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Ggroverxv.bsky.social

If it's a certain type of 1970s British car built in certain factories late in the working week, that'll be a "When I press the brake pedal the windscreen wipers come on" type of wiring loom

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TStwstdbro.bsky.social

Lexan fades over time & gets scratches from wipers that become a nuisance at night. Windshields are fairly cheap to replace too.

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Jjerichowolf.bsky.social

Love it when my dad gets all uppity and then says I'm not helping and then brings my sexuality into it for no relation at all šŸ˜¢ (And all I'm trying to do is get new windshield wipers put on my car and he broke 1 of the new ones)

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GOtentoten.bsky.social

If a car has windscreen wipers that move in opposing directions like some kind of manical, mechanical crab - as far as I'm concerned, it's scrap.

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Mboldulysses.bsky.social

Double-decker thin bumpers & close-set wipers are my jam. Love the W116. šŸ˜

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CAcrossroadart.bsky.social

Sloan, The werewolf bitch that ruins my peace. Villain of ā€˜The Henchmenā€™s Guideā€™ & therefor Theoā€™s boss. Sheā€™s also, unfortunately, my most popular OC. A certain club of people oughta be ashamed of themselves; bitch kills, kidnaps & condemns people to terrible deals. I swear, the barā€™s in hell. #OC

This evil looking woman is Sloan. She looks like the reason for the satanic panic of the 80ā€™s, she probably was the reason for the satanic panic of the 80ā€™s. Sheā€™s covered in tattoos, including but not limited to unspooled cassettes, a fleeing rabbit with the words ā€™ready or notā€™ ribboned around it, a tit bird under the word ā€˜stupidā€™, a grim reaper smoking, a lizard with a crown and a masturbating merman taking up the majority of her right forearm. Her hair is a wild black mane and her canine teeth will give you worse things than rabies. She is lazily smearing blood ā€˜offā€™ her face with no success & is only fulfilling the effect of spreading the scarlet strain across her mouth, making her white canine teeth all the more stark in the surrounding red. Sheā€™s wearing a grey tank top with a skull, a cockatrice & the words ā€˜Reconnecting with my fiendish inclinationā€™ on it.
Additional note: The top Sloan is wearing is a real top designed & sold by my friend @hedgebette.bsky.social
Itā€™d started raining through the mist that Sloan stood in the thick of. It hadnā€™t yet sodden her wild black hair but thin rivers of water were already running down her face & naked body, marbling over her tattoos. Sheā€™s a tall woman, though itā€™s not apparent in this picture from her ribs up, outside of the impression given by the way she looks down on the frame with black eyes & condescending amusement. She raises 1 eyebrow, itā€™s a dark distinct shape against her pale grey skin, but still youā€™d nearly be forgiven for not catching the expression on her gaunt face, given the attention her tattoos draw. In the center of her chest is a heart being bitten into by a pair of fanged teeth & on the illustration of her own exposed ribs read the words ā€˜A-ți lua inima Ć®n dințiā€™. Down the length of her arm is a merman, heā€™s in a state of bliss & with his hand reaching south, out of frame, u can guess why. Meanwhile her collar bone reads the words ā€˜All the better to smell u withā€™. U r welcome to run.
On a wet road in a dim foggy forest, a werewolf so dark it could be described as a silhouette with white eyes, looms over a young man laying on the tarmac in a frozen state of fight or flight.
The young man is in a dark pink hoodie which contrasts with the otherwise cool, dark pallet of the scene.
Though a rain splattered windscreen a terrible woman stands in a dark, vast, near empty parking lot. From the waist up she is in shadow and below that she is illuminated in the headlights. She has pallid skin, an untamed mane of black hair whipping in the wind and wears a black knee length coat, a pair of dark shades and black knee high boots. Her stance is causal and patient, breathing a cloud of vapour while one hand sits in her pocket.
A pair of windscreen wipers pulse across the visage of her. 
She is looking directly into the car at the young man in the back seat who is reflected in the review mirror.
He is wearing a pink hoodie and seeā€™s his miserable fate in her. The top half of his face is in shadow, while the bottom half of his face is lit with the warmth of street lights that cast the shadows of rain drops onto his cheek and nose.
He is defiant, but he is also scared.
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Youth of America by The Wipers

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LFwriteleighso.bsky.social

Can you get goggles with wipers?

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DWcoqdorys.me

omg... wiper dualies... dualie wipers... omg...

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