#spoilers opc

[cinnamonfknbuns]

apesar da ideia do gal todo cuindandinho da irmã mais nova e dps dos (futuros) escriptas ser mto fofa, a possibilidade de ela ser bem mais velha e ter cuidado dele qnd a mãe n cuidou e daí ele começou a ser uma figura protetora dos outros depois q ela foi p tenebris pq "se tornar" ela é uma maneira de ter ela por perto é 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

[feminetomboy]

Matador.

Or, alternatively: The cool Joui poster I've been thinking about for weeks and ended up drawing in two days. I love this little guy so much it's unreal. SO this is my tribute to his character.

Timelapse and close-up under cut.

<3

[factorialsotherfandoms]

If anyone's interested, this is the earlier form of Chapter 3 of the fic I posted earlier, from which the concept was born. The dialogue is the same but PoV and setup different, so sharing it too

Spoilers for the finale of OPC, plus referenced canonical character death.

There is always more to be done. The Order's work is never complete, and the higher Arthur climbs the more obvious this appears. Books and papers and old mission reports… all of it must be scoured for the information they need. And, if it keeps Arthur distracted from Joui's… from that, all the better for it.

Perhaps the distraction is too good, for he does not notice the chair pulled out beside him, nor the person who sits on it until they lean so close as to enter his field of vision.

Rubens does not say anything, however, leaving Arthur be. He seems more to just… read alongside him. At 4am. In a base abandoned by all but them.

That's…

"Rubens?" Arthur finally realises he must ask. "Its late."

Rubens looks at him, nods, and returns to reading the page.

"Shouldn't you be asleep or something?"

Arthur can still see the hand shaped bruises on his neck, and the way he keeps it very still - almost as though any other position hurts. Fuck, if Arthur had just thought…

"Do you want a hug?" Rubens asks, not looking at Arthur, playing with his sleeves.

"Pardon?"

"A hug," he repeats. "Want? You… like hugs. Are sad. Do you need one?"

Arthur pauses, watches Rubens, sees him slowly lose confidence. Does he want…?

Seeing Rubens begin to shy away, Arthur reaches out and wraps an arm around his shoulder. He pulls him a bit closer, tucking his face into Ruben's neck.

The arms that wrap around him are not strong, but they squeeze him anyway.

Arthur squeezes back, twice as hard.

He tries not to let the tears bubble out, but how can he stop them? Joui, Kaiser… Everyone, everyone he has never had space to grieve.

Rubens makes a mildly concerned noise at the first of the sobs, but does not let go. With extreme caution he slowly presses his cheek to Arthur's head, another little pressure.

"I miss them," Arthur sobs to him. "I miss them so much."

"Miss them too," comes the reply.

Arthur knows it isn't the same, knows it is even a different them, but…

But a tear drops atop his head, and so Arthur clings a little tighter anyway; just because it feels like his world is ending does not mean there is nothing left.

[becauseplot]

Liltle did Thiago know that his father had like 100 different hoobies that all involved the Paranormal and the destiny of the world somehow

!!!Spoilers for OSNF finale in the following paragraph!!!

(I'm assuming you've already watched osnf finale.....)

LITERALLY. LITERALLY. THIAGO HAD NO IDEA this makes me crazy anon THIAGO HAD NO IDEA. HE DIED HAVING NO IDEA. HE DIED THINKING HIS DAD WAS JUST ANOTHER AGENT OF THE ORDER, AN ESTEEMED ONE AND CLOSE TO SENHOR VERÍSSIMO SURE BUT JUST ANOTHER AGENT NONETHELESS.

Sorry for the capslock I'm very normal about this and I was literally just chatting with someone about it. Not sure where you are in Ordem and I'm gonna start digging into deeper lore so uhhh I'll put a break now I guess: spoilers up through OPC episode 8.

Arnaldo Friz was...so many things. Famous actor aside, he was: one of the best agents of the Order and close with Senhor V, a very present figure in the lives of the children in the Orphanage, the author of the Grimoire, and eventually the Host. Arnaldo Fritz is a legend, a ghost story, and one of the most dangerous things that Team Abutres has ever encountered.

But sometimes I forget---Arnaldo was Thiago's dad. Arnaldo was Thiago's dad. And his son loved him and missed him. Sometimes I forget that Arnaldo's death/disappearance is what made Thiago join the Order in the first place. Sometimes I forget that when Thiago nearly died on his first mission, the person he called out to, half-dead in the back seat of Liz's car, was his father, making dinner for him.

Yes, Arnaldo was an Order agent, the author of the Grimoire, the Host, yes, he was. But he was also someone's dad. And Thiago died thinking of Arnaldo Fritz as nothing more that---his dad.

And on a meta level, Thiago did not survive long enough to meet the future plot-hook that finding-out-about-his-father's-involvement-in-EVERYTHING would have been---which happens to Ordem characters a LOT, by the way. The series is so deadly that the characters die before they can be fully realized within the lore. Like, in normal media, you would expect to see a character like Thiago eventually discovering "OoOoOoO, there's actually more to your father's story than you initially believed!!" and then he would follow the thread deeper because that's his dad, he has to know what happened to his dad, but in Ordem it nEVER HAPPENS BECAUSE HE'S KILLED BEFORE HE CAN EVEN GET THE CHANCE. This makes me insane I think about it all the time.

[calbeloved]

A little writing about Gal with big Big spoilers for. everything about really shshs up to opc 8 i guess

Gal knows Kians' name by heart.

He has said it millions of times. Whispered and screamed it, with happiness and as a plea and in every tone that exists.

He has written it on paper countless times, until his hand was sore and shaking and he couldn't continue.

He has, however, never prayed to Kian.

Others do. He has seen them kneel before sleep and close their eyes as tight as possible and beg that everything will be fine. Pray for survival. Pray for… whatever else people do it for.

Gal has never understood it, not really. He was raised by a Priest and a Sister; for him, praying is closing your eyes and staying silent, kneeling on the cold floor for hours under Sister Thelma's watchful gaze so God can forgive him for his sins. You simply stay still and say ‘amen’ at the end and pretend you were calling out for someone that doesn't exist.

Gal doesn't believe in God. He believes in Kian.

If sin exists, wouldn't the biggest of them all be calling your savior a God?

It doesn't make sense. God doesn't exist; he can't, because otherwise, why would suffering do? If God exists, why did He never stop the pain, even when Gal was screaming for Him?

Kian did. Kian does.

God is nothing. Kian is the soft hands that rest on his shoulders and never strike. Kian is the words that are never cruel and never raised. Believing in Kian is knowing that he will meet his sister again. Kian is everything. Everything he could ever need.

He doesn't need to pray.

The others are lost, that's why they do.

Gal knows what he wants.

He just needs to follow Kians's orders and learn what to do. How to think smartly. How to not get hurt.

Kian is merciful. He teaches Gal with words that make sense, and if they don't, there's no blood and bruises as a result. Just different words, spoken in the same calm tone.

Gal has all he needs. He does not need to pray. Nobody ever forces him to. Nobody forces him to do anything anymore. Kian has taught him how to fight.

The point is. Gal knows Kian's name like nothing else. If you were to count what word he has said the most, you'd be correct in guessing ‘Kian’.

Gal prays, really prays, for the first time in his life in a church. What looks like a church, anyway.

There's blood everywhere. On the floor, on the walls, soaking into the wooden benches and his clothes. It has been there before Artemis, before the Dragões Metálicas. Before him.

The woman standing above him has no mercy. She cuts and she strikes and hits to hurt.

Gal prays for the first time in his life, not to Kian. Not to God. He prays to something else, wishing that he will survive, just so can kill Kian with his own hands- hand.

Gal prays.

Not for the first time in his life, but for the first in many years, there is nothing to believe in anymore.

Perhaps even with all the torture, that is the thing that hurts the most.

[caffeine-high]

Hello for the ask game

Síndico Sydney (if you needed to rank the characters in a "Should've been in the club" tier list, *who* would be in the highest tier?), Daniel Hartmann, Telopsia and Succ!

Ari!ヾ(•ω•`)o

Síndico Sydney (if you needed to rank the characters in a "Should've been in the club" tier list, *who* would be in the highest tier?)

i was making the tierlist, but cannot publish it without an account and sadly i am not in the business of making accounts.. but the highest ranked (player)characters would be:

Carina, Daniel, Thiago, Artemis, Amelie (dragging along Milo, who would actually quite enjoy it), all of os cinco

Daniel Hartmann - What's your favourite fanwork? (fics and/or fanart!)

spoilers are in brackets

art: This one poster by jade (opd), and this os cinco in the elevator (sdol)!

fic: i dont read that much, but i love rubens getting hugs aka. Here's A Hand by factorial (opc), also the estrelinha memorias comic(sdol)

other: this silly little animatic (opd), this longer animatic (sdol), this other animatic (opd), this song (sdol), also this song (opq), and this one (osni)

Telopsia - Favourite cinematic?

i have answered my first and second (and third) favourite ones already

so fourth favourite one it is! idk if you would count it as a cinematic but the first new painting reveal in osni is amoung my favourites aswell!!!! maybe just because i had been waiting for that for sooo long, but also it just looks really cool<3

Succ - Favourite joke/meme?

loveee the snip snub!! also sindico sidney (he should have been at the club)! and botão!!

also cellbit's ongoing crimes list on the discord

[the-official-princess-club]

The Princess Club

Episode 131

[op-crazytrain]

Sometimes I just keep characters mostly in their sketch-form because they look more organic that way. 

I mean... Look at Iceburg here. He’s so............ Wholesome............. I love him. Cleaning up these lines would make his face look less warm, less expressive, and more flat. Seemingly perfect proportions sometimes bear the risk of becoming rigid. Sometimes there’s an “essence” in a sketch you just can’t get rid of.

[diabolus1exmachina]

Opel Astra X-Treme Concept  

The Astra OPC X-Treme is a racing car for use on normal roads. It was developed and built under the supervision of Opel Performance Center GmbH (OPC), a subsidiary company, estab-lished in 1997, responsible for the Opel European motor sport activities and the de-velopment of exclusive Opel-based high-performance automobiles.The X-Treme not only became one of the fastest sportscars when it first turned a wheel, but even prior to this, in terms of rapid development work. Come the end of the first DTM race season the OPC engineers and Opel’s designers needed only seven weeks, in close cooperation with the International Technical Development Center (ITDC) in Rässelsheim, to create a ready-to-run car based on the DTM Astra CoupéThe high-tech sportscar’s overall concept is based on the DTM car: the safety bodys-hell has gull-wing doors, a spaceframe and various exceptionally rigid components reinforced with carbon fiber. Its 4.0-liter V8 engine, with four valves per cylinder, drives the rear wheels through a sequential-shift six-speed, transaxle gearbox. The wheels are suspended on double wishbones and there are carbon-fiber disk brakes at the front and rear. In the course of development work, however, at least half of the cars compo-nents were either modified or redesigned for road use. The metamorphosis from racer to road car can be studied in detail on the restyled and more harmonious outer skin, which was the work of body designer Ulli Hochmuth. In-stead of the DTM cars, double-wing front spoiler, the X-Treme has an integrated single-section version flush with the body. Similar modifications have been made to the rear end of the Astra OPC X-Treme. The tail, with its built-in diffusor, is smoother and has a restyled spoiler. Similar rounding-off work has been performed at the body panel joints, the outside mirrors and the side panels, while the two twin ex-haust tailpipes add symmetry and visual balance.In place of the 18-inch wheels called for by the DTM championship regulation, the X-Treme runs on 20-inch wheels of new OPC design; like their counterparts on the competition car, they have central fastenings. An equally dramatic visual aspect of this new high-performance car is its specially-created fiery red eight-coat paint finish.the engine, with its dry sump lubrication, doesn’t have to withstand thousands of prac-tice and race miles without any attention; as a result it is allowed to run up to a maximum speed 850 revolutions a minute higher than its competition counterpart, yet de-velops a maximum power output only 18 horsepower lower, namely 326 kW (444 hp) at 7350 rpm, more than enough to catapult this red-painted rocket’s to a place among the extreme high performers’, as its name implies. Acceleration from a standstill to 100 km/h takes no more than four seconds, and the top speed is beyond the 300 km/h mark.

[gingersp1ce547]

Welcome to my blog!!

I’m ginger, I’ve been on tumblr for about 7 years (this is my second account, my old one was lost for a really long time but awhile ago I was able to get it back. Still, I don’t really use it anymore so I digress) and have been around fandom spaces for even longer than that!

I make mostly write analysis posts and occasionally post art and memes and fics. I occasionally reblog character x reader posts (no rpf) but they are always sfw and tagged as such if that’s not your vibe. However I do interact (comment, like, pretty much anything short of Reblogging) with nsfw posts

I am also only an english speaker but i will engage with posts from other languages!

General tags

-gingersp1ce547 (posts i made or feature in)

-my art

My interests move by usually pretty quick but the ones I’m currently into/ am still atleast slightly active in are:

Ordem paranormal

Tags: opvodblogging, doplivevodding, opclivevodding

FOR SPOILERS: osni, opd, opc, aop, sdol, opq (followed by a tag with the ep number)

Qsmp

-still havent seen the finale. Oops

-tags: ginger liveblogs qsmp, ginger liveblogs (for qsmp members not playing qsmp)

Final fantasy 14

-WORKING TOWARDS CATCHING UP ON MSQ EVEN THOUGH DAWNTRAIL IS OUT!!!

Fics that I’ve made:

-A canon divergence fic for One Piece about what if Sabo did become a noble which you can read here !

Au’s that I’ve made:

Ordem paranormal qsmp au

- team e from osnf ends up stranded on quesadilla island

- master list here!!!

- tags: opqsmpau

[alvaromatias1000]

Vectra GSi: o sedã esportivo que abalou nosso mercado nos anos 90

Era o final de 1993. Junto com o Vectra GSi temos o Brasil há menos de um ano de se tornar tetracampeão de futebol e Ayrton Senna ainda surpreendendo em seu fraco McLaren Ford V8. Nessa época, a GM iniciou uma nova fase por aqui.

Fazia poucos anos que a importação de carros estava liberada e o consumidor brasileiro não precisava mais sonhar com os carros impossíveis das revistas especializadas. Agora, ele poderia ter um Opel aqui, embora com a gravata Chevrolet.

Um dos muitos alemães que desembarcaram por aqui, oriundos de Rüsselsheim, era o Chevrolet Vectra. O sedã médio europeu chegou para ficar entre o nosso saudoso Monza e outro germânico, já naturalizado, o Omega.

Na ânsia de atender os compradores que queriam entrar na nova era automotiva do Brasil, a GMB trouxe logo de cara três versões do Vectra, sendo que duas eram equipadas com motor 2.0 8V (GLS e CD).

Contudo, o suprassumo ficava para o Vectra GSi, que era a opção de performance do sedã médio alemão e trazia de forma exclusiva o motor Família II 2.0 16V.

Mais potente e rápido que as demais opções, o Vectra GSi foi uma alternativa agradável em um momento de boom do mercado, onde as novidades surgiam aos montes no mercado nacional.

Vectra GSi

O Vectra GSi não era um carro relativamente novo no mercado europeu, tendo sido lançado em 1988. Sucessor do Ascona (Monza alemão), o modelo recebera motor V6 apenas alguns meses antes de chegar ao Brasil.

Por aqui, se o GLS era mais racional e o CD tinha proposta mais luxuosa, o GSi era aquele que elevava a emoção ao máximo com a performance de um esportivo.

Não por acaso, a designação na Opel para GSi é de carro esportivo e foi assim até a ascensão da OPC. Então, para corresponder a isso, o Vectra GSi vinha para realmente botar lenha na fogueira.

Além do motor forte, trazia ainda transmissão manual de cinco marchas para que o condutor pudesse “puxar” tudo o que o carro tinha direito, tornando-o um carro realmente gostoso de dirigir, porém, havia alguns pormenores.

Objeto de desejo de muitos consumidores, o Vectra GSi chegou secretamente com prazo de validade. O motivo é que a chegada do sedã importado era o prenúncio de sua nacionalização, já na segunda (e sofisticada) geração.

Raro nos dias de hoje, o Vectra GSi usado e conservado pode custar R$ 30.000 sem muito esforço. Ou seja, ainda é um carro que desperta a paixão pelo saudosismo, purismo e esportividade que hoje não temos mais.

O GSi durou muito pouco pelo que oferecia, sendo exatos 30 meses, em que aqueles que podiam pagar seu alto preço, tiveram a chance de te-lo na garagem, alguns para preservação.

Infelizmente, com a chegada da nova geração, o Vectra GSi não teve espaço no portfólio da Chevrolet e ficou sendo um produto para apreciação apenas dos europeus e outros que podiam compra-lo em outras regiões.

Vectra GSi – Estilo

O Vectra GSi era um “sleeper car”, não aparentando visualmente o que realmente podia fazer. Discreto, o modelo chegou sem perfumarias, que os alemães evidentemente não gostam.

Como um Opel, o GSi era um esportivo para chamar atenção apenas quando arrancasse rápido e não por estética, algo que os italianos – mais emocionais – apreciam. Como alemão, ele tinha de ser discreto e funcional.

Parcialmente dotado de linhas arredondadas na frente, o Vectra GSi tinha formas atraentes, mesmo não querendo ir por esse caminho “visual”. O modelo apresentava o logotipo Chevrolet dentro de um círculo, que era da Opel.

Isso facilitava a troca de emblemas para sua comercialização em países onde, infelizmente, a marca alemã não estava presente, como aqui. A grade preta era emoldurada por um acabamento na cor do carro.

Os faróis duplos retangulares tinha os piscas separados, além de lentes claras. O Vectra GSi tinha molduras pretas que envolviam toda a carroceria, englobando os para-choques e as laterais do carro.

Na frente, abaixo delas, havia um protetor com linhas fluidas e dois faróis de neblina, que ficavam numa moldura que também servia de grade inferior, tendo esta apenas um friso na cor do carro.

Esse para-choque era exclusivo do Vectra GSi e tinha ainda um spoiler discreto na base. Nas laterais, o sedã esportivo vinha com saias laterais bem proeminentes, bem como badge “2.0 16V” para enaltecer o que havia debaixo do capô.

Os retrovisores eram embutidos nas portas, que tinham ainda maçanetas igualmente integradas à carroceria, reduzindo assim o coeficiente aerodinâmico. Estas eram pretas e se destacavam no visual, assim como as colunas pretas.

No Vectra GSi de cor branca, um dos mais desejados – se não for o mais – essas partes em preto se sobressaíam bem mais. Com teto solar elétrico, o sedã não tinha mais nada sobre a cabine.

A antena do sistema de áudio era elétrica e ficava no lado esquerdo do porta-malas. Este vinha com um pequeno defletor de ar na cor do carro, sendo praticamente integrado à tampa.

As lanternas quase quadradas eram escurecidas e cortadas pela tampa do porta-malas, sendo fixadas num fundo preto que dominava a traseira, que era o que mais destacava o Vectra GSi das demais versões.

O para-choque tinha um spoiler estranhamente muito pronunciado, diferente do que se espera em um carro esportivo. Os badges “Vectra GSi” de um lado e “Chevrolet” do outro era adesivados na carroceria.

O logo da gravata com fundo preto ficava ao centro, mas estava anos-luz de distância de qualquer proposta “Midnight” de hoje em dia. Já o escapamento do Vectra GSi era discreto em sua ponteira, oculta sob o para-choque traseiro.

Para diferencia-lo das versões GLS e CD, a GM adicionou rodas aro 15 polegadas com liga leve inteiriça, tendo apenas cinco entradas de ar em forma de pétalas e uma capa protetora dos parafusos. Seus pneus eram 195/60 R15.

No interior, o Vectra GSi exibia um ambiente sóbrio, não apresentando qualquer característica que o levasse a ser um esportivo. O volante, no entanto, era o mesmo do Calibra, tendo quatro raios e ajuste em altura.

Com 37 cm de diâmetro, ele tinha acabamento em couro e aparência elegante, porém, longe da proposta do carro. O painel era todo preto, tendo cluster analógico com conta-giros em meia-lua e velocímetro centralizado.

Sem airbags, o Vectra GSi tinha um “buraco” no lugar do mesmo para o passageiro, que servia de porta-objetos. O porta-luvas refrigerado e com porta-copos ficava logo abaixo.

Os difusores de ar eram bem elevados, enquanto o ar condicionado ainda mantinha alavancas para ajuste ao lado do computador de bordo de 7 funções, num diminuto display, porém, bem chamativo.

Este vinha com relógio, consumo médio e instantâneo, autonomia, velocidade média, cronômetro e temperatura externa.

No caso do sistema de áudio, chamava atenção dois aparelhos. Um era o rádio toca-fitas 1din na parte inferior do console central, tendo logo abaixo um player de CD com display digital e também num formato 1din.

Mais abaixo, um cinzeiro retrátil com acendedor de cigarros embutido, além da alavanca de câmbio em couro.

O freio de mão junto dos botões do computador de bordo. Embora os espelhos retrovisores externos fossem ajustáveis na porta do motorista, os vidros não eram.

Os comandos dos vidros ficavam entre os bancos dianteiros, tendo botões individuais. Entretanto, as portas traseiras vinham com seus acionadores nas portas. Já as travas eram por pinos no topo das mesmas.

O revestimento dos bancos era em veludo e não em couro, algo que pode ser visto em muitos Vectra GSi usados. Os apoios de cabeça tinham elementos vazados, enquanto o banco do motorista tinha ajuste lombar.

As portas tinham acabamento em veludo na parte central e apliques imitando madeira na parte superior. O Vectra GSi ainda oferecia porta-cassetes (5) entre os bancos dianteiros, além de apoio de braço central apenas atrás.

Equipado com direção hidráulica, o Vectra GSi oferecia muito conforto a bordo. No porta-malas, cabiam 388 litros. Tudo isso movido por um propulsor realmente capaz.

Vectra GSi – Motor

O Vectra GSi não tinha apenas um motor mais potente colocado simplesmente dentro do cofre, mas uma preparação diferenciada como um todo para que o sedã realmente andasse como os alemães exigem.

Assim, o propulsor C20XE chegava com bloco de ferro fundido e cabeçote de alumínio com 16 válvulas em duplo comando de acionamento por correia dentada.

Ele era parte da Família II da GM e tinha 1998 cm3 de volume, trabalhando com taxa de compressão de 10,5:1. Entregando 150 cavalos a 6.000 rpm e 20 kgfm a 4.600 rpm, ele tinha injeção eletrônica sequencial Bosch Motronic.

O C20XE era bem robusto para atingir altas rotações, tendo virabrequim reforçado, pistões forjados, válvulas de escape refrigeradas à sódio, comandos com árvores ocas para reduzir peso e inércia, catalisador e sensor de oxigênio.

A injeção Bosch Motronic 2.8 tinha dois corpos de borboletas para aspiração em alta e baixa rotação, tendo ainda cárter de alumínio, coletor de escape em aço inox 4:2 e radiador de óleo.

Aqui, o Vectra GSi ia de 0 a 100 km/h em 8,5 segundos e tinha máxima de 210 km/h. Porém, as revistas especializadas chegavam a 215 km/h. Na Europa, o esportivo era mais veloz e atingia 217 km/h.

Com 4,432 m de comprimento, 1,706 m de largura, 1,370 m de altura e 2,600 m de entre eixos, o Vectra GSi pesava 1.235 kg, tendo suspensão dianteira McPherson e traseira por eixo de torção. Os freios eram a disco nas quatro rodas, sem ABS.

O consumo era de 10,6 km/l na cidade e 13,5 km/l na estrada, nada mal para um sedã médio da década de 1990. Para efeito de comparação, hoje o Polo GTS faz 11/13,7 km/l, respectivamente, sendo apenas 0,1 segundo mais rápido.

Com tanque de 57 litros, o Vectra GSi teoricamente podia rodar quase 770 km. Foi um bom carro, mas viveu pouco por aqui. No tempo em que esteve, não recebeu alterações, entrando assim para o rol dos bons carros esportivos dos anos 90.

© Noticias Automotivas. A notícia Vectra GSi: o sedã esportivo que abalou nosso mercado nos anos 90 é um conteúdo original do site Notícias Automotivas.

Vectra GSi: o sedã esportivo que abalou nosso mercado nos anos 90 publicado primeiro em https://www.noticiasautomotivas.com.br

[runridedive]

The new Opel Corsa GSi

The much-anticipated 3-door Opel Corsa GSi joins the South African Opel model line-up in May 2019. A number of ‘tweaks’ take the legendary GSi badge more towards the territory of sport luxury with a powertrain which focuses on everyday driving needs. Time has certainly moved on in terms of safety and speed legislation, and OPEL is pioneering this new trend by gently distancing the new GSi badge from its historical pure performance roots.

OUTSTANDING THROTTLE RESPONSE & TORQUE: Although not a pure racing machine, the turbocharged 1.4-litre German powerhouse delivers outstanding throttle response and torque, as well as featuring a special GSi-calibration for increased responsiveness. Mated to a short-ratio, six-speed gearbox, the engine delivers outstanding punch in second and third gear and impresses with great elasticity.

PURE DRIVING PRECISION: The new OPEL Corsa GSI’s agile OPC sport suspension and brakes (with red calipers) were set up on the legendary Nürburgring  ‘Nordschleife distances’ to ensure precise athleticism, outstanding and agile handling and sudden braking. To top off its stunning good looks, the new GSi features 18-inch light alloy wheels and high-grip tyres.

DYNAMIC DESIGN WITH SHARP, CLEAR LINES: The Corsa GSi has a characteristic sporty design with large air intakes, sculptured bonnet, prominent rear spoiler and precisely moulded side sills. From the front, the cheeky new GSi fascia features a large honeycomb grille and in the centre the Opel Blitz badge supported by two wings, with the exterior rear-view mirror housings in racing-look carbon colour. Large, chrome-ringed design elements which are visually connected in a horizontal line via the black crosspieces running across the front, along with the black traverse cleat on the bonnet, support the impression of a serious road-clinging athlete. The vibrant styling is also present when viewed from the rear. The prominent spoiler on the edge of the roof creates additional downforce, and the sporty chrome tailpipe is framed by the vibrant design of the rear apron in body colour.

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ECONOMY with PERFORMANCE: Fuel consumption1 – combined: 6.4 – 6.0 l/100km

Priced at only R365 900 the new Opel Corsa GSi promises to deliver a sophisticated, luxurious and sporty driving experience.

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[feminetomboy]

Hi here's like 20 random Ordem Paranormal sketches I made

It's actually just 9 and most of them are Joui. Because I think he's the most neat <3 Thanks for coming to my TED Talk <3

[factorialsotherfandoms]

More Battleships fic for @wsdalt !!! OPC spoilers, relatively mild.

This Time Next Year

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ordem Paranormal (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rubens Naluti/Johnny Tabasco Characters: Rubens Naluti, Johnny Tabasco Additional Tags: Post-Canon, medical setting, Spoilers, Slice of Life, Injury Recovery, best friends? boyfriends? secret third thing?, idk they're partners in something, Caretaking, Referenced Trauma, Allusions to canon events, Campaign 04: Ordem Paranormal: Calamidade Summary: Ten minutes in the life of Johnny and Rubens, as they leave a perfectly normal outpatients appointment.

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One would think that the outpatients neurology clinic would have decent wheelchair access, but clearly not. With time Johnny's appointments in this place have become less frequent - only for the physio to slowly pick up in frequency. Still he does not quite have the strength to wheel himself further than between rooms at home, but he does get to go home, and he can finally go to and from the bathroom without needing assistance.

It's strange how small his victories are. That was one that took months nonetheless.

Technically speaking the lift fits his wheelchair. Technically. It is a little cramped and his knees get squashed, but it happens.

The thing is, he is still not quite coordinated enough to reverse the wheelchair through the narrow doorway - too narrow, really, once you consider his arms.

Which means Rubens has to squish in too.

Squish being an operative word; Johnny cannot imagine how the likes of Antônio would fit in here with him, given how Rubens has to contort himself. In the morning Rubens will have bruises from the handles - he always does - but for now he is just pressed up close, and unable to press the buttons.

At first they had to use a stick for Rubens to reach around and whichever was needed, Johnny too weak to do it himself. Now, however, with a few months of more therapies than he knew existed before, Johnny can again press the button.

"Entrance, right?" He asks. He knows it is the right one, but then the longer he is awake the more he doubts his memory.

Rubens nods.

Johnny presses the correct button. Rubens nods, and relaxes a little. It's fine, it is all fine.

Except...

There's a lot of other buttons...

It will go to the entrance level first, right? And as there's a second lift if it is badly needed he could just...

"Johnny."

Rubens looks at where his hand is, and narrows his eyes slightly. Johnny pulls it back... then, quick as he can, presses every other button. With the angle it's impossible for Rubens to do anything to stop him. All ten floor buttons light up - he does avoid the emergency ones at least - and he turns to grin at Rubens.

It is still really, really weird to not look down at Rubens; Johnny doesn't like it, being stuck down here, but he would rather be in the stupid wheelchair than for one of the two to be dead.

Rubens' exaggerated sigh is just as funny as it always is. Behind it, though… Johnny remembers the first few times, remembers how Rubens clung to his hand and struggled to breathe. Something about a coffin, and blood, and O Anfitrião. Rubens remembers details, he remembers them extremely well, but he doesn’t tell them often. Not even to Johnny. Johnny, who knows what that name means, and it’s all he can do to hold him and promise to be there next time.

Rubens is more used to it now, able to stay in his place and make his own jokes too; it doesn’t mean Johnny can’t sense the tension.

"What!" Johnny pretends to defend himself, joking about being his first and last line of defense against a suffocating atmosphere. "Buttons are created to be pressed! Are you denying them their purpose, Rubens? How rude of you."

"Hm," the noise Rubens makes is doubtful. The elevator dings for arrival at the lowest floor; Rubens pushes him out, and only once it has gone again does he shrug with the simple word "button."

It feels like exasperation, acceptance, and judgement all rolled into one, though from this angle Johnny cannot exactly see Rubens' expression.

As if judgement has ever stopped him before; if it had, he would be in only half the messes he is in, and at least twice as many again.

Regardless of his crimes or otherwise, Rubens still pushes Johnny over to the reception desk. He leans against it, phone out ready to check the calendar while Johnny presses the bell to summon someone.

"Did you understand any of what the doctor said?" Johnny whispers as they wait. "I got maybe... half?"

Three appointments ago, he would not even have remembered a third.

"Took notes," Rubens' doesn't quite answer the question, but Johnny knows he means yes.

"Thanks. Print them for me? When we get home?"

Rubens nods sharply, giving him a thumbs up even as he continues to be distracted by the phone.

Johnny doesn't ask where he'd be without Rubens; the answer is both obvious, and dead.

"Sorry for the delay," the receptionist bumbles into view, swinging into her chair with a pint mug of very strong coffee in hand. "How can I help?"

"Need to make another follow up in...?" Johnny glances at Rubens.

"Month."

"In a month," he turns back to her, offering a smile.

The neurologist's office is at least one place where facial scarring does not turn eyes; the receptionist just hums and taps about on her computer. "Name?"

"Johnny Tabasco."

She only hesitates a moment, before typing it in. Her frown widens slightly in surprise, but she carries on, "which doctor are you seeing?"

"Doctor Barreto," he can remember that one.

While she clicks her tongue, Johnny glances back to Rubens. He pulls a face, and receives one in return.

They just have to get through this and then they can get home, and he can take the weight off his aching spine.

"I have... 3pm on the twelfth?"

"Rubens?" Johnny looks up to his friend - it would be easier if he held the phone, but he would also like to get home without a migraine.

"Hm," Rubens' head tilts. "No."

With no idea what they're conflicting with, Johnny just asks, "another day, maybe?"

"I've... 8:15, 10:45, or 11:30 on the fifteenth?"

Johnny glances up, and gets a shrug. Not wanting to have to be dressed and functional before 10, he offers "11:30 would be great, thanks."

He's gotten better at this; when they first had to make appointments, Johnny had no idea what he was doing and barely a memory while Rubens was too stressed to speak at all. They're getting better, now, both health wise and working out how to pool their talents in this specific regard.

"Would you like that writing down for you?"

"Please."

It goes on a little slip, which Johnny immediately files in the pouch hung from the arm of his wheelchair; his wallet, his appointment slips, his keys, and his meds stay close, along with the phone he can no longer use.

"Have a good day," she tells them, almost absently. "We'll see you then."

"And you. Rubens?"

A double thumbs up, and Rubens puts the phone away. It gets shoved in his jeans, before he takes a place back behind the wheelchair.

Johnny likes Rubens being behind him. He doesn't like not being able to check on him, though. If push comes to shove... he's not strong enough, yet, to wheel himself further than the bathroom, but he could get between Rubens and a monster, he's pretty sure. Might even be able to give a couple of good hits - more, if he has time to grab the knife hidden under the seat.

If there are monsters here, though, they probably are not in the entryway; Johnny hits the button for the doors before Rubens can reach it, and waits for it to open.

Nobody is here for them yet - Carina had dropped them off, but it was on her way to some classes. The weather is nice enough, however, and there's a bench for Rubens. He parks Johnny next to it, and flops himself down.

Finally, finally, the world is righted and Johnny is taller again.

"Who's picking us up?" Johnny asks him.

"Ivete," Rubens replies. "Just paying. She'll be here soon."

Johnny groans; Ivete means one of the Order’s vans, and sure they can take the wheelchair but Veríssimo needed to get the suspension redone months ago. It won’t injure his back, he doesn’t think, but neither will it help the ache already growing there.

Rubens leans over, quickly kissing a scars on the side of his face - the one from the tree, and then the one from the blood zombie - before gently dropping his head onto Johnny's arm. Johnny frees said arm, only to loop it around his friend's shoulders. He gets it. He understands; Rubens is his best friend, his only family.

And, fuck, what would he have done if he had awoken, only to discover Rubens dead? Not just scarred, not like Johnny is - not like they both are, if you know where to look - but dead.

Johnny can’t reach Rubens’ scars like this - neither to trace nor to kiss - but he can hold him a little tighter, a little safer, just in case.

He can also be an insufferable tease.

"She bringing Arthur?" he asks, then upon seeing the dirty look that Rubens throws at him continues. "What? It's good for you to hang out with people your own age."

Whatever Rubens says next is muffled into Johnny's hip. He holds him a little tighter, glances around for danger, finds nothing but a familiar van - the Order never changes, even when it does - just crossing into the car park.

"What did you say?" He asks, despite knowing exactly what Rubens said.

He gets a head raised, and a scowl, a bapping on the arm and Rubens getting to his feet.

"You're my favourite," Rubens rushes out to answer, before stepping away to flag Ivete down.

[becauseplot]

opc spoilers under the cut! (and mild flashy colors warning)

pov youre the devil and you just stole the magistrate's boy and brought him to the club where he belongs

unfortunately your definition of "a fun night at the club" (murdering a mansion full of people) is different from most people's definitions of "a fun night at the club"

based on this dumb joke i made:

[calbeloved]

thinking about erin and joui again.... opd finale and some vague opc spoilers maybe

man. can you imagine how awful joui must have felt, knowing how his last interaction with erin went... beacuse. i don't know anything about the mask or what's going on with joui yet, but given how he was acting in ep20 i think it's relatively safe to say he wasn't,, himself? aware of anything? in that moment or at least. not fully. and ive seen clips of him asking arthur (?) where is kaiser. so. i would say, in my own personal opinion, that he also wouldn't be aware that erin died. because even if he saw her body (and would be able to recognise it as her, because. there's no way there was much left of her) he wasn't. you know, fully aware of all that stuff. so, the realisation that she was dead must have hit later.

and. can you imagine how that feels. the last interaction they had was him leaving, literally turning away from her trying to kiss him. after they spent a moment finally letting each other know that yes, there is something there. they must have been waiting for a moment of safety to get to know each other better and actually engage in their feelings, and they never had that!!! they never got to safety!! how. how bad it must feel, to know that the person you loved so much never got to hear it; never got to know how much you cared. they argued!! their last interaction was so sad, filled with tears and erin literally almost begging him to not go, and she didn't even get a kiss. they never even held each other. joui must have felt like he was protecting her, both by turning away and by knowing that if he left, she would be safe. but she wasn't. and he never saw her again.

how do you think that feels. because. personally. if i had to walk away from a person i loved while they were asking me to stay, just to protect them, and they still died, and there wasn't a thing i could do to protect them because i was gone. i would. i would be absolutely destroyed.