucked sycamore seeds carried lovingly by the wind to pre-destined soils. Tears doomed never to fall filled Crowley’s heart as the thread that connected him to this woman tugged him closer on her arm; the most he had ever touched or been touched by a human in his snake-form. Only she wasn’t human, was she? A foreign name Crowley had always known moved from the back of his mouth to dance on his tongue.

“Caoira…”

Green eyes smiled through tears at the demon’s whisper.

“Yes my dear. It’s me. I’m so glad you’re here.”

Crowley’s thought-form longed to ask questions. About knowledge, that began before words; curiosity, that existed before symbols; and meaning, established before sounds. But he had already found his answer in her eyes. Another Almighty; new and much more ancient. A Goddess.

Crowley’s body took over once again, unable to resist the draw to her. Climbing her arm and shoulders, his tongue could not cease flicking, planting forked kisses on her neck. Quivering, he meandered down her shoulder, elongating his form to drape around her. Powerless over the compulsion to place his chin on every part of her body, Crowley’s tail vibrated in her lap and Caoira breathed sighs of joy in his scaled ministrations.

Fingers that had borne the very wells of the earth stroked the obsidian pearls of Crowley’s back, before coming to delicately caress the ridges of his snout and brow. Crowley flinched in the touch, haunted by memories of the fall; of centuries spent curled around the cooling magma of igneous rock. Curled around any form of connection to replace the Almighty’s as his wings burned.

 

Coos of Caoira’s attunement honeyed Crowley’s ears, and with no way of crying, sweating or spitting it out; his serpent-form became fevered with fury for what had happened to him. His body flailed in twisted, hissing reverberations in the centre of the Goddess’s crossed legs. In his uncontrolled anguish, Crowley felt his jaw unhinge and his fangs hook into Caoira's thighs, breaking her skin. Punishment for his other mother, who had placed a similar hook in his heart only to cut the cord in the end.  This time, he was never letting go.

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Thank you:

Goskiagarkowska2 on pixabay for the image. A huge thank you to @sohoscribblers who have been amazing friends since I joined their group. Big thanks to @azeutreciathewicked @aidaran-alha @playdohangel and @rhosmeinir for the Betas x

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Running Back To You

Smut

Y/N revved the engine of her blue 1969 Dodge Challenger and floored the gas pedal, speeding down the open Montana highway. The powerful V8 Hemi roared as the landscape blurred past in a mix of browns, greens, and blues. This was her happy place, just her and the road.

It had been a year since she left DC, since she left him. After their blowout fight, she just couldn't stay there anymore, not with Gibbs. The tension between them had been building for months, both at work and in their secret relationship. She was too wild, too reckless for the stoic Marine. He wanted to tame her, and she refused to be caged.

So she came back home, back to Big Sky country where the wide open spaces matched the freedom in her soul. She started over, opened her own shop just like she always dreamed. Her days were filled with the sound of wrenches turning and classic engines rumbling back to life.

But some nights, when she lay alone in bed, she missed the warmth of Gibbs’ strong arms around her. She missed the feeling of his calloused hands gripping her hips as he took her hard against the basement wall. The way he commanded her with a simple “Y/N” in that gravelly voice.

She thought she could forget him, but a year later her heart still raced for Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

As she crossed into the town limits, Y/N sighed and slowed the Challenger to a more reasonable speed. She had a stop to make before heading home.

The familiar neon sign of the local dive bar glowed in the approaching dusk. She killed the engine and pocketed the keys before heading inside, the scent of stale beer and cigarettes welcoming her back.

She nodded at the bartender as she approached an empty stool at the end of the bar. Within minutes, a cold longneck was waiting for her. Y/N took a long pull and tried not to stare at the handsome cowboy chatting up the redhead a few stools down.

“Now what’s a pretty little lady like you doing in a place like this all alone?”

The cowboy slid onto the stool next to her, giving her a smile that was probably meant to be charming but just came across as sleazy.

“Just looking to enjoy my beer in peace,” Y/N said evenly, not giving him much attention.

But the cowboy wasn’t deterred that easily. He leaned in closer. “A woman like you oughta have a man to keep her company. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink and show you a good time?”

Y/N clenched her jaw, reigning in her temper. “No thanks,” she said sharply.

The man was persistent, though, reaching out to touch her arm. “Oh come on sugar, don’t be like tha—”

“The lady said no.”

A rough, familiar voice interrupted the cowboy’s slurred words. Y/N’s heart leaped as she looked up to see Gibbs standing behind the man, ice blue eyes flashing. The cowboy scowled but seemed to think better of arguing with the intimidating older man and tipped his hat to Y/N before departing.

“Didn’t need your help, I had it handled,” Y/N muttered, trying to ignore the way her body was already reacting to Gibbs’ close presence.

“I know you did,” Gibbs said, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “Just didn’t want to watch that ass paw at my woman any longer.”

Y/N swallowed hard at his words. They stared at each other for a long moment, the air electric between them.

“Wanna get out of here?” Gibbs asked gruffly.

Y/N nodded, tossing some bills on the bar before following him outside into the cool night air. They got into his truck, the old Ford rumbling to life and kicking up dust as they headed for her house on the edge of town.

As soon as they were inside, Gibbs pressed her up against the door, kissing her fiercely. Y/N moaned into his mouth, feeling like she could finally breathe again after so long without him.

“Missed you, Y/N,” Gibbs growled against her neck as he sucked a mark into her skin. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you, about this.”

He squeezed her ass to emphasize his point and Y/N gasped. “Jethro,” she whimpered, already so wet for him.

Gibbs smirked, manhandling her toward the bedroom. “Gonna remind you who you belong to, baby girl. I need my Y/N back.”

They tumbled into bed together, relearning each other’s bodies with eager mouths and roving hands. He kissed every inch of inked skin, paying special attention to the secret spots that made her moan his name. When Gibbs finally sank into her tight heat, Y/N cried out his name, overwhelmed by how right it felt to be in his arms again. There was no slow build this time - the need to claim her was primal, urgent.

“So perfect for me, baby,” he praised, setting a relentless pace. She clasped him tight, meeting every thrust and urging him on. The bite of her nails and the sinful roll of her hips pushed him right to the edge. He wanted to watch her fall first.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me,” he commanded, driving into her sweet spot until she shattered with a sharp cry. The pulses of her release triggered his own and he followed her over, burying his face in her neck as ecstasy crashed through him.

Later, nestled against Gibbs’ strong chest, Y/N traced random shapes on his chest.

“Missed you too, Jet,” she whispered. “As wild as I am, I’m still yours. Only ever wanted to be yours.”

Gibbs pressed a kiss to her hair, holding her close. “I know, baby. We’ll figure this out, together. I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too.” Y/N tilted her head up for a soft kiss, heart full and racing, always racing, for Leroy Jethro Gibbs.