-The Riverlands, or shortened to ‘Riverlands’ is the exciting home of House Tully. It is a planet known for showing compassion and charity to travellers and a bustling trade system. The seat of House Tully, Riverrunn is actually under water. Riverlands places a strong emphasis on swimming and aquatic activites. Because of this, it attracts people all over the galaxy.
Can people who complained about Koogi taking a month break shut the fuck up? Like I get it, you wanna know what happens next, but girl, she’s a fucking human being and deserves a fucking break. Have yall ever considered that the whole process of creating a story, drawing, coloring, and editing takes a long fucking time and a whole lot of energy? Also did yall noticed that the chapters are now almost (or even) twice as long as the chapters in first season? That two month hiatus between seasons probably didn’t give her much advantage considering the length of these chapters now. “Well Koogi should’ve finished the whole season before publishing the story.” You trippin’? You wanna wait 6 months + for that to happen? Plus, she already churned out 7 long ass chapters over the past 7 weeks like a champ so for me she totally deserves this break. So just shut up, sit down, and wait patiently like everyone else.
Layer Seating is a modular system based on injection molded skeletons and felt shells, both made of recycled PET bottles. Dustin Lee created this series of seating items with the aim for a design, that transitions seamlessly between public and privat use.
@butiaintgonnaloveem set an AMAZING challenge; Must be about Baby, our beloved Impala. So I picked the following song (please listen to it first) that I fell in love with and this fic is what resulted. It’s 6k words, so it’s in 2 parts… enjoy
Song:Groovin (The Young Rascals) Characters: Reader, John, Dean, Sam Warnings: fluff, angst, supernatural themes, death, blood… A/N: Thank you to the marvelous @avasmommy224 for being my beta on this, you’re one amazing woman! Summary: A shared love for an Impala brings people closer together, whether they know it or not… (shit summary but I don’t want to spoil anything)
May 29th, 1967: I’d been saving up all my money for that bloody car. I knew exactly what I wanted. I’d even asked the bank about a loan so I could get it faster, but oh no… no loan for a travelling woman who didn’t have a solid job, or a home! I finally had enough money for the car of my dreams, a 1965 Ford Mustang! I almost ran to the car lot when I received my pay for the month. I had walked past this car for the past year, the only reason it was still here was that i’d put a deposit on it last year, Gary the owner of the car yard knew me well by now. I was in every other week, just staring and mumbling to the precious baby. 3.27pm; when you’re whole life changes, you want to be able to pinpoint it when you look back. I rushed into the car yard, looked to my left, two cars back, I already had my finger pointed and I said you’ll be all mine soon, baby, but all the cars had been moved around and it was out before I’d even realized. The sleek, shining, red, Ford Mustang had been swapped for a twinkling, black, brand new, Chevrolet Impala. Did my world change or what? Gary came out, waving the papers at me, but I ignored him. I went straight over to the car. I had to see her, had to touch her. She was a siren and I was caught in her song. “YN, your car’s over here.” Gary tried to loop a hand around my waist but I wasn’t budging. “How much is she?” I whispered. I was in a trance, I wasn’t leaving here without this beauty. “Four thousand.” To give Gary credit, he did try and talk me round, he spent ages begging me to come over to the Ford, he mentioned the deposit more than once, but it wasn’t till I held my switchblade to him that he gave in. And I couldn’t believe it either, she was cheaper than the Ford. “She’s mine.” I whispered, nodding at my decision. “But…” Gary tried again but one stern look in his direction and he got the point. He hurried off to the office for the paperwork.
“The thing with Taehyung is that he use his hands a lot while drawing and get his fingers stained with charcoal, a lot. But when I come back home later, I love to see the same black prints all over my body.”
+Pairing: Taehyung x femlale MC ft Seokjin +Genre: College!AU, Artist!kth +Warnings: sexual assault victim +Note: GUYS! This is an adaptation of the book “Easy” by Tammara Webber. I decided to start like this because im not sure of my writing skill yet, so enjoy!
I dutifully emailed the econ tutor when I got back to the dorm after class, and started on my art history homework. While tapping out a response essay on a neoclassical sculptor and his influence on the style, I mumbled a thank you to my inner neurotic that I’d at least kept up in my non-econ classes.
With Elee at work, I could buckle down to an evening of quiet studying. Here in our microscopic room, she couldn’t help being a near-constant distraction. While I attempted to cram for an algebra test last week, the following conversation took place: “I had to have those pumps for my job, Daddy!” she argued into her cell. “You said you wanted me to learn the value of work while I’m in school, and you always say a person should dress for success, so I’m only trying to follow your words of wisdom.”
When she glanced at me, I rolled my eyes. My roommate was a hostess at a swanky restaurant downtown, a position she frequently used as an excuse for overspending her clothing budget. Three hundred dollar shoes, essential for a job that paid nine bucks an hour? I stifled my laugh when she winked back at me. Her father always caved, especially when she employed the D-word—Daddy.
I wasn’t expecting a quick reply from the tutor. As an upperclassman and a tutor for a huge class like Dr. Park’s, he had to be busy. I was also certain he’d be none too thrilled to assist a failing sophomore who’d skipped the midterm and two weeks of class, and who had never attended one of his tutoring sessions. I was prepared to show him I would work hard to catch up and get out of his hair as quickly as possible.
Fifteen minutes after I emailed him, my inbox dinged. He’d replied, in the same formal tone I’d chosen after.
“Ms. Son, Dr. Park has informed me of your need to catch up in macro and the project you’ll need to complete in order to replace the midterm grade. Since he’s approved you to do this work, there’s no need to share the reason why you’ve fallen so far behind with me. I’m employed as a tutor, so this falls under my job description.
We can meet on campus, preferably in the library, to discuss the project. It’s detailed, and will require a great deal of outside research on your part. I’ve been instructed by Dr. Heller as to the level of assistance I should provide. Basically, he wants to see what you can do, alone. I’ll be available for general questions, of course.My group tutoring sessions are MWTh from 1-2:00, but those cover current material. I assume you’ll need more assistance comprehending the material you missed over the past two weeks. Let me know the times you’re available to meet for individual tutoring sessions and we’ll coordinate from there.
I clenched my jaw. Though perfectly polite, the tone of his email reeked of condescension… until his signature at the very end: KT. Was he being friendly, or casual, or ridiculing my attempt to sound like a serious, mature student? I read his email again and got even madder. So he thought I was too dumb to comprehend the course material on my own?
“Mr. Kim, I can’t attend your sessions because I have art history MW 1-2:30, and I tutor at the middle school on Thursday afternoons. I live on campus and am available to meet late afternoons Monday/Wednesday, and most evenings. I’m also free on weekends when I’m not tutoring. I’ve begun reading the course material on GDP, CPI, and inflation, and I’m working on the review questions at the end of chapter 9. If you want to meet to pass on the project requirements, I’m sure I can catch up on the regular coursework on my own.
I pressed send and felt superior for all of about twenty seconds. In actuality, I’d barely glanced at chapter 9. So far, it looked less like comprehensible supply and demand charts, and more like gibberish with dollar signs and confusing shifts tossed in for fun. As for GDP and CPI, I knew what those acronyms signified… Sort of.
Oh, God. I’d just haughtily dismissed the tutor provided by my professor—the professor who wasn’t obligated to give me a second chance, but had.
When my email dinged again, I swallowed before clicking over to it. A new message from Kim T was at the top of my inbox.
“Y/N, If you prefer to catch up on your own, that’s your prerogative, of course. I’ll gather the information on the project and we can meet, say, Wednesday just after 2:00?
Kim T. PS What do you tutor?”
His reply didn’t seem angry. He was civil. Nice, even. I was so emotional lately that I couldn’t judge anything clearly.
“Kim T, I teach private lessons to orchestra students—middle and high school—on the upright bass. I just remembered I agreed to assist in transporting two of my students’ instruments to a program this Wednesday afternoon. (I drive a truck, to accommodate transport of my own instrument, and now I’m constantly inundated with requests to move large musical instruments, sofas, mattresses…)
Are you free any evening? Or Saturday?
I’d been playing the upright bass since I was ten. In fourth grade, one of the orchestra’s two bass players had a pee wee football collision the second weekend of school, resulting in a snapped collarbone. Our orchestra teacher, Mrs. Peabody, had looked out over the vast sea of violin players and pleaded for someone to switch. “Anyone?” she’d squeaked. When no one else volunteered, I raised my hand.
“Honey, isn’t that an odd choice of instrument for a girl to play?” my mother asked. Still petulant over my rejection of learning piano—her instrument of choice—in favor of the violin, she was immediately unsupportive of my new preference.
“Yes.” I glared at my mother and she rolled her eyes.
By the time I was fifteen, I’d reached my full five-and-a-half-foot stature and could perform with a three-quarter sized instrument, no height adjustment needed, though it was a close thing.
For the past year, I’d been giving lessons to local students—all of them boys—each of them some version of smug and impertinent until they heard me play.
“Y/N, Upright bass? Interesting.
I’m busy in the evenings this week, and most weekends as well. I don’t want you to lose time on this, so I’ll send you the project information later tonight, and we can discuss it over email until we can sync our schedules. Will that work for you?
KT. PS – I’ll keep you in mind if I buy a large appliance or need to move.”
“Kim, Thank you, yes—that would be great. (Re: sending the project information, I mean, not your brazen resolution to use me for my truck’s hauling capacity. You’re no better than my friends! They dodge U-Haul rentals and delivery fees, and I get paid in beer.)
“Y/N, I’ll send the project specifics when I get home, and we can discuss.The barter system is just primitive economics at work, you know. (And are you old enough for beer?)
“Kim, Far be it from me to knock an effective use of prehistoric economics. And I suppose friends who pay in beer are better than friends who don’t pay at all. (Re: my age—I don’t believe the job description of Economics Tutor makes you privy to that sort of personal information.)
“Y/N, Touché. I’ll just have to trust you not to get me arrested for supplying alcohol to minors.You’re right—impoverished, auto-lacking college students like myself should respect tried-and-true methods of transport negotiations.
I smiled at his candid admission of being carless, my face falling when I contrasted it with the sense of self-importance Seokjin got from his car. Right before we graduated, his parents gave his two-year-old Mustang to his sixteen-year-old brother, who’d wrecked his Jeep the weekend before. As an early graduation gift, they replaced Seokjin’s Mustang with the brand new BMW—sleek and black, with every available upgrade, including plush leather seats and a stereo system I could hear from a block away.
Fuuuuck. I had to stop linking every single thing that happened to me with Seokjin.
Arriving a minute before econ began Wednesday morning, the last thing I expected to see was Seokjin, leaning on the wall outside the classroom, exchanging phone numbers with a girl. Giggling after snapping a picture of herself, she handed his phone back. He did the same, grinning down at her.
He would never smile at me like that again.
I didn’t realize I was frozen in place until a classmate shouldered into me, knocking my heavy backpack from my shoulder. “’Excuse me,” he grumbled, his tone more ‘Get the fuck out of the way’ than ‘Sorry I ran into you’.
As I bent to retrieve my backpack, praying Seokjin and his fangirl hadn’t seen me, a hand grasped the strap and swung the pack up from the floor. I straightened and looked into clear brown eyes. “Chivalry isn’t really dead, you know.” His deep, calm voice was just as I remembered from Saturday night, and from Monday afternoon, across the Starbucks counter. “Oh? ”He slipped the strap back onto my shoulder. “Nah. That guy’s just an asshole.” He gestured toward the guy who’d bumped me, but I could have sworn his eyes raked over my ex, too, who was crossing to the door, laughing with the girl. “You okay?” For the third time, this question, from him, held deeper significance than the usual, everyday implication. “Yes, fine.” What could I do but lie? “Thank you.” I turned and entered the room, took my new seat, and spent the first forty-five minutes of class fixing my attention on Dr. Park, the whiteboard he filled, and the notes I took. Dutifully copying charts of short-run equilibrium and aggregate demand, all of it seeming like so much nonsense, I realized I would have to beg my tutor Kim for help after all. My pride would only cause me to slide further behind. Minutes before the end of class, I turned and reached into my backpack as an excuse to sneak a look at the guy on the back row. He was staring at me, a black pencil loose between his fingers, tapping the notebook in front of him. He slouched into his seat, one elbow over the back of it, one booted foot casually propped on the support under his desk. As our eyes held, his expression changed subtly from unreadable to the barest of smiles, though guarded. He didn’t look away, even when I glanced into my bag and then back at him. I snapped forward, my face warming.
Guys had shown interest in me over the past three years, but other than a couple of short-lived, certainly never revealed or acted-upon crushes—one on my own college-aged bass tutor, and another on my chemistry lab partner—I’d not been attracted to anyone but Seokjin. The economics lecture reduced to background babble, I couldn’t decide if my response to this stranger was lingering embarrassment, gratitude that he’d saved me from Junmin, or a simple crush. Perhaps all three.
When class ended, I packed my textbook into my backpack and resisted the urge to look in his direction again. I fiddled long enough for Seokjin and his fangirl to leave. As I stood to go, the persistently sleepy guy who sat next to me spoke.
“Hey, which questions did he say to do for the extra credit? I must have knocked off for a few seconds right around when he discussed those—my notes are indecipherable.” I glanced at the spot he indicated in his notes, and sure enough, the scribbles became less and less readable. “I’m Jungkook, by the way.”
“Oh, um, let’s see…” I flipped through my spiral and pointed to the assignment details printed across the top of the page. “Here it is.” As he copied it, I added, “I’m Y/N.”
Jungkook was one of those quite and nice guys, I’ve had seen him talking to his friends these days. He seems relaxed all they time.
“Thanks, Y/N. This saves my ass—I need those extra credit points. See you Friday.” He snapped his notebook closed. “Unless I accidentally sleep in,” he added, giving me a genuine smile.
I returned the smile as I moved into the aisle. “No problem.”
Maybe I was capable of making friends outside of my Seokjin circle. This interaction, along with the defection of most of our friends to Seokjin after the breakup, made me realize how dependent on him I’d become. I was a little shocked. Why had this never occurred to me before? Because I’d never thought Seokjin and I could end?
Foolish, naïve assumption. Obviously.
The room had almost cleared, the guy from the back row included. I felt a stab of irrational disappointment. So he’d stared at me in class—big deal. Maybe he was just bored. Or easily distracted.
But as I exited the room, I spotted him across the crowded hallway, talking with a girl from class. His demeanor was relaxed, from the navy shirt, open over a plain gray t-shirt, to the hand tucked into the front pocket of his jeans. Muscle didn’t show under the unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt, but his abdomen looked flat, and he’d put Junmin on the ground and bloody easily enough Saturday night. His black pencil sat atop one ear, only the pink eraser at the tip showing, the rest disappearing into his dark, messy hair.
“So it’s a group tutoring thing?” the girl asked, twirling a long loop of blonde hair around and around her finger. “And it lasts an hour?”
He hitched his backpack, twitching wayward bangs out of his eyes. “Yeah. From one to two.”
As he gazed down at her, she tilted her head and rocked her weight slightly from side to side, as though she was about to dance with him. Or for him. “Maybe I’ll check it out. What are you doing after?”
She huffed an annoyed breath. “You’re always working, Taehyung.” Her pouty tone hit my ears like nails on a chalkboard, as it always has when used by any girl above age six. But bonus—I’d just learned his name.
He glanced up then, as though he sensed me standing there, eavesdropping, and I pivoted in the opposite direction and started walking swiftly, too late to pretend I hadn’t been purposely listening to their conversation. I wove through the rush of people in the packed hallway, ducking out the side exit.
No way was I going to those tutoring sessions if Taehyung attended them. I wasn’t sure what he meant—if he meant anything at all—staring at me like that during class, but the overt intensity of his gaze made me uneasy.
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Bentley Bentayga (2016) - Luxury-packed powerfull SUV - Luxury-sport SUV news / HD wallpaper
The Bentley Bentayga combines unparalleled luxury with effortless performance and everyday usability.
With an all-new W12 powertrain, the Bentayga is the fastest, most powerful, most luxurious and most exclusive SUV in the world. It offers a true Bentley driving experience and showcases innovative technology features.
Designed, engineered and handcrafted in Crewe, the Bentayga’s styling is pure Bentley. Sculptural with an elegant, timeless execution, it perfectly balances athleticism with confidence. From the four round LED headlamps and large matrix grille, to the distinctive power line and muscular haunches, the Bentley DNA is apparent throughout.
The Bentley Bentayga boasts the world’s finest automotive cabin, with unrivalled levels of precision. The detailing in metal, wood and leather - including meticulous tolerances between elements of trim - is the epitome of modern British luxury. This level of perfection is only achievable thanks to the exceptional craft and skill of Bentley’s colleagues in Crewe.
An all-new twin-turbocharged 6.0-litre W12 engine is at the heart of the new Bentayga. The mighty 12-cylinder unit combines efficiency and refinement with ultra-luxurious levels of power and torque. With 608 PS (600 bhp / 447kW) and 900 Nm (663 lb. ft) delivering a 0-60 mph time of 4.0 seconds (0-100 km/h in 4.1 seconds) and a top speed of 187 mph (301 km/h), the Bentayga is the world’s most powerful and fastest SUV.
Wolfgang Dürheimer, chairman and chief executive of Bentley Motors, comments: “The Bentayga is truly the Bentley of SUVs. It redefines luxury in the SUV sector and offers a genuine Bentley experience in any environment, thanks to a combination of unparalleled attention to detail, go-anywhere ability and cutting-edge technology. With this extraordinary car we are looking forward to an exciting period of strong growth and sales success for Bentley. The Bentayga is the next step in our brand’s bold future.”
The Bentley Bentayga will make its full public debut at the 2015 IAA Frankfurt Show. Customer deliveries commence in early 2016.
Innovative Features and Advanced Technologies
A suite of state-of-the-art driver assistance systems and infotainment features designed to enhance safety, comfort and convenience make the Bentayga an innovative, advanced and connected luxury SUV.
It offers the widest range of on- and off-road drive settings of any vehicle via Bentley’s Drive Dynamics Mode and optional Responsive Off-Road Setting. Up to eight modes are available, allowing drivers, at the simple turn of a dial, to select the perfect dynamic set-up for any surface or road condition. This versatility is complemented by Bentley Dynamic Ride (electrically activated 48V active roll control) and Electric Power-Assisted Steering (EPAS).
Responsive Off-Road Setting allows the customer to select the appropriate vehicle settings for a wide range of off-road surfaces, while the Driver Information Panel displays information on pitch, roll, wheel articulation, steering angle, compass bearing and altitude.
Adaptive Cruise Control (ACC) including Stop & Go, Predictive ACC and Traffic Assist enables the driver to maintain a set distance to the vehicle in front. Predictive ACC uses the navigation data, sensors and cameras to predict upcoming corners, city boundaries and speed-limit changes and can then modify the vehicle speed accordingly, improving both comfort and fuel economy.
In urban environments, there are a number of driver aids available on the Bentayga. These systems - such as Traffic Sign Recognition, which detects a wide variety of traffic signs and displays information to the driver; Rear Crossing Traffic Warning, which uses radar technology to detect crossing traffic when reversing out of a parking space; and Top View, a system which uses four cameras to display an overall picture of the vehicle’s surroundings - combine to enhance everyday usability.
The Bentayga is also available with Park Assist - a system that detects suitable parking spaces (both parallel and perpendicular) before autonomous steering takes over to support parking manoeuvres, even in narrow and tricky spaces.
Other innovative systems available on the Bentayga include Electronic Night Vision, which uses infra-red technology to identify potential obstacles ahead, and a Head-Up Display, which reduces driver distraction and increases safety.
The Bentayga’s all-new, cutting-edge 8" touch screen infotainment system boasts class-leading navigation technology, a 60GB hard drive, and a choice of up to 30 languages.
Rear seat passengers benefit from the introduction of the Bentley Entertainment Tablet - a removable 10.2" Android device with 4G, WiFi and Bluetooth for effortless, high-speed on-board connectivity.
Customers can choose between three different sound systems for the Bentayga: Bentley Standard Audio, Bentley Signature Audio and Naim for Bentley Premium Audio. The latter is the most powerful system in the segment, with 1,950 watts, a network of 18 speakers and super-tweeters for unrivalled recreation of the highest audio frequencies.
Sculptural Form, Sharp Lines and Elegant Execution
The Bentley Bentayga’s wheel arches, fenders and bonnet deliver a balance between sportiness and SUV presence. The ultra-sharp Bentley power line and muscular rear haunch display a taut tension in side profile, as part of the largest single-piece aluminium pressing in the automotive world. Trademark Bentley features such as the large matrix grille and B-shaped wing vents afford the Bentayga a modern, dynamic elegance.
The grille is flanked by four distinctive floating all-LED headlamps. The lights sit flush within the seamless superformed aluminium front fenders. Innovative design features, like the discreet headlamp washers contained within the outer lamp’s body-coloured centre, demonstrate remarkable attention to detail.
To emphasise the go-anywhere nature of the Bentayga, the Bentley design team have integrated a stylish skid plate into the lower section of the front bumper, just below the floating wing motif.
At the rear, within the segmented tail lights, a new ‘B’-shaped illumination graphic is incorporated that affords the Bentayga an instantly recognisable and striking night-time signature.
A combination of advanced design, innovative engineering and state-of-the-art manufacturing technologies - including the use of lightweight aluminium - has enabled a total weight saving of 236kg compared to a traditional body construction.
As standard, the Bentayga comes with a panoramic glass roof. Making up almost 60 per cent of the total roof surface, the 1.35m2 glass feature is split into two panes. The front panel tilts and slides, and the whole glass surface can be obscured via an electric, full-length roller blind.
Either side of the glass roof are aluminium roof rails that combine two different finishes - a high-gloss black base and bright anodised top section.
A new range of bespoke Bentayga alloy wheels are available, ranging in size from 20" to 22".
The World’s Finest Cabin, Handcrafted at the Home of Bentley
Step inside the new Bentayga and you find the finest automotive interior in the world, with handcrafted wood and leather throughout - engineered with precision to deliver absolute perfection.
The attention to detail in metal, wood and leather is the epitome of modern British luxury, and is only achievable thanks to the exceptional skill of the workforce in Crewe.
The Bentley Bentayga’s cockpit sets new standards for both luxury and precision, with meticulous tolerances between the exquisite veneered woods and metal elements. The dashboard takes the iconic Bentley 'wing’ design as its inspiration, with the beautifully finished surfaces flowing gracefully from door to door over the top of the instrument binnacles, down under the centre console and back up around the passenger side fascia and foot well.
The hand-selected veneers form pure and elegant surfaces throughout the cabin, and each of the 15 pieces are shaped by Bentley’s artisans from a choice of seven different veneers, and finished with trademark Bentley attention to detail.
Highly polished, handcrafted metal elements adorn the dashboard, centre console and doors. Trademark Bentley knurling on the drive mode selector, gear knob, iconic bulls-eye vents and organ pulls adds sophistication and tactile refinement.
Sumptuous front seats, individually handcrafted in Crewe and featuring 22-way adjustment including adjustable cushion and backrest bolsters, provide superb support and comfort for all conditions. This cosseted feeling is further enhanced with a six-programme massage system, seat heating and ventilation.
Whether selected in four- or five-seat configuration, all of the leather seats in the Bentayga are available with contrast stitching and a quilted diamond design applied to the 'shoulders’ and bolsters, echoing the design of a finely tailored British hunting jacket.
Bentley specialists individually select only the finest bull hides, all of which are sourced from cool European climates, naturally tanned and never over-printed.. Customers have the choice of 15 colours, in three duo-tone and one single mono-tone colour split.
The four-seat configuration makes the ultimate statement in design, comfort and luxury. The two individual rear seats adjust in 18 different ways and include massage and ventilation functions as well as footrests. The veneered rear console hides additional functionality such as cup holders, generous storage areas and USB charging sockets.
The opulent feeling is completed by the fixed back, dividing the interior cabin from the boot. Also trimmed in the signature diamond quilting and including a ski-hatch, it creates an enclosed rear cabin space that sets new standards in the SUV sector.
A full-length panoramic sunroof with acoustic interlays allows ample natural sunlight to highlight the surfaces and detailing.
Activate the hands-free tailgate and not only is a large, practical storage space revealed, but also another of the Bentayga’s unique features - the optional folding event seat. Ideal for those wishing to stop for a moment and enjoy a spectacular outdoor environment or pursuit, the innovative leather-trimmed folding seat matches exactly the style of the cabin seats and integrates seamlessly into the rear of the car with characteristic attention to detail.
All-New W12 - Efficiency with Unrivalled Power and Torque
At the heart of the Bentley Bentayga is the all-new Crewe-built W12 TSI engine. This 6.0-litre twin-turbo unit combines efficiency and refinement with the luxury of unrivalled power and torque.
It is the most technologically advanced 12-cylinder engine in the world and develops 600 bhp (608 PS / 447 kW) @ 6,000 rpm and 900 Nm (663 lb ft) from 1,250 rpm to 4,500 rpm. These mighty outputs result in equally impressive performance figures. The Bentayga is capable of dispatching the sprint to 60 mph in just 4.0 seconds (0-100 km/h in 4.1 seconds) on its way to a top speed of 187 mph (301 km/h).
The new W12 uses both direct and indirect fuel injection. Switching seamlessly between the two technologies, the combination of these systems maximises refinement, delivers low particulate emissions and maximises power and torque delivery.
An impressive efficiency figure of 292 g/km CO2 is made possible in part thanks to Bentley’s Variable Displacement system, which shuts down half of the engine under defined conditions. Intake and exhaust valves, fuel injection and ignition are all shut down on defined cylinders, with the engine running as a six-cylinder for improved efficiency.
The engine is mated to an eight-speed automatic gearbox. The transmission and four-wheel-drive system has been strengthened to handle the demands and high torque levels of off-road driving.
In Bentley’s advanced application of Start-Stop technology for the Bentayga, coasting is also available, as the engine rests not only when the vehicle is stationary but also at 'near to stop’ speeds.
In 5th to 8th gear, when the driver releases the throttle (at motorway cruising speed, for example) the car will open the torque converter, dropping the engine to idle and simply allowing the car to roll or 'sail’. When the throttle is reapplied, or the car starts going downhill and detects an increase in speed, the transmission is re-engaged.
The new W12 sees a 11.9% efficiency improvement compared to the existing powertrain. The Bentayga will also be available as diesel and hybrid variants in the future.
Genuine Luxury with Go-Anywhere Ability
Never before has a vehicle so coherently combined genuine luxury with go-anywhere driving ability.
The development programme for the Bentayga has been the most exhaustive in the Bentley brand’s history, ranging across five continents. From the dirt and gravel of South Africa and the dunes of Dubai, to the muddy fields of Cheshire, and from -30°C in the frozen North Cape to searing 50°C desert heat, the Bentayga’s ability to perform on any surface and even in the most extreme conditions has been proven.
The Bentayga has also driven more than 400 laps of the famous Nürburgring Nordschleife circuit, as part of developing the dynamic performance of the chassis and fine-tuning the relevant control and stability systems. The unique features of the Nordschleife, including the high level of topographical change, variety of surface grip levels and wide range of cornering speeds, made it the perfect place to develop the fastest, most powerful SUV in the world.
The Bentayga introduces Bentley Dynamic Ride - the world’s first electric active roll control technology that utilises an unrivalled 48V system. Inherent in larger vehicles with a higher centre of gravity, this system instantly counteracts lateral rolling forces when cornering and ensures maximum tyre contact to deliver class-leading cabin stability, ride comfort and exceptional handling.
While conventional anti-roll bars present a compromise between body control and ride comfort, Bentley’s adaptive and reactive system provides variable torsional resistance, allowing the Bentayga to be both dynamically capable and comfortable for all occupants at all times. The pioneering use of a 48V system results in silent, instantaneous responses and sufficient power on hand to deal with all road surfaces.
Electric Power-Assisted Steering (EPAS) is also featured on the Bentayga. The new system improves feedback to the driver, while providing isolation from steering kick-back both on- and off-road. EPAS also features a variable rack ratio, permitting light and fast steering while manoeuvring at low speeds, as well as a more subdued response for excellent stability at high speeds.
The Bentayga offers class-leading ride comfort, steering feel and handling thanks to the partnership of a highly sophisticated chassis and Electronic Stability Control (ESC). In addition to advanced, multi-mode Traction Control (TCS), the Bentayga also features Hill Descent Control (HDC).
HDC automatically regulates the vehicle’s speed on steep declines, allowing the driver to concentrate fully on steering and obstacles ahead. It can be pre-set at speeds between two and 30 km/h (going in either direction) and works on gradients greater than five per cent.
As with all Bentleys, the Bentayga comes with multi-mode air suspension. The Bentayga driver has four different modes to choose from: High 2, High 1, Normal and Low. High 2, for example, can be manually selected when tackling more severe off-road surfaces. Customers can also lower the rear suspension via a switch in the boot, to ease loading and trailer hitching.
Bentley Personalisation Options and Mulliner Bespoke
The Bentley Bentayga redefines personalisation and bespoke luxury. Paint, leather, veneer and lifestyle options are unlimited and tailored to the individual.
The standard palette alone comprises 17 exterior paint colours, with up to 90 hues available in the extended range. There are also 15 luxurious carpet options, seven different handcrafted veneers and 15 choices of interior trim hide, which means that customers are able to specify their own choice of luxury finish. In addition, customers can choose between a new range of bespoke Bentayga alloy wheels, ranging in size from 20" to 22".
Six lifestyle-orientated specification packages will be available from launch, including two styling packs. In addition to these options, the Bentayga is available with the widest range of lifestyle accessories ever offered by the Bentley brand. For example, customers with an interest in watersports may wish to specify the Load-Assist Tray and Wet Gear Stowage options.
As with all Bentleys, the Bentayga can also be handed over to the highly skilled and dedicated craftspeople at Mulliner, who will respond to bespoke customer requirements.
At launch, the Bentley Bentayga is available with an exquisite integrated Mulliner Hamper Set, complete with refrigerator, bespoke fine Linley china cutlery, crockery and crystal glass, and storage area for dry goods. For comfort in the great outdoors, sections of the hamper can be removed and used as seats.
A bespoke mechanical Mulliner Tourbillon by Breitling clock can also be specified. The most complex of watch mechanisms, the Mulliner Tourbillon is automatically wound periodically by a dedicated high-precision winding mechanism within the car. This masterpiece is machined in solid gold (customers can select from either rose or white gold), with a choice of either a mother-of-pearl or black ebony face and decorated with eight diamond indexes.
In other words…hey I see that you only have a couch and a TV in your living room. I would totally have a couch, sofa, love seat, ottoman, stereo system, Wii, cable TV with all the channels and a PS2 all set up nicely in there. Yup I can totally make that work.
So ok, I’m going to come over, kill you, your friends and your family but save all the females so I can have sex with them whenever the whim hits me (you might call that rape but whatevs) so that future people who look like me can say they are 1/10th you.
Some facts you should remember before talking about how the UK ‘got itself into this mess’:
The winning party got less than 37% of the votes. That’s not a win. That’s not the whole of the UK voting for the Tories. That’s them getting 37% of the votes. It’s not even 37% of the voting public. 66.1% of the voting public actually voted.
63,489,234 people in the UK. (Not all of them can vote, I know) 46,425,386 people can vote. 15,900,000people did not turn up to vote at all. (No official count) 11,334,920 people voted for the Conservative Party. 30,698,210 people did not vote for the Conservative Party.
These results show that the UK did in fact vote for other parties than just the one that will fuck us over.
This may look like a very Conservative country when you look at the map of the UK, but if you look at the constituency map, it suddenly looks less Conservative, doesn’t it?
So, in fact, we didn’t all vote to fuck up our lives. Only 37% of people did. And you know what, those are the rich that will only get richer with a Conservative government.
We have atwo party voting system in a country that can have about 50 parties running for seats, and that system, doesn’t work. First Past The Post does not work for what we have. And never will. But it won’t ever change, because the party in power won’t change the way they got into power.
So no, the UK public are not to blame, not all of us. The 11 million that voted, out of the 46 million that could.
36.9% is not a win.
62.1% of the country said NO to a Conservative Government.
Pillars or ancient rock jutted out from the pock marked
surface. Adrift in the silence of space,
the ship continued on its course to the whirling maelstrom, trailing the vaporous
residue of the remains of the engine. Captain
Ulysses glanced down at the engine control panel in dismay. He rubbed his dampened hands on his uniform,
and looked towards the remaining crew on the bridge. He saw
the apprehension in their eyes, the nervousness was thick.
The control panel failed to register as he pressed down upon
the control glass, hoping to call up Engineering. The station was silent and unresponsive. Engineering went dark after the explosion,
and the silence was disconcerting.
“Captain, your orders?” said Ensign Lewis, peering over his
shoulder from the navigation station.
Captain Ulysses felt the pulse pounding in his head, and
tried to swallow, but his throat was parched.
What else was there he could do?
The gravitational pull was strengthening, but without the engines, there
was no hope.
“Any word from Engineering?” said Captain Ulysses, trying to
sound authoritative and confident.
“No, Sir,” said Lewis, his voice warbling almost like a juvenile.
Ulysses shuddered as he focused back on the view screen. The swirling mass was larger now, and seemed
angrier than before. The swirling clouds
emanating from the empty blackness in the center.
“Nine minutes, forty-seven seconds, Sir,” said a crewman. “After that…” his voice trailed off and he cleared
his throat. “After that, we’ll be unable
to reach escape velocity.” He gulped as
he stared into the swirling mass. The
light glistened from the layer of sweat on his forehead.
“Thank you, crewman,” said the captain. He straightened up in his chair and glanced
around the bridge. “It’s been an honor
serving with each of you.” He hesitated,
and made eye contact with the crew on the bridge. “Abandon ship. Get to the escape pods.”
A moment passed before the crew began to move from their
stations as Captain Ulysses activated the emergency beacon and abandon ship
systems. Swirling red lights flared in
the bridge and throughout the ship.
“ALL CREW TO THE ESCAPE PODS…ALL CREW TO THE ESCAPE PODS…THIS
IS NOT A DRILL,” the automated voice repeated throughout the ship.
The captain settled back into his chair watching the bridge
crew quickly leaving. Captain Ulysses
stared into the black hole at the center of the mass, more curious now than
concerned. His eyes grew in fascination
A vision of her beautiful smile entered his mind. Julia’s windblown, long brown hair tickling his
face as she lay atop him. The sweet
taste of her lips was exquisite, and probably the last memory of his beloved
wife. Nine years gone. Ulysses licked
his lips and began to smile, seemingly tasting her kisses.
“Captain!” said Ensign Lewis, the sole remaining crewmember
on the bridge. “The last of the pods are
launching. Just under six minutes.”
Captain Ulysses snapped back to the bridge, and took a deep
breath. “Alright, let’s go,
He stood, patting the shoulder of Ensign Lewis as they left
the bridge, following the yellow lit line directing them to the last escape
Nine years since I
lost her. Nine years too long…
Captain Ulysses looked into the pod, watching Ensign Lewis
strapping into one of the seats, bringing the pod systems online.
“It’s been an honor, Ensign Lewis. Take care of our crew.” The ensign’s face opened in the moment of
confusion as Captain Ulysses closed the hatch and hit the manual launch
controls. The hatch hissed as it sealed
and he felt the soft vibration of the pod launching from the ship. The pod accelerated from the ship, veering a
path towards the other fleeing pods. The
glow of the engines looked like fireflies in the black sky. He walked back onto the bridge.
No longer nervous. No
longer concerned. Captain Ulysses
glanced at the black hole growing larger in the view screen. He relaxed back into the chair, realizing
that it was quite comfortable once the burden of command was gone. Small dots, denoting the pods, on the nav-screen
were fleeing free from the ship. He
nodded as the final pods cleared the gravitational pull and were broadcasting their
emergency rescue beacons.
Ulysses deactivated the alarms and relished the quiet
solitude. He closed his eyes, tasting
her lips in a beautiful memory. Her
warmth felt good, her skin was so soft.
Maybe he’d feel her again. Just a
hug would be worth everything. Making
love to her again would be more than a dream.
Nine years was long enough without her.
No more. Nine years will be it. One way or the other.
One minute ticked by on the counter. The ship shuddered and fractured. He felt the vibrations in his chair from the
dying ship. He deactivated the view
screen amid the creaking and groaning of the ship. He lay his head back into the chair and
smiled as he closed his eyes.
The ship continued on its way, cracking apart, silently
heading to its destiny.
Could you do a scenario with Wonwoo where you barley laugh and even than you cover your mouth with your hand. And it’s just because you have only one dimple and you hate it.
“Ice princess”, “stone-face”, “porcelain doll”—all these
phrases were phrases that were used to describe you. Of course, not everyone
called you these horrid names but they were use among the people who were secretly
jealous of your good looks; you had hair that flowed in just the right way and
eyes that made the stars jealous. Your lips were a rosy pink that drew people
in and became instantly attracted to you. Your skin was naturally perfect and
you rarely broke out and without makeup, you probably looked even better.
However perfect you may seem you just didn’t smile—it’s not like you didn’t
want to! You loved smiling, you liked laughing, and you liked joking around to
make others laugh but that one thing you were insecure about held you back from
everything you wanted to do.
The Volvo 140Series was introduced in 1966 and sold until 1974. In many respects, this was the first Volvo “brick”, with brutal straight lines and rectangular features that seemed to suggest that the Volvo design team had ditched their French curve in favour of a set square, eschewing any consideration of aerodynamic styling along the way! This boxy silhouette would live on into the 1990s in the form of its replacement, the 200 Series, which was really an evolution of the original car rather than a brand new model.
The car was the first Volvo to use a tri-digit nomenclature, with the first digit denoting series, the second denoting number of cylinders and the third denoting the number of door (so a 144 was a series 1 car with 4 cylinders and 4 doors). The 140 Series was initially powered by a 1.8 litre, 4 cylinder engine with single or dual carburettors (B18), which was later replaced by the larger 2-litre, 4 cylinder engine (B20). This was fed by either single or dual carburettors, or Bosch fuel injection (B20E/F).
The 140 Series was sold as the 142 (2 door), 144 (4 door), 145 (estate) and the 145 Express (a high roofed estate).
The Volvo 164 was a luxury version born of the 140 Series - equipped with a longer 3-litre, 6 cylinder engine which necessitated an elongated nose. Therefore, the wings, grille, front bumper, bonnet, headlamp bezels and front indicators were all unique to the 164. This car was produced from 1968 until 1975, when it was replaced by the 6-cylinder variant of the 200 Series.
Famous for incorporating innovative safety features within its cars, Volvo created the VESC (Volvo Experimental Safety Car) in 1972, to demonstrate cutting edge safety features including crumple zones, rollover protection, a ‘disappearing’ steering wheel, anti-lock braking system, automatic seat belts, airbags, pop-up head restraints, interior trim and reversing camera. Many of these features would find there way into the evolutionary 200 Series, which also resembled the VESC in the styling department.
The Volvo 200 Series update replaced the 140 Series in 1974. It shared the same body, but included a number of mechanical and safety improvements. The 200 also replaced the 140-based 164, and overlapped production of the Volvo 700 series introduced in 1982. As the 240 remained popular, only the 260 was displaced by the 700 series, which Volvo marketed alongside the 240 for another decade. The 700 series was replaced a year before the 240 was discontinued.
The car benefited from a broader range of engines, with 4 cylinder versions (240 models) featuring capacities of 1.8, 2.0, 2.1 and 2.3 litres, fed by single or dual carbs or petrol injection and potentially turbocharged depending on model or intended market. The 6-cylinder models (260 models) were equipped with the collaborative PRV V6 engine (2.7 or 2.8 litres). Diesel power was also offered, with derv-sipping models equipped with VW 5 or 6-cylinder powerplants.
The most visually challenging model offered was the Bertone-designed Volvo 262C. Intended to compete in the luxury coupe market, the drivetrain, suspension, floor pan, and many of the body panels of the 262C were taken directly from the Volvo 260 sedan, with Bertone building the roof pillars, roof pan, windshield surround, cowl, and the upper parts of the doors. The roof of the 262C was about 10 cm lower than the 260 sedan and originally wrapped in black vinyl. Alongside svelte coupe offerings from competitors, this ugly duckling had all the grace of a sledgehammer!
Larry very short fic (200 words!) : GUYS SERIOUSLY READ THIS. this is rimming poetry. It’s very well done and i’m absolutely amazed by this.
Been Together Since Way Back When
, by @alivingfire: Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective
four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3.
Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live
happily ever after. Harry Styles doesn’t know what he wants to do
with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even
wants the college degree he’s almost completed. All he does know is who
he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around. Or:
the painfully realistic college au where everyone’s poor, lovesick,
tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest
times of their lives.
Larry Uni AU (95k) : absolutely awesome. “painfully realistic” is perfect to describe this fic : how an established relationship is really working, anh how real life can be a bitch. I feel like back in my Uni time and the feels are strong guys. Also wonderful LGBTQ themes stuff in this fic. A bit of smut but nothing too graphic.
- Oh, Here We Go , by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee :
“Bloody assigned seating, eh?” The kid rasped, beaming geekily, large
front teeth indenting into his bottom lip. Louis felt the corner of his
mouth tug into a minuscule smile. “Well, I’m not sure they exactly expect you to stick to that when it’s this quiet.” “Oh, no.” The kid shook his head. “I follow the rules, mate.” — Louis
just wants to be left alone to enjoy Zac Efron’s new film in peace but
his local cinema’s assigned seating system has other ideas.
Larry AU (3k) : Is there something better than some public sex in a cinema? I’m not sure.
Larry canon fic (9k). Oops, I’ve been stalking the “rough sex “ tag on AO3 again. (kinf of share that)(but mostly bottom Louis). BTW this is a lot of smut.
All Roads Lead To Here
, by @hkafterdark
Louis hasn’t seen Nick since he abruptly left his work experience job at
Radio 1, but the moment he runs into Nick at a restaurant in London, he
finds himself pulled back into Nick’s world—the world he once
desperately wanted to be a part of.
Tomlinshaw famous-not famous AU (42k) : holy shit it’s been a long time I didn’t read a great Tomlinshaw fic. this is is awesome, perfect characterization , Louis is an insecured mess I want to cuddle the shit of him. and smut. Great smut.
my only working remedy
, by anonymous :
Harry is a famous actor, and the media portrays him as a lothario who
sleeps with every woman he meets. His Team steps it up a notch when
Harry is in between movies and they do a promo by launching the contest
“Win a Date with Harry Styles!” Everything goes wrong for Harry’s Team
when the winner is a guy, Louis Tomlinson. But for Harry, everything
Larry famous-not famous AU (42k) : also kind if fake relationship AU. Cute and smutty too (bottom louis)
,by @thepurges :
Harry was looking for pumpkin pie recipes. He’s not sure how he
ended up on a sketchy looking website, watching his best mate finger
himself while talking absolutely filthily, but he’s at least he’s sure
God is real now. Uni AU. Louis is a camboy. Harry pines.
Larry BFF to lovers AU (3k) . Flustered and pining Harry is so cute ! Read this.
“Bloody assigned seating, eh?” The kid rasped, beaming geekily, large front teeth indenting into his bottom lip. Louis felt the corner of his mouth tug into a minuscule smile. “Well, I’m not sure they exactly expect you to stick to that when it’s this quiet.” “Oh, no.” The kid shook his head. “I follow the rules, mate.”
Louis just wants to be left alone to enjoy Zac Efron’s new film in peace but his local cinema’s assigned seating system has other ideas.