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pttucker · 5 months

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Aaaand we're done! \o/

Well... "done" in one sense of the word since I just did a very quick search and apparently there's like another 140 chapters of side stories and counting. Possibly post-epilogue stuff??? Didn't look too closely since I don't want too many spoilers if I can avoid it. I already saw one vague spoiler relating to 49% Dokja's side story. 😢😢😢

Though at least now with the main novel+epilogues finished all of the mysteries have been wrapped up (as far as I can remember).

I guess I'm still curious about the Library, but even if that's never touched upon in any side story chapters, I think I kinda get it with my theories and how he broke up into many, many different Dokjas and/or was two different Oldest Dreams?

Oh, and the stuff with Dokja & 1863's Sooyoung's blurry faces, I would have liked to have seen that resolved. There were mentions of Dokja slowly getting less blurry that were kinda glossed over but nothing concrete ever popped up for why his face was blurry or if/when it fully stopped being blurry? Unless I just missed some subtle thing?? Like I guess the epilogue did mention that Sooyoung had fun writing in stuff about him being the Ugly King but I don't think she made him ugly, that was just her memories of him?? Either way, poor Dokja. 😭

idk maybe I'm the only one obsessed with things like that. (I literally eventually started a separate section in my ORV Scrivener notes just for all the times Dokja's looks are mentioned in any way.) So maybe it just wasn't deemed important to "resolve"? Or, again, it was but I totally missed it.

Or maybe there's still something about the Library and his looks (and other mysteries I may not be currently remembering) in the additional 140+ chapters out there?

Unfortunately, English translations of Chapters 552+ don't all seem to be in one place, or at least I wasn't able to quickly find them in my first search. I'll keep looking, though. Might just have to cobble together the chapters one by one from various sources. If anyone happens to know where I could possibly find them...

Though I'm honestly not certain if I want to immediately jump into them or if I want to give it a moment to breathe. I actually am a little bit disappointed that I jumped right into the 40+ chapter epilogues right after finishing the main story since I feel like it stole some of the impact from him finding his two separate ■■.

Even if I was really happy to see how they continued living on in the system-less world and how Dokja felt after losing all of his companions to be Oldest Dream. Seriously you never get to see those sort of things after the "happy" ending.

And I did love seeing how it all tied back together with Sooyoung being the author and ORV itself being Dokja's story (which Sooyoung also wrote!) which in turn is our story and getting to see Secretive Plotter and the 999ths again and poor Joonghyuk just not knowing what to do with himself after losing his purpose as a protagonist and him and Sooyoung wanting to save their precious Dokja more than anything and both of them coming to understand Dokja better and so on and so forth.

But if nothing else, I do really want to finally read some fanfiction and otherwise engage with fandom now that the big mysteries are solved. And if I can make one final prediction it's going to be that the top fanfic is some kind of modern, no powers gamer AU or something. Because that's just how these fandoms seem to go. 😂

Anyway, I think it should be obvious from my many, many ORV posts but I really enjoyed the novel! I am very happy that so many things were so well foreshadowed, so much was so carefully planned, so many loose ends were tied up in a very satisfying manner, etc. It's very impressive for such a long, looooong story. I mean, just the fact that you could get inklings that something was up with Secretive Plotter before we even hit Chapter 100 yet not have the reveal come until much later is impressive just on its own.

I guess if I had one complaint it'd be that I didn't quite vibe with the whole "multiple walls to open the Final Wall" thing. Like, I totally was into the idea of Dokja's Fourth Wall being the largest fragment, and I actually thought that Jang Hayoung's wall was pretty clever since it's all about commenting/texting others when Jan Hayoung was created due to Dokja's comments.

But I'm not quite so into the Wall of Samsara and Wall That Divides Good and Evil. Like, I do get how they relate to the story, what with Dokja literally reincarnating into multiple worlds himself and the fact that a lot of Dokja's main theme was that he didn't nicely fit into a box of good or evil. I mean, his literal Modifiers are Demon King of Salvation and Watcher of Light and Darkness. Not to mention, Dokja went through a ton of the novel saying that just because they were evil in one turn doesn't mean they're evil in the next and vice versa, as well as the fact that the had companions on both sides of the spectrum.

So I'm not saying that they just came out of nowhere, but personally I find something to be a little off with them when compared to the other two walls? idk these are just my initial thoughts and I might feel completely different once I re-read the novel and can better appreciate things.

Which, speaking of, I'm debating with myself if I want to do the truly ridiculous thing and start this entire novel over right from the beginning in true Dokja fashion or if I want to be good and maybe give some other universe some love. I was looking at The World After The Fall but...uh...

Not to say that things with tiny fandoms aren't also good!!!

But it does make me kinda side-eye it a little and wonder if I shouldn't just read Solo Leveling...

...or read whatever side stories I can find, aaaaaalllllll the fanfic, and then read ORV all over again. 😂

We'll see.

FYI when I do start reacting to the side stories I think I'll use the tag "orv side story" if anyone wants to block it preemptively to avoid spoilers.

#thanks for everyone that came along with me on my journey!#I'll have to find my own ORV liveblogger to follow now 😊#orv #orv spoilers #orv novel chapter 551 #orv epilogue spoilers #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv liveblog

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diamond-coral · 3 years

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The Heist- Part Two

Steve x Reader Chapter Summary: Steve sees you working at a club. Now Steve wants you...and he’ll have you.

Series Warnings: dark, rape/non-con, kidnapping, stripper themes, swearing, crime

Chapter Warnings: male masturbation, swearing, stripper themes, kidnapping, crime, mild violence, threats of rape/non-con, creepy crazy stevo

Steve had begrudgingly went to the strip club with Bucky and Sam because, as Sam said, ‘Modern women are somethin’ else compared to the 1940’s.’. Bucky was much more enthusiastic to see how much things had changed as a once been ladies’ man from the 40’s even if it meant having to go with Sam who bickered with him every five minutes. And while Bucky’s enthusiasm remained as they entered the club, the blaring music, flashing lights, and women in skimpy outfits had Steve remaining unimpressed.

Until he saw you.

You weren’t on the stage but rather talking to a coworker in the back of the room, a tray of drinks in one hand and a smile on your face that could light up a room. An honest, genuine smile that stood out in a room filled with nothing but empty sultry smiles given by dancers. Your coworker said something, and you threw your head back and let out a laugh that Steve could’ve sworn he had heard ringing all the way across the club over the blaring music.

You were perfect.

While you were still scantily clad in nothing but a light pink shimmery sheer top that showed your bra perfectly cupping your breasts, a pair of barely their black shorts, and black heels that had his eyes dragging up and down your legs, your demeanor and posture was more relaxed, and that’s what he loved. You weren’t sticking your tits out in front of you or pushing your ass back, but were rather slouched a little, eyes shimmering with excitement as you talked. What Steve saw of you was raw and authentic, and he loved it.

Sam’s voice interrupted Steve from his daydreaming, and Steve shot him a look of irritation causing Sam to raise his hands in defense.

“Woah there loverboy,” Sam chuckled. “I was just gonna suggest, you should ask for a dance from that girl you’re ogling over.”

“And before you go over and court her with your righteousness and whisk her away to waltz like prince charming, he means a lapdance, punk,” Bucky says while taking a sip of his drink.

“I- I was’t ogling,” Steve sputtered, but let out a sigh of defeat at Sam’s raised eyebrow. “I’m not gonna ask for a lapdance. Besides, she seems to be just waiting tables. I wouldn’t wanna interrupt-”

“You’re hopeless,” Sam teased as he brought his fingers to his mouth to let out a shrill cab whistle. You turned, and Sam caught your attention, beckoning you over with two fingers.

“Hiya fellas,” you said, and Steve frowned a little at the sultry voice you put on. “What can I help you with?”

“Just another round of drinks, sugar. Oh- and-” Sam leaned to whisper something in your ear and Steve noticed your eyes widening a little before your gaze snapped to him, a small smile on your painted lips.

“Of course,” you responded to Sam. “I’ll be back with your drinks shortly.”

As you turned to leave, Steve frowned at Sam. “What did you tell her,” he asked.

“Oh nothing much. Just mentioned that THE Captain America was looking for a little bit of fun tonight.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a groan. “Sam you dumbass.”

“Hey, he’s doing more about it than you,” Bucky interjected. “Sometimes it’s just sad watching you when you just sit and do - oh shit here she’s comes.”

“Alright, and I’ve got another round of drinks,” you said cheerfully while distributing the glasses. “And you, Mr. Rogers…” You sat on one of Steve’s thick thighs while placing your hands on the collar of his button up shirt and smoothing it down. “You’re friend told me you’re lookin’ for something… special tonight?”

Steve’s throat was dry and he was sure you could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest. “Oh well...I um-I.”

“What Mr. Womanizer would like to say is that he accepts your offer,” Sam offered, and Steve shot him what was probably the one-hundredth dirty look of the night.

“Well then.” You got off his lap and tugged on his arm. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

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Half an hour later, Steve returned a mess. The first few buttons of button up were undone, his hair was tousled, his cheeks flushed, and his heart hadn’t stopped racing.

“Good time?” Bucky inquired with a smirk.

Steve could barely form any words other than ‘where’s Sam’ to which Bucky pointed to the crowd of sweaty dancing bodies where Sam was shamelessly grinding on some woman.

“Oh God, I need a drink.” Steve fixed his hair with one hand while the other dipped into his pocket to retrieve a flask of Asgardian liquor Thor had given him.

“Was she that good?”

“Well yes, but it wasn’t just the dance. It was her,” Steve answered while burying his face in his hands. He felt like the scrawny kid from Brooklyn again. Completely flustered as he chased after a girl totally out of his league. “I don’t know Buck, she’s just-she’s just perfect.”

“Stevie, look around you. Every woman here is practically perfect. And they’re goddesses. That girl is just a girl.”

“No it’s just- you don’t understand. She’s just…” Steve let out an exasperated sigh and Bucky’s eyes softened.

“Wow you really like her don’t ya?” Steve just nodded in reply. “Well what if we came back again when she’s working?”

“No that wouldn’t work,” Steve said. “But...I think I have an idea.”

“And am I involved in this idea at all?”

“Maybe.” Steve laughed at his friend who groaned.

Steve then continued to explain his plan. He pointed out the coworker you had been friendly with when he first saw you, and asked Bucky to get some information out of her since he was the less recognizable out of the two. Steve needed to see you again. Not just that...he needed you. You were just so perfect for him, and Steve knew that the moment he laid eyes on you. The genuineness of your smile and laugh, just the way you were so authentic amidst your surroundings just showed you didn’t really belong in this environment or even this time period of imitation and phonies. But you belonged with him. And he’d preserve that authenticity.

Bucky just simply nodded, and at first Steve was nervous that his best friend was going to call him crazy, but after a bit, Bucky got up and snatched Steve’s flask while flashing him a grin.

“Bout time we got you a girl, huh pal?”

Steve sighed in relief, and as Bucky trotted off, he went to find Sam.

Steve explained to Sam that he was gonna go home while Bucky worked some “wingman magic” and Sam started letting out fits of laughter at how THE Captain America was ‘down bad’.

Finally, after Sam had finally calmed down, he wished him goodbye and headed home.

He had some things to take care of.

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As Steve guided his hand up and down his shaft, all he could think about was you.

Your tits, your ass that had ground on his crotch at the club, your red lips around he imagined on his cock. You’d probably use your skilled hands as well, not being able to fit his entire member into your mouth.

Steve’s thoughts didn’t stop there.

He thought about how your hips moved while in the private dance room. He thought about how although you were undeniably sexy, you were also so kind to him, once in a while asking if everything was okay and if he wanted anything else from you. He thought about how you simply smiled and let out your angelic laugh as Steve fumbled and stuttered, simply putting your hands over his and telling him everything was okay and he could sit back and relax, not having to take charge after a long day of commanding people. The light pink color of your lingerie was so beautifully innocent as your body moved lewdly in contrast. And he loved it.

Steve came with a shout to the image ingrained in his mind.

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A few minutes after Steve had cleaned up and taken a much needed cold shower, he received a call from Bucky.

“You’re right,” Bucky’s voice spoke through the phone. “Two drops of that Asgardian shit and she was completely mentally clocked out. Told me everything about your girl.”

As Bucky told Steve your name, Steve tried it out on his tongue for himself.

“Also told me a little bit of a little side job they got goin on. Your girl’s a bit of a criminal, Stevie. Sure you still want her?”

“I’m sure she has her reasons.”

“Well you’re right in that actually. According to...Bella-yeah I think that’s her name-,” Bucky recounted. “They steal from people to pay for rent and art school. And I just so happened to tell her about some skeevy old timer government worker who happened to be loaded from scamming low income taxpayers. Who also happens to live at your address.”

“Wait, you want her to rob me?!” Steve exclaimed.

“Will you just let me finish?” Bucky took Steve’s silence as an opportunity to continue. “I told Bella no one would be home while your girl does the job, but obviously you’ll be home so she can’t get away. She’s literally coming to you on a silver platter pal. Could it get any better than that?”

Steve took a moment to consider the situation before replying. “You’re right. Thanks pal. I really owe you one.”

Bucky chuckled. “Well I got one hell of a blow job so I’ll say we’re almost even. Anyway, she’ll be comin in a week, so that’ll give you plenty of time to prepare.”

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You awoke slowly to sunlight streaming through your apartment window, your bed feeling more comfortable than usual, and a warm arm wrapped around your-

What the hell?

Your body thrashed as you jolted awake and flung yourself away from the body next to you in the bed that very much wasn’t yours in the apartment that was always not yours. Steve Rogers just sat up on his elbows and gave a groggy smile at your frazzled state.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

You recalled your memory, trying to see if this was some sort of drunken hookup, and it all came back to you. The heist, him coming home early.

“Didn’t mother ever tell you stealing is wrong?” were the words he had said before he had grabbed your hair in an iron grip and smashed your head on the near coffee table. Everything was black after that.

“Oh my God...you,” you began to back away from him.

“I what, sweetheart?” he mused. “Last time I checked, this is my apartment, and you were the one breaking and entering.”

You scrambled backwards off the bed, but just as you were about to reach the bedroom door, something cold and hard pulled against your ankle causing you to topple face first onto his carpet. Turning your head, you observed a metal cuff secured around your ankle with a chain leading back to the foot of the bed.

Steve used the time you took panicking and hyperventilating to get out of bed and leisurely stretch his arms as if this was a normal occurrence. He approached you cautiously as if you were a wild animal and bent down to softly cup your face with a large hand.

“It’s okay, doll, I didn’t hurt you. Just let you sleep a bit before I caught you up to speed today.”

“Did- did you…,” you sniffled at the thought of what that man could’ve done to you while you slept.

“No. God no!” You nerves calmed a little bit as you were reassured that America’s hero was still the gentlemanly golden boy you met at the club. That was before he tilted your chin to meet his sinister gaze. “I wanted our first time to be while you were awake.”

Your heart dropped. This man was crazy.

You began to frantically yank at the chain on your ankle and your breathing became shorter.

“Hey. Hey! Stop it!” he urged before grabbing both of your hands and holding them in a steel grip. “Listen. I know this is all..new...but you need me. And I need you. When I saw you at the club, you were just so perfect. You’re not like those other women. You don’t belong there. You don’t belong in this life. I can take care of you. I will take care of you.” A tear slipped from your eye at his words but he just brushed it away with his thumb and continued. “You just don’t understand yet. When I saw you, I just knew you were meant for me. You’re perfect, doll.”

All you did was stare at him in disbelief and mutter, “You’re crazy.”

He went to soothe you again and brush a lock of hair away from your face, but you thrashed and said it louder.

“You’re crazy, you’re fucking crazy!”

“Doll, you don’t understand. I love you. And you’ll love me. I promise just give it some time and-”

“No you’re deranged. You’re FUCKING DELIRIOUS!!” you screech as your hand shot out and slapped him across the cheek.

The room went dead silent. You froze, and so did he. You had just slapped Steve Rogers across the face. You slapped the pure muscle mass six foot super soldier and called him delirious, and he looked hurt. His face was painted with a heartbroken look of regret, disbelief, and sorrow. But not from the slap. It’s like your words had hit him like a ten-ton truck, and for a second you saw doubt flicker across his eyes as if realizing that everything he imagined was in his head. And in that doubt was your hope. Your hope that this man would come to his senses and let you go.

“Steve...please, you have to realize this is wrong,” you said softly as he gave you a broken look. In that look you saw the scrawny kid from Brooklyn in the 1940s who only knew rejection, and your heart broke just a little bit. “What you’re feeling...it isn’t love.”

All of a sudden his demeanor changed. Any doubt in his eyes was wiped away in a nanosecond and replaced by a fierce look of determination. His face contorted into a snarl as he yanked you up with him by your hair and spun you around to press your front against the well.

“You dumb bitch,” he growled into your ear. “You think you don't need me when you’re a pathetic thief who whores herself out every night.”

You writhed in his hold but he just gripped your hair harder and let out a breathy laugh.

“You know...for someone like you to stoop so low as to work at that club...it makes me think. You wanna be treated like a whore?” he seethed. “Fine. I’ll treat you like a whore.”

a/n: don’t worry I don’t think working at a strip club is “low” at all. just some classic sexist bs from our good old 1940′s fav

#dark!fic #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #steve rogers x reader

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exitrowiron · 2 years

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FTP Improvement

Functional Threshold Power (FTP) is a measure of bike fitness; my training program has me repeat the FTP test every few weeks to gauge improvement. The test measures how many watts you can produce for an hour divided by your weight in kilograms. The standard test has you ride as hard as you can for 20 minutes and then multiplies the average watts by .9 to estimate what you could maintain for an hour.

I did my first test at the end of December and averaged 224 watts for 20 minutes. Looking back at the test I can tell that I didn’t really do my best because my heart rate only topped out at 158.

I repeated the test yesterday and did much better with average power of 262 for 20 minutes. I know I wasn’t capable of anything better because my heart rate maxed out at 168.

262 watts for 20 minutes yields an FTP of 3.06. According to this chart, that leaves lots of room to improve, either by increasing my watts, reducing my weight or both. I’m taking some solace that this chart doesn’t consider the age of the athlete.

Speaking of age, it is fascinating how the simple formula to compute your max HR is so accurate, at least for me. The formula is 210 - your age = Max HR.

I’m nearly 55 and my heart simply won’t go faster than 168, but I can remember short bursts in the 170s when I was in my 40’s. My resting HR of 47 is still good and hasn’t changed appreciably in more than 10 years.

As you can tell, I like being able to use the numbers to objectively measure my fitness and although yesterday’s FTP test was uncomfortable, it is satisfying to see what you’re physically capable of when you try your absolute hardest. In our modern society, that’s something few adults ever experience.

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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male chivalry

warnings: okay so there is a trigger warning of sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault, language, men being gross, protective!bucky, angst a bit, i think that’s it, if you see anything else let me know

word count: 3230 :)

a/n: idk why it took me so long to finish this, but it’s here now!!! also this is based off this post from @teaboot (just the op bc the rest of it pissed me off :)) i hope y’all like it. i hope it’s what y’all expected idk, i’m proud of it.

i really hope i did the topics justice, if you don’t think i did, please shoot me a message and help me figure out how to do better. <3

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open! also this is not beta read, so all mistakes are my own.

xoxo ray

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It had been about three weeks since Bucky had first met the group of four at the protest. Bucky made sure to check in with Steve and let him know what he was doing. Steve was always worrying about Bucky, which was totally understandable because of everything they had been through.

Bucky’s day was a relaxed one with little to no time to dawdle. Over these three weeks, he had learned more from an eighteen year old than he ever thought he would. It was easier to open up to her, for some reason. Bucky hadn’t fully figured that out yet either, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Bucky had been going to his court mandated therapy with Dr. Raynor, to say they were making progress would be a lie. Honestly, Bucky was making more progress with the new individuals in his life. They knew what he did as the Winter Soldier-- no they know what the Winter Soldier did, Cassie made sure the distinction between the two was crystal clear. Bucky was still a bit cautious around them, not wanting to hurt them or be a burden to them.

It amazed Bucky how open they were with each other. Back in the 40’s, you didn’t express your feelings. Especially if you were a man, for fear of being labeled something unsavory. Even stranger still to Bucky was the encouragement and support that everyone gave to those in hard times. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see Penny comforting Freddie after his recent break up.

“Freddie and Ted had been together a little over six months,” Cassie explained to Bucky one night after the group had dispersed from the dining table. Bucky and Cassie were standing over the sink washing the dinner plates and cutlery. “Freddie was so in love with him. I thought Ted felt the same, but I guess that’s just how it goes, right?”

Bucky shrugged, this was one of his first experiences with modern romance. Dating in the 40’s was very rigid, which was to be expected, but nowadays everything is very fluid. It truly fascinated Bucky.

“I honestly don’t know.” Bucky shrugged as he dried the pristine plates. Just as he began to get lost in thought, Evie pulled him into a subject that he hadn’t thought of in a real long time.

“What was it like with women in the forties, Buck?” Bucky blinked at her and considered his answer carefully. The group had been teaching him how to handle some subjects sensitively.

“To be honest? The last date that I went on was to the World Expo of Tomorrow in 1943, the night before I shipped out to England.” He turned, leaning his weight on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. “I went with Steve, this was before he was Captain America, so when he was a little ol’ gangly thing. I had hooked us up with two women, one for me and one for Stevie, their names were Dot and Connie, I think.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean, Buck. What was it like with women?”

Bucky tilted his head in question.“What do you mean?”

“What was it like with them? Like, how were they treated as a whole?”

“Oh, uh I think they were treated well? My Ma always told Steve and I to treat women with respect, so we did.”

“Right, but what about everyone else? How did they treat women?” Bucky was confused by the question and he began to think that he was giving the wrong answers.

“Um, I guess I don’t know. I guess they were treated how they are today?” Both of the girls in front of him released disdained scoffs.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, right Cas?” Cassie nodded at Evie and dropped her head in disappointment.

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked. He was genuinely curious about what the girls were referring to. “I mean, I get that the treatment of women hasn’t always been good but it’s not that bad right?” The girls shared a knowing look, and then Evie sighed. She hauled herself out of her chair and nodded to Bucky.

“Alright, let’s go take a walk, just you and me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, just a couple blocks away to the Walgreens. Sound okay?” Bucky agreed, grabbing his jacket and waiting for Evie by the doorway. “We’ll be back soon, Cas.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, Evelyn?” Bucky had only ever heard Cassie use Evie’s full name when she was getting in trouble.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Cas, I swear.” Evie glanced at Bucky, “Besides, I’ve got a Sargent escorting me, so we’ve got nothing to worry about.” She threw a smile to her older sister whose face was just a veil of worry and doubt.

Bucky and Evie exited the apartment building and neither of them had said anything since. Bucky was wondering what this whole exercise was all about, but he wasn’t going to say anything until Evie did. The pair walked up onto a crosswalk, causing them to stop and wait so Evie was able to turn the man beside her.

“So, before we go any further, I just want to set the scene for you.” She took a calming breath and it was now that Bucky realized that this was the first time that she was noticeably scared. His brows furrowed and he nodded as she continued. “It’s ten o’clock on a Wednesday night and you’re in Brooklyn, walking to your local Walgreens because you need tampons.” Bucky huffed out a small laugh as Evie playfully glared at the man.

“Yeah, yeah. The female menstrual cycle is hilarious as is the pink tax that is put on feminine hygiene products. Laugh it up, James.” She shook her head and pulled Bucky closer to the front of a building. “I’m trying to tell you something, ya asshole. So, you see that it’s dark outside because it’s late but you decide to risk it anyway because you have a flight to catch at four the next morning. You leave your apartment and you are greeted with this.” She gestured to the expanse in front of her.

“Alright, let’s go. And just a word of wisdom real quick before we really get going. Women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego.”

“Wow, that’s quite a pearl.” Bucky caught up to Evie as she made her way down the street.

“So being a woman and even more so, being a woman at night, means that you have to constantly be on guard.” As they were walking, a man in a greasy white tank top passed them. The man’s head turned and he scanned Evie’s body.

“Goddamn, that’s a sweet little body there, baby girl.” Bucky’s head snapped around to the man, but Evie kept walking. Bucky looked over to Evie with concern riddling his features.

“Hey, sweetcheeks! Let me talk to you for a while!” The greasy man was now following Evie and Bucky. “I bet I can show you a better time than he can, baby girl. Come on, let me talk to you.” He reached his hand out, gripping Evie’s arm and pulling her to face him.

“Please don’t touch me.” “Get your fucking hands off her, you dick.” The man took a step backwards away from the pair.

“Well, fine you bitch! I didn’t want you anyway, fucking fat ass.”

“Hey, you don’t just get to fucking walk away, you jackass! Apologize to her.”

“Why should I apologize to her? I was giving her a compliment.” Bucky’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Did this guy just fucking--

“Okay, buddy.” Bucky went to approach the man to settle their disagreement when Evie stopped him.

“James, leave it. Let’s go.” She kept walking and Bucky didn’t want to leave her alone, not after that whole debacle.

“What the fuck was that Evie?” He questioned quickly, she shook her head in response but never verbally responded to him. A few paces later, the pair was about to pass a group of men leaned up against the brick wall behind them. Brown paper bags crunched around bottles were grasped in their hands. Drunken laughter was ringing out through the near empty streets.

“Hey baby! Why don’t you come on over here so we can talk to ya!” One of the men began to step in front of Evie effectively stopping her movement. The eighteen year old took a few steps backwards, coincidentally into Bucky’s chest. His arms came up to meet hers, about to move in front of her in a protective stance.

“Woah, you got a bodyguard baby?” The man tilted his head and stared at Evie. “You know you don’t need him sweetheart.”

“Damn, baby girl. You’re fine as hell.” Another man walked to stand next to the first. “What do I gotta do to get you in my bed?”

“Please leave us alone.”

“No, baby girl I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen.” Bucky stepped in front of Evie protectively.

“I think she told you to leave us alone.” The two men in front of Bucky didn’t waver. Two raised brows and a fit of laughter later, they still maintained their ground.

“Why? You guys going somewhere to fuck? Already got a piece of that ass and don’t want to share it big man?”

“That’s just cold. You gotta share sometime. And it’s just easier to do it now rather than later.” Evie trembled behind Bucky and leaned up so only Bucky could hear her.

“Come on Bucky, let’s just go back to the apartment.” She tugged on his right arm, fingers digging into his soft flesh. Bucky was sure that he would have crescent shaped indentations where her nails laid in because of how much she was gripping him.

Bucky’s eyes flicked up and down the two men in front of him, assessing how much of a threat they were. They were clearly enough of a threat to frighten Evie to the point of wanting to go home. Bucky gave Evie a stiff nod, not taking his eyes off of the men.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going baby? We’re just getting started!” One of them yelled at the pair as he reached out to grab Evie’s forearm. A split second later, Bucky’s left hand balled into a fist and he launched it at the man’s face. A loud crack resounded and a groan left the man’s mouth as he hit the ground. A look of shock fell across the other’s faces as they saw Bucky standing over their fallen comrade. The group took several steps away from the pair, holding their hands up in surrender.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, you fucking prick.” Bucky then turned quickly, grabbing Evie’s wrist tightly and hauling her away from the men. Several paces later, Bucky still held a tight grip on the girl's arm.

“Bucky, you’re kind of hurting me.” Evie’s voice broke through Bucky’s barriers. He let up on how fast he was walking and then dropped Evie’s arm.

Worried eyes scanned her body for any bruising, “I’m so sorry, doll. Are you okay?” Evie laughed as she was rubbing her sore wrists.

“Bucky, that’s normal for any woman. Ever.” Shaking her head, she began walking back towards the apartment. “We could’ve kept on going to Walgreens, but I wasn’t sure your fragile heart could take it.” Bucky drew in his brows and a deep frown etched itself into his features.

“What the hell do you mean that’s normal, Evelyn?” He thrust his arm behind them, gesturing to what they just went through. “Nothing about that was normal.” Still shaking her head, the eighteen year old shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s normal for women.” She glanced at Bucky as she continued on her way. “Also, I know that you were probably just defending my honor or protecting me or whatever, but I want you to really think back, Buck. Think about when you were picking up women in the forties, did you ever push when they didn’t want to have that drink with you? Did you continuously ask for them to dance with you?”

“No, I told you. My Ma raised me the right way.” They walked up to the apartment building and Bucky reached for the door handle. Evie began making her up the stairs, Bucky not far behind her. She stopped suddenly, a few flights before Cassie’s apartment.

“What about your friends?” Bucky was taken aback. His memories were still a bit fuzzy about those times, but he could remember clearly enough. Although he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by the questions she was asking.

“What are you getting at Evie?” He huffed while opening the door to Cassie’s apartment. Freddie and Penny were lounged on the couch with an almost empty bottle of wine. Cassie’s head shot up at the sound of the two walking in the doorway. Evie dumped her things off on the granite countertop and turned on her heel to stare at Bucky.

“Did you ever stop your friends when women said no?” The quiet laughter between Penny and Freddie stopped suddenly as Evie’s question hung in the air. All eyes were on Bucky as he gulped and thought back to the times at the bars. Out with Steve and the other Howling Commandos, did they ever do that? He tried to think of a time when they pushed for what they wanted to happen. Of a time when the woman they were pursuing reluctantly gave in because they wouldn’t leave her alone. Evie didn’t wait for an answer, she could see that he was processing everything.

“So why did you stop those guys back there?” Her brows raised and her head tilted in question. Bucky took a deep breath and was about to answer when Evie cut him off. “By punching that guy out there, you’re a hero and we should all thank you and congratulate you for doing the right thing.” She stepped closer to Bucky and the three in the living room understood where Evie was going.

“What do you think would have been said if I would’ve punched him? Sure, you would’ve said something snappy and nice about how I can take care of myself. The general public though? They would say that I overreacted.”

“Easy Evie, he’s still learning.” Cassie said quietly. Bucky was thankful for that, he still did have a lot to learn but it felt like Evie was attacking him. That’s the point, you fucking dumbass. If you had been berating her for putting herself in danger by punching that guy, you would think she was reckless.

“Her point, Bucky, is that the double standard for men and women goes beyond what we expect. Everyone goes crazy for the knight saving the damsel, but everyone hates the damsel for saving herself.” Freddie explained from the comfort of the couch. Bucky nodded, starting to understand the concept. “And her questions about your old buddies. That has to do with the fact that you’re part of the problem.”

“What problem is that?” Bucky was honestly scared to know the answer but he knew to fully learn, he had to get all the facts, both good and bad.

“Stunting the growth of feminism. Being one of the people perpetuating the fact that it’s okay for men to be violent, but not for women.”

“Violence in the form of defending oneself in any capacity.” In Bucky’s line of work, he sees tons of capable and strong women. Natasha, Okoye, Shuri, Sharon, he could think of so many. Then he tried to think of when any of them got the limelight like Steve or himself.

“So it’s like anytime that there would be press releases for the team, and the interviewers would come and ask us questions,” he paused to think how to word what he wanted to say, “they always ask the guys about like super important things like how we’re keeping the city safe and stuff. But when they talk to the girls, they ask about their workout schedule and if they can wear underwear under their suits?”

“Yes, it’s exactly like that Bucky. That’s just a different form of it.” Evie replied quickly. She came up to hug Bucky. “I didn’t mean to attack you or anything, but this is something that we all feel is really important for you to grasp now that you’re back out there.”

“And now that you can recognize when it’s happening, the next important step is to stop it before it happens.” Penny yelled from the living room as she downed the last of the bottle in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, Evie. I didn’t know.”

“I know, I’m sorry too. You’re still figuring stuff out, but I needed you to see what it was really like for women.”

“Okay.” Bucky nodded. “How can I help this situation?” The group exchanged proud looks.

“Well, educate everyone around you. Don’t let it happen when you’re around.” Cassie said as she walked into the kitchen to crack open another bottle of wine. “And just support women. Push our problems into the public’s eye.” Bucky smiled, he could handle that, he was good at that.

Considering he was on his way to becoming a member of the Avengers, he would be able to influence from up high. He could openly support groups that were run by women, for women. He was used to standing in the background for things he didn’t believe in, so standing for something that he did was going to be a cakewalk.

A concern floated into the forefront of Bucky’s mind. He looked down at Evie, who had just recently released him from her death grip of a hug. “You know how to defend yourself right?”

Evie’s brows raised in a challenging manner, “Do I look like I don’t know how to defend myself?” The man shook his head and smiled as the surrounding group laughed. Cassie poured a glass of wine and cracked open a bottle of beer for Bucky.

They all made their way to the comfy couches to snuggle in for a movie night, satisfied with their teachings for the night.

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Well, in the spirit of feminism, we are going to watch Legally Blonde.” Penny commented as she picked up the remote. “And it’s Freddie’s favorite so yeah.”

The lights clicked off as the opening credits ran for the movie. Bucky looked around his group of friends as they giggled at the screen. Evie had her head in Cassie’s lap and she was stretched across the sofa with her feet tucked under Bucky’s thigh. Freddie and Penny were curled up in the loveseat across from where Bucky was. Pieces of popcorn and glasses of red wine were being passed from person to person, with the exception of Evie who was still underage. The energy surrounding the five of them was something Bucky hadn’t experienced in a long time and he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon either.

A large grin overtook his face, although today was one of the harder lessons for him to learn, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be teaching him.

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shannygoatgruff · 3 years

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Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan…

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

a/n: I know it’s been a minute. I’m always thinking about these stories because I want to finish them, just can’t seem to focus on writing at the moment. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Part iv - Date with Destiny

Finding Ivar Lothbrok should have been easy. Between the two of them, he was the stable one. He was the one with the iron-clad schedule that consisted of drinking, smoking, and partying. Torren’s schedule was a bit more... fluid. She tended to go wherever the wind, or whatever car she acquired, would take her. Naturally, Ivar had the occasional meet-and-greet, red carpet, and/or Comic-con engagement that he had to attend, still, he was pretty easy to keep tabs on. All one had to do was look at (stalk) his social media accounts, and his whereabouts were posted for everyone to see.

Knowing where he’d be and finding out where he lived were a different story. Torren had done her due diligence when it came to locating the town in which Little Kattegat was located. It only took about two days and a few Google image searches of the background of a few of the photos and she had it narrowed down to a general area in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

From what she could tell, the closest town to where he lived was pretty small, and there were only a few large estates hidden in the woods. How hard could it be to find? She was willing to drive to every single house and knock on the door to find him if she had to. But it would just be easier if there was loud music and a bunch of cars in the driveway. That way she could tag along inside with the rest of the guests to get to her man.

Her shirt landed in the pile of dirty clothes in the center of the bed, as she reached around to unhook her bra. “I really need to tell Baby Boo to stop putting all of his business out in these streets,” her brows furrowed as she shook her head, “What if some crazy, psycho bitch started stalking him, or some shit? Then I’d have to kill a bitch.” Torren’s head whipped around and she narrowed her eyes at his picture, still stuck on her wall, “Is that what you want? Huh? You want me to cut a bitch to prove to you how much I love you? I will, Bae! You know I would do anything for you. I’m your Ride or Die...”

And being his Ride or Die meant that she needed to keep better tabs on him if she was going to protect him from someone crazier than her, God forbid. She was only able to do so much on this prepaid phone, and going to the library to get online was becoming a pain in the ass.

She’d considered stealing a laptop or iPad from the library but was still on the fence about the idea. Of course, the alternative meant going to stupid ass libraries and threatening little kids to get off the fucking computers, and that completely sucked ass.

She always felt rushed when she logged onto her Bae’s Only Fans page from the public library. Without fail one of those little bastard kids would get the library Nazis to kick her off the computer, or bar her from the library altogether for watching porn.

Ivar’s page wasn’t porn! It was art. It was sexy. It was love...his love for her. Stupid bitches.

She had encountered far worse things than getting kicked out of the library, but some of these small towns usually only had one or two within their county limits. If she got banned, how was she supposed to check up on Ivar? In the time it took to log in until she got kicked out, she'd be lucky if she could check 2 of his accounts. What if he had some important information on another platform that she hadn’t checked yet? What was she supposed to do then?

Her relationship with Ivar was hanging in the balance, and she'd be damned if some snot-nosed kid or fucking uptight librarian would fuck that up. She needed a computer. But, on the flip side, when she finally got her man back, she wouldn't need one anymore. She could ask him directly what their plans were.

There was a lot to consider and that took time; time that she didn't have right now.

The thick layer of Nair shaving cream she had applied to her already hairless crotch, was just starting to tingle, signaling she had about 5 minutes left before the sweat-inducing, burning sensation would kick in alerting her to wash the cream off. Until then, she had time to consider an outfit for the night.

She knew Ivar well enough to know that he would want her to be sexy for him, but not so much to distract him from work. She could have gone for something slutty, like those skanky bitches he partied with. She could have gone for more demur, but then she would remind him too much of his bitch ex-wife and completely turn him off. The last thing she wanted on their first night back together was for him to be thinking about that bitch. She could have gone for a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but Torren never did simple.

No, Ivar would want her to be herself. That's what he loved about her. That's what attracted him to her in the first place. She would be sexy without being skanky; she would be demure without being a prude.

Fuck! It was already 7:33 p.m. How in the hell did she miss the beginning of his Live? Now she was running late.

She was supposed to be dressed and ready by the time his Live came on that way she could be out the door as soon as he finished. If she was going to make it to be on his Only Fans live stream tonight, she needed to get to his house before he got too distracted. Now, she’d have to watch his Live, while her cooch burst into flames before she had a chance to take a shower and finish picking out her outfit.

If there was one thing Torren was, it was punctual. It was bad enough that she was about 40 minutes outside of his town, but it could take her up to 2 or more hours to find his house. She only hoped that he didn’t plan on starting any real freaky shit on his Only Fans page until around midnight, cause it looked like she wouldn’t be getting there before then, anyway.

With the smile still plastered on her face, Torren turned on the hot water for a shower, forgetting that the water didn’t get hot. She didn't mind, much, especially since the cold water gave her a break from the heat in her room.

Phone in hand, she watched him, as she planted herself on the dirty bathtub floor, cross-legged, and started to get herself ready. Starting with her toes, she shaved each one, just below the knuckle, followed by her fingers, arms, pits, and each leg, from groin to ankle, three times. When the burning from her nether regions was so intense that she couldn’t tell her tears from the shower water dripping on her face, she quickly washed off the cream.

All she could do was hope that she hadn’t broken the skin this time. The last time she had let that damn Nair stay on, just past burning, the skin broke and she bled. She was not having a bloody hoo-ha tonight.

With that taken care of, she gently used the razor to remove any other pubes closer to the inside that needed to be removed. Then shaved her backside. When she had more time, she was going to get the internal hairs bleached, but she needed to find out what Ivar preferred.

Shaving ate up so much of her time that she only had a few seconds to rub some body-wash that she had stolen from a drug store over her body and hoped it got rid of the smell of the summer heat. Her hair? Fuck it...she’d wash it another day, for now, this cold water would have to be enough. She’d spritz some perfume and hair spray in it and it would smell fine.

Torren finished her shower, and walked out of the bathroom dripping wet, only using a towel to wrap around her hair. She was glad it was so hot in her room that her hair would air-dry quickly. She finger-combed her damp tresses to complete that ‘just got out of bed, but it's styled’ appearance. She knew how much he loved when her hair looked like that. It would remind him of freshly fucked hair.

She spent extra time applying her makeup, even using an extra dark, thick application of eyeliner. She usually went for more subtle warm colors. They matched her tan skin tone better. But, tonight, she had bold, dark makeup, complete with varying shades of purple and blue eye shadows, and dark purple lipstick.

Torren was glad that she decided to match Ivar’s clothes this evening. The swim trunks and smoking jacket he wore would compliment her beautifully. She wanted everyone to know that they dressed alike, the way real couples do. If he was going for less is more, so would she.

She settled on black leather chaps that tied up on the sides, and tight blue boy shorts that left the bottom half of her ass cheeks exposed. The blue shorts brought out the blue swirls in his trunks; she knew he'd appreciate that touch. Her top was a blue bandanna that she wore as a halter with a short black leather jacket with tassels on the sleeves.

They screamed “couple” in her eyes.

Completely satisfied with how she looked, Torren locked the door to her motel room and started down the hall. She deliberately stopped by the window and peered through the partially opened blinds of the people staying next door to her. She knocked on the window to get the attention of the young couple inside. Judging from their appearance, they were too strung out to know who she was, or that it was her music that they constantly banged on the wall about. She didn’t care. She still flipped them off before making her way to the stairs.

Reaching her hand through the busted window of the blue Ford Taurus to unlock the door from the inside. Torren slid into the driver's seat and leaned over to find the two cords that she had pulled out from under the steering column when she stole the car. Flicking the cords together, she listened as the engine reluctantly turned over.

She put the car in reverse, looked in the rear-view mirror at her makeup, then pulled out of the spot. As she turned onto the road leading to the highway, she listened to the knocks, bumps, and hisses that her car made. There wasn't time to do much about it now; not when she was on her way to get her man. But, she made a mental note to do something about it later in the week. The only thing she could do was turn the music up louder to drown out the car noise.

Truthfully, she should have stolen a better car than the piece of shit Taurus that she found in the parking lot of the Quickie Mart while driving through Tulsa, Oklahoma. There were plenty of better cars there to choose from but no one would have wanted to take this one. It was so sad looking that she took pity on it. She had been doing the owner of this crap car a favor, by taking it off of their hands.

The car was truly fucked. The oil light stayed on, and it drank gas like her mother drank liquor. The car had protested every inch of the ride across the three states that she traveled through in one day. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before that piece of shit breathed its last breath.

She needed to get gas again, but fuck that car. She had already refueled four times since she stole it. Gas wasn't cheap and she wasn't putting another dime in that gas guzzler. Speaking of money, she made a mental note to steal another credit card. It would only be a matter of time before the owner of the one that was tucked snugly between her left breast and strapless bra, would eventually realize that it had been lifted from the table in the diner, and canceled.

Laptop, butt bleaching, car, credit card, and more eyeliner from Walgreen's…her To-Do list was growing. She really needed to take some time off and take care of the necessities. Not tonight, though. She had other things to do. She couldn't do anything else, right now, but get to her man. Besides, once Lothbrok was by her side, he would help her remember all the things she needed to do.

As she came off of the highway exit smoke started billowing out from the engine. It backed up through the exhaust system, and came through the vents, inside the cabin. It was ironic – the air-conditioning vents in the car didn't work, but they seemed to work well enough to clog the inside of the car up with thick white smoke. She drove a few more miles before the smoke was so thick that she could no longer see. As she pulled the car over to the graveled shoulder of the road, the car knocked and shook, before it finally cut off.

Just her fucking luck.

She reached under the dash to flick the cords against each other again, trying to force the ignition to catch again, but it wouldn't. The engine had nothing left to give her. "Fuck Murphy and fuck his fucking law," she said calmly as she pulled the hood release.

She opened the car door, taking care to place both black, platform boots on the ground before lifting her backside from the seat. Placing her sunglasses on her eyes, she walked with one foot in front of the other to the front of the Taurus and placed her hand on the hood. It was hot, but not so hot that she couldn't feel under the front of the lever.

As she lifted the heavy metal hood and placed the rod in the slot to hold it in place, Torren let the smoke from the engine engulf her. It was quite a head rush breathing in the thick engine smoke through her nose, and exhaling it from her mouth. She patiently waited for the smoke to thin out before she bent, at the waist, over the engine. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she knew that someone would see her looking over the engine and stop to help her.

Now, if only someone would actually come down this dark stretch of road, she could be back on her way to Ivar.

It didn't take long before a pair of headlights rounded the bend of the road, just off to her right. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she accentuated the leather, chaps against her hips, and lifted her ass higher in the air, to catch the driver's attention. She couldn't help but smirk when she heard the tires of a large vehicle turn onto the graveled pavement in front of where she broke down. She didn't turn to face the car or the driver. She didn't care who they were or what they looked like. She had an appointment to keep and this pit stop was fucking up her timetable.

"You need some help?" A deep voice asked as its owner approached her.

Torren took a moment to peer around the hood, noticing that there were no other cars around. "Broke down," she answered, continuing to bear her weight from one hip to the other. She placed her hands on the metal frame of the car, arched her back, and looked at the man over her shoulder. "You know something about cars?"

"Yeah," he replied, moving around to her side, looking at her, and not the smoky engine.

She gave him half a smile, as she noticed him notice her. "You a mechanic or something?" She asked standing up. She rubbed her hands together to remove some of the visible engine soot while considering the guy in front of her. He was about 6 feet tall with a moderate build. He was dressed in blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and Timberland boots. He didn't look like he was more than 25 years old. Judging from the way he was looking at her and from the ring on his left hand, he wasn't too worried about her car, or his wife, for that matter.

"Nah, not a mechanic, but I work on my own car... in my spare time." He smiled when she did. She was gorgeous, in that slutty kind of way. She wouldn't be dressed like that and leaning over the hood of a car if she wasn't looking to have some fun. "Lemme take a look at it."

Did he work on his car? Hopefully, that meant that his ran better than hers did.

Torren moved over to the side and let him take the position under the hood. "I'll be right back," he explained before walking over to the bed of his F150.

Grabbing a flashlight from the trunk, he took a second to admire the view of her, from behind. If he could get her car moving again, she would hopefully follow him to this cheap motel he knew that was just up the highway.

He leaned in close, taking a whiff of her hair, "You overheated…want to check the coolant level."

She had heard him say something else but she had stopped listening; she was too busy watching the street. "You want me to try to start it?" she asked, removing her sunglasses before making her way to the driver's door. She wasn't sure if he answered or not. She had no intention of driving the Taurus again, even if he could get it started. She just needed to get something out of the car.

She slid into the seat and reached down on the floor. She found the hard metal object on the floor of the passenger's side and gripped it tightly. As she walked back around to the front of the car, she heard him talking, presumably about the car, or maybe he was asking her out. Who the fuck knows? She was on a tight schedule and all of his chatting was holding her up. She stood by the side of the hood, looking at the angle he was leaning over the hood. Quickly, she lifted her arm, and with one powerful blow, she struck him in the head with the crowbar that she used to procure her now-defunct car.

Torren stood over his body, looking at him intensely. God, it felt good. The rush of knowing that one minute this dude was towering over her, and the next he was on the ground. She had dropped his ass. She was the one with the power.

"Thanks," she said, digging her hand in his pocket to retrieve his cash, credit card, and the keys to his truck. She wiped the blood on the crowbar on his shirt before walking to her new mode of transportation.

Torren sat in the truck's driver's seat and turned on the engine. She had managed to cross two things off of her To-Do list without even planning to.

Thank God the truck had air conditioning. All this heat and humidity was bound to make her hair frizzy. She cranked the AC up as high as it would go and sat still for a moment enjoying the cool air. After a minute, she adjusted the seat and tilted the rearview mirror to look at herself. She was starting to sweat and her eyeliner was starting to run just a bit at the corners of her eyes. She dabbed at the black liner to even out the lines, and then pushed the mirror back to where she could see. Giving the area another once-over, she made sure that no one else had seen her interaction with that guy on the ground, before pulling out from the gravel and onto the paved street.

"Ugh!" Torren yelled. Chester Bradley, the printed name on the credit card, had shitty taste in music. She pushed the stereo button on the steering wheel to do a scan of the radio. Anything was better than country music. Once she found some trap music on the XM radio, she turned up the volume and pulled back onto the highway.

Part iii/

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missaudreyhorney · 4 years

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The Big Game

Modern AU where Jim Hopper is at your parent’s house for a Super Bowl party. That isn’t a plot so much as it is a very flimsy excuse for me to write out some dirty thoughts I have after seeing this photo of David Harbour looking like an absolute DILF.

Content Warnings: Rated M for age gap, kissing, over-the-clothes touching, a bit of Daddy kink, a little physical intimidation. All that good stuff. Female Reader. Slightly OOC for the sake of funsies. 1.6k words.

Tagging @t-u-m-s. Anyone else want to be tagged when I post something new? Let me know.

“I know you said not to bring anything,” you announce as you walk into your parents’ house from the garage, “but mom told me the doctor said you should be watching your diet.” You place the tray of vegetables on the kitchen counter and turn towards the living room. “So I brought you some ve-” your words are cut off by the sight of an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch.

He’s wearing jeans, a dark grey polo shirt, and a black baseball cap that’s on backward. Just his profile alone is stunning. Thick eyebrows, an adorably pointy nose, and a strong jaw covered by a short, scruffy beard. He turns to look at you and it feels as if your heart stops.

“Hopper, you’ve met my daughter before, right?” your father says as he stands up from the chair to greet you.

“No,” the man answers coldly, eyes now fixed on the tv.

Your father comes into the kitchen and gives you a hug. “That was very nice of you, sweetie, but your mom’s been making me eat vegetables every day. This is the Super Bowl. All I want today is wings and potato skins.”

You hear his words clearly but they don’t register in your head. You’re much too distracted by this Hopper person you’ve never seen or even heard about before.

“Where’s everybody else?” you wonder aloud.

“They’re not here yet. This is just the pregame stuff,” your father clarifies.

Hopper glances at you again and you feel like you’re melting as you lean into the countertop. He’s so hot. Nothing like the boys you go to school with. Nothing like a boy at all. He is one hundred percent man.

“You wanna get a snack and join us?” your father requests in a jovial tone.

“Um, I have to, uh, put this other stuff away,” you point to the bag of groceries on the floor next to you.

“Oh, right,” your father acknowledges.

“Where’s mom?”

“Getting a couple of last-minute things for the party. She’ll be back soon.”

You roll your eyes. “I told her I would do that.”

“You know your mother, “ he says, walking back into the living room. “She never listens.”

You take a moment to admire Hopper before removing the food you’ve purchased from the bag. His arms are tantalizing, with the type of muscle not built from going to the gym, but from moving furniture, fixing cars, and other forms of manual labor. Seeing the veins in his hand as he drinks a bottle of beer makes you lick your lips. You can’t stop yourself from shooting him more glances as you finish putting the remainder of the groceries in their rightful place.

There’s no way you can sit in there with that gorgeous man and pretend to be calm or make casual conversation. Instead, you slowly and carefully make your way upstairs to your bedroom, or rather, what used to be your bedroom before you started college. Leaning against the inside of the door and taking a deep breath, you pull your phone from your pocket to distract you.

Your mother arrives about ten minutes later, with a football-shaped ice cream cake, and you admonish her appropriately. Soon after, more people show up to the party and the game starts.

With increasing frequency, your eyes drift over to the handsome stranger still on the couch, and within time, his begin to drift towards you as well. You try to keep busy by topping off people’s drinks, refilling the chip bowls, and putting more snacks in the oven but it’s ultimately no use. You can’t avert your gaze for longer than 5 minutes at the most.

Every time you catch him looking at you, heat rises in your chest and radiates out through your limbs. Under normal circumstances, you would welcome this feeling, but with so many sets of eyes surrounding you, the feeling is almost embarrassing. You don’t know how much more of it you can take and you have to get out of there. Not necessarily out of the house, but just away from Hopper.

During a detergent commercial, you try to sneak back upstairs. When your mother asks where you’re going, you tell her that you’re not feeling well and you need to lie down. It is at least partially the truth.

Sitting down on the small bed, you begin to scroll through Instagram to get your mind off of him and you quickly lose track of time. A while later, you hear someone ascending the staircase. Standing in the doorway of your room and looking down the hall, you see Hopper’s impossibly long legs lumbering up the steps.

“What are you doing up here?” you question quietly.

“It’s halftime,” he declares as he closes the space in between your bodies. His scent is so manly, like tobacco and aftershave.

You take a step back. “Don’t you want to see...whoever it is that’s performing?”

“No,” he answers, entering the room. “I want to see you.” His voice is low and deep, causing your thighs to gently quiver.

“H-Hopper, right?” you stammer, breath getting caught in your throat.

“You can call me Jim,” he offers. It's not until you're this close up to him that you see how incredible his eyes are. They're such an unusually dark shade of blue.

“Okay...Jim.” You can feel your cheeks flush as you utter his name.

He looks around and takes a sip of his beer. “Is this your old room?”

“Yeah,” you answer, “haven’t lived here in years though.”

“Who’s Troy?” he asks you with a slight chuckle.

You give him a confused expression, completely unaware of who or what he’s referring to. He points to the wall behind you and you turn your head to look.

“Oh,” you laugh nervously, seeing your old Troy Bolton poster. “It’s Zac Efron. I used to have a crush on him.”

He nods his head in recognition.

“My tastes have…matured since then though.”

“Have they?” he asks with his curiosity piqued.

You nod vigorously as he approaches you like a lion stalking a young gazelle. Attempting to be coy, you back away, until your legs hit the bed and there’s nowhere else to go.

He puts his beer bottle on the nightstand. “What’s your taste in men like now?”

“Older,” you admit, looking up into his beautiful eyes.

“How much older?” His hands clasp around either side of your waist.

“I don’t know,” you answer breathlessly as your hands move up to his shoulders. “About 20 years?”

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, his lips are on yours in a fiery kiss. Something about this feels wrong, but at the same time, oh so right. You do have a genuine preference for older men, but one that’s friends with your father is really pushing it. As much as you hate to admit it, part of that excites you. It turns you on that he’s in his 40’s and there are a dozen or so people downstairs who could catch you two together at any moment.

Your mouth gasps against his when he shoves you backward and you both fall onto the twin-sized bed. He tastes like beer, a flavor you’re not fond of, but the absolute last thing you want to do right now is to stop. Suddenly, his left hand pulls your hair, yanking your head to the side to give his mouth better access to your neck. He kisses and sucks your sensitive skin there, making you squirm with equal parts pleasure and arousal.

“Oh, Daddy,” you breathe as he nibbles on your earlobe.

“Did you just call me Daddy?” he whispers.

“Yes,” you confess. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I liked it.”

You moan as his teeth graze your skin. The way he’s biting and sucking on you, it feels like he’s going to leave a mark, and at this point, you don’t even care. You don’t care about anything at all other than the way your body feels underneath him and his wanton mouth.

Another moan tumbles from your lips as run your fingers up his hairy forearms and grasp onto his biceps.

“Not so loud, huh? They’re gonna hear us.”

“You should have shut the door,” you reprimand halfheartedly. The sensation of his beard scratching the flesh over your collarbone has you pushing your hips into him.

“Too late for that now,“ he dismisses as his palm presses just below the zipper on your jeans.

Again you let out a moan, this one strained as you try and fail to be quiet.

“Why haven’t I seen you here before?” he inquires, his fingers now massaging against the denim.

“I’ve been at school,” you pant out.

“Well, you’re just going to have to come over here more often, aren’t you?” he prompts.

“Yes, Daddy!” you moan as the fingers of his free hand start to slide up the back of your t-shirt towards your bra.

“Hey, Hopper. You up there?” your father calls from downstairs.

Slapping a hand down on his head to keep his hat in place, Hopper jumps up from the bed and sprints to the door. “Yeah, I’m, uh, just looking for the bathroom.”

In a daze, you close your eyes and stay on the bed. It’s not until now that you notice how much your blood is pumping and your heart is pounding. With a resigned whimper, you realize that you’re aching with an overwhelming need left by his immense hand rubbing you through your jeans.

“Hurry up. The game is about to start again.” The sound of your father’s voice is a massive buzzkill.

“I’ll see you later, alright?” Hopper suggests to you as he stands in the doorway.

You don’t know what that means exactly but you’re looking forward to finding out. “Alright,” you sigh.

READ PART 2 HERE!

#Jim Hopper drabble #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #Hopper x You #Hopper x Reader #hard Jim Hopper #female reader #I did it #The Big Game #WTW #jim hopper fanfiction

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cowboyjen68 · 4 years

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did you know any trans people back in the old scenes? any trans men or women? or those who were more androgynous presenting? I'm just curious :))

This is going to be long because this story has meaning to me and I think it is important that I share my friend’s story, even if our connection was temporary.

I did. And she had an impact on me, although I didn’t know it at the time. I used to go to a bar called the “Dead Wood” in Iowa City. It was sort of a townie and college student bar. I was newly out and while we had a well established gay bar it was specifically a night club so we did our day drinking at the Dead Wood. We could play pool, pinball and see familiar faces. My memory is a bit foggy, this would have been around 1994, so I would say we drank together a handful of times or so over the course of a year before I moved to another city and bought a house with my girlfriend.

Her name was Cindy. She was maybe in her late 40′s but it was hard for me to tell. Every one over 30 looked 40 She was thin and blonde and always dressed in mini skirts and lacy tops. Her face was pale, in retrospect it was maybe make up, maybe not, and gaunt and I was always worried she was not eating enough.

She and I talked a lot about her life. I was young and curious and we were often drunk. The kind of day drunk where you talk about personal details, high 5 stupid jokes and say things like “I love you man” over and over. I never saw her outside the bar.

The first time we met, I was ordering a beer and she invited me to sit at the bar with her. She was way ahead of me on drinks so she ordered me a couple of shots (that I paid for) and she told me that i should “buy the lady a drink”. So I did. A beer and a highball glass of whiskey I think. After I was drinking for a while, we had been talking about our names, where I worked etc, she leaned over and whispered “You know I’m a man, right?, a transexual man.” I was a bit taken aback. I knew Cindy was was not female, but I didn’t expect her to say that. I sort of recovered and said “I didn’t think I was supposed to notice or say anything”.

She put her hand on my knee. I remember it so clearly because she was so funny and different from other people I had met in my 24 years. She said “why wouldn’t you notice? “ I really don’t remember having a response. She told me that she was proud of who she was and it had been really hard because she liked men and some gay men didn’t like her being in skirts but she loved her skirts. And loved being seen as woman in public.

Through the next year or many months we ran into each other she told me about being transexual and explained her feelings. What she went through. Cindy told me about being drug addicted and the times she was homeless. I learned, through her words, the struggles she faced. She said she had no family and, although she never told me she was a prostitute, she hinted to it many times.

She told me that being a man was okay, but it was easier to look like a woman and love men than to look like a man and love men. Not to others she said but it felt better to her. She told told me she appreciated that I used “she”. I didn’t see why I would not, to me it was clear she wanted to be treated as if she was a woman.

I am paraphrasing a bit since it was many years ago, but the words in quotes are still clear in my head.

I had been around many drag queens and the 80′s was a prime decade of gender bending with fashion and dance and pop music. Androgyny was a norm for men and women, straight, bi and gay. For some of the gays and lesbians knew it was a way to get as close as they could to how they wanted to present without “outing” themselves as butch or a twink or gay in anyway. I knew many gay men who were feminine and flamboyant by nature. Cindy was different. I understood that she felt better about herself in “feminine” clothing (by American cultural standards). I had never met someone quite like her.

I can’t say how Cindy would feel about the modern language (transgender vs transsexual) or if she would have (or did) eventually take hormones or use any medical transition methods that would not have been available to her then. When i moved away my new job kept me from Iowa City and day drinking. I never saw her again, but I certainly never forgot the talks we had.

Part 2.. At women’s festivals I attended there were always women, who at the festivals were comfortable or at least okay being referred to as women, and used lesbian and female to talk about themselves. But in the “real world”, they passed as men. I can’t say if they used “trans man” to describe themselves. Many of them used more traditional male names but that is also not unusual in the lesbian/butch world either.

Frankly, I would only know they “passed” as men outside of the festival if they told me because the spectrum of women was so varied and diverse that there were certainly very masculine appearing women (whether they used butch or not) who were quite content in being perceived as female and quite unbothered if not.

The first time I heard the term “trans man” was in a 2001 article in the magazine “On Our Backs”. Or at least that was the first time I remember reading about it. I had no trans men in my broad circle of close friends of my generation, and that is still true. My trans man friends are all 30 or under. I remember the article because 1. I still have it and 2. it was pretty honest about the unique relationship and reality trans men have with and share with butches and being a lesbian. It was the first time i saw the complexities of the relationships between lesbians and trans men. Prior to that, it had never occurred to me.

All of the trans men I knew through the years, either friends of friends or in passing were same sex attracted and all were still very much apart of the lesbian circles I was in. There did not seem to be a disconnect or chasm between trans men and lesbians at all, which seems sometimes different than now, at least according to the internet. We unspokenly seemed to understand that we shared some history and a unique connection. My closest trans man friend is younger than me by 20 years and he and I definitely share a close bond, unique to our past.

I have been active in LGBT activism for 26 years and so my circle of friends widened as I grew older. Now I have friends on all parts of the LGBT plus spectrum. Meeting Cindy all those years ago taught me to listen and helped fuel my desire to befriend people who don’t look or act like me or share a similar past. Sharing each other’s stories is the most important power we hold as a community. Actively hearing each other is what strengthens us against a world that often is hostile to us and is uninterested in our struggles beyond pity for who we are.

#lgbt #stories

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Some rough translations from Liu Yuning (HYJ’s actor)’s Live Broadcast on 7 January 2021, because he talked about Ultimate Note (and HeiHua) a lot:

LYN (18:45) - about the wooden knife: “(...) With Hua’er Ye, the separation scene between Xiao Hua and I, and with Tuo Ba too, you see which one, right? (...) That scene was in the original script. The lines were already complete. (He makes a parenthesis here to talk about how this adaptation really respected the original works, including the words used) But during that separation scene, there’s this one part -- the one where I gift a knife to him. A small wooden knife (...) That’s something we added ourselves.........That’s something we added, because it wasn't in the original script. How did that small knife come about? At that time, I was filming. I have an acting teacher who, while on set, saw one of the staff from the props team carving that small wooden knife. (...) So we discussed with the director, I said “that scene is a separation with Xiao Hua, right? For a separation, just using words might be...I think perhaps we could add an item there. We might not even need to add any lines.” (...) But this item strengthened the ...bond between these two people. So that knife is something that we added. (...) I think it’s quite nice, at least it doesn’t ruin the original script, and it strengthens the feelings - the bond between these two people (...)”

LYN (22:50), talking about the comments he saw on Ultimate Note: “(...) In the first few episodes, I saw “I cannot accept that this Hei Yanjing has a round face”.....This comment stabbed my heart for 3 days straight. Really. (...) Well, let me explain first to everyone what was going on back then! Right now my face isn’t that round, right? Why? First, because I added the filter that makes my face slim - no that’s not it. First, it’s because the me at that time had just done a small surgery on my vocal chords. (...) After the surgery, I had to stay home for a whole month without speaking. So what to do? Eat. I ate for a whole month and went straight afterwards to film that show.”

LYN (57:52) - about any chance for a S2 and budget use: “A friend is asking here, will Ultimate Note have a 2nd season? (...) First of all, I’m just an actor. (...) Ok, I’ll talk about it properly. Will it have a 2nd season? To be honest, I personally hope it will. (...) I believe if you asked me to act Hei Yanjing a 2nd time ...I can’t say the 1st time was good, it wasn’t. But I might be able to -- because I’m also growing, right -- to express this role a bit better. (...) So I hope it will have a 2nd season. (...) Because let’s be honest, I think the crew took a lot of care in making this show. (...) Most of the budget and everything went into the production...the special effects, the scenery, things like that. So the actors like us....*smiles* well of course, they gave me money too, I shouldn’t say it like that, but what I mean is, a lot of the attention went into the making. It’s not a show where, for example, the actors use up a lot of the budget and the production gets less in comparison. (...) So I’m thinking, well, this show could be considered a small, small success? -- I don’t dare to issue a judgment on it, but in my heart, it is a success. (...) So will it have a 2nd season? I hope so, but until now, I haven’t received news that we can film such a thing. (...) Don’t expect too much. For other shows, sometimes, S1 is popular, and then they have trouble shooting S2, because after the 1st season’s success, all the actors increased their prices, so they might not be able to sign on for the 2nd one. But I think for this show (...) each of the actors really like this show. So they might choose to accept to play in this show, even if it means they get paid less. Starting from me, if you tell me this show’s got a different revenue from what I usually get, I’d still want to play it -- that’s how good it is. (...) *reading a comment* “Careful with what you say, boss”. Yes, I almost didn’t control myself just now.... Almost.”

He later mentions that to film certain scenes, they’d really go deep into the mountains, drive for hours and then actually have to climb very steep roads, to places inaccessible by car.

LYN (1:02:02) - about Xiao Hua’s actor Liu Yuhan: “*reads* “Talk about your CP”. Oh, you mean Xiao Hua, right? The actor for Xiao Hua, what I want to say is, I was very happy to collaborate with him, because he...really is a nice person. Just talking about getting to know him outside the story, and not as a character, he’s a very nice little fellow. He’s very honest. He’s also from Dongbei like me. His usual state is of course not as cold as the Xiao Hua in-story, not as “cool”. In reality, he’s still quite laid-back as a person, quite...fun. Kind of like a kid. Well, not really a kid, but...he’s younger than me, so in my heart, he’s like a little brother.” He explains that they tried to have a meal together more than once post-filming, but never managed.

LYN (1:03:35) - about the postcard: “That postcard at the end, the one about the 1,000 sheep...Many people didn’t understand when they watched it. What was that 1,000 sheep about? Actually, it’s because Hei Ye jumped down at the end....with the hairy monster...he jumped down. (...) So that postcard first paves the way for what comes after (aka the storyline in Sha Hai). And on another note, it’s to prove that Hei Yanjing isn’t dead. Because that postcard is what Hei Yanjing left to Xiao Hua. (...)”

LYN (1:07:38) - about Hei Xia Zi as a character: “Actually, he’s not a real miser. (...) He does really like money, there is a little bit of a greedy vibe to him. But you’ll discover that many times, he didn’t actually receive money, and still went ahead and did the thing. (...) He’s actually a lot more about loyalty, and courage, and responsibility. There’s not one thing where he was like “if you do not transfer 10,000 to me, I definitely won’t do this thing for you”. But he will have a vaguely threatening air, and make it seem like he doesn’t care that much about bonds/friendships. (...) He simply has his special way of doing things. He might also have his own type of apathy. After all, a person, after experiencing so much - because as I said, he counts as a person who’s lived a long life (...), he wouldn’t care as much about many things related to time. So in reality, he doesn’t care that much about money either. His love of money is a personality trait, but the premise to anything he does is definitely not money, it’s rather loyalty. It’s feelings.”

LYN (1:09:39) - about Hei Yanjing’s real name written in the sand: “Someone asked “what did Hei Yanjing write in the sand, is it ‘Liu Yuning’?”......Yes. I wanted to write ‘Modern Brothers Liu Yuning’ at the time.”

LYN (1:12:00) - about Hei Yanjing’s age: “As someone who just acted this role, I don’t know how old he is either. But he’s definitely someone who’s lived a long life. (...) In the state I was acting him, he must have at least been a few hundred years old. (...) How many hundreds, I have no way to ascertain.”

LYN (1:12:49) - about the fried rice prop on set: “It tastes pretty good. (...) But the problem is where we were filming, (...) we were mostly in Yun Nan. The temperature there was over 40°C. When it was low, it was a little above 30°C. (...) The fried rice would turn sour in no time. (...) So you’ll find out that, throughout this entire show, Hei Ye loves to eat fried rice with green peppers and meat, but hasn’t eaten a single mouthful. He’s just feeding Xiao Hua with it. And the reason why Xiao Hua looks disgusted is because it’s really sour.”

LYN (1:14:00) - more bts stories about the heat and stench: “That scene where we first fall into the tunnel. That tunnel from the time of the Republic. (...) That tunnel, my God! (...) The temperature outside was 40°C. Inside, most of the scenery was made from foam. (...) The temperature inside that environment was incredibly hot, unimaginable, and on top of that we were wearing leather. (...) And do you remember when we first fell into the tunnel with Xiao Hua and we dug up a place? (...) The bones on the floor were all purchased real bones from sheep or pigs and so on. (...) Think about the temperature in there. In one night, the stench was impossible. (...) When we were filming, the stench was so bad, you felt like you couldn’t live on anymore (...) My God...At the time, as soon as I walked into that place, I was dumbstruck. Xiao Hua and I made eye contact and just went... ��do you smell this?” He went “I can’t even hear what you’re saying anymore, I’m already knocked out.” (...) The director went “Let me see! ...............My God. Props director, what do we do with this?” And the Props director said “What our show cares about is making things realistic. We want to make the original works real. We want the props to be as real as possible.” (...) We also have to respect that Props director’s professionalism, right? (...) So the Director said “Ok, then let’s do this, let’s prepare some cologne.” (...) Poured it. Poured 2-3 bottles of it into the place... It made everything WORSE. The normal stench was simply stinky. But the cologne -- that thing has volatility!! (...) Do you know how stinky it was, exactly? It felt like even my arms could feel the stench. We held on for 3 days to film that part. That stench, my God. It’s a smell I can remember my whole life.”

#hei yanjing #dmbj #ultimate note #liu yuning #liu yu ning #liu yu han #liu yuhan #xiao hua #xie yuchen #dao mu bi ji #dmbj cast #Liu Yuning talks a LOT #but anyways I found the bts stories amusing #and yeah so the knife was added during filming and it stuck til the end #bless #heihua

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# 3,908

If anyone had asked me to place bets on myself on 2021, I’d tell you I should’ve. That year chose to be good to me.

The moment I discovered the juxtaposition of sprayed indigo on new fresh cotton was the one that defined the year. Just like mathematical functions, it’s the factor that defined everything else after it.

I enjoyed the double feature of visiting Williamsburg to do record-shopping at Rough Trade for what was my most expensive receipt ever. I drove all the way up to scenic Oyster Bay for a long-time friend’s new pickle business just to buy a piece of his music collection. Then came an unexpected bombshell: Long Island would have its first-ever pinball arcade in Bay Shore. I missed badly on not going to Manhattan’s Modern Pinball now that it closed down during the pandemic, so having one back only a few miles away from home was an amazing bestowment and godsend. I got back into shows by heading to Greenpoint’s Saint Vitus for a Body Void / Portrayal Of Guilt / Uniform bill and meeting Michael Berdan himself for some merch- and records. Unbelievable.

Holidays were rarely hit and mostly miss, save for Christmas when I drove ninety minutes and a quarter tank to Staten Island to finally make good on a promise to visit my family. For the first time since that burning summer before the new millennium, my cousin Criss, Dorona, and I caught up over our golden-era days, meeting all of their candy-coated sugar-high kids, and remembering their friends who overdosed and died.

Omega WUSB enjoyed its most ambitious broadcasting year to date with a busy summer of anything and everything we could get our hands on. I met my long-time contact Rob Villain for the first time in nine long years and had him sit-in during one of my broadcasts, and -Tash of Sound Vines gave me a higher appreciation for indie artists.

But nothing - and I swear nothing - would top this #1 moment I had experienced at work: an Irish girl in her early 20's who walked up to me and showed me a 40 year-old Sony Watchman she bought at the local salvage and recovery. She even turned it on for me and it worked. I almost dropped dead right in the middle of the store. Eight months later and there’s not one single day or minute that goes by that she’s not on my mind; a short girl of straight shoulder-length cinnamon hair, pale skin, glasses, a cute voice, and heaping enthusiasm becomes the more-than-welcome respite from the norm.

Even though I had many of these victories, there was still a lot of time across the calendar for fighting through. I enlisted myself to seek a nutritionist and I’m devoting my diet and wallet to better, healthy eating. I also had signed up for weekly counseling to dislodge the force-fed hard-to-swallow pills and undo at least some of the collateral damage done by friends, family, co-workers, and interests over the years. Anxiety is being held at bay with just a daily wellbutrin, but every night the spectre of loneliness and depression sleeps in the same bed with me and I’m hanging on to whatever interests I have while staying connected to a world that’s seemingly slipping away. But if there’s any positive take-away in all of this is that the cream of mental illness and well-being is rising to the top. More people are openly declaring their issues for all to see and there’s minimal judgment in my eyes from the childish and uneducated. Those people are never welcome standing in the same circle as I.

Just as indigo on fresh new cotton made a forever impression on me this year, so did the sounds experienced throughout the year. Genres for every season. From new discoveries in minimal / synthwave / EBM (Coloroid, Linea Aspera), post-punk / d.i.y. (Yard Act, Deeper), hip-hop / street (B0nds, Obnox), experimental sounds (Mega Bog, New Chance), and jazz / fusion (Hubert Laws & Earl Klugh, Heavy Joker), they came with me to every drive to the radio station, through train rides to New York City, blustery winter nights, and to record stores. It’s all signed, sealed, and delivered like every other quarterly juncture and remembered forever. Nothing’s changed there.

Right now I’m projected to win my store in not only revenue but also credit card applications for the year. I’ll fall short of the $2,000,000 mark and could come second in tech- support memberships, so my chances of winning the triple crown are very slim. All this through dealing with endless forced interactions with the town undesirables, staying later, opening-to-closing shifts, early store meetings, call-outs, having staff cut in half, and losing even more in no thanks to an off-the-handle general manager who got yellow-carded for sexual harassment. Yeah. It’s been eventful.

I had enough. No more of those interactions with grown adults who act like children competing for me to notice them; silly swing-set and sandbox children I’d never planned in meeting in real life. The stress is no longer worth my health, heart, or sanity and no should should cost anyone that. A career change is long overdue. My ultimate end-game is to leave retail hell forever and work from home web-building while still designing, writing, sound- and photo-editing, and broadcasting. Amazingly, I’ve kept it all since the very beginning of Ω+.

One month before seeing Boy Harsher in Brooklyn and February vacation begins, with Ministry in March. After that, Lord knows what cards the powers above will deal me.

It’s 2022 and we’ll play a new game. Let’s hope for the best. See you then.

(p.s.: you will get a record-store victory tour from us this year. We promise.)

#omega #Long Island #NYC #New York City #BK #Brooklyn #personal

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Fools in Love (3/10)

Worst Thieves Ever

The next week passed in a blur of emotions and happiness for both engines.

Henry was astonished that he'd managed to miss all of the now-obvious signs that he was romantically attracted to Bear, and was now fully in the throes of "happy sickness", and genuinely felt better when Bear was nearby.

Bear, meanwhile, was on top of the world. Acknowledging that he was now actually in love meant that all of the pent-up emotions from the past decade were coming out all at once. He was downright chipper when he was alone, and when Henry was nearby, he was so absurdly upbeat that the other engines were wondering if The Fat Controller had bought another Hymek and swapped the numbers again!

“So,” Bear asked Henry as they sat in the yard between trains. “What do we do, now that we’re together?”

“I don’t know,” Henry said thoughtfully. “I know that humans go on things called ‘dates’, where they go to dinner and then the cinema, but I don’t think we can do that...”

“We certainly wouldn’t fit into the building.”

“And I don’t think we could eat dinner without bothering our crews.”

“Unless you want to pull a Thomas and crash through the restaurant wall.”

“Hah! We could always save that for the holidays.”

“Henry’s getting awful chummy with the Hymek, isn’t he?” James muttered suspiciously from the coaling stage.

“Goodness gracious me,” Duck said. “It’s almost like he’s known Bear for an extended period of time. What is it that happens when you spend a long time near somebody? I think you become friends with them.”

“You know what I mean. It’s like they’re different locomotives.”

“Perhaps their personalities contain more than one side. I hear that some engines can achieve that.”

“And what are you implying by that??”

“Your paint is dirty.”

“AAACK! Someone get a rag and some polish!”

46 040 smiled to herself as she watched the steam engines bicker. This was a funny little island, with so much more character than the Midlands.

Engines were nicer here, and they welcomed her as a friend on the first day she arrived - even if it had taken some time for their in-joke to be explained to her - she couldn’t believe that she’d rescued Spamcan’s rescuers. There was no in-fighting, no yard politics, just close-knit friends, even across class lines.

They also didn’t seem to give any mind to ‘how the railway should work’, as some of her classmates might say. As she backed down onto her train, she was acutely aware that the only engine newer than her was the laughing diesel-hydraulic in the yard. Everywhere else she looked, there was nothing but steam, steam, and more well-kept steam.

Modernization seems to have missed this island altogether. She thought as passengers bustled into the coaches. Even the rolling stock was antique - a bunch of ‘Big 4′ era corridor coaches, all nicely painted into a unified livery. On the mainland, the Mark 1s had displaced these old carriages from even maintenance trains, but Sodor was using them on top link services.

“Eurgh. Can you believe this, 40?” Oiled an unpleasant voice from alongside her.

She glared at the Class 56, annoyed by both his existence and his sudden appearance. From what she understood, the North Western Region often borrowed engines from other regions temporarily, which explained why she was still on the island and why the destable 56 was sullying this otherwise pleasant station. “What can I believe, 031?”

“This!” The diesel sniffed dismissively as 040 rolled her eyes. He had evidently decided that anything new to him was bad - a problem considering that he was barely two months old. “All of this outdated junk! I feel like I’ve been driven into a black-and-white film! Steam engines here, teak coaches there! I don’t think these vans are even fitted with brakes!” He looked back at his train - a line of surly looking vans glared back, clearly insulted. The brakevan on the rear seemed to be resigned to a difficult run before the train left the station. “I am immeasurably pleased that this is my last train on this island.”

“I think it’s charming.” 040 said quietly.

“You would.” 031′s tone was cold.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’d fit in here - you’re non-standard, just like they are.”

040 wanted to say something that would turn the air as blue as her paintwork, but before she could do so, a whistle blew, and 031′s driver began to drive the rude engine out of the station. “I don’t believe we shall meet again - your class’ time is coming sooner than you think.” 031 said with startling levels of nonchalance as he rumbled out of the station, his vans angrily trailing behind him.

“And good riddance to you too, you slag sucking shitstain.” 040 muttered to herself as the train rattled out of sight.

Shortly, her own guard blew his whistle, and she set off with the midday express.

Crovan's Gate Works - That night

"I didn’t think we'd be back here so soon." Henry whispered to Bear as they rolled into the Works yard.

"I didn’t either." Bear said, trying to disturb the rest of their train.

It was well past midnight, and both breakdown cranes, the support coach, and the battered Class 46 had nodded off on the slow ride from the accident site.

"Is she all right?" Henry asked quietly. He was leading the train, and couldn’t see.

"As well as she can be." Considering that the lightweight parcel vans had been reduced to so much kindling by the accident, it was amazing that the 46 was as uninjured as she was - just a few torn and warped panels, some gravel abrasions, and a broken nose.

If Bear was being honest, he thought that she'd gotten off better than the 56, who was physically intact, but had been subjected to one of the longest and angriest dressing-downs that The Fat Controller had ever given.

The poor engine had looked utterly shell-shocked as he took what remained of his train on to Barrow.

The two were silent as they pushed the sleeping 46 into the works proper, and then backed the breakdown train into its siding. Their crews were dead on their feet after eight hours plus overtime, and shuffled off to the works' bunkhouse for some well needed rest.

Henry and Bear watched them leave, not even remotely tired. Since their mutual revelation last week, neither engine had been able to sleep for very long, their minds spinning with thoughts of each other.

Even after a week, they had run out of all possible conversation, but could still spend hours without a word between them.

"D'ya think that this counts as a date?" Bear said after many minutes of comfortable silence.

"I think an argument could be made." Henry said thoughtfully. "We did something together, but from what I understand, usually there's supposed to be 'romance', and 'courting', not smashed vans and breakdown cranes. Also, I assume that, on a date, we should be enjoying ourselves and not wondering if someone is hurt."

Bear considered that for a long moment. It had been a pretty terrible date, considering they were clearing up a train crash. "Do you want me to court you?"

"I think that's supposed to happen before you fall in love, and I already have."

"Oh. Then what do we do if we're already..."

"Madly in love with each other?"

"Yes."

"I don't know."

"Well," Bear said finally. "Then we'll have to figure that out together."

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Three Days Later

Henry didn’t see the 46 after he and Bear left in the morning - the massive service disruption caused by the accident meant that he spent most of the weekend shuttling ballast wagons back and forth between Cronk and Arlesburgh, as well as soothing Gordon’s temper over having to ‘dilly-dally in work zones all day’.

Fortunately, there wasn’t a great deal of damage on the main line, and after three days of frantic work, the maintenance of way crews had put everything back to normal. Henry was the first train through the rebuilt section with a massively-delayed Flying Kipper, and was surprised at how much damage the men had managed to reverse - the only remaining signs of the accident was the torn up lineside vegetation.

Arriving at Barrow, he found the yard in disarray - three days worth of goods trains were clogging the small yard, and the diesel shunter was so overworked that he forgot to be rude to Henry as he took away the fish vans.

The yard was so crowded that Henry couldn’t even get into the sheds to rest before his next train, and was forced to sit in the middle of the yard while his crew went for their tea break.

He wanted to get some rest as well, but the shunter was moving around the yard at such a rate that it was impossible to get more than a few minutes of rest before the Class 03 scuttled by with more vans.

After one large rake of hoppers were shoved out of the way, another engine became visible a few roads over - it was the 46.

Henry was surprised to see her - there hadn’t been enough time to fix any of her panels in the last three days, and indeed, she was just as battered and bruised as she was when he and Bear left her in the works. The only indication that anyone had done anything at all to her was the existence of a splint that had been taped over her broken nose to re-set it.

More worryingly, she looked almost haunted. Her eyes were wide, with a thousand yard stare, and she was mumbling something to herself over and over again.

“they don’t want me they don’t want me they don’t want me they don’t want me”

Henry wanted to ask her what was wrong, but before he could, a shout arose from deeper into the yard. The shunter had split a switch with some wagons and was now trapped in a dead-end siding. Men began rushing out with tools to re-rail the cars, but it was obvious that it would take some time. The yard master, seeing this incident, didn’t go over to the shunter, but instead made a beeline for Henry, his crew trailing behind.

“If he’s done for, then we need someone to organize this mess!” The man called, clearly not giving Henry a choice in the matter. “And you’re it!”

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After 35 minutes of careful shunting, Henry was on his final shunting move before he could enter the sheds and rest, while the men seemed to be turning the corner on freeing the 03.

“Right, then there’s this Peak!” Called the yardmaster, who was riding on Henry’s footplate with a sheet of train orders in his hand. “It’s the 0Z59 for tonight, just put it somewhere out of the way.”

He scanned the yard. “Track 33 looks clear. let’s leave it there and be done.”

“Zero-Zed?” Henry asked. “You’re not going to move her, are you?” A zero headcode was intended for light engine moves, while a Z prefix meant that the train was to be handled specially by the dispatcher. The 46 was battered enough to require special treatment, but her unrepaired condition meant that she should not be moving under her own power.

“Nah, they’re gonna send an engine for ‘er later,” The yardmaster replied. “She’s going right to Derby.”

Henry sighed as he buffered up to the still-catatonic diesel. Sometimes life was easier if you didn’t ask questions.

“they don’t want me they don’t want me they don’t want me they don’t want me” The diesel said, her voice thick with horror. Her eyes looked at Henry’s face but saw nothing. It was obvious that she was off in her own little nightmarish world.

Then again, Henry had never had an “easy” life.

“What are they going to do to her at Derby?” He asked slowly, afraid of the answer he’d be given.

After flipping through his papers, the yard master gave a one word answer: “Scrap”

Henry stared morosely at the 46. She didn’t deserve this at all.

It took only a few minutes to move the 46 to an isolated siding near the sheds. As his driver uncoupled her from him, the 46 abruptly jerked out of her trance. She looked at Henry and his driver, her eyes suddenly clear and full of understanding.

“Save me. Please.” She said quietly. “They’re going to kill me.”

Henry was struck dumb by her request. The 46 had put more emotion in one sentence than some locomotives did in their entire lives. He wasn’t the quickest of thinkers to begin with, and now he had no idea of what to even say, let alone how he could help.

Fortunately, Sean - his driver - was much faster on the uptake. “Do you still work?” He asked her conspiratorially.

Both engines looked down at him. “Yes.” The 46 said after a moment. “They tested my motor and it works fine but they still said I wasn’t good enough to fix and oh god I’m going to die...” She trailed off in horror.

Sean turned an interesting shade of pale as he set the diesel’s handbrake. “We’ll do something. Just you wait.”

With that, he clambered back into Henry’s cab and set off for the sheds.

“We have to do something and I have no idea how we’re going to do it.” He said as soon as they were out of earshot of the diesel.

So concerned was Henry that he barely noticed Bear sitting in the shed as he pulled in.

“Is everything all right?” Bear asked as he saw the look on Henry’s face.

“They’re going to kill that 46.” Henry said without prompting. “She’s barely damaged and they’re going to take her to Derby and cut her up.”

“Right.” said Bear, looking like he just took a sack of bricks to the face. “Let’s figure out how we’re going to fix that.”

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The harried yardmaster burst into the sheds. “Alright, up you get! The Hymek’s failed and we need you to drag his sorry carcass to the works!”

Henry, who had been pretending to be sleeping, set off at once.

Entering the yard proper, he found Bear at the head end of a train of cement tankers.

"Ah! Henry!" Bear called out in the least convincing voice anyone had ever heard. "As you can see, my complicated and unreliable gearbox has failed, rendering me immobile. Can you please pull me to the works?"

"Of course Bear!" Henry said in the same way that one would discuss the weather. "I will tow you to the works so they can fix your complicated and unreliable gearbox!"

The yardmaster watched in confusion as Henry backed down onto Bear's train. It was obvious that they were planning something, but what? This was about on par for a steam engine's level of deception, but diesels were usually craftier than this.

After a few minutes, Henry set off - or rather, he didn’t.

As he set off, his wheels slipped suddenly, his driver immediately closed the regulator, and both engines disappeared into a cloud of steam as Henry wheeshed in faux pain.

"Oh dear! He called from within the cloud. "I seem to have suffered a mechanical malfunction of some kind! Whatever will I do?"

"Who gives a toss about you!" Wailed the Class 03. "What about my work? You just blocked off half the yard!"

It was true - Bear had failed just before the switch to the main line, and when Henry had backed down onto him, he had completely covered the points. Now that he had failed as well, a large portion of the yard was inaccessible.

"I am terribly sorry." Henry didn't sound like he meant it. "Another engine will have to move us, as we cannot possibly move ourselves."

To his credit, the Class 03 tried, but with Henry and Bear's combined weight (and Henry holding the brakes on when nobody was looking), his little wheels just slipped on the tracks. "Super Rescue my buffers!" He scowled as the yard master started pulling his hair out. The yard was in a worse state than before, and there were no other engines that could reach the failed train.

Unless...

"Does that 46 work? The man yelled at his underlings, in the process missing the elated looks that flashed across Henry and Bear's faces.

"I think so!" Said one of the men. "They drove it here last night."

"Right!" He said with no small amount of relief. "Get that thing going - it'll be Crovan's problem and they can deal with it."

It took a few minutes for a crew to be found and for the 46 to be started, but soon enough she was being backed down onto the increasingly long train.

Henry and his crew watched with anticipation. Instead of damping his fire, Tim the fireman had been shoveling more and more coal into Henry’s firebox, while Sean had been nonchalantly walking around both engines and putting large amounts of sand under each driving wheel. As 46 040 was backed down onto the train, he gave a signal to Bear and his crew before climbing back into Henry’s cab.

The yard crew quickly coupled 040 to Henry, and waved to the signalman, who lined the points and dropped the signal arm.

The arm dropped. Henry and Bear's eyes followed it as it fell into the 'clear' position.

"Now!" Henry bellowed, and Bedlam ensued.

Sean hauled back on Henry’s whistle cord while shoving the throttle into the wide open position, sending sparks into the air as Henry’s wheels spun on the rails for a moment.

At Henry’s whistle, Bear's driver shoved the diesel's throttle to its furthest stop.

Black smoke belched out of both engines as they surged ahead. Henry slammed into the back of 040, shoving her along as his wheels found purchase on the sand covered rails.

Bear, his engine roaring, lurched ahead as he followed Henry, taking the tankers with him. The cement wagons yelled as the slack in their couplings was let out all at once, banging against each other as they were yanked into motion. A ripple of shock whipped all the way down the train, and the coupling in the last tanker was almost ripped out of its buffer beam from the violent departure.

040's crew were shoved forward in their seats by the sudden impact. Her driver had the throttle lever in his hand, and as he flew forward against the control column, he inadvertently shoved her throttle ahead to its furthest stop. The diesel shrieked in surprise as her motor revved to full power and she surged ahead with the rest of the train. 040 was a powerful express diesel, and she quickly began to pull the rest of the train along behind her as her engine reached its highest power setting.

"Go go go!" Henry yelled as the train accelerated away.

The yardmaster and the Class 03 watched in shock as the train thundered out of the yard. In just moments, it had cleared the yard boundary, and in just a few moments more, the last cement tanker was rattling over the lift bridge and onto Sudrian metals.

"What was that?!" The man said as Henry's triumphant whistle faded into the distance.

"More Sodor shite, I'd imagine." Said the little diesel as he rolled back into the yard - as much as he wanted to, he didn’t have time to speculate on what went on in the smokeboxes of those nutcases. "They're always up to some bollocks or another."

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Henry and Bear yelled in triumph as they raced though Vicarstown and into Sodor proper.

"We did it!" Bear shouted.

"We did!" Henry chimed in. "You see that, 46?" He called up to 040. "That’s Sodor! You're safe!"

040 was astonished to the point of tears. "Thank you!" She said, her voice choked with emotion.

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Crovan’s Gate

Charles Hatt stared at the trio of unapologetic engines in front of him, unsure of whether he should be proud or upset.

“If I told you three that you damaged several of those cement tankers, the yard switches in Barrow, and exceeded the legal speed limit for a train of that configuration, would you be sorry in the slightest?”

“No sir / I’d do it again / Not at all” came the responses from Henry, Bear, and 040.

The Fat Controller hung his head in his hands. They didn’t even have the good graces to look sorry. The Peak was beaming from buffer to buffer, Bear looked sheepish but unconcerned, and Henry looked positively defiant.

“And you did this...?” He trailed off.

“Because otherwise they were going to kill her.” Henry said with a surprising undercurrent of steel to his voice.

“Yes. That...” Charles said again. “They truly told you that you were to be cut up?” He asked 040, slowly.

“Yes sir.”

“They did sir. There were train orders for it.” Bear said quickly. “She was supposed to be the 0Z59.”

“I see...” He turned to the 46 directly. “Who told you this?”

“Mister Stevens. He came down from the Midlands region to inspect me.”

“I see...” Charles mulled this over. He was vaguely aware of the nasty rumours surrounding the supposed railwaymen that the Midland Region was now employing, and this 'Mister Stevens' seemed like he fit the bill perfectly. “And you two did this... to help out your fellow engine?”

“Yes sir” Henry and Bear said in unison.

One hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

On one hand, these two had just damaged a significant amount of railway property and stolen an engine from a different region.

On the other... he did have a motive power shortage, and 46 040 was a class 4 - exactly what he needed.

And she clearly wasn’t needed by her region any more.

And stealing engines from the scrap heap was practically a Sodor tradition by now.

And he had acquired Bear in an almost equally brazen manner.

Sir Charles Topham Hatt II was many things, but a hypocrite was not one of them. “I must make a phone call. Talk amongst yourselves.”

The engines watched as he retreated to the foreman’s office. The phone was mounted on the outer wall, and his end of the conversation was very audible.

“This is Hatt, get me the London Midland Region please.”

“Yes, can you please inform Director Macready that Charles Hatt needs to speak with him regar- oh hello Lachlan.”

“Why yes, this is about 46 040.”

“I will have you know that we did not ‘brazenly make off with your property.’”

“To begin with, she was needed because the engines pulling the train ha- yes I understand that they didn’t actually fail, but-”

“Now there’s no need for that tone of voice-”

“Lachlan - Lachlan - Damnit Lachlan! That engine has only minor damage to it! You -”

“You clearly do not need it if - Spares? Lachlan, you just said that they were ‘going to the chop soon enough’, what could you possibly need spares for?”

“Now that’s just inappropriate.”

Whatever was said next was obviously deeply impolite, as the Fat Controller lost all patience with the Director of the Midland Region. “Now you listen here you limp-wristed disgrace of a Scotsman. That locomotive is mine now and will be forever more, you understand? If you ever try to come down from the ivory tower that has lodged itself in your rear end and do something about it, I will personally beat you to death with an Adze! Am I understood!”

After a brief silence, he spoke again. “I expect the transfer to be sent over at once. If they aren’t, I will forge your signature myself and I won’t stop with just those papers. Goodbye Lachlan.”

With that he hung up the phone and turned around to face the trio, who could barely contain themselves, and most of the works’ staff, who were surprised to see their controller use such harsh language.

“Don’t just stand there!” He said after a long moment. “Get to work! We have a new engine to repair!”

The noise from the locomotives was deafening.

#ttte #sodor shenangians #fic #headcanon #sodor #ttte henry #ttte bear #oc: Delta #ttte fat controller #literally half of sodor has been stolen from somewhere else #anyone who turns up in barrow yard and looks sad basically gets shanghaied #ttte duck #ttte james #fools in love

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<h1>The Impressive Background of the Iconic Ford F-150</h1><br>

A red 1980 Ford F-150 Personalized While the Ford F-150's history formally began in 1975, earlier trucks prepared for America's preferred automobile|Ford You can discuss nearly anything concerning automobiles as well as trucks, however something is difficult to argue: Ford F-150 is the undeniable heavyweight champion of American roadways. No car has been even more crucial or marketed even more models given that this pickup's launching in 1975. As of 2017, the F-150 and its heavy-duty counterparts topped the sales charts for 35 straight years. That's rather a run, as well as these vehicles defeated the competition in their sector for also longer (40 successive years). Yet the F-Series pick-ups really did not come out of no place throughout the 1970s. Ford introduced its iconic pickup back in 1948, after The second world war. Before the F-1 launching that year, the car manufacturer's vehicles were simply customized autos. The 1948 model changed that, and the F-Series proceeded its development right into the 21st century. These days, the F-150 as well as sturdy designs sporting activity the most innovative tech and indoor convenience that pickup trucks have actually ever seen. It certainly really did not start by doing this. Below are 25 snapshots of Ford's F-Series pick-ups-- from the earliest days of its predecessors to the most up to date off-road conqueror. 1. Ford Model T truck 1925 Ford Design T vehicle 1925 Ford Model T vehicle|The Henry Ford To discover the beginnings of Ford vehicles, we need to go completely back to the 1910s, when the automaker converted the Version T into a pick-up. As the picture shows, this automobile was little bit more than a roadster with a flatbed fitted over the back wheels. Nevertheless, even such a fundamental arrangement obtained products relocating the early days of consumer transport. 2. Greater utility in the 1930s 1932 Ford Roadster pickup By 1932, Ford trucks enhanced considerably in the energy division|Ford While there was obvious appeal for a Version T truck, Ford improved upon the concept with the Version An and Design B. The bed was longer and also the weight circulation better, so there was lots of allure for truck customers during the Clinical depression, particularly with the arrival of the vehicle's V8 engine. Yet it was still a roadster and also had its share of constraints. 3. Signing up with the 1940s battle initiative

1941 Ford Express Ford trucks became part of the war initiative after 1941|Ford The hardtop, long-bed truck concept took form by the late 1930s, as well as by the time 1941 models appeared, there were several options for customers. Amongst the options were new V6 engines to accompany the V8 and four-cylinder choices. Ford borrowed both the grille designing and the underlying platform from cars and trucks below, and released extra truck plants by 1941 in case the USA went into the war. Consumer production finished for a number of years after the Pearl Harbor intrusion. 4. Birth of the F-Series Two men wearing cowboy hats lean on a red Ford F-1 vehicle as it sits parked in front of a home Ford F-1 vehicle from its debut year|Ford Following The Second World War, Ford introduced its initial all-new vehicle system with eight different designs. From the half-ton F-1 to the three-ton F-8, consumers had lots of selections. Engine choices ranged from a 95-horsepower V6 to a 100-horsepower V8. F-Series trucks began with a simple, utilitarian look and greater practicality than its predecessors. 5. F-100 marks a new generation A pale environment-friendly 1953 Ford F-100 1953 Ford F-100|Ford In 1953, Ford celebrated its 50th wedding anniversary with the intro of second generation F-Series designs. The front grille changed significantly (new engines likewise showed up), yet this redesign was more extensive. An enhanced V8 engine, longer dimensions, far better visibility, and also automatic transmission were presented. So were hood ornaments and the language we identify today: F-100 and also F-250 replaced the three lightest pickups in the lineup. 6. Even more power for 1954 A red 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor and also incorporate drives via a field 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor as well as integrate|Ford Updates for F-Series trucks proceeded throughout the 2nd generation While the wraparound windscreen provided boosted presence for drivers, upgraded power specifications broadened their options on the work site. Six cylinder engines maxed out at 115 equines by 1954, while the V8 engine pushed the envelope to 130 horse power. Even more power came over the 1956 model year, with the F-Series V8 engine delivering up to 173 horses, according to Edmunds. 7. F-Series 3rd generation. A front-facing Ford F-100 from 1960 1960 Ford F-100|Ford You can't assist looking modification in the face when comparing the second and third generations of F-Series trucks A square grille as well as increase the number of headlights greeted Ford truck consumers beginning in 1960. Three years earlier, the 1957 models debuted the pick-up's larger taxi as well as various other updates. Beginning in 1959, Ford started offering 4x4 in factory versions. 8. Fourth generation Ford trucks. 1963 Ford F-250 sits parked on a rocky terrain 1963 Ford F-250|Ford With four-wheel drive capability and also over 200 horsepower showing up by 1965, fourth generation Ford trucks continued the march to the modern-day period. Super Task trucks had made their launching in 1958, and also this shot from 1963 is a look at the design year's Ford F-250. Two fronts lights returned for those that operated by night. 9. Debut of the Ranger 1967 Ford F-100 Ranger 1967 F-100 Ranger|Ford Starting with the F-Series's 5th generation, truck customers can select from 3 trims: base, customized, and also Ranger. Choosing the Ranger suggested grassy floorings, a conventional chrome grille, and also more comfortable seats. By 1970, before 5th generation designs finished their run, a fourth trim (XLT) entered the picture.

10. Much more style and performance 1971 Ford F-250 rests parked in the lawn 1971 Ford F-250|Ford Regulations mandated side reflectors beginning in 1968, and this durable design from 1971 shows how Ford rolled that right into a badging opportunity. An updated V8 engine now delivered up to 220 horsepower. At the same time, the relentless restyling of the grille continued apace. 11. A giant sixth generation 1973 Ford F-Series pick-up View of a Ford F-Series on the Louisville, Kentucky assembly line, circa 1973|Ford Sixth-generation (1973 to 1979) F-Series vehicles were amazing for a variety of reasons, but we'll start with the arrival of SuperCab for 1974. Dodge had spearheaded the pick-up with added seating, as well as Ford really felt required to react. Yet an additional V8 engine got in the picture too. Yet America's favorite vehicle was about to be birthed. 12. Birth of the Ford F-150 A red 1975 Ford F-150 sits parked before a building and construction website 1975 Ford F-150|Ford Why was the F-150 required? By the mid-1970s, consumers found themselves caught between the not-quite-capable-enough F-100 as well as the magnificent F-250. This design bridged the gap starting in 1975, as well as regarding one third of F-Series sales were comprised of F-150s that year. While America commemorated its bicentennial in 1976, F-Series vehicles started their run atop the sales list that continues to today. 13. The decisive 7th generation 1980 Ford F-150 Ranger sits parked atop a mountain F-150 Ranger from the 1980 design year|Ford To place the seventh generation's impact in viewpoint, we resort to historian James W. Wagner. "The 1980 version was an innovation generation," Wagner said. "It was all new-- most likely the greatest change in 40 years-- as well as had a solid emotional appeal with the twin I-beam front suspension. It seems from that factor on, things truly went Ford's method as far as vehicles were worried." 14. Personalized packages and fatality to F-100 F-150 from 1985 sits parked in front of a lake By 1985, a new focus on design as well as-- extra significantly-- lifestyle had actually gotten in the picture|Ford Starting in the early 1980s, Ford vehicle consumers could style their associate custom-made paint packages. The new focus on way of living triggered marketing photos like this one showcasing a family members enjoying a day by the lake. These vehicles delivered at work as well as fit sufficient to take pleasure in after hours, Ford recommended using its advertising. Note the blue-oval symbol making its opening night on the grille. F-100 production ended in 1983. 15. Enter eighth generation Archival shot of 1989 Ford F-150 1989 Ford F-150|Ford Starting with the 1987 design year, Ford F-Series vehicles had entered their 8th generation. Wraparound parking lights as well as conventional fuel injection were 2 crucial upgrades. F-350 as well as heavier designs entered into a new Super Responsibility line. The newly streamlined grille enjoyed a long term through the following generations. 16. New styling cues after 1991 A black 1991 Ford F-150 1991 Ford F-150 with 'Nite' package|Ford In the final years of the F-Series's 8th generation, truck fans got brand-new efficiency and designing packages. Amongst them, the heavy-duty solution package made the work for snow rakes simpler. For 1991, the "Nite" package provided a blacked-out F-150 for customers seeking to stand apart from the legions of Ford vehicle owners. 17. The high-performance F-150 A red 1993 Ford F-150 SVT Lightning 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning|Ford As of 1992, when the nine generation F-Series made its debut, Ford had actually appreciated well over a years at the top of America's sales graphes. Naturally, the car manufacturer saw a possibility to experiment and released an efficiency model with the Unique Lorry Team in its inaugural year. Utilizing its remarkable handling, this 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning might amount to or beat a 1993 Ford Mustang GT in long track runs. 18. More nine generation modifications 1996 F-150 SuperCab sits parked atop a mountain 1996 F-150 SuperCab|Ford On top of new efficiency versions, the Ford F-Series also got major aesthetic upgrades in its 9th generation Developers were aiming to interest yet an additional young generation of consumers. An unique Eddie Bauer trim went into the picture in 1995. 19. 2013 mustang grilles F-Series marks its 10th generation. Ford F-150 from the 1998 model year 1998 Ford F-150|Ford Significant adjustments gotten here with the 10th generation of F-Series vehicles that commenced in 1997. The nameplate celebrated its 50th wedding anniversary in 1998 and (to mark its modernity) Ford dropped chrome from the grille and also added more curves than these trucks had shown off in decades. Durable vehicles got their own F-Series Super Responsibility line beginning in 1999. 20. F-Series for the 21st century 2004 Ford F-Series 2004 Ford F-Series makes its debut|Mike Heffner/Getty Images The first redesign of the new millennium brought a brand new system for the F-150 (2004) and, ultimately, for the Super Duty vehicles (2008 ). Developers had stressed also greater comfort as well as styling in the front runner pickup for the 11th generation This design cycle had a very short run, as well as ended at the start of the Great Economic downturn. 21. A brawnier 12th generation. A F-150 pick-up rests on the setting up flooring at the Kansas City Ford Assembly plant October 2, 2008 in Claycomo, Missouri. 2009 Ford F-150|Larry W. Smith/Getty Images Wartime America seemed to exert its influence on the 12th generation of F-Series trucks. There was no doubt the intensity of the 2009 F-150 with its bold grille and also hostile stance. Midway through the design cycle (2011 ), Ford confronted soaring gas expenses with the very first 3.5-liter EcoBoost V6 engine in the F-150. 22. Super Obligation grows in online reputation 2012 Ford F-Series Super Duty 2012 Ford F-Series Super Obligation|Ford Toward completion of the 12th generation of F-Series vehicles, Ford Super Task designs drifted near to perfection. The 6.7-liter Power Stroke turbo diesel motor became an alternative in 2011. A few years later, with a number of decades in the books as well as countless models on the road, iSeeCars.com counted much more F-250 Super Duty trucks above 200,000 miles than any other car. 23. The aluminum F-150 A red revamped Ford F-150 Platinum-trim 2015 Ford F-150|Ford If you think of severe automaker gambles, the 13th generation F-150 is near the first. After several decades atop the sales charts, Ford left steel for a light weight aluminum vehicle body-- and it worked. The brand-new F-150 became the initial pick-up to get a first-class NHTSA safety rating and also an Insurance policy Institute for Highway Security Top Security Pick designation. Now that the outcomes are in, we can claim Ford nailed the redesign and also just boosted the online reputation of its front runner vehicle. 24. The post-apocalyptic warrior 2017 Ford Raptor 2017 Ford Raptor|Micah Wright/Autos Cheat Sheet If you find yourself stuck when traveling after an armageddon, we suggest flagging down a 2017 Raptor. Ford took the concept of a performance pickup and ran with it below, gearing up Raptor with 510 pound-feet of torque as well as significant interior comforts. Nevertheless, we'll merely mention the extremely appealing aesthetic cues. We can't think of a cooler-looking pickup when driving. 25. The 2018 edition Ford F-150 for the 2018 model year 2018 Ford F-150|Ford One century after Ford debuted its first Version T truck, the 2018 F-150 went into the scene. New advanced crash protection modern technology and the F-150's ideal towing capabilities were crucial upgrades. On the other hand, basic start-stop functions made it much more affordable than any type of previous version. While we're not exactly sure concerning the following century of vehicle manufacturing, Ford closed its first 100 years at work stylishly.

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<h1>The Outstanding Background of the Iconic Ford F-150</h1><br>

A red 1980 Ford F-150 Personalized While the Ford F-150's history formally started in 1975, earlier trucks laid the groundwork for America's favored vehicle|Ford You can question just about anything concerning cars and vehicles, yet one thing is impossible to suggest: Ford F-150 is the indisputable heavyweight champion of American roadways. No automobile has been even more vital or sold more models given that this pick-up's launching in 1975. As of 2017, the F-150 and also its heavy-duty equivalents covered the sales graphes for 35 straight years. That's quite a run, as well as these trucks defeated the competitors in their sector for also longer (40 successive years). However the F-Series pickups didn't appeared of nowhere during the 1970s. Ford released its renowned pick-up way back in 1948, after The second world war. Before the F-1 debut that year, the automaker's trucks were merely customized cars and trucks. The 1948 design transformed that, and also the F-Series proceeded its advancement into the 21st century. Nowadays, the F-150 and sturdy designs sport the most sophisticated tech as well as interior comfort that pickup have actually ever before seen. It absolutely didn't begin in this way. Right here are 25 pictures of Ford's F-Series pick-ups-- from the earliest days of its predecessors to the latest off-road conqueror. 1. Ford Design T vehicle 1925 Ford Version T truck 1925 Ford Version T truck|The Henry Ford To find the beginnings of Ford trucks, we have to go right back to the 1910s, when the car manufacturer transformed the Model T into a pickup. As the picture shows, this vehicle was little greater than a roadster with a flatbed fitted over the back wheels. Nevertheless, even such a fundamental arrangement obtained items relocating the very early days of customer transport. 2. Greater energy in the 1930s 1932 Ford Roadster pickup

By 1932, Ford trucks enhanced substantially in the energy division|Ford While there was obvious allure for a Version T vehicle, Ford surpassed the idea with the Design An and also Design B. The bed was longer as well as the weight circulation much better, so there was plenty of appeal for vehicle customers during the Depression, especially with the arrival of the truck's V8 engine. Yet it was still a roadster and had its share of constraints. 3. Joining the 1940s war initiative 1941 Ford Express Ford vehicles entered into the war effort after 1941|Ford The hardtop, long-bed vehicle principle materialized by the late 1930s, and also by the time 1941 designs showed up, there were numerous choices for customers. Among the selections were new V6 engines to go along with the V8 and also four-cylinder options. Ford borrowed both the grille styling and the underlying platform from autos below, and also introduced added truck plants by 1941 in case the United States entered the war. Customer production ended for numerous years after the Pearl Harbor invasion.

4. Birth of the F-Series 2 males putting on stetson lean on a red Ford F-1 vehicle as it sits parked before a residence Ford F-1 truck from its launching year|Ford Complying With World War II, Ford released its first brand new vehicle platform with 8 different models. From the half-ton F-1 to the three-ton F-8, customers had a lot of choices. Engine options ranged from a 95-horsepower V6 to a 100-horsepower V8. F-Series trucks started with a simple, utilitarian look as well as greater functionality than its predecessors. 5. F-100 marks a brand-new generation A pale eco-friendly 1953 Ford F-100 1953 Ford F-100|Ford In 1953, Ford celebrated its 50th anniversary with the introduction of 2nd generation F-Series designs. The front grille transformed significantly (brand-new engines likewise got here), yet this redesign was extra comprehensive. An enhanced V8 engine, longer measurements, far better presence, and also automatic transmission were presented. So were hood ornaments as well as the classification we recognize today: F-100 and also F-250 changed the 3 lightest pick-ups in the lineup. 6. Even more power for 1954 A red 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor as well as combine drives through an area 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor and combine|Ford Updates for F-Series trucks proceeded throughout the 2nd generation While the wraparound windshield provided boosted presence for motorists, updated power specs broadened their options on the work site. 6 cylinder engines maxed out at 115 equines by 1954, while the V8 engine forged ahead to 130 horse power. Even more power came over the 1956 design year, with the F-Series V8 engine delivering up to 173 steeds, according to Edmunds. 7. F-Series 3rd generation. A front-facing Ford F-100 from 1960 1960 Ford F-100|Ford You can not help gazing adjustment in the face when contrasting the 2nd and also third generations of F-Series vehicles A square grille as well as double the number of fronts lights greeted Ford truck consumers beginning in 1960. 3 years previously, the 1957 versions debuted the pick-up's bigger cab and other updates. Beginning in 1959, Ford started using four-wheel drive in manufacturing facility designs. 8. 4th generation Ford trucks. 1963 Ford F-250 rests parked on a rocky surface 1963 Ford F-250|Ford With 4x4 capability and over 200 horsepower showing up by 1965, 4th generation Ford trucks continued the march to the modern age. Super Task trucks had actually made their debut in 1958, and also this shot from 1963 is a look at the version year's Ford F-250. Two fronts lights returned for those who ran by evening. 9. Debut of the Ranger 1967 Ford F-100 Ranger 1967 F-100 Ranger|Ford Beginning with the F-Series's 5th generation, vehicle consumers might select from 3 trims: base, personalized, and Ranger. Opting for the Ranger suggested carpet floors, a typical chrome grille, as well as a lot more comfortable seats. By 1970, before 5th generation designs finished their run, a fourth trim (XLT) got in the picture. 10. Much more design and functionality 1971 Ford F-250 rests parked in the grass 1971 Ford F-250|Ford Rules mandated side reflectors beginning in 1968, and also this sturdy version from 1971 shows how Ford rolled that right into a badging chance. An updated V8 engine now delivered up to 220 horsepower. Meanwhile, the unrelenting restyling of the grille continued apace. 11. A powerhouse 6th generation 1973 Ford F-Series pick-up Sight of a Ford F-Series on the Louisville, Kentucky production line, circa 1973|Ford Sixth-generation (1973 to 1979) F-Series vehicles were impressive for a number of reasons, however we'll start with the arrival of SuperCab for 1974. Dodge had pioneered the pickup with additional seats, as well as Ford really felt obliged to respond. Yet another V8 engine entered the picture too. But America's favored vehicle was about to be born. 12. Birth of the Ford F-150 A red 1975 Ford F-150 sits parked in front of a building site 1975 Ford F-150|Ford Why was the F-150 essential? By the mid-1970s, consumers found themselves caught between the not-quite-capable-enough F-100 and the magnificent F-250. This model bridged the gap starting in 1975, and concerning one third of F-Series sales were made up of F-150s that year. While America commemorated its bicentennial in 1976, F-Series trucks started their run atop the sales list that remains to this particular day. 13. The decisive 7th generation 1980 Ford F-150 Ranger sits parked atop a hill F-150 Ranger from the 1980 version year|Ford To place the 7th generation's influence in viewpoint, we resort to historian James W. Wagner. "The 1980 version was a breakthrough generation," Wagner said. "It was all brand-new-- most likely the greatest modification in 40 years-- and also had a strong sob story with the twin I-beam front suspension. It appears from that point on, points really went Ford's means as for vehicles were concerned." 14. Personalized plans as well as death to F-100 F-150 from 1985 sits parked before a lake By 1985, a new focus on design and also-- extra importantly-- way of living had actually gotten in the picture|Ford Beginning in the early 1980s, Ford truck consumers can style their associate customized paint packages. The new concentrate on way of living triggered marketing images such as this one showcasing a family members enjoying a day by the lake. These trucks delivered at the workplace and also were comfortable enough to delight in after hours, Ford suggested by means of its marketing. Keep in mind the blue-oval emblem making its opening night on the grille. F-100 manufacturing ended in 1983. 15. Go into eighth generation Historical shot of 1989 Ford F-150 1989 Ford F-150|Ford Starting with the 1987 version year, Ford F-Series trucks had actually entered their 8th generation. Wraparound auto parking lights and also common gas injection were two key upgrades. F-350 and also much heavier versions entered into a brand-new Super Obligation line. The freshly simplified grille delighted in a long term through the following generations. 16. New styling hints after 1991 A black 1991 Ford F-150 1991 Ford F-150 with 'Nite' package|Ford In the last years of the F-Series's eighth generation, vehicle enthusiasts obtained brand-new performance and also styling plans. Among them, the sturdy service plan made the work for snow plows simpler. For 1991, the "Nite" bundle provided a blacked-out F-150 for consumers wanting to attract attention from the legions of Ford vehicle owners. 17. The high-performance F-150 A red 1993 Ford F-150 SVT Lightning 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning|Ford As of 1992, when the nine generation F-Series made its launching, Ford had delighted in well over a decade at the top of America's sales graphes. Normally, the car manufacturer saw an opportunity to experiment as well as released a performance design with the Special Vehicle Team in its inaugural year. Using its exceptional handling, this 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning can equal or defeat a 1993 Ford Mustang GT in long track runs. 18. 09 f150 grille Much more ninth generation changes 1996 F-150 SuperCab sits parked atop a hill 1996 F-150 SuperCab|Ford In addition to brand-new efficiency versions, the Ford F-Series additionally obtained significant aesthetic upgrades in its nine generation Designers were wanting to attract yet one more young generation of customers. A special Eddie Bauer trim got in the picture in 1995. 19. F-Series marks its 10th generation. Ford F-150 from the 1998 design year 1998 Ford F-150|Ford Major modifications shown up with the 10th generation of F-Series trucks that commenced in 1997. The nameplate celebrated its 50th anniversary in 1998 as well as (to note its modernity) Ford dropped chrome from the grille as well as added more contours than these vehicles had shown off in years. Durable trucks obtained their own F-Series Super Responsibility line beginning in 1999. 20. F-Series for the 21st century 2004 Ford F-Series 2004 Ford F-Series makes its launching|Mike Heffner/Getty Images The initial redesign of the brand-new millennium brought a brand new system for the F-150 (2004) and, ultimately, for the Super Obligation trucks (2008 ). Developers had actually stressed even better convenience as well as designing in the flagship pickup for the 11th generation This version cycle had a really short run, as well as finished at the beginning of the Great Economic downturn. 21. A brawnier 12th generation. A F-150 pick-up sits on the setting up floor at the Kansas City Ford Setting up plant October 2, 2008 in Claycomo, Missouri. 2009 Ford F-150|Larry W. Smith/Getty Images War time America appeared to exert its impact on the 12th generation of F-Series trucks. There was no doubt the intensity of the 2009 F-150 with its vibrant grille and also aggressive stance. Midway via the version cycle (2011 ), Ford confronted soaring fuel costs with the very first 3.5-liter EcoBoost V6 engine in the F-150. 22. Super Task grows in online reputation 2012 Ford F-Series Super Task 2012 Ford F-Series Super Obligation|Ford Towards completion of the 12th generation of F-Series vehicles, Ford Super Obligation models diverted near perfection. The 6.7-liter Power Stroke turbo diesel engine ended up being an option in 2011. A couple of years later, with a number of decades in the books and also countless models on the roadway, iSeeCars.com counted much more F-250 Super Obligation trucks over 200,000 miles than any other car. 23. The aluminum F-150 A red redesigned Ford F-150 Platinum-trim 2015 Ford F-150|Ford If you consider serious automaker gambles, the 13th generation F-150 is near the first. After a number of years atop the sales charts, Ford left behind steel for an aluminum truck body-- and also it worked. The brand-new F-150 came to be the first pick-up to obtain a first-class NHTSA safety score and also an Insurance policy Institute for Highway Security Top Safety Select designation. Since the outcomes are in, we can claim Ford toenailed the redesign and also only enhanced the reputation of its front runner truck. 24. The post-apocalyptic warrior 2017 Ford Raptor 2017 Ford Raptor|Micah Wright/Autos Cheat Sheet If you find yourself stuck when traveling after an apocalypse, we suggest flagging down a 2017 Raptor. Ford took the idea of a performance pick-up and ran with it here, equipping Raptor with 510 pound-feet of torque and also substantial indoor conveniences. However, we'll just point out the very appealing aesthetic cues. We can't think about a cooler-looking pick-up when traveling. 25. The 2018 version Ford F-150 for the 2018 model year 2018 Ford F-150|Ford One century after Ford debuted its very first Model T vehicle, the 2018 F-150 got in the scene. New progressed collision security modern technology and the F-150's ideal towing capabilities were key upgrades. At the same time, conventional start-stop features made it more cost-effective than any kind of previous version. While we're uncertain concerning the next century of vehicle production, Ford shut its initial 100 years on the job in vogue.

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<h1>The Outstanding History of the Iconic Ford F-150</h1><br>

A red 1980 Ford F-150 Custom While the Ford F-150's history formally started in 1975, earlier trucks laid the groundwork for America's favorite lorry|Ford You can dispute practically anything worrying vehicles and also trucks, however something is difficult to argue: Ford F-150 is the undisputed heavyweight champ of American roadways. No vehicle has been more vital or sold even more designs given that this pickup's debut in 1975. Since 2017, the F-150 as well as its durable equivalents covered the sales graphes for 35 straight years. That's quite a run, and these vehicles defeated the competition in their section for also longer (40 consecutive years). However the F-Series pick-ups didn't appeared of nowhere during the 1970s. Ford launched its legendary pickup way back in 1948, following The second world war. Prior to the F-1 debut that year, the automaker's vehicles were merely modified cars. The 1948 model changed that, and the F-Series continued its evolution into the 21st century. These days, the F-150 and sturdy versions sport the most innovative technology and indoor convenience that pickup have ever before seen. It absolutely didn't start in this way. Here are 25 snapshots of Ford's F-Series pick-ups-- from the earliest days of its predecessors to the most recent off-road conqueror. 1. Ford Model T vehicle 1925 Ford Design T vehicle 1925 Ford Design T vehicle|The Henry Ford To discover the beginnings of Ford vehicles, we have to go completely back to the 1910s, when the automaker converted the Model T into a pick-up. As the picture reveals, this car was bit greater than a roadster with a flatbed fitted over the back wheels. Nevertheless, even such a fundamental configuration got products relocating the early days of customer transportation. 2. Greater utility in the 1930s 1932 Ford Roadster pickup By 1932, Ford vehicles boosted considerably in the energy department|Ford While there was apparent allure for a Version T truck, Ford surpassed the idea with the Model An as well as Version B. The bed was longer and the weight distribution better, so there was lots of appeal for truck buyers during the Depression, specifically with the arrival of the truck's V8 engine. Yet it was still a roadster and also had its share of limitations. 3. Signing up with the 1940s war initiative 1941 Ford Express Ford trucks entered into the battle effort after 1941|Ford The hardtop, long-bed truck concept materialized by the late 1930s, and by the time 1941 models showed up, there were numerous options for consumers. Amongst the selections were new V6 engines to accompany the V8 and also four-cylinder choices. Ford borrowed both the grille styling as well as the underlying platform from cars and trucks below, and launched additional truck plants by 1941 in case the USA entered the war. Consumer production finished for numerous years after the Pearl Harbor intrusion. 4. Birth of the F-Series 2 men wearing cowboy hats lean on a red Ford F-1 vehicle as it rests parked before a house Ford F-1 truck from its debut year|Ford Following World War II, Ford released its initial brand new vehicle platform with 8 various designs. From the half-ton F-1 to the three-ton F-8, customers had plenty of selections. Engine choices ranged from a 95-horsepower V6 to a 100-horsepower V8. F-Series trucks started with a simple, utilitarian appearance as well as better usefulness than its predecessors. 5. F-100 marks a brand-new generation A pale green 1953 Ford F-100

1953 Ford F-100|Ford In 1953, Ford commemorated its 50th wedding anniversary with the introduction of second generation F-Series models. The front grille changed substantially (brand-new engines likewise showed up), yet this redesign was a lot more considerable. A boosted V8 engine, longer dimensions, better presence, as well as transmission were presented. So were hood accessories and the classification we identify today: F-100 and F-250 changed the three lightest pickups in the schedule. 6. More power for 1954 A red 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor and also combine drives with an area 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor and also incorporate|Ford Updates for F-Series vehicles continued throughout the second generation While the wraparound windscreen supplied improved presence for drivers, upgraded power specs increased their choices on the job site. 6 cylinder engines maxed out at 115 horses by 1954, while the V8 engine pushed the envelope to 130 horse power. Much more power came over the 1956 version year, with the F-Series V8 engine delivering up to 173 horses, according to Edmunds. 7. F-Series third generation. A front-facing Ford F-100 from 1960 1960 Ford F-100|Ford You can not aid gazing change in the face when comparing the 2nd and third generations of F-Series trucks A square grille as well as double the number of headlights welcomed Ford truck consumers beginning in 1960. Three years earlier, the 1957 versions debuted the pick-up's broader cab and various other updates. Starting in 1959, Ford began using four-wheel drive in factory designs. 8. Fourth generation Ford vehicles. 1963 Ford F-250 sits parked on a rough terrain 1963 Ford F-250|Ford With four-wheel drive capability as well as over 200 horse power arriving by 1965, 4th generation Ford trucks proceeded the march to the modern-day age. Super Obligation trucks had actually made their launching in 1958, and this shot from 1963 is a check out the design year's Ford F-250. Two fronts lights returned for those that operated by night. 9. Debut of the Ranger 1967 Ford F-100 Ranger 1967 F-100 Ranger|Ford Beginning with the F-Series's fifth generation, truck customers can pick from three trims: base, custom-made, and also Ranger. Opting for the Ranger implied grassy floors, a standard chrome grille, as well as much more comfy seats. By 1970, before 5th generation versions finished their run, a fourth trim (XLT) went into the picture. 10. Much more style and also functionality 1971 Ford F-250 rests parked in the yard 1971 Ford F-250|Ford Laws mandated side reflectors starting in 1968, as well as this durable model from 1971 demonstrate how Ford rolled that right into a badging chance. An updated V8 engine now delivered up to 220 horsepower. At the same time, the relentless restyling of the grille proceeded apace. 11. A powerhouse sixth generation 1973 Ford F-Series pickup Sight of a Ford F-Series on the Louisville, Kentucky production line, circa 1973|Ford Sixth-generation (1973 to 1979) F-Series vehicles were remarkable for a number of reasons, yet we'll start with the arrival of SuperCab for 1974. Dodge had originated the pickup with added seating, as well as Ford felt obliged to react. Yet an additional V8 engine went into the picture as well. However America's favored vehicle was about to be born. 12. Birth of the Ford F-150 A red 1975 Ford F-150 rests parked in front of a construction site 1975 Ford F-150|Ford Why was the F-150 necessary? By the mid-1970s, consumers found themselves caught in between the not-quite-capable-enough F-100 and the magnificent F-250. This model bridged the gap starting in 1975, as well as regarding one third of F-Series sales were comprised of F-150s that year. While America commemorated its bicentennial in 1976, F-Series trucks started their run atop the sales checklist that continues to now. 13. The decisive seventh generation 1980 Ford F-150 Ranger rests parked atop a hill F-150 Ranger from the 1980 design year|Ford To place the 7th generation's effect in viewpoint, we turn to historian James W. Wagner. "The 1980 version was an advancement generation," Wagner stated. "It was all brand-new-- most likely the best change in 40 years-- as well as had a strong sob story with the twin I-beam front suspension. It appears from that factor on, things actually went Ford's means regarding trucks were worried." 14. Custom packages and fatality to F-100 F-150 from 1985 rests parked in front of a lake By 1985, a brand-new focus on design as well as-- more importantly-- lifestyle had gone into the picture|Ford Starting in the early 1980s, Ford truck customers might style their trucks with customized paint bundles. The brand-new concentrate on way of living prompted promotional pictures such as this one showcasing a family members taking pleasure in a day by the lake. These vehicles provided at work as well as fit sufficient to take pleasure in after hours, Ford suggested by means of its advertising and marketing. Note the blue-oval symbol making its opening night on the grille. F-100 manufacturing ended in 1983. 15. Get in 8th generation Archival shot of 1989 Ford F-150 1989 Ford F-150|Ford Starting with the 1987 design year, Ford F-Series vehicles had entered their 8th generation. Wraparound auto parking lights and also basic gas shot were 2 key upgrades. F-350 and heavier models became part of a brand-new Super Task line. The recently simplified grille appreciated a long term with the following generations. 16. New styling signs after 1991 A black 1991 Ford F-150 1991 Ford F-150 with 'Nite' package|Ford In the final years of the F-Series's eighth generation, vehicle enthusiasts obtained brand-new performance and also styling bundles. Among them, the heavy-duty service plan made the job for snow plows less complicated. For 1991, the "Nite" plan provided a blacked-out F-150 for customers seeking to stick out from the myriads of Ford vehicle proprietors. 17. The high-performance F-150 A red 1993 Ford F-150 SVT Lightning 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning|Ford As of 1992, when the ninth generation F-Series made its debut, Ford had actually taken pleasure in more than a decade at the top of America's sales charts. Normally, the car manufacturer saw an opportunity to experiment as well as released a performance version with the Unique Lorry Group in its inaugural year. Utilizing its outstanding handling, this 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning could amount to or beat a 1993 Ford Mustang GT in long track runs. 18. More 9th generation modifications 1996 F-150 SuperCab rests parked atop a hill 1996 F-150 SuperCab|Ford On top of brand-new efficiency models, the Ford F-Series also obtained significant cosmetic upgrades in its 9th generation Developers were wanting to attract yet another young generation of customers. An unique Eddie Bauer trim got in the picture in 1995. 19. F-Series marks its 10th generation. Ford F-150 from the 1998 version year 1998 Ford F-150|Ford Major changes shown up with the 10th generation of F-Series trucks that commenced in 1997. The nameplate celebrated its 50th wedding anniversary in 1998 as well as (to mark its modernity) Ford went down chrome from the grille and also included more curves than these vehicles had sported in years. Durable vehicles got their very own F-Series Super Obligation line starting in 1999. 20. F-Series for the 21st century 2004 Ford F-Series 2004 Ford F-Series makes its debut|Mike Heffner/Getty Images The first redesign of the new millennium brought an all-new platform for the F-150 (2004) and, ultimately, for the Super Task trucks (2008 ). Developers had highlighted even better convenience and designing in the flagship pick-up for the 11th generation This version cycle had an extremely brief run, as well as finished at the start of the Great Economic crisis. 21. A brawnier 12th generation. A F-150 pickup rests on the assembly flooring at the Kansas City Ford Assembly plant October 2, 2008 in Claycomo, Missouri. 2009 Ford F-150|Larry W. Smith/Getty Images Wartime America seemed to exert its impact on the 12th generation of F-Series vehicles. There was no doubt the intensity of the 2009 F-150 with its bold grille and hostile stance. Midway via the version cycle (2011 ), Ford challenged skyrocketing gas costs with the initial 3.5-liter EcoBoost V6 engine in the F-150. 05 f150 black grille 22. Super Task expands in online reputation 2012 Ford F-Series Super Task 2012 Ford F-Series Super Responsibility|Ford Towards completion of the 12th generation of F-Series trucks, Ford Super Obligation designs veered near perfection. The 6.7-liter Power Stroke turbo diesel motor ended up being an alternative in 2011. A few years later, with several decades in the books and also millions of models on the road, iSeeCars.com counted a lot more F-250 Super Task trucks above 200,000 miles than any other lorry. 23. The aluminum F-150 A red upgraded Ford F-150 Platinum-trim 2015 Ford F-150|Ford If you think of severe automaker gambles, the 13th generation F-150 is near the top of the list. After numerous decades atop the sales charts, Ford left behind steel for a light weight aluminum truck body-- and it functioned. The new F-150 came to be the first pick-up to get a five-star NHTSA safety ranking and also an Insurance Institute for Freeway Safety And Security Top Safety Select designation. Now that the results are in, we can claim Ford toenailed the redesign as well as just improved the credibility of its flagship vehicle. 24. The post-apocalyptic warrior 2017 Ford Raptor 2017 Ford Raptor|Micah Wright/Autos Cheat Sheet If you find yourself stuck when traveling after an armageddon, we suggest flagging down a 2017 Raptor. Ford took the concept of a performance pickup as well as ran with it here, equipping Raptor with 510 pound-feet of torque and significant indoor conveniences. Nonetheless, we'll just mention the really attractive aesthetic cues. We can not think of a cooler-looking pickup when driving. 25. The 2018 edition Ford F-150 for the 2018 version year 2018 Ford F-150|Ford One century after Ford debuted its initial Design T vehicle, the 2018 F-150 got in the scene. New advanced accident defense modern technology and the F-150's best towing capabilities were key upgrades. Meanwhile, conventional start-stop functions made it much more economical than any type of previous design. While we're not sure concerning the following century of vehicle production, Ford shut its initial 100 years at work stylishly.

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A red 1980 Ford F-150 Custom-made While the Ford F-150's history officially began in 1975, earlier vehicles prepared for America's favored vehicle|Ford You can question almost anything concerning cars and trucks and also trucks, however one point is difficult to say: Ford F-150 is the indisputable heavyweight champion of American roadways. No car has actually been more crucial or offered more designs given that this pickup's launching in 1975. As of 2017, the F-150 and its heavy-duty equivalents topped the sales charts for 35 straight years. That's quite a run, and also these vehicles defeated the competitors in their sector for also longer (40 successive years). But the F-Series pick-ups didn't come out of no place during the 1970s. Ford launched its legendary pick-up back in 1948, just after World War II. Prior to the F-1 debut that year, the automaker's vehicles were merely changed vehicles. The 1948 version changed that, and also the F-Series continued its evolution right into the 21st century. Nowadays, the F-150 as well as durable models sport one of the most innovative tech and also indoor comfort that pickup have ever seen. It definitely really did not begin that way. Right here are 25 pictures of Ford's F-Series pickups-- from the earliest days of its precursors to the most up to date off-road conqueror. 1. Ford Design T vehicle 1925 Ford Version T vehicle 1925 Ford Model T truck|The Henry Ford To discover the beginnings of Ford vehicles, we need to go completely back to the 1910s, when the car manufacturer converted the Model T into a pickup. As the picture reveals, this car was bit greater than a roadster with a flatbed fitted over the back wheels. However, even such a standard setup obtained products relocating the early days of consumer transportation. 2. Greater utility in the 1930s 1932 Ford Roadster pick-up By 1932, Ford trucks boosted considerably in the utility division|Ford While there was apparent allure for a Version T truck, Ford improved upon the concept with the Version An as well as Version B. The bed was longer and the weight distribution much better, so there was lots of charm for truck customers during the Anxiety, specifically with the arrival of the truck's V8 engine. Yet it was still a roadster and also had its share of restrictions. 3. Signing up with the 1940s war initiative 1941 Ford Express Ford vehicles became part of the war initiative after 1941|Ford The hardtop, long-bed truck idea took form by the late 1930s, as well as by the time 1941 designs appeared, there were a number of alternatives for consumers. Among the choices were new V6 engines to accompany the V8 and also four-cylinder options. Ford borrowed both the grille styling and the underlying platform from cars and trucks below, and also launched additional truck plants by 1941 in case the USA went into the battle. Customer manufacturing ended for numerous years after the Pearl Harbor intrusion. 4. Birth of the F-Series 2 men wearing cowboy hats lean on a red Ford F-1 vehicle as it rests parked before a home Ford F-1 truck from its debut year|Ford Complying With The Second World War, Ford released its first brand new vehicle system with eight various models. From the half-ton F-1 to the three-ton F-8, consumers had plenty of choices. Engine choices ranged from a 95-horsepower V6 to a 100-horsepower V8. F-Series vehicles began with a simple, utilitarian look as well as higher practicality than its predecessors. 5. F-100 marks a new generation A light eco-friendly 1953 Ford F-100 1953 Ford F-100|Ford In 1953, Ford commemorated its 50th anniversary with the introduction of 2nd generation F-Series models. The front grille altered considerably (brand-new engines likewise arrived), however this redesign was extra considerable. An enhanced V8 engine, longer dimensions, better presence, and also transmission were introduced. So were hood accessories as well as the nomenclature we identify today: F-100 and F-250 changed the three lightest pick-ups in the schedule. 6. Even more power for 1954 A red 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor and also integrate drives via a field 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor as well as combine|Ford Updates for F-Series vehicles continued throughout the second generation While the wraparound windshield supplied enhanced presence for drivers, updated power specs increased their choices on the job site. 6 cylinder engines maxed out at 115 steeds by 1954, while the V8 engine forged ahead to 130 horse power. Even more power visited the 1956 design year, with the F-Series V8 engine delivering up to 173 equines, according to Edmunds. 7. F-Series third generation. A front-facing Ford F-100 from 1960 1960 Ford F-100|Ford You can't help gazing adjustment in the face when contrasting the 2nd as well as 3rd generations of F-Series trucks A square grille and double the number of headlights welcomed Ford truck customers beginning in 1960. 3 years earlier, the 1957 designs debuted the pick-up's larger taxicab and also various other updates. Starting in 1959, Ford began offering 4x4 in manufacturing facility versions. 8. Fourth generation Ford trucks. 1963 Ford F-250 sits parked on a rocky surface 1963 Ford F-250|Ford With four-wheel drive ability and also over 200 horsepower showing up by 1965, 4th generation Ford vehicles proceeded the march to the modern age. Super Obligation vehicles had actually made their launching in 1958, as well as this shot from 1963 is a take a look at the model year's Ford F-250. 2 headlights returned for those that ran by night. 9. Debut of the Ranger 1967 Ford F-100 Ranger 1967 F-100 Ranger|Ford Beginning with the F-Series's fifth generation, vehicle customers might choose from three trims: base, custom, and Ranger. Selecting the Ranger indicated carpet floorings, a standard chrome grille, and also much more comfortable seats. By 1970, prior to fifth generation designs finished their run, a fourth trim (XLT) went into the picture. 10. A lot more design as well as performance 1971 Ford F-250 rests parked in the lawn 1971 Ford F-250|Ford Regulations mandated side reflectors beginning in 1968, and this durable design from 1971 demonstrate how Ford rolled that into a badging chance. An upgraded V8 engine now delivered up to 220 horsepower. At the same time, the relentless restyling of the grille proceeded apace. 11. A giant sixth generation 1973 Ford F-Series pick-up Sight of a Ford F-Series on the Louisville, Kentucky production line, circa 1973|Ford Sixth-generation (1973 to 1979) F-Series trucks were exceptional for a number of factors, but we'll begin with the arrival of SuperCab for 1974. Dodge had originated the pick-up with extra seats, and also Ford really felt obliged to respond. Yet another V8 engine got in the picture as well. But America's favored vehicle will be birthed. 12. Birth of the Ford F-150 A red 1975 Ford F-150 rests parked before a construction site 1975 Ford F-150|Ford Why was the F-150 needed? By the mid-1970s, consumers found themselves caught between the not-quite-capable-enough F-100 as well as the magnificent F-250. This design bridged the gap starting in 1975, as well as about one third of F-Series sales were comprised of F-150s that year. While America commemorated its bicentennial in 1976, F-Series trucks started their run atop the sales listing that continues to today. 13. The decisive seventh generation 1980 Ford F-150 Ranger rests parked atop a mountain F-150 Ranger from the 1980 design year|Ford To put the seventh generation's effect in point of view, we turn to chronicler James W. Wagner. "The 1980 model was a breakthrough generation," Wagner claimed. "It was all new-- most likely the greatest modification in 40 years-- and had a strong emotional appeal with the twin I-beam front suspension. It seems from that factor on, things truly went Ford's way regarding trucks were worried." 14. Custom-made packages and also fatality to F-100 F-150 from 1985 rests parked in front of a lake By 1985, a new focus on style and also-- more importantly-- lifestyle had gotten in the picture|Ford Beginning in the very early 1980s, Ford vehicle consumers could style their trucks with customized paint packages. The new focus on way of living motivated promotional photos like this one showcasing a family members delighting in a day by the lake. These trucks supplied at the workplace and also fit enough to enjoy after hours, Ford suggested through its advertising and marketing. Keep in mind the blue-oval emblem making its first appearance on the grille. F-100 production finished in 1983. 15. Get in eighth generation Archival shot of 1989 Ford F-150 1989 Ford F-150|Ford Starting with the 1987 design year, Ford F-Series trucks had actually entered their eighth generation. Wraparound auto parking lights as well as common fuel shot were 2 vital upgrades. F-350 and also larger models became part of a new Super Obligation line. mustang front grille The newly streamlined grille appreciated a long run with the complying with generations. 16. New styling cues after 1991 A black 1991 Ford F-150 1991 Ford F-150 with 'Nite' plan|Ford In the last years of the F-Series's 8th generation, truck fans got new efficiency and designing packages. Amongst them, the durable solution bundle made the job for snow plows easier. For 1991, the "Nite" bundle supplied a blacked-out F-150 for consumers wanting to stand out from the legions of Ford truck owners. 17. The high-performance F-150 A red 1993 Ford F-150 SVT Lightning 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning|Ford As of 1992, when the 9th generation F-Series made its launching, Ford had actually taken pleasure in more than a decade on top of America's sales graphes. Normally, the automaker saw a chance to experiment as well as released a performance version through the Unique Lorry Group in its inaugural year. Utilizing its exceptional handling, this 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning could equate to or beat a 1993 Ford Mustang GT in long track runs. 18. More ninth generation changes 1996 F-150 SuperCab sits parked atop a mountain 1996 F-150 SuperCab|Ford On top of brand-new efficiency models, the Ford F-Series additionally got significant aesthetic upgrades in its 9th generation Designers were wanting to appeal to yet one more young generation of customers. An unique Eddie Bauer trim entered the picture in 1995. 19. F-Series marks its 10th generation. Ford F-150 from the 1998 design year 1998 Ford F-150|Ford Significant changes arrived with the 10th generation of F-Series vehicles that started in 1997. The nameplate celebrated its 50th anniversary in 1998 and (to mark its modernity) Ford went down chrome from the grille and also included even more curves than these trucks had shown off in years. Durable trucks got their own F-Series Super Obligation line beginning in 1999. 20. F-Series for the 21st century 2004 Ford F-Series 2004 Ford F-Series makes its debut|Mike Heffner/Getty Images The very first redesign of the new millennium brought a brand new system for the F-150 (2004) and also, ultimately, for the Super Task trucks (2008 ). Designers had emphasized even higher convenience and styling in the front runner pickup for the 11th generation This design cycle had a really brief run, and also finished at the beginning of the Great Recession.

21. A brawnier 12th generation. A F-150 pick-up rests on the setting up flooring at the Kansas City Ford Setting up plant October 2, 2008 in Claycomo, Missouri. 2009 Ford F-150|Larry W. Smith/Getty Images Wartime America appeared to apply its impact on the 12th generation of F-Series vehicles. There was no doubt the strength of the 2009 F-150 with its bold grille and aggressive stance. Midway via the model cycle (2011 ), Ford confronted rising fuel expenses with the first 3.5-liter EcoBoost V6 engine in the F-150. 22. Super Obligation expands in credibility 2012 Ford F-Series Super Duty 2012 Ford F-Series Super Duty|Ford Towards the end of the 12th generation of F-Series trucks, Ford Super Obligation versions diverted near perfection. The 6.7-liter Power Stroke turbo diesel engine ended up being a choice in 2011. A few years later, with numerous decades in the books and also millions of models on the roadway, iSeeCars.com counted much more F-250 Super Duty vehicles above 200,000 miles than any other automobile. 23. The light weight aluminum F-150 A red revamped Ford F-150 Platinum-trim 2015 Ford F-150|Ford If you consider serious automaker wagers, the 13th generation F-150 is near the first. After a number of years atop the sales graphes, Ford left behind steel for a light weight aluminum vehicle body-- and it worked. The new F-150 became the first pickup to obtain a luxury NHTSA safety rating and an Insurance Institute for Freeway Safety Top Safety Pick classification. Now that the results are in, we can say Ford nailed the redesign as well as only improved the reputation of its flagship vehicle. 24. The post-apocalyptic warrior 2017 Ford Raptor 2017 Ford Raptor|Micah Wright/Autos Cheat Sheet

If you find yourself stuck on the road after an armageddon, we suggest flagging down a 2017 Raptor. Ford took the idea of a performance pickup and kept up it here, gearing up Raptor with 510 pound-feet of torque as well as substantial interior comforts. However, we'll merely point out the very enticing aesthetic signs. We can not think of a cooler-looking pick-up when driving. 25. The 2018 version Ford F-150 for the 2018 version year 2018 Ford F-150|Ford One century after Ford debuted its initial Model T vehicle, the 2018 F-150 entered the scene. New progressed accident protection technology and the F-150's finest towing abilities were crucial upgrades. Meanwhile, typical start-stop features made it extra affordable than any type of previous model. While we're unsure regarding the next century of vehicle production, Ford shut its initial 100 years on duty in vogue.

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<h1>The Remarkable Background of the Iconic Ford F-150</h1><br>

A red 1980 Ford F-150 Custom-made While the Ford F-150's history officially began in 1975, earlier vehicles prepared for America's favored automobile|Ford You can debate just about anything concerning vehicles and vehicles, but one thing is impossible to suggest: Ford F-150 is the undeniable heavyweight champ of American roadways. No lorry has been even more important or offered more models because this pick-up's debut in 1975. As of 2017, the F-150 as well as its durable counterparts covered the sales graphes for 35 straight years. That's quite a run, and also these vehicles beat the competitors in their section for also longer (40 consecutive years). But the F-Series pickups didn't appeared of no place throughout the 1970s. Ford introduced its iconic pick-up way back in 1948, after The second world war. Prior to the F-1 launching that year, the car manufacturer's trucks were simply modified vehicles. The 1948 design changed that, and the F-Series proceeded its development right into the 21st century. Nowadays, the F-150 as well as durable models sport one of the most advanced technology and indoor comfort that pickup have ever before seen. It absolutely didn't begin by doing this. Here are 25 snapshots of Ford's F-Series pick-ups-- from the earliest days of its predecessors to the most up to date off-road conqueror. 1. Ford Version T vehicle 1925 Ford Version T vehicle 1925 Ford Model T vehicle|The Henry Ford To discover the origins of Ford trucks, we have to go completely back to the 1910s, when the car manufacturer transformed the Model T right into a pick-up. As the picture shows, this vehicle was bit more than a roadster with a flatbed fitted over the back wheels. Nonetheless, also such a basic configuration got items relocating the very early days of customer transport. 06 f150 raptor grill 2. Greater utility in the 1930s 1932 Ford Roadster pickup By 1932, Ford trucks boosted significantly in the utility department|Ford While there was evident appeal for a Version T vehicle, Ford improved upon the concept with the Version An and Model B. The bed was longer as well as the weight circulation better, so there was lots of appeal for vehicle customers throughout the Depression, particularly with the arrival of the vehicle's V8 engine. Yet it was still a roadster and had its share of constraints. 3. Joining the 1940s war effort 1941 Ford Express Ford vehicles entered into the battle initiative after 1941|Ford The hardtop, long-bed truck principle materialized by the late 1930s, and also by the time 1941 versions appeared, there were several alternatives for customers. Among the options were brand-new V6 engines to accompany the V8 and also four-cylinder choices. Ford obtained both the grille styling as well as the underlying platform from automobiles here, and also introduced extra truck plants by 1941 in case the United States entered the war. Customer manufacturing ended for numerous years after the Pearl Harbor intrusion. 4. Birth of the F-Series Two men wearing stetson lean on a red Ford F-1 truck as it rests parked before a house Ford F-1 truck from its debut year|Ford Complying With The Second World War, Ford introduced its very first all-new truck system with eight different designs. From the half-ton F-1 to the three-ton F-8, consumers had plenty of selections. Engine choices ranged from a 95-horsepower V6 to a 100-horsepower V8. F-Series trucks began with a modest, utilitarian appearance and also higher usefulness than its precursors. 5. F-100 marks a new generation A light eco-friendly 1953 Ford F-100 1953 Ford F-100|Ford In 1953, Ford celebrated its 50th wedding anniversary with the introduction of second generation F-Series versions. The front grille changed considerably (new engines additionally showed up), but this redesign was more comprehensive. A boosted V8 engine, longer measurements, better presence, and also automatic transmission were presented. So were hood ornaments as well as the classification we identify today: F-100 as well as F-250 replaced the three lightest pickups in the schedule. 6. Even more power for 1954 A red 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor as well as combine drives via an area 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor as well as combine|Ford Updates for F-Series trucks proceeded throughout the second generation While the wraparound windshield offered enhanced exposure for drivers, updated power specifications increased their alternatives on the job site. 6 cylinder engines maxed out at 115 equines by 1954, while the V8 engine pushed the envelope to 130 horsepower. Even more power came over the 1956 version year, with the F-Series V8 engine delivering up to 173 equines, according to Edmunds. 7. F-Series third generation. A front-facing Ford F-100 from 1960 1960 Ford F-100|Ford You can not assist staring adjustment in the face when comparing the second and also third generations of F-Series trucks A square grille and increase the number of fronts lights welcomed Ford truck consumers beginning in 1960. Three years previously, the 1957 versions debuted the pickup's wider taxicab as well as other updates. Beginning in 1959, Ford began providing 4x4 in manufacturing facility models. 8. Fourth generation Ford vehicles. 1963 Ford F-250 sits parked on a rocky terrain 1963 Ford F-250|Ford With four-wheel drive capacity and also over 200 horse power showing up by 1965, fourth generation Ford vehicles proceeded the march to the modern age. Super Task trucks had made their debut in 1958, and this shot from 1963 is a take a look at the model year's Ford F-250. Two headlights returned for those that ran by evening. 9. Launching of the Ranger 1967 Ford F-100 Ranger 1967 F-100 Ranger|Ford Starting with the F-Series's 5th generation, truck customers might select from 3 trims: base, personalized, and Ranger. Choosing the Ranger meant grassy floorings, a typical chrome grille, as well as much more comfy seats. By 1970, before fifth generation models ended their run, a 4th trim (XLT) got in the picture. 10. Extra style and also functionality 1971 Ford F-250 rests parked in the grass 1971 Ford F-250|Ford Laws mandated side reflectors starting in 1968, as well as this heavy-duty model from 1971 shows how Ford rolled that into a badging opportunity. An upgraded V8 engine now delivered up to 220 horse power. At the same time, the relentless restyling of the grille proceeded apace. 11. A powerhouse sixth generation 1973 Ford F-Series pick-up View of a Ford F-Series on the Louisville, Kentucky assembly line, circa 1973|Ford Sixth-generation (1973 to 1979) F-Series vehicles were remarkable for a number of reasons, but we'll begin with the arrival of SuperCab for 1974. Dodge had spearheaded the pickup with extra seats, and Ford felt required to respond. Yet another V8 engine entered the picture too. But America's favorite truck was about to be birthed. 12. Birth of the Ford F-150 A red 1975 Ford F-150 sits parked in front of a construction website 1975 Ford F-150|Ford Why was the F-150 needed? By the mid-1970s, consumers found themselves caught between the not-quite-capable-enough F-100 as well as the mighty F-250. This version bridged the gap beginning in 1975, as well as concerning one third of F-Series sales were made up of F-150s that year. While America commemorated its bicentennial in 1976, F-Series vehicles began their run atop the sales checklist that remains to this particular day. 13. The decisive 7th generation 1980 Ford F-150 Ranger sits parked atop a mountain F-150 Ranger from the 1980 model year|Ford To put the seventh generation's influence in perspective, we look to chronicler James W. Wagner. "The 1980 model was an advancement generation," Wagner stated. "It was all brand-new-- most likely the greatest adjustment in 40 years-- and had a solid emotional appeal with the twin I-beam front suspension. It seems from that factor on, points truly went Ford's means as far as trucks were concerned." 14. Custom packages as well as fatality to F-100 F-150 from 1985 rests parked in front of a lake By 1985, a new focus on style and-- a lot more notably-- way of life had actually entered the picture|Ford Starting in the early 1980s, Ford truck consumers might style their trucks with personalized paint packages. The new focus on way of life motivated promotional photos such as this one showcasing a family members appreciating a day by the lake. These trucks delivered at work and fit sufficient to appreciate after hrs, Ford suggested using its advertising and marketing. Keep in mind the blue-oval symbol making its first appearance on the grille. F-100 production ended in 1983. 15. Go into eighth generation Archival shot of 1989 Ford F-150 1989 Ford F-150|Ford Beginning with the 1987 model year, Ford F-Series vehicles had actually entered their 8th generation. Wraparound auto parking lights as well as conventional fuel injection were two essential upgrades. F-350 and also heavier models became part of a new Super Responsibility line. The freshly simplified grille enjoyed a long run with the complying with generations. 16. New styling hints after 1991 A black 1991 Ford F-150 1991 Ford F-150 with 'Nite' bundle|Ford In the last years of the F-Series's 8th generation, vehicle fans got brand-new efficiency and also styling bundles. Among them, the sturdy service bundle made the task for snow plows easier. For 1991, the "Nite" bundle delivered a blacked-out F-150 for consumers looking to stick out from the legions of Ford vehicle owners. 17. The high-performance F-150 A red 1993 Ford F-150 SVT Lightning 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning|Ford Since 1992, when the 9th generation F-Series made its launching, Ford had actually enjoyed more than a years on top of America's sales charts. Normally, the car manufacturer saw a possibility to experiment and launched a performance version through the Special Vehicle Team in its inaugural year. Utilizing its remarkable handling, this 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning might amount to or defeat a 1993 Ford Mustang GT in long track runs. 18. Much more nine generation modifications 1996 F-150 SuperCab rests parked atop a hill 1996 F-150 SuperCab|Ford On top of brand-new performance models, the Ford F-Series additionally obtained significant cosmetic upgrades in its 9th generation Developers were looking to interest yet one more young generation of customers. A special Eddie Bauer trim entered the picture in 1995. 19. F-Series notes its 10th generation. Ford F-150 from the 1998 version year 1998 Ford F-150|Ford Major adjustments gotten here with the 10th generation of F-Series trucks that began in 1997. The nameplate celebrated its 50th wedding anniversary in 1998 as well as (to mark its modernity) Ford dropped chrome from the grille as well as added more contours than these trucks had actually sported in decades. Heavy-duty trucks obtained their very own F-Series Super Obligation line starting in 1999. 20. F-Series for the 21st century 2004 Ford F-Series 2004 Ford F-Series makes its launching|Mike Heffner/Getty Images The first redesign of the new millennium brought an all-new system for the F-150 (2004) and, lastly, for the Super Duty trucks (2008 ). Developers had actually highlighted even better convenience as well as designing in the front runner pickup for the 11th generation This version cycle had a really brief run, as well as ended at the start of the Great Recession. 21. A brawnier 12th generation. A F-150 pick-up rests on the assembly flooring at the Kansas City Ford Assembly plant October 2, 2008 in Claycomo, Missouri. 2009 Ford F-150|Larry W. Smith/Getty Images Wartime America appeared to apply its influence on the 12th generation of F-Series trucks. There was no questioning the intensity of the 2009 F-150 with its bold grille as well as hostile stance. Midway via the model cycle (2011 ), Ford challenged soaring gas prices with the very first 3.5-liter EcoBoost V6 engine in the F-150. 22. Super Obligation expands in credibility 2012 Ford F-Series Super Obligation 2012 Ford F-Series Super Task|Ford Toward the end of the 12th generation of F-Series trucks, Ford Super Obligation designs drifted close to perfection. The 6.7-liter Power Stroke turbo diesel engine ended up being an alternative in 2011. A few years later on, with numerous decades in guides as well as numerous models on the road, iSeeCars.com counted a lot more F-250 Super Task vehicles above 200,000 miles than any other automobile. 23. The aluminum F-150 A red redesigned Ford F-150 Platinum-trim 2015 Ford F-150|Ford If you think of major automaker wagers, the 13th generation F-150 is near the top of the list. After numerous decades atop the sales charts, Ford left steel for a light weight aluminum truck body-- and also it functioned. The new F-150 came to be the initial pickup to get a five-star NHTSA security score and also an Insurance coverage Institute for Freeway Security Top Security Choose classification. Since the results remain in, we can state Ford nailed the redesign and also just improved the track record of its front runner vehicle. 24. The post-apocalyptic warrior 2017 Ford Raptor 2017 Ford Raptor|Micah Wright/Autos Cheat Sheet If you find yourself stuck on the road after an apocalypse, we recommend flagging down a 2017 Raptor. Ford took the idea of a performance pickup and kept up it below, equipping Raptor with 510 pound-feet of torque and also substantial interior conveniences. Nonetheless, we'll merely explain the extremely appealing aesthetic cues. We can't think of a cooler-looking pickup on the road. 25. The 2018 version Ford F-150 for the 2018 design year 2018 Ford F-150|Ford One century after Ford debuted its initial Version T vehicle, the 2018 F-150 got in the scene. New advanced collision security innovation as well as the F-150's ideal towing capabilities were essential upgrades. On the other hand, basic start-stop attributes made it more affordable than any type of previous design. While we're uncertain about the next century of truck manufacturing, Ford shut its very first 100 years on the job in vogue.

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