#east coast skateboarding

[kingkaiju757]

Throwback hardflip at Nike park

Circa 2015

RIP CHAPO

[skatejay]

In 25 days I designed and built 3 skate obstacles to be curated in solo showing of my school lobby. I printed a skatepark I designed and mini skateboards for one podium. The other had CNC cut kicker I design with two of my tech decks.

The work explores existentialism, tattooing and skateboarding in semi functional way.

[thisissgayteboarding]

[suzukiblu]

Day seventeen of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” behind the cut. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“You heckle your own guys?” Kon demands, still laughing. “The hell for?” 

“Because Chris Campbell is literally the worst professional quarterback on the East Coast and a total pill, that’s why,” Tim says witheringly, also mostly on reflex. Not that he really watches all that much in the way of sports, just his dad semi-regularly watches football and hockey and sometimes baseball, so sports are usually a safe topic to talk about without having to handle awkward questions like what'd you do last night or how’d you get that bruise? or anything equally inconvenient to answer. 

Though really anybody in Gotham who was not a literal shut-in with no internet access or cable would know how freakin’ bad Chris Campbell’s arm sucks, but he digresses. 

“Also Robin is an urban legend, because I want to go about my daily life completely unnoticed by anyone who might care about people thinking he wasn’t,” he amends belatedly, and Kon laughs harder. 

“Well, he’s an urban legend who can totally pull, for the record,” Kon says matter-of-factly before taking another bite of grilled cheese monstrosity. Tim almost walks into a lamppost. Or a mailbox. Or–something. There was something he almost walked into. 

“I cannot even be in the same state as this conversation,” he says maybe a little too feelingly. 

“Yeah Batman would definitely be a fucking dick about it,” Kon says agreeably, still snickering a little. Tim decides that is a great excuse and exactly what he’s gonna go with, and then gets distracted by Kon making a show of fluttering his eyelashes at him with a flirty smirk and adding, “And like, obviously you, daddy.” 

“I–why would I be a dick about that?” Tim asks, instinctively wary about if he let something slip about Robin and what Kon–

“Oh my god, I mean you’re on my ‘surrounded by hotties’ list, you nerd!” Kon cackles, smacking his back. “Obviously.”

Tim cannot even begin to imagine what Kon thought was “obvious” about that, but okay. If Kon has awful taste, that’s his prerogative. And if he thinks Robin is hot, theoretically he would also think Tim Drake was, except for how Robin and Tim Drake are two totally different people and also Kon resents Robin and is constantly being a total dick about both listening to him and letting him just run the damn team and has to get the last word in even in active combat situations and Tim Drake is just–Tim Drake is just a nerd, exactly like Kon just said. He’s a photography nerd and a nerd-nerd and he’s not all that interesting or attractive, and he has weird taste in video games and only likes the role-playing games that literally nobody actually plays, and he isn’t even that good at skateboarding! What about either of them could Kon possibly find actually, like–actually consider– 

“It’s cute you didn’t realize, though,” Kon adds, and leans over to kiss his cheek with greasy grilled cheese lips. Tim, unfortunately, feels like a squishy melted marshmallow about it. And also greasy and gross. But mostly it’s the marshmallow thing, yeah. “Hey, are you gonna finish those, babe?” 

“All yours,” Tim says, and hands over the remaining grilled cheese, deciding to just . . . not do the math on how many of those Kon actually just ate. And also to take him to a buffet next date, maybe. Like–several buffets. Multiple buffects. They could just rotate through a few, maybe Kon’ll be likelier to actually eat ‘til he’s full at an “all you can eat”-style setup if he’s still worried about him overspending on him, Tim figures, which he clearly has not been given how many grilled cheese sandwiches he has put away so far, even if he doesn’t finish the last–

Yeah, Kon definitely hasn’t been eating ‘til he was full, Tim notes as he watches Kon demolish every single remaining sandwich all down to the last bite and then lick his fingers clean. 

Alright then. Buffet tour date it is. And also way more snacks and candy in Kon’s future gift bags and maybe, like, he could also just open an Uber Eats account for him and fill it up with as much Uber Cash as they’ll let him and also sign up for the premium or whatever so Kon won’t have to pay delivery fees, assuming he can even get Uber Eats to deliver to Cadmus, but honestly he’s heard about people doing weirder in the gig economy, and also Robin is going to just–Robin is going to goddamn pack the Justice Cave with nonperishable snacks, Tim swears to god. Enough for Bart to need to take a few days to get through, even. And like–Suzie doesn’t need to eat, no, but that doesn’t mean she shouldn’t have the option, and frankly now he’s going to have to be checking everyone’s living situations out a little more thoroughly, so until then–well, he’s just gonna frontload his success, he guesses. Be prepared. 

Bruce absolutely cannot complain about him being prepared, he lies to himself, and offers Kon the napkins. Kon grins at him and then wipes his mouth and hands off and misses some crumbs éon his lip, which Tim is very unimpressed with himself for finding cute even more unimpressed with himself for wanting to brush them away for him like they’re in some dumb weird cliché romcom or something. Which they are not, definitely. 

“Did I get it all?” Kon asks him. 

Tim despairs, but also is only in possession of so much self-control, okay? Reeling back on the supervillain plan is already taking up about seventy percent of his processing power and not jumping Kon outright is at least another twenty-five, so he doesn’t have very much to work with here, okay? 

“One sec,” he says, and reaches up to brush away the last couple of crumbs on Kon’s lower lip with the pad of his thumb. Kon immediately turns bright pink, then grins at him way too smugly. Tim decides to just not analyze whatever his own facial expression feels like it’s being right now, for obvious reasons. 

Mostly “self-defense”. Mostly “self-defense” is the reason. 

Kon ducks in and kisses him again, the gesture all sweet and warm and still a little unfortunately but endearingly greasy. The kissing does not help with Tim’s self-control in any way whatsoever, but definitely does distract him from analyzing anything else that’s going on right now. 

“You really know how to skate?” Kon asks him after he leans back from the kiss, back to grinning at him. Tim suddenly understands literally everything Victor Fries has ever done in his life and frankly is surprised he hasn’t done worse. If anyone ever lays a hand on Kon again, he is gonna do so much worse than just go supervillain; he is gonna go Darkseid and he will not be sorry.

[roosterforme]

Math for Aviators | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: It's your fault that Bradley finds math so sexy now. When he surprises you by sneaking into one of your lectures, he gets rewarded with a little time alone with the professor after class.

Warnings: Fluff, swears and smut

Length: 2400 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time! Check out my masterlist

"See you two at the Hard Deck later?" Nat asked as Bradley climbed into the Bronco after work.

"Nah, it's my wife's late night on campus," he replied with a smirk. Calling you his wife had such a nice ring to it, he had all but stopped using your first name around his friends. "I'm gonna drop by. Maybe take a peek at her calculus lecture." 

She rolled her eyes in response. "Tell your wife I said not to forget about brunch on Saturday."

"I'll let my wife know."

He zipped out of the parking lot, still in his khaki uniform, and headed across town to San Diego State University. If there was one thing Bradley never thought would get him going, it was math. But you made it outrageously sexy with your PhD and your slutty little math tattoo. 

The fact that Bradley never got to attend one of your lectures during your first semester teaching in California felt like a crime. He'd wanted to, in the worst way, but your classes ended by six o'clock every day last term. But this time, you taught level four calculus on Thursday evenings. 

He parked and headed toward your building, smiling as some of the college aged girls looked at him as he strolled past. If they thought he looked good in his uniform, that was nothing compared to the fuss you usually made over him. 

Bradley followed a kid holding a skateboard into the mathematics and computer science building and turned left. He was only four minutes late for your class as he followed skateboard kid inside the lecture hall and let the door close softly behind him. The room was quite cavernous, but there were only about forty students in attendance. You always claimed you preferred the smaller classes so you could spend more time getting everyone where they needed to be individually. 

When his eyes met your body, Bradley almost moaned. You were leaning over the long table at the front of the room taking attendance, and you were wearing a white blouse tucked into that wool skirt he liked. Even your loafers looked cute. One of his favorite pastimes was picking on you for your east coast wardrobe, but holy shit, the professor look did things to him. Or maybe it was just you.

As you called out names, Bradley realized he was just standing in the back like an idiot, so he walked up a few rows and took an aisle seat.

"Francis?" you asked, and a girl who looked extremely disinterested raised her hand. "Luca? Alex? Did I miss anyone?"

When you looked up, your eyes found Bradley's almost instantly. The softest smile graced your lips, and Bradley desperately wanted to run down to where you were standing and kiss you. Instead he just winked, and then you were opening two additional notebooks on your table. 

"Before we get started, just a reminder about my office hours," you said, your voice projecting beautifully. Bradley had to adjust himself in his seat, because you were speaking right to him. "I'm always available to spend a little extra time with you should you need it." 

He was well acquainted with your office and the way your voice echoed off the walls when he made you scream his name. He would make it a point to join you for some office hours again soon. But right now, he was going to sit back and enjoy how much smarter you were than him.

"If you recall last week, we talked about the theorems of Green and Stokes. Let's focus a little more on the Green theorem. This is simply the relationship between the macroscopic circulation around the curve C and the sum of all the microscopic circulation that is inside C."

Bradley was already breathing a little heavy. Holy shit. Was he actually married to the smartest person in the world? It fucking sounded like it. And then you ran your fingertips gently along the side of your neck, and he sat up a little taller in his seat. But so did skateboard kid who was sitting in front of him. Bradley glanced around the room, and it looked like all the twenty something guys were hypnotized by you. The looks of open adoration on their faces as you turned toward the white board to work out a problem reminded him of the way he used to stare at you when he was twenty one. If he was being honest, he probably still did.

As you worked out the problem and bent at the waist, Bradley needed to adjust himself again. And when you turned to see if anyone had a question, you looked directly at him as you touched your neck again. 

"She's so hot," skateboard kid whispered to the guy next to him.

"Yeah," he grunted in response. "She's like extra hot today."

Bradley leaned forward, grinning and softly said, "That's my wife."

They both turned around to look at him briefly. Skateboard kid nodded in appreciation, and the other guy said, "Well done."

And then Bradley settled back in his seat and watched every move that you made. When you wrote out another equation in your tidy handwriting, you made the variables spell out B-E-E-R-B-O-Y. Every time you glanced at him, your fingers were touching your body somewhere that he was familiar with. He was itching to get his hands on you. 

It was an hour and a half of pure sexual tension, and Bradley knew you were enjoying yourself. Knowing he was sitting in the lecture hall seemed to be making your voice a little breathy. You were throwing out terms like "gradient, divergence curl, line and surface integrals, and differential equations" that were making him hard. This was foreplay at its finest. 

When you ended your lecture with some reminders about your class schedule, you had your hands on your hips, and your diamond ring was glittering on your hand. Bradley smirked as a line of students, mostly male, formed in front of you once you dismissed everyone. And now he understood why you got home so late on Thursdays. Because all these guys had a crush on you. On his wife.

Bradley was semi hard, and you kept glancing up to make sure he was still there. He wasn't going to go anywhere, you must know that. When you were finally helping skateboard kid with whatever question he fabricated just to have a chance to stand next to you, Bradley glanced down at his lap. Maybe you'd let him have some private office hours right now.

When the lecture hall was finally empty, save for the two of you, Bradley watched as you continued to tease him. You didn't glance to where he was sitting at all as you packed up your bag. And when you erased the board, he could tell you were standing on your tiptoes to make your ass look extra enticing just for him. 

"Professor Sugar," he groaned, rubbing himself through his khaki pants. 

You glanced at him over your shoulder with a devilish look on your face. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to my lecture?" you asked quietly, but he could still hear you perfectly. 

Bradley grunted. "Got dismissed a little early. Just thought I'd surprise you."

"Did you learn anything new?" you asked, grabbing your bag from the table and heading his way.

"Nothing new," he replied. "Just a refresher course on how smart and hot my wife is."

You smiled as you set your bag down next to his seat. "I love it when you call me that." Then you came to stand between his spread thighs and leaned down to kiss him gently. Bradley let you tease him with feather soft kisses for a minute before he was aching inside his pants. 

He ran his rough hand along your pretty neck and asked, "Can I join you for some office hours? I really need them, Professor Sugar." When you giggled against his lips, Bradley wrapped his muscular arms around you and palmed your ass, pulling you onto his lap with a squeal. 

"Beer Boy!"

"Please? I'll be your top student, Baby. Better than that loser with his skateboard."

"You know, I'm starting to suspect that Luca might have ulterior motives for taking my class again this semester."

Bradley chuckled as he pushed your skirt up your thighs a few inches. "Yeah. His ulterior motive is your ass." Then he lightly slapped said ass as you raked your fingers through his hair and straddled him in the auditorium seat. "I know you can feel me, Sugar," he whispered. "Office hours? Or are you gonna make me wait until we get home?"

But instead of responding, you just rubbed yourself against him. If you weren't wearing panties, he would have a pretty, little wet spot to show off as he walked back to the Bronco. You tugged harder on his hair so his head was tipped back, and you kissed him a little rougher.

"I'm in charge in the lecture hall, not you. And I say no visit to my office."

Bradley groaned as you sucked on his neck, and he muttered, "Making me walk back to the Bronco hard?"

"No," you whispered, and his cock throbbed. "I'm going to suck your cock right here." Your smug smile as you pulled away from his neck left him blushing, he could tell. 

"Right here?" he asked, but your hands were already working on his belt buckle and zipper, and he lifted his hips in the seat so you could yank his pants down a little bit. 

"Mmhmm," you hummed against his lips before you walked to the back of the auditorium, leaving him sitting there with his hard cock out. 

"Sugar?" he whispered, covering himself with both hands as he craned his neck to see where you went. You flipped the lightswitch next to the door and peered out the small window into the hallway, and then you strolled back to where he was sitting. Bradley let you take his hands in yours and set them on his thighs as you knelt on the floor in front of him.

You looked so pretty, your skin illuminated by the soft lighting shining around the perimeter of the room. Your eyes were bright and mischievous as you looked up at him and kissed the precum away from his tip. Your pink tongue darted out to clean your lips before gently swiping the underside of his cock, and Bradley had to grip his thighs to keep from thrusting. Because it was clear you were going to take your time right now. 

"You are so hard, Beer Boy, you're absolutely throbbing."

When you took an inch or two between your pouty lips, Bradley's head tipped back. "I love math," he groaned. "It really gets me going. And I love your smart mouth."

You hummed around his length as you took another inch and swirled your tongue. Then you pulled him out with a soft pop, his head snapping back up to look at you. "You're such a good student," you whispered. "Top grades. Teacher's pet. Big cock."

"Fuck," Bradley grunted. "I'm coming to your lecture every week, Professor."

You smiled as you gripped him in one hand and licked up and down along the underside of his cock until he could feel your saliva dripping down his balls. He ran his thumb along your cheek, and then you took him deep so he could feel himself there. He groaned your name as he tapped the back of your throat, and you gagged for him. It was so fucking pretty the way he made your eyes water. 

If you weren't concerned about getting caught, then he certainly wasn't going to bring it up. He'd be lying if he said the idea of a public blowjob wasn't adding to his arousal. Hell, he thought the way you and he went at it in the college library study room was hot, and that door had a damn lock. So this was next level.

Bradley grunted in the quiet room, and the acoustics made the sound carry. You were bobbing along his length, making obscene little noises, and he just couldn't take it anymore. His hands found the back of your head, and after one thrust, your moans echoed around the room. 

"I love that sound," he growled, slowly fucking your face as you sucked on him. You kept eye contact with him as he started to come undone, his hips leaving the seat as he wanted more of you. Now you were gripping his thighs, ready to take his cum like a champ. He was there. He was right there. One more tap against the back of your throat. All your saliva dripping onto your blouse. It was everything. 

He knew you already knew it, but he grunted, "I'm cumming," as he spurted into your mouth and down your throat. Gripping the back of your head, he fucked your mouth with shallow thrusts until he slumped back akwardly into the seat with a long groan that filled the room. 

When you withdrew him, his cock was messy and you were grinning as you stuck out your tongue, showing off his load. "Gorgeous," he whispered with a smirk, watching you swallow him down before licking his softening length clean. "I love being the teacher's pet." 

You giggled as you helped him get tucked back into his khakis. "I only suck the dicks of my students with the highest grades."

"Hey now. You're my wife. You better only be sucking my dick," he rasped as you stood up in front of him and shrugged.

"Then you better keep getting top grades, Beer Boy." 

Bradley was obsessed with you. He quickly wrestled his belt into place as he followed the sway of your ass up to the auditorium doors. "I can't wait to see that skirt on the bedroom floor when we get home," he said as you pushed the door open. And there stood the janitor, about to enter the room to clean it. "Shit," Bradley grunted, still fiddling with his belt. 

But you just waved and said, "Goodnight, Herman," as the janitor smirked at Bradley. 

He didn't even bother with his belt after that. He just took your hand in his and walked with you to the Bronco, thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you once your skirt was on the bedroom floor. 

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This was written to celebrate the birthday of the lovely @mak-32 ! Beer Boy and Sugar wouldn't even exist without you, Mak! I hope you have the most wonderful day! Thanks for your help and the banner @beyondthesefourwalls

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[pumpkinsy0]

in my 2000s au, pony learns how to skate in the gayest way ever

curly knew how to skate and pony thought he looked cool and cute cause hes GAY and sometimes while they were talking curly would just let pony cruise on his skateboard while he held his hand cause he didnt want old fella to bust his ass and go to the hospital cause they r BROKE (also bc hes also gay lmao)

sometimes when pony fell, or rlly was about to, curly would just hold onto him in like this hug and theyd stay there for a bit

ALSO FUN FACT/HC:

while skateboarding was mostly popular in like the 90’s, it can actually be traced back all the was to the 50s bc surfers wanted an alternative to use on sidewalks, and these ppl were like “asphalt surfers” and thats when skateboarding had its first peak!!! and then when it comes to the years 1959-1965 it just became more popular (mostly in the east and west coast however) AND TO SAVE U THE TIME I WENT THROUGH THIS, what im saying is, it is completely possible for curly to have learned how to skateboard in the 60s, maybe he found a skateboard in the trash somewhere and took it up a bit

[gmbmcoccu-offish]

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·: character intros :·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

WELCOME TO…

the

GLITCH-MARINA-BE MORE CHILL-ORIGINAL CHARACTER-CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

mainly, this universe is reliant on be more chill (book/musical mashup) and our original characters' backstories :)

PLACE: suburban east-coast united states

TIME: circa 2010

CHARACTERS:

ocs

Comet Andromeda, 17, she/her: main character. a girl who may well have fallen from the stars herself, who is not quite as adjusted to this world as she wants to be. traits: sweet, passionate, naive.

Mari Sallow, 17, they/them: main character. a former runaway who enjoys aliens, parties, skateboarding, and general shenanigans. traits: charismatic, loyal, anxious.

Wilbur Rayne, 18, he/him: main character. a coffee-and-cigarette-fuelled bookworm who spends less time reading and more time getting dragged into things he doesn’t want to be a part of. traits: cheerful, careless, energetic.

Celia Starling, 17, she/her: main character. a talented guitarist for her own band with too much pent-up anger to release onto the strings. traits: self-confident, pessimistic, devoted.

Raven Adrien, 18, she/her: main character. an amateur writer and spirit medium who really just wants a bit of relief from all. that. anger. traits: sarcastic, intelligent, bitter.

cannon

Rakuto 'Rack' ("Like a spice rack") Hata, 19, he/him: main character. the local squip-dealer full of ambition with no traits to become as popular or rich as he wants. traits: willful, ambitious, sensitive.

Stephanie Sanicci, 18, she/her: side character. the resident goth girl, ranked third hottest. for all her popularity she likes being strange and off-putting. traits: self-indulgent, melancholic, dedicated.

VIBE LIST:

acceptance, romance, indiecore, neon, 2010s, grunge, secrets

[ppeonppeonhan]

15 people, 15 questions

I was tagged by a new mutual zimmbzon in this fun little getting-to-know-you quiz.

Are you named after anyone?

Real name: Yes, a saint (first) and my grandma (middle).

Tumblr handle: It means "shameless" in Korean. Jungkook of BTS said that word perfectly described V, and it stuck with me -- and not many foreign words do. Plus, it perfectly encompassed the content I share here. 😜

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, thinking about Night potentially unaliving himself if he reaches his limit with Day's emotional abuse, and Mhok being triggered to remember his sister's death if he witnesses the attempt and tries to stop him. (#LastTwilight) In real life, making myself cry worrying about shit that didn't or might not even happen is my specialty. Anxiety perpetually at 11.

Do you have kids?

Do my parents count?

What sports do you/have you played?

If I were athletically inclined, I'd play soccer, baseball, tennis, volleyball, and hockey. But I am extremely accident prone, and deeply disinterested in anymore ER visits.

Do you use sarcasm?

My best friend gifted me this in college, so...probably.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Whether or not they feel comfortable around me. It helps me gauge how much of my personality I should show. Am I starting at a 10 or a 2? I know we'll be good friends if I can hit 10 before we part ways.

What is your eye color?

I wish my eye color was violet or that eye color changed based on your emotions. This thought inspired by my recent viewing of both Dungeons & Dragons and the new Percy Jackson Disney series.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Love a happy ending, but only if it makes sense and doesn't seem tacked on after a major unresolved conflict. I only do scary if it's a murder mystery, cause it's like solving a puzzle.

Any talents?

I don't panic under pressure. If anything, it's when I excel the most. Which...is probably a trauma response, but whatever. Lol I've also always been good at seeing the potential in people, whether they were famous or a work colleague. Like I can tell when someone is going to excel in life and what they would excel at.

Random example: Jesse Plemons. Who could've predicted him going from dorky Landry in Friday Night Lights to a respected character actor across film & TV? Me. I did. Who could've predicted he would marry Kirsten Dunst and have kids? Nobody. That one was a curveball. Lol I mean, his competition was Josh Hartnett. Be fucking for real.

Where were you born?

On the East Coast.

What are your hobbies?

I work too much to have substantial hobbies, but if I had time, I would do these more: skateboard, write fiction, photography, wander new cities/neighborhoods, make crafts, explore museums, cook new recipes, learn how to play the drums, and learn Korean + Thai + Tagalog.

Do you have any pets?

No, I'm afraid of having to bury them -- and I don't want to clean up poop. Lol But if I could have pets, I'd get a parrot, an iguana, a lot of different fish, and whatever breed of dog Henry Cavill has. For now, I'll stick to my 8 plants. (RIP to the previous 7.)

How tall are you?

Tall enough to reach things for all of my under 5'4" friends -- of which I have many.

What was your favorite subject in school?

Science, but I was very bad at it. Lol I excelled mostly at Math, English, and Spanish.

What is your dream job?

Storytelling in all its forms. But based on my career trajectory, I'd be happy to settle for a marketing job that allows me to craft very subtle product placement in a series or film.

I'm tagging... @my-rose-tinted-glasses, @wanderlust-in-my-soul, @gothicbarbie, @mikuni14, @heretherebedork, @liyazaki, @mooninagust to post their responses, if they haven't already.

But it's TOTALLY optional. Happy motherf*ckin' New Year! 🤸🏿‍♀️

[its-jace]

stage name: jace birth name: lee alexander jihoon

nicknames: hoonie, alex birthplace: london, united kingdom birthday: 02/02/1996 zodiac sign: aquarius known family:

lee jinseok, father, film and music video prouder

kim sunghee, mother, former west end actress

trainee period: 3 years official height: 189 cm official weight: 74 kg blood type: o mbti: istp representative emoji: 🎮 instagram: its_jace special skills: ambidextrous, being able to fall asleep anywhere hobbies: cooking, reading books, working out, making coffee, playing video games, skateboarding favorite food: any type of soup/stew favorite color: any shade of purple role models/inspirations: kasper, tvxq, titan, post malone, chase atlantic, nf, jay park, shinee, super junior ideal type: someone who is able to make him smile and laugh even when he isn’t feeling like it.

facts:

has a black belt in taekwondo

still has a very thick british accent

debuted in 2011 in a small company

used to cook for everyone in his group while they lived together

loves buying new pans and pots, has a collection of expensive knifes for cooking

knows how to play the drums, learning to play the guitar

admitted to wearing soles during their debut days

won runner up on smtm 4 (2015)

if he wasn’t an idol, he would be a pro league of legends player

managed to climb up to grand master in league of legends in for three years in a roll (2020-2022)

paints his nails with black nail polish

loves going to the gym nowadays, but hated it in the beginning

used to compete in ballroom dances, favorite ones being east coast swing, samba and cha cha

always does super well on random dance challenges

loves girl group dances, knows way too many of them

absolutely loves tiktok, always hops on the trends

can speak english, korean, japanese and some spanish

[avaliveradio]

illryt 'Trippin' it back' Steps Outside the Box with Brilliant Experimental HipHop

illryt 'Trippin' it back' is an interesting and exciting track that steps outside the box

Artistically illryt 'Trippin' it back' is alive with passion and life. The track steps outside the box on what we usually hear in this genre and pushes you to think how differently music can be put together to offer an artists unique perspective.  illryt has a flair for artistic expression and to me this is fearless. He’s not afraid to mix sounds together that we don’t hear every day. This combination is so filled with life and vibrant culture that it could be set in an art exhibit with flashes of art blooming around the room. I can see so many applications for this kind of music in todays art scene.

I love the lyrics, the story telling and the way the artist express expresses his thoughts. In this way it does strike a chord in that vein of Kendrick Lamar or Childish Gambino. 

I love the start and as the vocals come in it's dramatic and moody yet inspiring.. by 2 minutes in, there are layers that shift the vibe slightly adding to the mood and bringing even more visual elements to the track.

The message at 2:30 is my favourite of the song, it’s a self examination of the artist, showing vulnerable honesty that resonates well.

This is brilliant work. I love it. Keep being fearless. 

Music Review by Jacqueline Jax 

Shared on the Curators Picks Playlist

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illryt - trippin' it back

Music Genre: Indie/Electronic/Experimental Vibe: Positive flowing, speaking of past life and relating it to present and how to do the things we once did in our younger days that helped us get through tough times; which we may have forgotten about. Located in: Coral Springs, FL

'trippin' it back', an entirely organic and original song created in the moment; no samples, all instruments and editing done by Ryan Adam Olmedo. The music in this song was created a few weeks before the lyrics were written. Knowing the song needed lyrics, not knowing what to write at the time apart from having the chorus, "trippin' it back to go forward now..."; and between work and caring for two kids, the time to really sit down and focus on writing was not always available.

This song wasn't meant for a freestyle; it had a purpose. Feeling the moment and the overall concept to be directed towards taking a part of your life from the present and going back into re-visiting the past looking into what we use to do in our younger days in order to get through different stressful moments in life and maybe forgetting about these things in adulthood.

‘trippin' it back' really put forth the memories of things that allowed for manipulating sad moments into happy moments by not only going back to doing these younger day activities, simply thinking about the memories themselves and going back from a meditative state.

Born Ryan Adam Olmedo (12/12/1989) in Manhattan, NY; moved to Coral Springs, FL when I was a young lad. I've always had a strong passion for music; I love playing video games & every sport known to man as well as skateboarding. I love to create and problem solve.

Growing up as the youngest of four, I was handed down quite a lot of opportunity. Self-taught in music and music production and following my dream as a live entertainer. From busking on the streets of Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Cocoa Beach, Rockledge FL, Atlanta GA, San Juan PR, and more; to miles upon miles of traveling by foot along the East coast of FL.

And now, raising my two beautiful and wonderful kids and working on developing my music label (illryt records) in order to grow my music and support/promote and encourage the growth of fellow musicians. Interested in producing beats for other artists; search "illryt" on your favorite music streaming platform to listen in and follow/subscribe and hit the notification bell on YouTube so you can be informed the moment I drop new mixes!

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[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

EXPORTING WEST COAST/Z-BOY STYLE & TECHNIQUE TO THE EAST COAST.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on the late, great Shogo Kino tearing it up at Cherry Hill Skatepark, New Jersey, c. 1978. 📸: Glen E. Friedman.

"I never considered myself a photographer – I was trying to share images of what I thought was interesting with other people. I realised to get published, I did need to take a step up. I borrowed a 35mm camera from someone and had some good results."

-- GLEN E. FRIEDMAN to Huck Mag on his would-be photographic career outlook at the time

Source: www.huckmag.com/outdoor/skate/glen-e-friedman-on-the-early-days-of-skateboarding.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

126 of 2024

Created by joybucket

Let's dream for a minute. Let's say you found a treasure chest. What would you like to find in it? You can choose as many things as you like; this is a magic treasure chest with a capacity to hold an unlimited amount of things! Either put an X or write "yes" by the things you would like to find in your treasure chest! Have fun!

The treasure I would like to find is… make-up a new car cash a gift certificate to a hair salon a free dinner at a nice restaurant a ticket for a solo vacation clothes a love potion a time machine a teleportation device a cruise vacation creative inspiriation more of the Holy Spirit spiritual gifts wonder enchantment joy peace love freedom creativity a potion for everlasting youth an invisibility cloak a telescope wings a crystal ball a magic 8 ball a potion for perfect health true love a true friend someone to love you talent skill intelligence energy life everlasting life abundant life delicious food a device that can make mean people magically disappear from your presence new shoes concert tickets gas money so you can go on a road trip a free camping trip a free amusement park ticket along with fast passes for all the rides a free massage free health care your own house, with all expenses paid a puppy a kitty an exotic pet a guitar another instrument a snow globe a magic lamp with a genie in it tickets to a Broadway musical a free trip to New York City a free trip to the West Coast a free trip to the East Coast a free trip to Africa a free trip to Europe a free trip to Asia a free trip to Australia a free trip to Mexico a free trip to Canada a free trip to the Middle East a free ride in a rocket ship, to outer space a hot air balloon ride a free trip to Chicago a new phone answers to your questions solutions to your problems more time more money hope more justice courage boldness confidence a renewed mind a more focused mind a best friend a significant other a date for Valentine's day a wedding dress a prom dress a free photo shoot a new computer pens and paper books movies toys stuffed animals artwork for your room posters for your room flip flops chocolates a smoothie mix a Starbucks gift card a Barnes and Noble gift card an Amazon gift card an iTunes gift card mistletoe paints and canvases a professional camera athletic clothes free exercise classes a free gym membership the ability to see spirits/ghosts a sixth sense telepathy (mind reading) telekinesis (moving objects/making things happen with your mind) gratitude new foods to try a new CD with songs you've never heard but will love a free overnight stay at an inn something designer a free tattoo a free piercing a date with a celebrity movie tickets tickets to a sports game the ability to see auras the ability to know how someone really feels the ability to know someone's motives good health a great worship experience a surprise tea coffee cake that tastes just like regular cake but is actually healthy ice skates rollerblades a skateboard running shoes the ability to see and know the future supernatural abilities magic powers a whole new life a new name inspiration for a novel inspiration for artwork inspiration for songs inspiration for inventions inspiration for poetry fruit vegetables your favorite candy the ability to spy on your crush a hug a robot a whoopee cushion a dart board a drumset a swimming pool pizza a sled socks

[suxdixx4god]

it's purely retarded to approach the most critically universally relevant local public persona with some head assery u gonna get the whole east coast 2 beat the sh!t out u moron and i'm not even telling them to do that

i can't dictate what they do but love is real and they gonna take u fucking me up as u fucking with them and that sh!t is between u and them cause i'm not looking 🙈 i'm playing w my skateboard and getting highscore on pacman idk whats going on

[qnewsau]

Wheelchair Motocross champ's message to his queer community

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/wheelchair-motocross-champ-has-poignant-message-for-his-queer-community/

Wheelchair Motocross champ's message to his queer community

When he’s not pulling backflips in the skate bowl in his Wheelchair Motocross (WCMX) wheelchair, you’ll find occupational therapist Tim Lachlan teaching others advanced mobility skills so they can overcome access barriers in daily life.

Using his WCMX wheelchair, the 27-year-old can hop up or down curbs to enter a shop, go up and down stairs, and traverse rough terrain and steep slopes, places you wouldn’t expect a wheelchair could go.

“I started the initiative to get people involved in WCMX after I finished high school, as I wanted to share my skills with people so they don’t have to rely on wheelchair access and can go where they desire and do what they want,” Tim said.

Since beginning wheelchair skateboarding, Tim has progressed through to bigger ramps and tricks, and in 2016 became the first Australian to land a wheelchair backflip.

“The feeling of surfing concrete waves is so freeing. When skating, I’m not focusing on my chronic pain; I’m focusing on the feeling of carving the bowl,” he said.

The Holmview local, who has spina bifida and Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, said he realised the therapeutic potential of Wheelchair Motocross and adaptive skating after sustaining a mild traumatic brain injury in 2018, which impacted his balance and motor coordination.

“I improved my balance and bilateral coordination by doing exercises such as standing on a skateboard on the carpet with my crutches and working up to standing on a board and propelling with crutches, something I couldn’t do pre-injury,” he said.

Tim, who recently established the Australian branch of WCMX and Adaptive Skate, is passionate about helping others and regularly hosts free WCMX mobility skills workshops at Pizzey Skatepark on the Gold Coast.

“Workshops are semi-structured and provide an opportunity for mobility aid users to increase their skills in a supportive and fun environment,” he said.

“We adapt each workshop to the needs of our attendees and the skills they would like to learn. I hope to see more people with disabilities in skateparks having fun on their wheels in the future.”

Tim also offers occupational therapy (OT) at the skate park and uses adaptive skating as a tool to teach his clients life changing mobility skills.

“Being a disabled OT is incredibly rewarding, I can connect with my clients and understand their needs on a much more personal level,” Tim said.

“In the professional world, I am helping change my fellow OT’s perception of disabilities and what we can achieve.”

Tim, who identifies as queer and neurodivergent, was supported by Carers Queensland to access the National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS) and said he now receives the supports he needs to achieve his life goals.

“Growing up with invisible disabilities was tough; it took me 10-plus years to get a concrete diagnosis. Finally, having my disabilities recognised and receiving the support I’ve needed for so long is incredible,” Tim said.

Tim is also part of Carers Queensland’s Beyond the Sidelines reference group and is one of nine people with disability helping the organisation to increase participation and representation of people with disability in sport and recreation on and off the field.

The young Wheelchair Motocross athlete also has some firm views on the lack of accessibility in South East Queensland ahead of the 2032 Paralympics.

“The folks in charge of infrastructure for Brisbane 2032 need a week where they all use manual wheelchairs to navigate the city, accommodation, public transport and tourist attractions so they can gain first-hand experience of the access barriers people will face if we don’t improve access,” Tim said.

“Accessibility won’t just benefit wheelchair users, it will benefit parents with prams, older folks with mobility aids and make bumping in and out for 2032 run much smoother.

“In short, almost everyone can use a ramp, but not everyone can use stairs.”

Tim said he would love to see all the sporting facilities, pathways and public transport sites that will be used during 2032 revamped to be accessible, and not just accessible to wheelchair users, but to all people with disabilities.

“Make sure all the tactile indicators are installed correctly and that all crossing buttons make an audible tone,” he said.

“I would also love to see advertisement campaigns displaying disabled athletes as strong and capable, instead of objects of inspiration.

“I want society to know that people with disability can do anything they put their mind to. We deserve to have any many sporting opportunities as other people in the community.”

As for the rainbow community of which he’s a proud part of, Tim has a poignant message.

“My message to the queer community is always assume competency,” he said.

“So often people with disabilities are excluded from the queer community because there is this false assumption that we aren’t sexual beings or that we can’t be sexual.

“How we mobilise or communicate may be different, but we just want to be loved and understood.

“Give us a chance and let us show you our wonderful, queer, wheelie world!”

Carers Queensland can support you to find out more about the NDIS, to apply for funding and to help you get started with the NDIS. If you have a disability but are not eligible for the NDIS, Carers Queensland can help you identify and link to options for support in your community.

You can also contact Carers Queensland on 1300 999 636, or cq.enquiries@ndis.gov.au

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[skyeheron]

Subcultures in Bournemouth

Looking for further design inspiration I wanted to look into subcultures within the youth of Bournemouth. Initially I looked at the surfing culture as the pier is one of the best spots here to surf at and is a key part of Bournemouth.

Bournemouth pier has long been a well-known surf spot, "first being surfed early in the 60’s by quite a few ‘radical dudes,’ the whole of the Dorset coast was then explored for new waves (which there were plenty of)."

Whilst many non-locals may not see Bournemouth as a surf spot, the pier offers sheltered along with a consistent break, attracting many local surfers.

Looking at how visual communication has been influenced by surf culture is a good starting point for how I can draw inspiration from this and put it into my own work.

A good point of inspiration is surfer David Carson. "He is the world’s most imitated graphic designer, at least among magazines that do “hip” and “edge” and who like to break every typographic rule there is while straight-jacketing themselves to another set of strictures".

Taking inspiration from surf and the ocean being wild and unexpected "six years ago, Carson designed, at BeachGrit‘s behest, 151 new logos for the WSL.

The existing logo, he said, “has no soul. The logo just doesn’t represent the sport very well. It’s pedestrian, unoriginal, forgettable,  safe, gentrified and corporate. All things surfing is NOT, at least to me.”

His creative style is clear in his designs and reflects his views on surfing culture and is something that could provide inspiration for my own designs and the way Bournemouth should be viewed.

Another notable subculture within Bournemouth is the "healthy growing skate scene with multiple cliques made of older OG's and a load of young rippers that can usually be found in any of the relatively okay skateparks surrounding our small seaside town".

"In the early days of skateboarding, skateboarders had to be resourceful and creative. They used DIY techniques to create their own custom boards and designs, which often involved repurposing old skateboards or other materials. This DIY ethos also extended to skateboard graphics, which were often hand-drawn or spray-painted onto the bottom of the boards. These early skateboard graphics were heavily influenced by surf culture, featuring waves, palm trees, and other beach motifs.

As skateboarding gained popularity in the 70s and 80s, it began to influence art movements like punk, street art, and graffiti. Skateboarders and artists began to collaborate, with skateboard companies commissioning artists to create graphics for their boards. The skateboarding industry also began to attract artists who were drawn to its rebellious spirit and DIY aesthetic. Skateboard graphics became more sophisticated, featuring intricate designs and bold colors that reflected the energy and attitude of skateboarding culture."

"One of the most influential skateboard artists of this era was Jim Phillips, who designed graphics for Santa Cruz Skateboards. Phillips' bold and colorful designs featured skeletons, monsters, and other irreverent imagery that became synonymous with the skateboarding subculture. Other prominent skateboard artists of this era included Vernon Courtlandt Johnson, who designed graphics for Powell-Peralta Skateboards, and Pushead, who worked with Zorlac Skateboards."

[vintage-skateboards]

FLYING ACE ROAD SURFER

Moen-Patton, INC. / ca. 1960's

This skateboard, produced by MOEN-PATTON, INC. in the 1960s, is a precursor to skateboarding on the East Coast of the United States. The FLYING ACE ROAD SURFER is notable for its steel brake system and steel wheels, a technical innovation of the time. Measuring 30 inches in length and 5 1/4 inches in width, it embodies the adventurous and innovative spirit of skateboarding in its early years. A true testament to the ingenuity and engagement with the surf culture that also inspired skateboarding.

Acquired in: Modesto, California, United States.