#Nomad Skateboarding

[nomad-skateboarding]

Tumblr CEO and owner of Automattic @photomatt in conversation.

I've been using Tumblr as long as WordPress (following Matt), since 2009. Never met, never spoken in real time. But I trust this person more than anyone that runs for profit companies. (Maybe a couple others, like Jim Thibaut at Deluxe SF. AH18 forever 🤘)

Tumblr has always been different, in all the best ways. I believe in Matt's values for this community and believe he'll continue to do his best to do his best for all of us.

I would love to hear from differing views (or any views ��). How to continue to grow and support and rise together?

My answer is to take the time to share my thoughts on autonomy, owning your own content, why we're all 'creators', open source and the ethos behind it, WordPress, and all good humans, on Tumblr daily.

Day 1 - I believe in Tumblr, the people stewarding, and am endeavoring to contribute as much as I've been given.

[minimartianss]

Napsky Skates

[d0rwynn]

Day in the Life of Japanese Homeless: Don’t Do BBQ in Tokyo

I want to support his journey. Nice person. Fun to watch.

[dippedanddripped]

This Girl Is The Most BADASS Skater On The Planet

[heavy-nfld]

Vinland Skates Pop-Up

@ Pasadena Skate Park

Tuesday, May 28th, 2024

[as-is-yours]

happy 2024 summer olympics!

some tog watching the olympics hcs for the soul because i love the olympics and i decided they do too:

andy competed in the ORIGINAL greek olympics. yes she did

with the guard being as competitive as they are, the olympics are a BIG deal in the safe house - it’s like the football world cup but all day every day for three weeks straight

it’s obviously too dangerous for the guard to attend the olympics these days with all of the cameras and media, so they hunker down in a safehouse and watch as much as they can on TV

they used to go most years though, nicky even told nile that he considered competing in olympic shooting back in the mid 1900s but it was too high profile to risk it

quynh was in the ocean when they brought back the olympic games as we know them today. her first olympics year back with the guard she asks andy why everyone is clothed and where the victors wreaths are

nile LOVES the olympics so she fits right into the dynamic when the first olympics of her time with the guard roll around

she was a little nervous about coming on too strong that first year, but when she saw how hard they roast each other and how much they goaded her into being just as competitive and aggressive as they were, she settled in easily

they would later regret unlocking that part of her once they realize how painful watching the olympics with an american is

nile keeps a scoreboard on the wall next to the TV where she updates the medal counts daily and reminds everyone who’s winning (the usa)

joe, quynh, and booker prefer the summer olympics while nile and andy prefer the winter olympics. nicky is just happy to make some money off of booker when france loses, no matter the season

“andy im getting us a peacock account to watch the olympics, they’re starting next week” “peacock account? what the hell is peacock? like the bird??”

there’s ALWAYS a bet going on. for the full duration of the olympic games there is never not a bet going on

nile will be doing joe’s dishes for a month after kaylia nemour beat suni lee in the uneven bars final

booker owes nicky €300 after italy advanced out of the first round of the women’s doubles tennis tournament (france did not) and another €1000 for italy winning the gold medal

andy stays out of the betting for the most part, or just picks the best athlete rather than one representing her home nation

“andy, that’s cheating—” “the scythians were nomadic. i don’t even remember where i was born so i’ll pick whichever athlete i damn well please, and you—” “okay, fine! we get it!”

andy found quynh wandering in a desert, quynh doesn’t really remember where she’s from either so she picks her favorite athletes based on vibe and which countries were her favorites to travel around with andy

there aren’t nearly as many north african athletes as there are italian, french, and american so joe starts adopting the athletes with the most heartwarming comeback/underdog stories as his faves

i feel like nile LOVES usa gymnastics having been a teen watching gabby douglas and simone biles!

that girl was SAT for every gymnastics event cheering on team usa like it was her job

andy has broken her neck attempting to pull off the stunts she sees in olympic snowboarding, gymnastics, skateboarding, figure skating, etc…. but sometimes she nails them. and it’s sick as fuck

nile is from the midwest i know she’s an ice hockey enjoyer. she pregames the winter olympics by making the guard watch miracle (2004) (nicky cries)

booker makes a drinking game for watching the games. he prints out the rules and pins them up next to nile’s medal count. take a sip when an announcer starts yelling, a shot when a random celebrity is shown on the broadcast, and finish your drink when a medalist cries

whenever great britan places below one of the guard’s countries, copley receives a very vulgar and unsportsmanlike text from them

no, quynh does not watch swimming events. thank you for asking

the couch is NOT a safe space. anything goes during the olympics. anyone who gets too mean (or whose athlete loses) can and will be pushed off the couch and exiled to the armchair

i will surely update this as the olympics continue and my friends and i get up to more hijinks. stay tuned and enjoy the greatest sporting event ever conceived

[tequitoclown]

Waiting for the atmosphere harvesters to do their job while I shred my Nomad like it's a skateboard.

[Image ID: A screenshot of No Man's Sky. The exocraft "Nomad" is several meters above the ground on a desert planet at an angle, thrusters active. In the background is cacti-like plants and a massive planet with rings taking up most of the sky. ./End ID]

[slytherinshua]

CALIFORNIA LOVE

genre. kinda just summer love w doy thoughts. fluffy but also a bit angsty. warnings. jealousy. lots of kissing. drinking. i don't usually write in present tense so if there are mistakes im so sorry i tried to proofread but i’m tired 😭 pairing. doy x fem!reader. wc. 663. request. no. a/n. this is all @eternalgyu's fault that i'm writing for nomad now but srsly doy has me in a chokehold its not funny but also sangha is fighting for bias spot SO???

waking up completely hung over with doeui, hearing the murmured curses that falls from his mouth as the splitting headache hits you both at the same time. as soon as you look at each other, all you can do is just laugh and huddle closer under the blankets, alternating kisses on the other’s forehead to soothe the headaches. memories from the previous night are foggy, but all you really care about is being next to him and feeling the warmth of his skin underneath you.

after you sleep for a bit longer and wake up for the second time in the late morning, doeui runs to the store to get hangover medication and pizza. everything about the morning is lazy and unplanned, just the two of you in each other’s company until the party starts later in the day.

doeui loves how you look in his oversized shirt when he comes back from the store; your hair a mess, but your eyes shining with excitement whenever you look at him. you share the pizza, taking turns feeding each other and sneaking in kisses before you get properly dressed for going out. 

except doeui’s idea of properly dressed still involves an open summer shirt exposing his abs and toned chest. it’s perfect attire for the beach, but you can’t help but stare a bit. he can’t complete the outfit without your pearl bracelet and necklace, and in return, you steal his black cap.

drinks, games, skateboarding, swimming, sports, dares— all of the classic summer things that you could indulge in are present at every party. and it lasts for hours. you spend most of the time on the opposing team from your boyfriend, giving him teasing looks and boasting every time you won. you’ll never admit that you purposely got a little touchy with sangha just to get doeui jealous, but you couldn’t deny it either. you wouldn’t have if you hadn’t caught one of the girls staring a bit too closely at his open shirt.  

it works like a charm, from the way he pulls your wrist as soon as the game of beach volleyball is finished. when he’s sure that he’s led you out of sight of his friends, his lips find yours faster than you could speak. it’s rushed and a bit rougher than how he normally kisses you, but it’s exactly the reaction you were hoping for when you did everything you could to rile him up. when he’s satisfied with the way he’s smeared your lipgloss and slightly messed up your hair, he mutters a quick, “you’re mine” before he joins the group again, making sure you were on his team for the next round.

as the sun sets, you gather around a cooler of drinks and popsicles. you steal sips of doeui’s beer throughout the time when you’re all laughing and telling stories. he doesn’t mind. each time he catches you reaching for his can, he feels even fonder of you. but he still drinks some of your cider to make things even.

when the sun sets completely and the rest of the friend group leaves, it’s just you and doeui still sitting together on the sand, listening to the waves lap at the shore and feeling the slight chill of the wind. you lean closer to him when he rests a finger under your chin, allowing him to press soft kisses to as much skin as he could reach on your face. his breath feels warm despite how cold the air is, and you think you could easily be able to stay like this forever.

but all good things must come to an end, and for you and doeui, it ends gradually like the summer turning to fall. as the weather gets cooler, so do your hearts. doeui still thinks back to that summer love every time he looks at your pearl necklace that hangs from his car mirror, longing for one more chance to kiss you.

↳ nomad taglist: @eternalgyu,,

[5-7-9]

Second last airbender OC Chen is the type of person to reinvent something already invented. Air nomad culture smulture- philosophy and whatever. Technically if they weren’t taught it existed then they’d feel like a genius rediscovering stuff.

(Air surfing/skateboarding 😭 I WAS JUST THINKING OF THAT. WAS I EVER UNIQUE?!!? I need to talk to people more… or rewatch everything)

[thesopwithcamel]

Another headcanon for (some) characters from a hat in time (retail, cut content and ARG).

Retail:

Hat Kid has a personal enjoyment of military history, this stems from the fact that apart from those who were directly involved she is the only one that knows what actually occurred and as such has signed an NDA.

Bow Kid is a closeted sadist.

Mustache Girl's main dream before the mafia arrived on the island was to join the local fishing business.

Following the downfall of Mafia boss the mafia essentially fell apart from the inside, some stayed on the island but the islanders kicked them off, the rest went to someplace.

Mafia boss currently resides in La Felin as a permanent guest of the Empress following the events of a hat in time.

Goofy mafia is the only remnant o the mafia still living in mafia town following the events of a hat in time.

Cooking Cat arrived in Mafia town on the same ship the mafia arrived in, apparently mafia boss and her knew each other even before the mafia came to mafia town.

The Conductor is still trying to authorize the FUB government for a new locomotive for the owl express, he still hasn't received a response.

Dj Grooves once tried to create what is basically the bird version of high school musical, it was his biggest flop yet and has never been sold or seen since its original viewing because the penguin pulled it from everywhere out of embarrassment.

Snatcher might say that he doesn't care for the kids but deep down he really does care, among those is filling the fridge with healthier foods and the letter stealing thing he does for his minions.

Vanessa once enjoyed bacon herself however her mother was a bitch.

The Nomads have been around for countless years however nobody knows where the corpses of the dead go, these are fed to the goats who gladly accept them and the lazy paw get nothing.

The Lazy Paw first started out on the moon but fled into the mountains when the FUB sent in the national guard.

The captain has a wife and a child, he has also been on the S literally cannot sink since he was a young wireless operator, using a Marconi wireless which he kept serviced with his own tools.

The Empress actually was once a rich business woman that did some slight crime on the side but after one of the older Nyakuza bosses killed her family and took her eye out she went into crime fully and eventually beat the fucker to death with a crowbar.

Cut content, the prototype/alpha story took place years before the events of the retail game:

Beta kid was originally stitched together by Tim to act as a servant but after some timepiece shenanigans he modified her in order for her to be able to fight back if pressed.

Timmy's first time with a skateboard ended with him accidentally taking both him, Sam and Thor into the sea, they were rescued and Sam taught Timmy how to skateboard since he used to skateboard as a kid and wanted to teach him.

The first and only time Sam used his snub nosed .357 magnum revolver was when he was ambushed by Nyakuza agents while investigating the 'rush hour incident', he was also almost shot by a paranoid Hat Kid when trespassing on her ship to find clues if she was related to the Nyakuza.

Tim the CEO of Time actively takes anti-stress medication as a precaution against meltdowns, it probably doesn't work but he don't take no chances after the 'incident'.

Thor has been inventing since he was a child, his first invention was a mini zeppelin he flew himself.

Beta Mafia Boss' real name is called Jason while the retail one is called Matt, the two hate each other but while Matt's existence is depressing Jason is dead.

The retail mafia and the Beta mafia used to be the same group but a particularly nasty incident lead to a schism.

Moonjumper may be dead but his existence in the depths of Subcon Forest as some sort of deity showcases just how powerful he was when he existed.

TV head narrates everything in his life in the first person.

The Worm once fell into a giant blender, how he survived is beyond me.

ARG, the ARG lot appearing was an accident involving Hat Kid, alcohol and a slight but very entertaining trip into underaged drinking:

Tempus is a bit of a night owl and, thanks to Hat Kid, can take an RPG round to the face and not feel anything.

Puella has a bit of a sweet tooth and when she was younger she would spend money on sweets, under Tempus however she had little options unless Tempus gave some to her as a reward.

Aggripa and Puella are partners and fully intend to get married, Tempus doesn't want them to because they would be annoying to deal with.

Cavus wants them to tie the knot to annoy Tempus.

Among Hat Kid's favorite collective nicknames for the founders is 'the malformed ballsack'.

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[little-lily-w]

Claire walked in hesitantly, her arms went back to being crossed, an unconcious gesture of body language. She didn’t want to be there. And she knew he didn’t want that either but if she tried to escape, her life wasn’t going to be the only one at risk. Did she owe him anything, though? 

The luxury of the bedroom reminded her of the ones in the house she grew in, especially the furniture. It was nice to count with those facilities back then but she wouldn’t exchange it for the freedom she and her mother got when they left. Even if it meant that food was sometimes not enough or that the majestic beds were replaced by boarding house mattresses. And now she was back into this type of lifestyle, and back to being a prisoner of tyrants as well.  

It looked as if he was avoding being face to face with her and, at the moment, she was grateful for it. Being alone in a bedroom with a man was far from comfortable. She thought it’d have been better if she was meant to share Kuina’s bedroom but it was quite obvious that Niragi wanted to make her stay there a living nightmare to get revenge for a silly stupid weapon he got back anyway. Claire looked around the room, biting the inner part of her bottom lip nervously. She walked to the bed to leave the pair of casettes and the walkman she ‘had borrowed’ from him a while ago. The gold sheets felt soft against the touch, inviting to take a good rest. Her nails traced along one of the cabinets, spying over her shoulder if he was looking at her. He seemed to be busy with some documents on the desk so she took advantage to inspect inside as silently as she could. In all honesty, she was looking for some type of weapon, she figured he’d have something near the bed in case he needed it. It wasn’t her intention to attack him but she wanted to be prepared if the outcome of the night wasn’t peaceful or if any of the ‘guards’ outside decided to come in and tried to hurt them. She found none unfortunately but she did find a pile of clean folded shirts from which she took one not asking for permission, hoping to be invisible for the rest of her time there. 

Like a little mouse hurrying its way, she got into the bathroom closing the door behind her and finding relief when she noticed a door pin inside. Click. Claire sighed, walking to the mirror in front of her to take a look. The bruise looked worse than it felt. She turned the tap on and started washing the spots of dry blood away, rubbing her face in the process, her expression breaking momentarily but as soon as it turned into tears, she growled, swallowing every emotion, repressing the memories of people dying before her, the fact that there was no choice but to keep playing, the fact that even if she went back to the world she knew, she’d be all alone, still escaping. A perpetual nomad. 

She gasped out loud, turning the shower on to wash everything away. Unzipping the hoodie and leaving it with her skirt aside, she let the water jet fall right against her forehead once she realized there was another cabinet under the sink with clean towels. She washed her underwear and threw her ripped top into the garbage bin, hoping Chishiya wouldn’t mind that after the shower she had gotten dressed with his shirt. The new image in the mirror made her chuckle. This garment was too square, almost like something a skateboarder would wear and he clearly didn’t look like one. She rolled the bottom up to the waist, making a knot at the side to make it more stylish and match with the long skirt. She figured, although sighing to herself because she already knew the face he’d make once he found out, that there was no better place to hang the wet underwear than on the shower taps. And then she got out the bathroom, more relaxed, letting her beautiful curls air dry as she scrunched them up for them to hold form. 

Everything felt better now. Even the scent of the room, which she hadn’t perceived before. Was it vanilla? Chishiya was still working, it seemed, so she went back to the walkman, this time actually changing the Ricky Martin casette for the flamenco one, placing the buds in her ears. 

She pressed play, looking closely at the cover. First song: Cuidándote by Bebe.  Why precisely that one? Claire breathed in deeply, walking to the window as she heard the angelic voice of the singer. How can a place like that offer such a view? If she was able to escape this prison soon, maybe she’d get lost in the forest, breathing in the earth and the trees, perhaps making a small shrine for her mother in a secluded corner, a place to bring her peace, a place where she could go and talk to her, even if words got carried away by the wind with no known destination inside this new world. 

A tear rolled down her cheek as she took in the view, she wipped it off and moved the cassette forwards, checking if Chishiya was looking at her. She didn’t want to show any sign of weakness, not in that context. Once she pressed play, again, the nostalgia changed into a subtle smile. Candela by Aldeskuido.  A song she knew too well and felt too familiar. 

Happy to find it in the casette, her hips started to move from side to side, her waist waving following the rhythm as the hand that didn’t hold the walkman, moved up and to the side, wrist and fingers tracing circles in the air, proper of flamenco dance. By the time she turned around, the beautiful smile that had grown in her face froze, realizing she was the only one hearing the music in the room. But she wasn’t going to be taken as silly. Plus, it’d be good for him to listen to something different from the electro party music and the deductible boring stuff on the original casette. She walked to him, still with steps that danced subtly, her now bare feet tapping with the heel from time to time with no sound against the floor but filled with art, the art she mastered the best. 

Claire took one of the earbuds out to give it to him, not waiting for him to take it but instead, inserting it in his ear. “Candela, Candela...”, she sang to him, almost whispering with a voice proper of a peaceful lullaby. “Corazón caliente, las manos frías, Candela...” /warm heart, cold hands, Candela/ 

Her hand moved to one side of his head, dancing with twists of the wrist and jumping to the other side of his head. Her chest close to him, hips falling into quietude as she watched his expression. “Are you able to feel this, guapo? This is life. Life and blood running in every note.”

@cheshire-shuntaro

Premonition

Ending the game was another nightmare. Even if it was the second one she participated in since the world changed into this parallel one where no man and no rule meant safety for its habitants, it still managed to affect her. Not that she hadn’t witnessed people dying before but those were mostly willingly involved in businesses that had a clear fate: wealth or death. These games, on the other hand, didn’t discriminate. They went for everything and everyone, including people that had never known true violence until they were face to face with the borderlands. Claire, a name she chose to call herself after her troubled past, took a deep breath before exiting the building. Even if the limit of the outside zone was erased, she still waited for the few survivors of the spades game to go past the laser. Always cautious, she learned to live like that. Couldn’t afford not to be, especially when she had been escaping her whole life. Born as a gipsy woman in Andalusia, member of a family reigned by one of the most powerful household heads, she grew up absorbed in their culture. Pride of her father, a beautiful daughter well versed in flamenco dance and with her own status, she was coveted by more than half of the best young privileged sons. But since she learned to read hands with the help of her beloved mother, she knew her fate didn’t augur well. She predicted the flight the night before it happened. One of her premonitory dreams made her understand there was no going back. And the following evening, after her father had hit her mother once more and left the house for night adventures, they escaped. All the way through Italy and similar nearby countries, they quickly realized Europe was not safe. The father’s network was too big and exhaustive and even if danger wasn’t around the corner, paranoia only increased with time after a sequence of “jumpscares” and they left the continent. And now here she was. Alone in Borderland, with five more days to live, watching carefully the actions of the group of men standing outside the building who had also played with luck and stregth on their side. One of them looked like their boss, muscular and stoic, he must have been a soldier or perhaps a policeman because he was the one taking down one of the armed “cowheads”. The other one was a little aside. quiet and maybe as vigilant as she was. His face looked sharp but gentle, confusing to say the least. Claire couldn’t help but chuckle silently at the sight of his blonde messy hair. These payos*. And the last one reminded her of a monkey. Too loud and obnoxious with far longer hair and piercings ‘adorning’ his face. But the monkey caught her attention the most because he let go of the knife in his belt and laid it on the ground to readjust his waist. Exactly what she needed. A weapon. It was risky but it was more dangerous to go around with nothing to defend herself. With a stealthy walk, Claire made her way out the building and behind the group, snatching the knife and running away. She knew she had been seen because the monkey alerted the rest of them and it didn’t take long to hear their steps following her. Joder*. Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop running.

* * *

Shuntaro stood there outside the game venue, taking in the moonlit sky and doing his best to drown out the mumblings of the already half-drunk Niragi, bragging about how he almost certainly is the strongest of all of the people gathered there. Ridiculous, Chishiya thought, if it is what he will have to listen to for all of their ride back to the Beach he will gladly walk.

Aguni, as it is in his nature, simply stood there with his arms crossed, eyeing his precious guard dog sternly, possibly hoping that it will work in calming him down. But, alas, all of the other survivors of the game leaving the venue glued their eyes towards him while he was performing this tirade, waving his assault rifle around, endangering everyone around him. Knowing this monkey it probably had the safety off.

Chishiya rolled his eyes and begged for something stimulating to his mind to show itself on the horizon. As if a sign from the gods the sign did appear but in form of a petit brunette woman of darker skin, crouched and crawling towards Niragi's knife that lay on the ground. He tilted his head and looked towards other participants, they didn't seem to notice her. Shuntaro had enough of Niragi's rambling's so he simply leaned on the nearby wall and smiled slightly. This should be interesting, he thought focusing his eyes on the woman. A few more seconds passed and to his surprise, she did manage to snatch the knife under Niragi but the victory didn't last long. The monkey turned towards the floor and begun rotating along his axis, looking for his posession anxiously.

"Who the fuck took my knife?" — he yelled, eyeing the survivors that gathered around him

"That would be her." — Chishiya chuckled arrogantly, pointing at the woman's brunette hair dissappearing into the alley nearby.

"And you didn't say anything? You'll pay for that, you bitch." — Niragi's eyes narrowed as he clenched his jaw and then added, shouting. — "Let's get her, first to catch her gets the VIP lonuge on me."

Soon a tremor of about a dozen feet ran in the direction of the nearby alley. She stood no chance, simple mathemathics. But the evidence shoved that she fought bravely because by the time Chishiya lazely sauntered over there he saw two militants clutching their faces - one of them bleeding from his nose and the other one, well, looked like the blackeye would look terrible in the morning. He pushed his way through the couple of men and saw Niragi holding the thief by the scruff of her neck, the barrel of the assault rifle caressing her chest, a threat and also a demonstration of Niragi's view on women.

"Hey, look what I caught — a little bird! Chirp if you're scared, birdy." — he laughed viciously, tilting his head. — "Now, has no one taught you that you're not supposed to take what's not yours?"

* * *

@little-lily-w

[nomad-skateboarding]

View from where I sleep often. *While under the influence

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