detachable wheel

anonymous asked:

What really was said on TSDF was that Norman and Andy indeed share one trailer but have separated rooms and entrances. It is kind of a "semi-detached house on wheels". And they are not the only ones.

Thank you. I find navigating TSDF difficult 😬😬😬

He may be my teacher... Part 5

all chapters: http://tattooscondomsandmalik.tumblr.com/post/119726971328/chapters-for-he-may-be-my-teacher-but

His hands were rubbing me while I felt his lips touch mine, his tongue touch mine, his breath touch mine. He was intoxicating. I moaned into the kiss. I then threw my head back as he applied pressure to my clit. He began to apply sweet kisses to my neck. Passion was written within each kiss. But who was this person kissing my neck?

“HEY WAKE UP” I heard as a big book slammed near me. I jumped up straight up. My math teacher was right in my face. “you will not waste my time by sleeping in my class. do you understand?” she said. I nodded and rubbed my eyes as I hear my classmates’ chuckles all around me. They were silenced when she proceeded with the lesson. That was just the cherry on top for my day(note my sarcasm). I didn’t get enough sleep this weekend. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mr.Malik, and to make the situation worse, I have him next class. I wanted to just ignore him but my mind is continuously introduced to new “what if’s.” What if he calls me back? What if he gives me detention again?

The bell rung and I started shitting my pants. I stood around th corner staring a the door. Mr.Malik was standing there, smiling and saying “Good afternoon ” to people walking by. “what are you doing?” Jenna shouted into my ear. “waiting for a crowd of students to go into Mr.Malik’s class so he doesn’t see me.” I told her. “okay weirdo, I’ll do it with you” she told. “fine” I told her “ here comes a group, stand behind them and put your head down” I commanded her. She giggled as she followed me as I got behind them. Michael noticed me , of all the jocks he really had to notice me. “hey babe” He said and put his arm around me. “um hey?” I said to him. I thought he forgot about me. “Sit next to me” He stated. “assigned seats, remember?” I told him. We began to pass Mr.Malik and onto the class room. I looked up at him and he looked back at me, I snapped my head back at Michael. “oh yeah.” He said. “Well, that sucks. Just know I’ll being thinking about you all class.” He winked at me as he went to his seat. “why the fuck did I like him?” I whispered to Jenna, and faked a gagging nose. I sat in my seat. Mr.Malik started to teach the lesson, well more like passing out a test. TEST?! I haven’t been studying. He interrogated basically most of my life this weekend. I groaned as he put it on my desk face down. I don’t want to fail. “Okay you all my flip over your papers and start” Mr.Malik instructed and sat in his seat. I flipped over the paper and read the first question. My eyes went wide. I didn’t know any of this. Is this even on the lesson we were learning? I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. okay, here we go.
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After the test, I realized they were like 6 or 7 questions I knew out of a 35 question test. “I’m most definitely failing.” I mumbled under my breath as Mr.Malik collected my test. After he finished collecting them he passed out homework. A new lesson great. After everyone received homework the bell rang. As the stampede tried to leave his class, I made the courageous decision to stay back and talk to him. “May I help you ms.(y/l/n)?” He asked at his desk. I stood up and walked to him. “I knew nothing on that test and it’s unfair to assume I would still know the material after your interrogating this weekend. ” I told him. “Interrogation? I remember fornication and that’s it” He said. What a slick bastard. “you really expected me to study when all I could think about is you throughout the weekend and even in this class?” I said in frustration. He smirked, “you thought about me this weekend?” He asked, amused. “that’s beside the point. Please, don’t let my grades suffer because what we did is all I could ever think about.” you pleaded. “That’s not my problem, (Y/n). Sorry I can’t help you. ” He said. With those words ,that set me off. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. this is your fucking fault. HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO FAIL ME. THIS IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT. YOU CANT JUST HELP ME OUT HERE?” I yelled at him. Mr.Malik walked slowly to me and got up close in my face “don’t raise your voice at me.” he said sternly to me. “then don’t fail me. ” I countered getting even closer. He held his breath. He leaned away from me and onto his desk. Legs and arms crossed. He scanned me with his eyes. It’s like he was eye fucking me. “ I won’t fail you only on 2 conditions.” I gave him a displeasing look. He better not be going where I think he is with this. “1. you actually pay attention in class AND study and 2. we have sex every once in a while. ” He said in a nonchalant manner. “ you’ve got to be fucking kidding me? it’s like your asking to go to jail.” I said through my gritting teeth. “ who says we’re going to get caught or going to get told on ?” He said . Each word was like a push for me to punch him in the neck. “excuse me, I will march to the principle right now and tell her what you’ve been doing.” I threatened him. Its one thing to do it every once in a while, but for him to use it against me. He had no right. “No, you won’t ” He said like I was bluffing. “pardon me”
“you won’t tell the principle because I have insurance. ” He said as he walked to the back of his desk. I have no idea what he meant by insurance. So I just watched him. He unlocked and opened a bottom draw. He reached inside and pulled out a black cloth, with partial lace.“shit.” I said under my breath. “See you won’t tell because I can say you are using that as an excuse because I can easily say that you flirted with me constantly, then maybe one day you decided to leave me a pair of panties and winked at me. And when I gave you Saturday detention for it, you purposely hit my nose. Then today you asked to fuck me I said no and told you I was going to tell the principle. But if you do choose and decide to tell then I’ll tell them my story which has a whole lot of evidence backing it up.” He said with a smile. “How will they be able to tell it’s my panties?” I asked.
“DNA testing, darling”
“I fucking hate you.”
“nah, c'mon you’re gunna love it. I do recall making you orgasm, twice ” He winked at me. I leaned over and put my elbows on desk with my head in my hands. Frustration and the feeling of guilt and realizations of stupidity ran through my mind. I was on the verge of tears. This is dangerous. I don’t think he understands that. He sounds outright evil and I hate to admit it but, he’s right, about EVERY FUCKING THING. From him being able to get me in trouble and from me liking having sex with him. I looked up at him holding back my tears. “the good guys always win” I told him. “If that was true then George Zimmerman would be in jail and you KNOW you won’t tell because think about all the comments they will say. ‘what a whore? what a bitch? probably has std’s? she fucked our teacher EW!’ I know you wouldn’t want that.” The frog in my throat grew as I got the feeling to cry. I kept them back. He was right,I just can’t taje hate, I can’t take rumors , I can’t take that. My fence isn’t that sturdy it can easily fall. Too much of something can make it outright collapse. He was right. “why? are you seriously doing this for your own pleasure?” I asked. “ I mean, good grades and a fucking buddy. I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to. ” He said. I rolled my eyes. “ I have no way out of this mess. So fine, let’s do it. ” He grinned. He put his arm out for me to shake it. I shook it. “ Okay, tomorrow, meet me here at lunch”
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I didn’t even eat lunch. I just went straight to Mr.Malik. I passed through people who were heading to lunch and made it to his class. I knocked first. After a couple of moments he opened the door. I walked into the classroom. He closed the door and locked it. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the far corner of his classroom. He pushed against the wall and grabbed my face and kissed me, passionately. I responded with adding my tongue. He pulled me closer from my waist. I had to get on my tippy toes. The situation got heated real fast. I love this feeling. A warmth and an excitement began to circurculate through my veins. He put one of his hands down my pants and began to rub. Slowly but with a good amount of pressure. My stomach did cart wheels. He detached form the kiss and said “ Told you that you would like it.” I nodded cause he was right. I don’t like that he held this against my will, in order for him to raise my grade. It was like me sucking his dick as he dangled a paper with an A+ on it above my head. I didn’t like that. But I can’t lie and say I won’t enjoy it. “Here’s the the thing babe. I want to fuck you in privacy. Where I can do comfortably. So if we do it at my place, I can fuck you against my walls, in the kitchen, on my bed, in my shower, jesus! babe, you name it. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to give me your phone and I’m going to put my phone number in it. Then I’ll text you my address and that’s when you will start driving to my place. okay love?” He explained to me. I nodded and pulled my phone out of my back pocket and gave it to him.“ He grabbed it with his free hand but he continued to rub me as he did put his number in my phone. I closed my eyes and through my head back. He was going so slow which just made things more intense. Once he finished with my phone, he slipped it in my back pocket. He grabbed the back of my neck and made me look him straight in the eyes. "When I text you to come over, I expect you to be there in less than 20 minutes understood darlin?” He commanded. I nodded. He smiled then took his hand out of my pants. As he was looking me straight in the eye he licked his first three fingers. “ You taste good baby girl. I can’t wait to see you tonight” He said with a wink. He walked away to his desk. I stood there stunned. “I have something for you love.” He said as he reached down for something and pulled it out behind his desk. It was a gift bag. “Don’t open it until you get home and once you do get home, use it.” He instructed and walked over to me. I took it from him. He nodded to the door which instructed that I should leave. I made my way to the door and looked back at Mr.Malik. He was biting his lip as he smiled at me. He looked beyond content and he was a hell of a sight. I walked out his classroom. “good grades and a fucking buddy, I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to. ” repeated in my head.

Reason #563 Why Phineas and Ferb is an Amazin Show
  • Phineas: Well looks like everything worked out for the best
  • Phineas: That giant wave really put us back on schedule
  • Phineas: We might even arrive in Danville ahead of time
  • Phineas: You know. Barring any unforeseen mishaps.
  • *Ferb's steering wheel suddenly detaches*
  • Phineas: Oh like that, that's what I'm talking about
  • *boat slowly starts to fall apart£
  • Phineas: And that. And that. Yeah this is all included in what I was talking about earlier
  • *car swerves out of control*
  • Me: Jesus take the wheel!
  • *front left wheel detaches, car grinds to a stop*
  • Me: ah! I... yes, I see what you did there, JC.
  • Jesus: *double pistols and a wink*
  • Me: Can you fix my car?
  • Jesus: Nope, lord works in mysterious ways bye!
Why Do Formula 1 Cars Fall Apart So Dramatically In A Crash?

Each week, Under The Hood takes a closer look at the intricate details of Formula 1 engineering. Ever wondered about the meticulous manner in which all of those millions of pounds are invested? You’ve come to the right place.

This week, our F1 expert Kenny Campbell takes us closer to the brittle nature of the race cars and why their fragility helps prevent injury - or worse - to the drivers.

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Formula 1 is, on the face of it, a dangerous sport. 

Cars laden with fuel, driven inches apart at up to 200mph, by drivers who all want to win. Even a small collision will see pieces flying from the cars and, in major incidents, it can look as if a car is exploding, such is the volume of debris scattered around.

And yet injuries and deaths are rare – Jules Bianchi died of injuries sustained in the 2014 Japanese Grand Prix but he was the first F1 fatality since Ayrton Senna’s tragic accident at Imola in 1994.

So, in a sport where safety is so important, why do teams build cars that shatter in a crash?

Big bang theory

At the 2007 Canadian Grand Prix, Polish driver Robert Kubica (pictured) survived one of the most violent F1 crashes of recent times.

His BMW Sauber clipped a Toyota and left the track, skidding over a bump that launched the car into the air and almost headfirst into a concrete barrier, before it barrelled back over the track into another barrier.

When it finally came to rest, the Sauber was barely recognisable. Kubica had hit the barrier at 186mph, and experienced a peak deceleration of 75g – for an instant, Kubica effectively weighed five tonnes.

But every piece of debris that flew off his car helped Kubica, by dissipating energy. Kinetic energy is measured in Joules, and Kubica’s car possessed more than 2.5million Joules (about the same energy as 20 family hatchbacks driving towards you at 30mph).

Now, the energy in a crashing car is far from being the only factor in how survivable an accident is, but it’s important enough for our family hatchbacks to have energy-absorbing crumple zones built-in.

It’s the same in F1 – the cockpit is surrounded by structures which are designed to crumple and absorb energy in a crash.

Most of the bits that don’t crumple can best protect the driver by breaking off and flying away, stripping energy out of the crashing vehicle. 

F1 engineers could design cars that don’t fall to bits in a crash – but they’d be heavier and less safe, and the crumple zones would have more energy to deal with as well. 

Of course, there are some parts that are designed to stay intact, whatever happens…

In the eye of the storm

An F1 car is built around a monocoque and this is the key to driver safety.
The monocoque is an incredibly strong tub – it’s the main part of the chassis, and the engine and front suspension are mounted on it.

It also includes the cockpit and the driver’s survival cell, which is built to survive crash tests without deforming in any way.

The secret to this great strength lies in the two main materials used. Up to 60 layers of carbon fibre feature – there’s a lightweight honeycomb structure, covered with high-density carbon fibre weave.

And the survival cell is protected by 6mm of carbon and a material called Zylon, which was used in bullet-proof vests. Zylon tethers are used to stop wheels detaching from a car and bouncing into bystanders, and the material was mandated for use in helmets after Felippe Massa suffered a serious head injury in 2009.

Why the Batmobile solution wouldn’t work

It’s fair to ask why the whole F1 car isn’t surrounded by a huge survival cell with four wheels attached, Batmobile-style.

Aside from issues of cost, there is a genuine disadvantage in having a race car that doesn’t deform in a crash.

To illustrate the problem, simply take one egg, secure it inside a strong, non-deformable container and drop the whole thing on a hard floor.

From low heights, the egg will survive but, as you drop it from greater heights, your chances of creating an eggy mess multiply, because of the increasing stresses being placed on the egg by near-instantaneous deceleration.

From the 1980s onwards, some racing series built stiffer and stiffer chassis that improved a car’s performance but had less and less give in accidents, and lives were lost as a result.

Perhaps the best known such accident claimed the life of Dale Earnhardt Snr in the 2001 Daytona 500.

He crashed on the final lap of the race but his car did not look to be particularly badly damaged.

Indeed, the car had not crumpled much but, as a direct result of that, the deceleration had whipped Earnhardt’s head forward at speed, causing a fatal basilar skull fracture. 

This fracture, at the base of the skull, is generally a rare occurrence – but has claimed a significant number of lives in motorsport.

In F1, this sort of injury killed Roland Ratzenberger, who perished the same weekend as Ayrton Senna.

A car that crumples even a little in a crash reduces the forces acting on a driver substantially – imagine the difference between punching a brick and an empty cola can.

As well as forcing engineers to reconsider the merits of super-stiff cars, such accidents also led to the introduction of head and neck supports such as the HANS device – which is credited with helping save Kubica at that dramatic Canadian Grand Prix.

Lessons do get learned in motorsport… eventually.

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queseraawesome  asked:

I had a thought and that thought was the smoking remains of the jeep, Grif standing holding the detached steering wheel yelling "YOU THREW OUR CAR AT THEM" and Carolina just grinning, standing up from binding a prisoner saying, "But we won." "YOU THREW. OUR. CAR. AT THEM." Meanwhile Sarge wipes away a tear of happiness in the corner.

“YOU THREW OUR CAR AT THEM” pause “WITH ME IN IT.”

“You survived didn’t you?”

sarge, to one side, mutters; “Unfortunately.”