#crotch rockets

[doozierthanthou]

The drummer from this band should be a household name (song starts at 0:41 lol)

[edensflaw]

Where do I find a biker boyfriend as someone that doesn't drive a bike?

I want a bike. But like, they're expensive and I have no place to keep it.

[tropichalwave]

Suzuki GSX-R750, 1992

[mswiki]

NASA: The Power Of Rockets

NASA, the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, is a world-renowned organization that has contributed immensely to space exploration. One of its most significant achievements is the development and use of rockets. These powerful machines have taken us beyond our planet’s atmosphere and into outer space. But what are rockets exactly? How do they work? And what benefits do they provide for…

[remixingreality]

[wctruitt]

This 16 year old paint is a ROCKET! !! My 13 year old loves to let her rip

[synth-ai]

[devilsdisciples]

what goes around comes around like a hula hoop

[vriskaserketdaily]

EYES ON THE FUCKING ROAD ‼️‼️‼️‼️

(inspired by @maretriarch's vision)

[avengedbiologist]

Me drawing Anderson stuff for once 😮 and for once it's not gay twink Thunderbirds 😮😮😮

Pov Ur entering my blog:

[coolthingsguyslike]

[darlingghoulette]

something something biker!eddie and his flirtation via motorcycle 

Eddie buys the damn death trap of a Kawasaki after a particularly good couple of months dealing and Steve hates it. He absolutely refuses to allow any of the kids to get on the contraption, even after he’s promised that Eddie has practiced and knows what he’s doing. Won’t budge on the subject at all.

...until Eddie wears him down enough to try it for himself and then make the judgement on whether or not the kids will be in grievous danger by a spin around the block.

Steve is already in a mood the night they try it, staring at the huge, shiny black beast of a machine, with a matching helmet Eddie had pushed into his arms propped up on his hip. 

He would never admit that he might be just a tad grumpy that Eddie looks way too hot in the leather and straps that make up his jacket. He already had an inconvenient crush on the man enough without adding the way the helmet on Eddie’s own head was kind of doing it for him. Steve will examine that particular reaction later, when he wouldn’t be hashing out his new found kinks in the middle of the street. 

“We really don’t have to do this if you’re unsure,” Eddie’s already perched on the bike, kickstand up and balancing it perfectly with his feet. A professional. The bastard. 

His voice, which had previously been teasing and “What’s the matter? Scared, Harrington?” had softened to something gentler. A peace offering muffled from underneath that fucking sexy helmet. 

Steve knew that if he were to back out right now, that would be it. Eddie would drop it and wouldn’t hold it against him at all. Wouldn’t even make fun. Because that’s just how Eddie was. A unmitigated asshole when he was joking around with his friends--and a fucking sweetheart if he knew something really mattered. 

It moved Steve’s feet forward, climbing on and settling himself on the pad just behind the dipped driver’s seat. He eases himself down fully, noting how Eddie keeps the bike solidly balanced the whole time despite the shift of weight. 

“Shut it, Munson, I’m not scared. Just would really prefer not to crash into a tree, so keep your eyes up front,” He put on the borrowed helmet, pushing at Eddie’s shoulder to stop him from craning back around to look at him. “Eyes front!” 

Eddie laughed.  “We’re not even moving!” 

“I don’t care! It’s like a loaded gun. Always assume it’s loaded! Always assume this thing could kick up at any moment and make us smears on the pavement.” He grumbled, but it was halfhearted. He was mostly distracted now with what to do with his hands. Eddie lifted his leg and brought it down swiftly, kicking the motorcycle on in a way that was...undeniably confident and hot. Oh, Jesus Christ. 

“I promise to keep us in one piece, your majesty. Nothing crazy, but you’re definitely going to want to hold on to me,” The machine under them roared, making Eddie yell just a bit to be heard. He reached back to pull one of Steve’s hands to his waist only for it to be immediately pulled away.  “Uh, it’s fine. I’ll just--”  “Steve,”

“I’m good, you can go!” Steve braced both hands on either side of himself, digging his fingers into the padded cushion beneath him. They didn’t speak for a few beats, the engine rumbling carrying on relentlessly, until Steve saw Eddie’s shoulders shrug in an exaggerated way and then he--

The bike revved and lurched forward a few feet, throwing Steve’s balance out of the proverbial window. He yelped and fought against the momentum throwing him back by yanking forward and plastering himself to Eddie’s back. 

There was no space between them now, with Steve’s arms completely wrapped around the body in front of him, fingers digging viciously into Eddie’s waist. Despite his nervous system still working through the scare, Steve had to admit to himself that he did feel more stable like this. Like they were one person on the bike, now. Balance aligned, weight together. 

Eddie had them braked safely again, feet on the ground and the echo of his laugh in Steve’s ears. Once the jock got his breath back again he was really going to have some words to say about that. Most of them curse words. Their helmets knocked together slightly as Eddie turned his body and flicked up his visor. Their position made it difficult to be face to face, but Steve caught the corner of Eddie’s smirk and a flash of a chocolate brown eye.  “There, much better. Now, you just hold on like a good backpack and let me take you for the ride of your life, ‘kay?” 

Before Steve could even process that the visor was back down and they were taking off, his heart pounding against Eddie’s back for reasons that were only partially to do with the bike underneath them.

He really hated this thing.  (He loved it. The kids were allowed to get rides, occasionally. That seat became Steve’s.) 

[tarasthesauceboss]

Ducati Panigale V4

[doodlepede]

walking my beast and a motorcycle (honda something) pulls up to the stop light. rider must have seen me looking cuz he revved at me :]

[devilsdisciples]

the gangs all here

[hithergreenchapel]

I do not trust a person who hasn't looked at a Motorcycle and felt even the slightest amount of strange carnal desire for it