#bycicle tires

[pauldotbike]

Got a new set of tires for my gravel bike. The terravail Washburns in 700x42 in durable casing. Replacing the horribly unreliable WTB Byways.

So far so good. They seem to be way gripper than the byways.

[robin374]

TF2 mercs with reader who has a motorcycle. Pls. I beg 😭

Mercenaries and Bikers

Characters: Scout, Miss Pauling

Notes: Romantic realtionship, establisehd relationship, gender neutral reader.

A/N: I didn't proofread, so have fun LMAO

I think that he really likes motorcycles. Not in the mechanical way but in the speed way. He really likes to feel the air hitting hisface when he goes at full speed on a stolen motorcycle.

He's a bit sad that he can't go on rides with you. However, he always manages to tag along with you thanks to a random and weird idea. There was a time that he tied a bycicle to your motorcycle and told you to go at full speed. That didn't finished well of course.

He sometimes tries to outrun you while you are driving. Just imagine that you are driving around the highway and suddenly you see a man running at full speed to you. It's scary.

You two had finally decided to go on a date around the town. He proposed to drive the old ass van that the team used for missions. You declined the offer and told your boyfriend that Engie had finished fixing your motorcylce. He jumped a bit surprised, you had a motorcycle and you didn't tell him?

You guided him to the garage. The moment you opened the door he gasped comically loud and skipped towards your motorcycle. "This is so cool!" He exclaimed happily while walking around the vehicle. "How come you didn't tell me you owned a motorbike?" He said, you smiled at his excitement. "Not everyine likes it... My family used to tell me that it was dangerous, because you don't have much protection." You explained, he exclaimed an exagerated 'what?' with his hands on his head. "Don't listen to them! Motorbikes give a lot of adrenaline!"

Without your permission, he sat on the motorbike and took the steering wheel. You sat behind him and wrapped your hands around his torso. You smiled as you rested your head on his back. You had finally found someone who appreaciated your hobbies.

She loves when you go to pick her up from work. You are like her personal taxi driver, motorcycle driver in this case. Yes she just killed 7 agents that the team forgot to kill, BUT your beatiful and lovely girlfriend is tired and needs a ride home. So you better go and pick her up >:(

Everytmie you fix her bike she kisses your cheek. Then, in her next mission she purposely breaks it so you can pick her up. You've given up on fixing her bike at this point.

She really likes to see how you take off your helmet. She thinks it's sexy.

You were arriving to the point that Pauling told you to pick her up. As you were reaching the abandoned gasoline station you saw antoher person apart from your girlfriend. You sighed, it was Scout again. You stopped right in front of you partner trying to ignore the insisting voice of the mercenary. "The boys left without him again." You girlfriend explained as she took the spare helmet you were offering her. "You're not gonna leave me here, are you, Y/N?" Scout asked, his lip a bit curled in an attempt to pout. "You run really fast right?" You ignored his question, he nodded proudly and before he started speaking you interrumpted him. "Then, I'm sure you can keep up with us." With that said, you revved up the bike and rode Miss Pauling to her home.

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

hi, the way this blog is formatted and the menu is written is so creative and fitting! i had a great time looking through it

may i request some fem reader w rocky? maybe him playing the violin or reciting poems in a public space to himself and reader is the only one to react (positively) so he immediately is struck in awe. please and thank you :)

Good evening, Anon!! First off, thank you very much for the compliment. Two things you should know, however...

This ended up over three thousand words long somehow. (For the record, it was gonna be a scenario.)

It's the cheesiest meet-cute I've ever written, so I advise you all to brace yourselves, folks-

That being said, enjoy!! <3

When you heard it, everything else quieted.

The thunder of cars bolting down a busy road, metal armor bobbing upon four wheels as they broke past and left smaugful clamor clashing against the monstrum business blocks, softened to but a distant skitter of shiny black bugs ambling self-importantly about. The cacophony of pedestrians, indiscernible faces in square suits and tasteful pastels spewing bits of language into one converging mess, each voice independent yet competing for dominance until they clawed at your eardrums and suffocated your thoughts now felt no graver than the meek rustle of forest foliage when coddled by the summer breeze; a humming chorus to a beautiful solist’s serenade, and when a bycicle trilled inches past normally skittish, city-dweller you it didn’t even occur to step aside as you were far too absorbed in the one delightful sound that made the greys of asphalt’s reign seem greyer and dulled even the most striking women’s daywear to sun-worn cleaning rags in comparison.

It was a melody the color of blue, matching his eyes.

You hadn’t a chance to admire them for long when you spotted him in the crowd. They drifted closed for long stretches of time as their owner’s features suggested a deep, gentle focus on the music, his whole being smoothing into the instrument. There was something bewitching about the violin, you found; seemed even its players could seldom resist its particular pull, fingers dancing across the strings as if possessed by magic. The rosined bow dipped to and fro in a hypnotic sequence that pulsed like the rise and ebb of the tides; sometimes the pace changed, slowed to but a meandering, peaceful ponderance before it flew from the threads of catgut like nimble sparks of lightning, with the ease and comfort of at least a thousand hours of practice.

Must’ve been a classical piece, if not improv; but for that far too complex. Vivaldi? Mozart? You hadn’t heard it before, so you couldn’t confirm, however it proved the enchanting stranger to be both talented and educated. He looked up from his divine craft to initiate eye contact with passersby and, yes, he had the bluest eyes indeed, seated under emphatic brows, and he gave a hopeful smile of such integrity to those undeserving strangers who walked past in indifference as if he’d been an smaug-borne ghost, a trick of the light invisible to all but yourself and when he turned in resignation and his gaze caught upon you, playing still, your breath hitched in your throat.

How long had you been gawking there, frozen on the sidewalk like a dimwit? Oh, no. He must have thought you such a creeper; a notion which you had to rectify, and rectify it quick. Puff your chest out, march up, tell him you liked his playing and leave a dime; you took off at once with this very plan in mind.

In doing so, you forgot you had stood on opposing sides of the road.

Heels clicked across hot concrete in a headlong hurry. You realized that the cars were still coming midway through when his eyes widened in horror and a spontaneous screech of tires replaced that joyous melody. You stumbled back, blinded by car polish and a pair of glaring headlights you profusely apologized to before skittering away from a second car in the right lane when it came to an angry halt likewise. Loud honks scolded you along your path whilst you yelled back sheepish sorries.

Well, talk about making an entrance.

As you reached the paved edge, a hand manifested to help you up on it.

“Are you alright, miss?”

And blue eyes. You felt yourself sink further into the road with the transient wish those cars had hit you after all, nonetheless took the offer and tottered along with the stranger’s help. He held bow and violin in his other hand, by the neck, and you narrowly avoided stepping on their rickety case with a meager amount of coins and a crumpled up bill inside.

Ah, right. He’d been busking, after all.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” he reiterated, scanning you, and you realized you’d missed the previous question. “It’s hardly safe to cross this thoroughfare without looking both ways first, you know. You ought to try that next time.”

“I know, I know– I’m sorry. I’m fine.”

You weren’t. Not when this handsome vagabond with the most radiant blue oculars you’d ever seen and enough of a musical gift to put you in a trance kept observing you from such proximity whilst implicitly chiding you for being a tunnel-visioned idiot.

“Well, great news, then!” he grinned. Oh. That’s a lot of teeth, you noted with slightly raising eyebrows. “I doubt I’d have been able to sleep tonight had you met an undue fate under the stampede of these motorized beasts all for just trying to reach me.”

An odd penchant for metaphors, too. When you didn’t respond right away, he withdrew his gesturing hand in contemplation.

“You… were careening specifically my way, yes?”

“Yes!”

You snapped out of your appreciation for his endearingly boyish timbre and thereby commenced a frantic battle with your purse as you attempted to pry something from it.

“Right, I was heading this way– just give me a moment–”

He watched in intrigue as you counted something he couldn’t see under your breath, then produced the intended amount of what he identified to be cash and reached to hand it over to him, near breathless.

“I really loved your playing.”

You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye yet hardly missed his astonishment when he conceived the sum.

“Miss, that’s ten dollars.”

“Yes,” you affirmed curtly. “What of it?”

“I can’t accept that.”

Hearing which, you did finally face him with a frown.

“You’re a very kind soul,” he asserted in a hurry, smile never faltering, “and I’m thoroughly humbled by your contribution, but I cannot rob a lady of her hard earned pay in good conscience for that frivolous noise–”

“It was beautiful noise,” you interjected with knitted brows, “I really did enjoy it, and you deserve much better audience than the pedestrians of some drab street corner who’ll never bother to pay your music the attention it deserves.”

You pointed curtly toward the flow of people. Some in turn spared you a glance, but then you blended into their scenery again like another pair of shop mannequins.

“So take it from a lady,” you enunciated, all but shoving the money in his chest, “and I sincerely hope you end up in a concert hall someday.”

You exhaled and waited. He stared at your extended hand, then you, then at your hand and back again and gorgeous as you found those gleaming sapphires you couldn’t for the life of you tell what he was thinking. Your arm muscles trembled, and you contemplated whether sparing yourself from the awkwardness of further playing statue might be worth giving up anyway.

Finally, he seized your wrist with both hands. He didn’t seem to notice your startlement as he was busy beaming at you bright enough to put celestial bodies to shame.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh…”

God forsake it, that smile alone was turning your heart into a fluffy, overripe dandelion inside your chest. If he kept up, you feared he might just blow it apart.

But you managed to tell.

“Well, miss…” he began, implementing your surname, and you would’ve bolted on pure instinct had you not taken root at your spot, “your generous praise is, by far and large, the most invaluable gift I could’ve received on this brilliant morning.”

You took a deep inhale, acutely aware of his touch tingling across your skin even though he meant nothing by it… you supposed.

“You have certainly made a lowly troubadour’s day with your gracious approbation,” he patted your knuckles, at the same time gently shoving your offer away. “You see, I could tell from the moment our gazes locked across the street that I would enjoy the pleasure of meeting someone positively extraordinary… right after she ambled through the active traffic. Call it a concise connection of kindred souls, if you will. You, miss, have proved yourself a true appreciator of the arts.”

When those blue eyes were holding yours hostage so intently, you almost did believe he could see into your very soul. You tried to brave it, however.

“Thank y–”

“Which is why this won’t be needed.”

You held the rejected money against your chest, where he had guided it.

“You’ll be better off forfeiting it to charity,” he suggested, “if aiding the honest predicaments of your fellow citizens in need is a cause dear to your heart. Like orphans! Those poor, unmothered things, always caught in the throes of some quintessential lack or other; surely they could put your benevolent funds to good use… that is, in case you are looking to make a charity. If you’re not interested in, erm, providing for the orphans, that’s still quite fine. You just seem to me the sort to care for children. But that doesn’t make it your obligation, of course, to feed the orphans… no one is about to force that duty upon you… in equally sound conscience I suppose you could just as well keep the money…”

He proceeded along his mildly morally concerned tangent, but any of it beyond the lip movements you ceased to process. Some convoluted cliché about personal indulgence over supporting the waifs of the world, you reckoned. In terms of lifting your spirits it achieved a ludicrous heap of nothing, and amidst your silent marinating in this strange and unexpected failure of your strange and unexpected encounter, you continued to clutch the bills to yourself.

You didn’t figure that may have looked like dismay on his end until he trailed off, fidgeting vaguely as he probed your expression. The warmth of his hands on yours still lingered.

“My attempt at a point is,” he resumed at a slower pace, “you’re awful generous, but to tell you the truth, I’m quite comfortably off without the help. I am employed, after all.”

“You are?”

Rude as it sounded to gape the question so, you hadn’t considered that possibility. He was… well, not badly dressed, but his clothes appeared worn and a tad oversized on his comically skinny limbs, granting him a ragamuffin sort of appearance.

Though you still found it quite charming.

“Sure am!” he grinned in earnest, and you’d soon come to accept that his face simply looked that way when he did. “This is only some nifty supplemental income for a craft I spend day and night honing anyway. Really, I play out here to preserve my associates’ peace of mind more than anything. The other day they got so peeved with all the melodic caterwauling my boss had to fetch a broomstick and chase me out into the great wide open after failing to quiet me down.”

A chuckle escaped you at the joke, and it’s like his eyes gleamed brighter.

“What can I say,” he admitted with a theatrical shrug, “a musician’s ichor pulses to the ever-flowing rhythm of higher realms beckoning. That can hardly be helped. When my eager heart doesn’t sing Apollo’s odes from the strings, it reaches for the lyre, however… but they don’t deal in stanzas and limericks on the job market in contemporary times.” He glanced off into the distance wistfully, as if envisioning an ideal future where they did. “Miss M, our aforementioned lady-in-charge, says it’s only since our customers can’t exactly do the Lindy Hop to recitativo verse form.”

“So that means you’re a poet?”

“Indeed!”

You hummed in acknowledgement. He gave his vest a proud little adjustment as part of the performance, not that it served to make him look any more presentable.

“Vivacious vicinal versificator,” he expatiated with a playful half-bow, “humble herald of numinous inspiration, eulogizing the beauties of this peculiar earthly life to the cobblestone and the stars for a passtime. Old Muddy Miss herself has proven to be my most faithful audience… and for lack of substantial competition, in her listening skills she remains unexcelled.”

“Not for long, I should hope.”

That made him pause. Your nerves struck you alert as you rushed to explain.

“That is, well, I would be curious to join said, um, audience… mayhaps… sometime. I mean– you have a fascinating vocabulary, sir, so I can only imagine…”

He listened on with perplexed blue eyes; you mentally smacked yourself for the honorific. No one so refreshingly unrefined as this overeager stray puppy of a man could even remotely qualify for a ‘sir’, and you were happy about that, because had you made so many social blunders with any other stranger in succession you would’ve craved death.

He took his sweet time providing a readable reaction, but when he did he laughed. Not with a mocking edge, as you had feared; the sound tinkled as melodically as his trusty violin.

“Oh, miss, you’re just a bundle of pleasant surprises.”

You came to chuckle along, too, a nervous smile stretching your lips. He took your hand again.

“I’d be delighted to deliver a private recital,” he dipped forward then paused, perhaps contemplating whether a kiss on the back of it would be appropriate, peering up at you in a bluest display of rapt attention that made your heart leap, “if that’s truly the case.”

You averted your eyes. The vague unease as if you’d given your name to a fae in a stroke of recklessness minutes prior melted into the bustle of sluggish, smoke-ridden traffic.

“So where is it that you work?” you switched the topic.

Attuned, he let go of your hand as if it had burned him, adjusting his hat like an excuse.

“Little Daisy Café,” he responded quickly, perpetual cheer intact. “It’s just an ambitious spit from here, actually, a few blocks down that way.” He pointed in the opposite direction from where you’d been headed. “Awful cute little gem of an establishment. Perhaps you’ve been to?”

“No, not that I recall.”

“Well, I can only recommend that you drop by. The pancakes are to die for.”

“And there’s live music?”

You both glanced at the violin, then back at each other. He gave you another grin that you couldn’t help but detect as somewhat complicit.

“Makes your early beverage taste all the sweeter.”

You let your eyes linger on one of the boutique windows in the background; a closed one under construction. The ample light struck it at an angle which obscured the debris-filled darkness and activity inside, flawless glass surface glimmering at front in gorgeous deceit. Its reflective sheen conjured an alluring vision; deep azure sky dotted with fringed, fluffy lamb-clouds.

Suppose you offered it.

“Well, if you won’t let yourself be tipped,” you sighed, putting your money away, “may I treat you to breakfast, at least? A plate of those fabled pancakes, even?”

Childlike delight flashed across his face before the metaphorical reins were pulled back with a frantic grip.

“Why, miss, you’re spoiling me,” he lamented, “but I really shouldn’t–”

“I was heading for the bakery myself,” you continued with a pacifying gesture, “but now with your recommendation in mind, I might as well try a treat from that ‘little gem’ of a café, no? You could show me the way there, and… I suppose I could listen to those stanzas of yours, if you’d be willing to share…”

The words intended to compose the rest of your reasoning kept tumbling from your grasp before you could string them together, and someone in the crowd of pedestrians laughed. A snooty, feminine laugh. He kept watching you and you only, however, engulfing you in that mysterious blue once again.

“…granted that is okay with you, of course.”

He began to smile like the sun itself and dove with startling momentum for the violin case.

“Why, it’d be most uncouth to refuse the benevolent offer of such lovely ladyship,” he concluded while packing away his instrument then slapped the lid over the case once finished, money withstanding, “and I don’t reckon I’ll make two more pennies to rub together this morning, so I’d be more than happy to escort you along.”

He grabbed the handle and sprung up, beaming at you with the energy of a couple additional suns before he got an idea and moved to offer his free arm toward you like the smoothest of gallants. Clearing his throat, to boot.

“Mademoiselle?”

You put a hand to your chest, accentuating the action with a playful once-over.

“Chivalrous,” you chuckled before locking his arm with your own. The two of you would set off this way not unlike lovers, which he stiffened at the realization of.

“Too much?” he questioned.

“No, it’s quite alright.”

The cracks in the sidewalk became very interesting all of a sudden, however. You could feel his skinniness and lack of musculature thus far only guessed through the rolled-sleeved shirt; not that you minded.

Must have not gotten treated to meals often.

“About that poetry,” he piped up a bit quieter than before, “granted you won’t tire of my voice ahead of time…”

“Don’t be silly.”

You gave him a look, then caught yourself.

“Well, alright,” he resigned with an evaluating pout when you turned away, “but, uh… unfortunately, most of my limbs are occupied. And the fervent gesticulation makes up half the performence.”

By that point, you found yourself believing him. You all but burst into laughter at the mental image.

“Maybe you can gesticulate it to me after the fact,” you quipped.

“…Fair enough.”

You reached a street corner together and turned it. From the corner of your eye, a young couple were teasing each other by a flower shop on the opposite side of the road with a posy gift of piquant red tulips, blushing and giggling. You matched the bouncing steps of the stranger you were intertwined with in newfound giddiness.

“Let’s see,” he pondered, scanning the rows of buildings in an absent-minded manner before his eyes lit up. “Right! As fortune would have it, there does happen to be one I’ve been itching to inflict on a willing pair of ears for the past week…”

He made a big show of clearing his throat before he began; you were eager to let the mesmerized flow that had brought you to him in the first place take you along, absorbing the dramatic inflection and animated spirit oozing from his entire complexion as he made the widest gestures he was capable of in his inhibited position nonetheless.

A stranger indeed…

“Wait!”

Before he could proceed with any experimental odes to clay and calicos, you cut him off. He turned to you right away, magic put on hold.

“I never caught your name.”

He glanced around in recollection before those notorious brows sprung up.

“I never passed it,” he exclaimed, bewildered, and wriggled from your hold haphazardly as he scrambled for his hat. “Oh, foolish I! Forgive me this horrendous discourtesy, milady, if you might find it in your heart.”

You simply observed him in amusement.

A zephyr swept along the length of the street, bringing where you stood a nectarine fragrance which, though delicate, transcended the heavy smoke and for a delightful moment let you smell nothing but itself. With his hat now off and held politely to his chest, the breeze ruffled his tousled hair as it did yours. His blue eyes shone in the urban grey like diamonds.

“The name is Rocky Rickaby.”

And when he said it, you already knew you wouldn’t tire of that voice anytime soon.

[cathalbravecog]

a more personal piece with cathal i did

(instead of going to sleep right away i was listening to an album (bycicle patricia taxxon) and was browsing thru and looking at things that make me upset. however i recognized it quickly, stopped, and didn't let those feelings drown me out. the music also helped me calm down. was too tired to draw a normal piece so i hopped in ms paint and this just kind of came out. thank you cathal for being there for me to draw in personal pieces)

drawn in ms paint, version without effects on the left and version with effects on the right. effects were added in sai 2

[sherrymagic]

3, 13

hi Shan thank you so much for sending this, hope you're doing well 👀🩷

3. Who was your first Asian ql blorbo?

Sky from Love In The Air for sure, it was adoption at first sight snakhsdj he has bewitched me shared trauma responses & soul since the very first word he spoke! friend who suggested me the show literally said "he reminds me of you so much" first thing before i even watched and she was so right ✨

13. Which Asian ql tropes get you every time?

bisexual on a motorcycle gets me every single time, or in general every motorcycle/bycicle/scooter related moment in every way or form in any ql show. Ongsa driving Sun's scooter at the end of 23.5? SandRay in ep 5? every PhayuRain or PaiSky scene involving a motorcycle in LITA? i don't care how many similar scenes they can throw at me i rarely ever feel tired of it as long as it fits and it means anything emotionally-wise or for the plot (says girl who usually despises any trope that gets repeated more than twice in the same category of media)

also a huge sucker for all those 🏳️‍🌈❓ moments characters often have in ql shows AND the various pool scenes/underwater kiss variations (although ngl i should likely blame the skamverse for this)

Asian QL Ask Game ♡

[findafight]

Hmmm that Joyce doesn’t care about Steve got me thinking….

And if she were played by anyone but Winona, I’d agree, I’d think she hates Steve because Jon hates him… but like. One thing that I like about st is that the Byers don’t have weird overbearing relationship with their mother, that happens a lot with people in their situation. And I can’t imagine Joyce hating on Steve? Or even not caring for him? Mostly because after very quick break up that he and Nancy had, he continues to drive the kids around? I think she would totally notice it and appreciate it, especially since he obviously drove Will around too, let them in to see the movies for free and etc. Joyce is a kind of person who is both not shocked by violence (her relationship with Hopper is old, they were friendly at school, and she is fine with him, let alone Lonnie), and appreciates kindness (Bob). Will coming home and telling her how they hanged out at the mall and Steve was there and he let them in to the movies for free and then gave them some leftover ice cream, and then when his shift ended he drove them home, because it was too hot for bycicles? Steve is a sweet kid. What’s not to like, literally. He was at their home and helped them against the demogorgon because he came to apologize to Jon specifically! She likes Hopper, what she is going to think that Steve is too much for her? He is a kid with big brown eyes who is capable of recognizing that he was in the wrong, knows how to apologize and who drives her youngest around, and DUSTIN likes him very much! Dustin, who was the most bullied out of them all! Even Jonathan doesn’t think that Steve is a bad person, by the way! Jonathan thinks that Steve is stupid and irresponsible (compared to Jon). It’s his selling point to Nancy (but remember, I can write a nice essay, Nancy!).

As for Karen, that weird middle life crisis that the Duffers wrote for her is so misogynistic that I can’t even with that. I am so upset about that. For real, they are such assholes.

all good points for her liking Steve! but tbh I just think Joyce....doesn't really think about Steve all that much. Not that she doesn't have reasons to like him! Just that she has her sons and her job and her life, I don't know if she would really be paying much attention to Steve. He's Dustin's older friend who gives the kids rides, which is nice, he's involved with the Upside Down and helped them. I'm sure she appreciates his help, but she just doesn't really feel the need to think more of him?

I think if Jon vocally didn't like him (which he may have post s1 or 2, not that steve was a bad person [because he did save Jon and Nancy's lives] but that he was dumb and annoying) she might clock it as weird because Steve seems nice. He protected the kids, he drives them around, he probably lets them raid the cupholders of his car for spare change. But Jon is her son and so she would take his opinion into account, possibly without realizing that Nancy used to date Steve and now she's dating Jonathan.

I think the Byers are pretty insular in their protection, and Joyce did move away from Hawkins, leave Steve as the oldest in the know, when it's come back twice when they thought it was over. So maybe she's a bit suspicious of him, or barely thinks about him. I don't think she's all that motherly towards him though. she could be! but eh. probably not.

as for karen....they shouldn't have done that. If they wanted a "Woman tired of her boring suburban life takes her power back" plot and have her hit on an established character they should have had her try to flirt with Mr. Clarke. Maybe set up a "date" with him (but for comedy purposes and #gay Scott Clarke truthers, have him legit think she wants to know more science. autistic icon Scott Clarke ily) and then! have her back out and set up the fair date with mr. wheeler, have him pay the ferris wheel attendant to stop at the top (despite his fear of heights) and have them have a nice time with a weird intermission running into Hop and Joyce.

there are so many ways to do that than have her flirt with a boy her daughter's age!! it's gross!!!

[winterrinpariss]

Arsenal vs Fulham: 2-2

second half thoughts. (asleep for the first half lmao)

im tired

Fulham at home and we draw…this isnt ok

what is mikel doing?? why is he so insistent at P*rtey at RB and big Gabi on the bench??????? what did Gabriel do seriously???? stop putting P*rtey at RB, or, even better, stop putting him on the pitch as a whole, and get Gabriel in what is the problem!??!(!?!?!(!(!

Also why do we immediately lessen the pressure when we’re in the lead? stop that. dont do that.

Now putting that aside…Fabio Vieria

I doubted him, everyone did, but goddamn…the assist? the bycicle kick?? hes cooking something guys i can feel it

I feel like if Trossard was given a bit more time he would’ve pulled through, because he always does but oh well I guess😐

I will give Havertz a little more time and wait for the lineup to go back to normal before I speak on him, but i think he hasn’t been terrible overrall. We’ve seen what he can do in pre-season, i’m sure we’ll see it again

[vodyaniks]

1,12,21

For Arcana and Bloodborne lol

I have written an essay xd

Enjoy ;)

1- For Bloodborne

Djura - well yeeaaah i know he has a gun and suuure hes shooting it at you but hes just a kind man trying to save his friends. Cmon he even left a polite lil note outside for ya.

1- for Arcana

Ok ok ok ok so back in the day I would say that no one gets Muriel really (before we got his route I've seen some hate of him for being rude or something(( my king deserves better)). But now i feel like its lucio (???) Like yes bitch has writing consistency of a monkey slamming on a typewriter

But at least go read some other routes before fighting people about how hes not that terrible of a person.

12- Bloodborne

THE CHAPEL DWELLER!!! THE CHAPEL DWELLER!!! THEY R FREN !!SUCH GOOD FREN!!!

12-Arcana

Jesus fucking christ on a bycicle give Portia some love. I sometimes get it cause even the devs forgot her but she deserves so much better my queen.

21- Bloodborne

The difficulty ;) stop fucking scaring begginners im so tired of it let people fail and win at their own pace. Sure bb has a bigger learning curve then most stuff but its still just that - a learning curve. And bb is one of more easy from games to get into.

21 - Arcana

Skinny white boys

Like i get the appeal (a julian wife myself) but a lot of the best parts of the arcana is diversity in characters imo and lore, important interactions hidden within other routes. You truly cant get the whole picture without reading at least half of them. So i just feel like ppl are missing out by only reading what they r comfortable with.

[r3xcorvus]

May I add "You have such lips you step on them" which is like telling someone they have no shame

"To the ass with the bycicle" which is used when someone is asking something of you that is hard to do/you cant do or are tired of doing/you're hecking fed up w something

"You can chew on the tragedy" basically said when is quite obvious something is going to go wrong "I clap with my ears", response when someone wants to attempt something impossible, like "If you actually manage to do that, I'll clap with my ears"

"No bros no wins" This is a millenial thing and a play on english "No pain no gain", and basically means wo your friends theres no winning

"I'm doing backflips" which is like saying you are chewing on the drywall

"They're better than bread" which comes to mean someone is very hot/good looking

"I'm gonna eat your lil face" you are very cute/adorable

This is an insult but "You have just the right amount of braincells to not shit on yourself" which means that you are very very stupid

"run shitting milks" hecking book it/haul your ass

"Getting in where you havent been called" when people stick up their noses in matters that do not concern them

"I'm feeling a little tinky winky" to say you are basically wasted, tinky winky can be replaced with any of the teletubbies names, foods, etc, get creative! the point still gets across

"Theres a punch raffle going on and you've got all the tickets" someone is testing your patience and are reaching the limits

"I shove it between my chest and back" or "I shove it up my ass" means you're gobbling something like an animal

Stage 1: using your native language's idioms in English out of habit/lack of knowledge

Stage 2: using English idioms as much as you can to prove that you're good at English

Stage 3: using your native language's idioms in English because they fuck actually

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[the-firebird69]

Hodaka Was The Most Outrageous Motorcycle Brand Of All Time

we have this model and it is an enduro and looks similar but more modern.  we dont call it those names it is a Daveys Harley and this size and class have seroius names and we started but are not building yet need to now.  and will start shortly. have to.

he wants an electric dirt bike for kids. and for us but the child versin now.  and a childs bycicle and kid grow fast we see it.  and a larger childs bike.  and then no.   however an ebike.  we help design.  mid engine,, and a 750 watt oone or two battery.  cat 3. and can be vey fast and programmed to do so.  and not a dirt bike or motorrcycle.  not too high. or low. and  a step through but higher.  and yes the mid engine will go about 75  miles per charge and charge time is two hours as is normal.  geared too staiinless gears.  back and front.  is fst too take out the knobbies all do have and streets added and change thte compouter or throttle it. and should be about 75mph for a 130 pound person.  the cross btw bmx and mountain bike.  and no not  a cruiser.. 3″ tires.  shocks in back on swing arm two.  handlbe bars.  but larger and up. not full but like bmx.  with cross bar for accessories.  and shocks in front light though.  hd. rack onb ack. standard.  frontrear lights standard.  optional battery add and it is 140 miles per charge.  wiht a 150lb poerson.  full shocks yes.  has a bike seat but not a normal one. and not odd.  thiinner infront wider in back  a smaller tank like obect inf ront and not too wide.  and it is a carrying box. locks too opens to one side.  phone can go on it and can be wrapped in leather.  is stylish. too. looks like a small tank but is squarish. true too works.  plastic fenders  yes.  for safety and for th bike.  stylish.  and a horn.  ease of use.  separate bater for the horn and lights yes.  charges if you charge the batery when on the bike or you can charge it seperately on the bike does not come off.  hydrolic brakes.  tons more no. trimmed down.  lightwieght. normal tires not fat ttire but three inch.  

and fast.  performance bike.  and 

Davey’s Harley and we name it too.  all around ebike.  tons will love it and yeh suspension.  strong lightwieth cargo 350 lbs. and a trike.  and look like the childs bike similar to Harley Davidson but larger.  and rides great. tons say it need shocks shit damnit. tons try and uti sucks

this is built fo rit and mac wants one. we do this and try that.  and yeh reverse it ok

Thor Freya

and we try to reverse it back

mac

and good

Olympus

[joseg90]

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[newlife-whothis]

Currently I’m sweating off in the gym. On bycicle - I hate it but I can sit here and write. Which is a small luxury last days.

I feel like I’m always doing something and then ends up doing nothing. I mean I dont have time. At all. I’m just working, cleaning, going somewhere (to work, from the work), eating, listening to a school lessons, doing my french and thats it.

While my friend broke up with her boyfriend and is dating and partiing. I feel like I want to be the one having a parties. I cancelled lot of them. But I’m always so tired. Or maybe just lazy, vomfortable - I feel like I’m always doing something so I need to rest. Or just working on my plans and thoughts. I dont have the time for that.

(Ew I’m sweating pretty hard, I’m cozrious whether I’ll handle at least 30 minutes - altought I’m almost there - just 9 more minutes)

I don’t know why it is like that. I think maybe just because I’m stressing all the time. Freaking anxiety it is the same story over and over again.

We are supposed to go to a mountains next week. For 4 days. I’m quite scared honestly. But we will see tomorrow I’m going clibing with my dad and on sunday I’ll go to my familly - which is half of the ride. Everything should be great. Maybe I will just ask my dad if he plan on going to mountains as well for a weekend.

Back to my previous dilemma.

So party life, peaceful life, work life and family life - how to combine it all. And yes let’s not forgot on the school.

Maybe I need to plan it better now.

The priorities right now

- work, family(+R) and school +gym

It just makes sense. I need the body to go to parties. So the strict eating regime till - summer? Let’s say. Or at least to 60 kilos then I’ll be satisfied.

Also the huge test is in march. I need to get to the school. So studying it is.

And work because I need that freaking money till summer.

In April I will start partying again. Slowly getting into the social life.

So march - study+ working out and that goes well with life with Roman. We will be together. Enjoying ourselves. - I need to tell him this

So it’s focusing on work when I’m at work.

Also keeping the home offices as much as I can. So Friday and Wednesdays are for my business. And one hour for my friends mom.

Exercise after work and during that studying - reading a lot.

After coming back home I’ll clean and then do something relaxing - ceramics or painting or writing. I need it.

Saturdays I will study while visiting family or going for a culture.

Sundays are for me being lazy - doing stupid photoshoots and stuff like that. Just me time.

And

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[valtteri-77]

Also it's one thing to keep slating Valtteri but honest to god leave Tiffany alone while you're at it. Stop insulting her as well.

The things I have read about her from the fandom are beyond appalling and disgusting and you all need to go back into your cages and actually think if what you are saying to these people is actually acceptable. Honestly if all you can do is insult her for not being Emilia when she's clearly making him happy then you have no life and need to go find it doing something else because it's beyond disgusting to read some of the stuff people send her.