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cobaltfluff · 3 months ago
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I dont care that it happened you to kanji. it should have happened to ME.
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lotus-pear · 7 months ago
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bike stickers
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naeminaeri · 2 months ago
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Full and b/w under the cut
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crystallizsch · 2 months ago
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DID SOMEONE SAY FILIPINO TWST (no one did it's just me 😔)
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below the cut is stock photos of what is a trike/tricycle in the philippines (what they’re riding on) if you're unfamiliar!! and also some rambling about my heartshackle trio ;;;
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i referenced the one on the left, there's usually supposed to be a screen where ace is popping out (and also i think deuce would prefer riding the one on the right where it's an actual motorcycle and not just a bike)
i like to think that the trio found this tricycle trashed and broken somewhere and they tried to fixed it up so they could all take a ride on it
ace and deuce kinda fought who’ll be the first to ride it and deuce only won because they all agreed deuce was the one who actually knew (for the most part) how to fix the thing
++++ some more concepts/hcs between them in this au(???) 😳
all three of them are childhood friends who grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same elementary school. unfortunately in high school they ended up in different schools, but they all still remained close friends 🥹
grim exists but as a regular cat who “belongs” to yuuna (yuuna was just grim’s favorite out of the three). technically he’s just a neighborhood stray, yuuna can’t really keep him as a pet at home (and neither can ace/deuce) but somehow grim keeps finding the heartshackle trio whenever they’re all together. and so grim just became part of the group.
yuuna has a physical album of photos dedicated to all the times they go to jollibee. they take a photo with the jollibee statue every single time they all go there.
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skynobi · 2 years ago
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koruga · 3 months ago
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I like singing and dancing. I also like walking. When I go on my walks around town, I have my headphones in, and I sing to myself and dance while I walk.
I realise this makes me the target of being stared at. I sort of invite it -- I don't mind if people look at me from their car, it's weird and silly and so am I. People around town know me for that, and that's fine.
However, I don't consent to being filmed while I do it. I won't catch it every time, since I'm not looking in the cars of people who pass me, but for the second time now, I've seen someone poking their phone out of their window to follow me as I walk, and that's really frustrating. I live in a small town, and I'm either a local curiosity or an attraction for the tourists. It's a different beast entirely when I have no control over who sees me -- the internet is a different beast.
I'm sure I'm preaching to the choir here, but don't film people. Even if they're acting weird -- especially if they're acting weird! I don't want to be your viral TikTok. Tourists and locals alike should know better than this.
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rcbertleckie · 10 months ago
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masters of the air · part one
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heilos · 1 month ago
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Nothing like the whiplash of "i'm cookin' on this art" and then the next day "it's over I forgor how to draw"
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girlsdads · 1 month ago
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Max shows up on the Monday following the worst week of Daniel’s life with two dirt bikes in the back of a truck like he’s Bella from fucking Twilight.
He’d said as much that Thursday, a text that read simply: I’m coming to Perth. Daniel’s phone has been on Do Not Disturb since Singapore, but Max’s message had flashed bright in his peripheral vision as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying and failing to ignore the gnawing pit in his gut. Daniel had pictured Max tapping Notify Anyway with the tip of his index finger, T-rex style.
He hadn’t known how to say Please don’t make this harder, hadn’t had the courage to say I need you here, so he’d sent back: Ok.
And now he’s sat here on the porch in the same baggy t-shirt he’s been wearing for days—discolored sweat stains and all—watching Max back a pickup truck down the dirt driveway. He can’t remember the last time he saw Max behind the wheel of something like this, sturdy and substantial. It feels like a first, a brand new thing for only this version of himself—Max Verstappen driving a truck.
Max smoothly pulls into a full stop, the ignition rumbles then dies. Daniel’s bare feet hit the dirt before Max even opens the door, a feeling that can only be relief blooming inside his chest. He’d said he would come, and he did, steadfast through it all.
Max is wearing travel clothes, basketball shorts and a hoodie, ankle socks and a pair of slides that look more like shower shoes than sandals. He looks tired, like he’d texted Daniel on Thursday and hasn’t slept since. Daniel knows he’s looking pretty shit himself, knows he’s been wallowing a bit hard, sue him. Still Max smiles like Daniel’s the best thing he’s ever seen.
It chokes him up just the same as the first time, almost a decade ago. That clogged-up cotton-y feeling in his throat is love, probably always has been—he’s not too chickenshit to admit it to himself now, after everything. The realization feels precious.
“Hiya, Maxy.” Daniel feels like he hasn’t spoken in years. His voice wobbles, stupidly. He’s squinting against the sun and the hot sting of tears. Max reaches for him.
All of his metaphorical strings cut, he falls into the soft bulk of Max’s chest. The gasping breath he takes as he presses his whole face against the crook of Max’s neck and shoulder feels like his first in a long, long time. Underneath the smell of sweat is the familiar clean scent of Max’s jet cabin. Daniel inhales and inhales, letting it fill his lungs like life support.
Max’s arms around him is the only homecoming he ever needed.
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seeminglydark · 4 months ago
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Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart, give it a start!
The centerfold! (clothed version, the alt version will be on patreon.) Freshly famous, freshly top-surgery'd GasCo Era Caro ready to bench press you, mothman ink isnt done yet, only outlines, and everytime they do a shoot, everyone insists they wear the snapback. Why is this one Johns fave? Cuz its so clear they are having a great time posing with their bike, Kasper, 80's power ballads playing in the background, and that this person is super comfortable in their skin and happy.
Caro Greene is from my comics Seemingly Dark and Mil-Liminal, an answer to this cute mini comic i did a few days ago <3
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homeofhousechickens · 9 months ago
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I know you guys love my controversial opinions here is another one
If you refuse to wear a helmet while riding a bike or a horse you are stupid.
You see people get concussions and traumatic brain injuries all the time on TV and they just magically heal and start going back to normal.
The truth is
If you get a moderate to severe TBI you will NEVER go back to normal. You will never be back to yourself before your brain injury. You will experience a lifetime of consequences that your friends and family will have to watch you suffer through because you thought it wasn't cute to wear a helmet.
I know with barrel racing and rodeos there is this culture where if you wear a helmet your a pussy or a coward. Do some crusty ass people's opinions matter more then your grey matter? Does progressive brain atrophy sound like a fun time? It's not. I have known multiple people close to me who have suffered TBIs and they are never the person they were before their TBI.
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steveyockey · 3 months ago
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I think a lot of people skirted acknowledging the racism at the heart of the attacks against imane khelif way tooo neatly like and WHY do you think a campaign to question her womanhood was sparked by a fight against a white european? I keep coming back to her and caster semenya and their respective home countries of algeria and south africa. the playbook is so blatant. and to act like it’s a slam dunk that we can “prove” she’s a “biological woman” completely misunderstands the undergirding racial misogyny, the logic of transphobia has never been based in biological reality, the mis/de-gendering of women of color has never been tied to a lab result first
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myrquez · 5 months ago
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dovi praising marc on sky sport italia 💕
“To me, people isn’t giving enough credit to the work Marc is doing to change his riding style, which he has had for so many years, and even if he’s on a winning bike, to adapt is a very difficult thing to do. He’s trying to mask it a little bit, because he’s one of the best, if not the best, when it comes to adaptability, even after such a huge change. Everyone thought, yeah, now he arrives and starts dominating again. Well, no! First of all, because the level among the riders is very high, many of them have very good bikes. And also, you have to drastically change the way you use the brakes. In fact, even if he is always on podiums, I don’t think he has fully adjusted to this new braking style, still. You can tell he’s still not that used to it as Pecco is. (And for that) To me, he’s doing a masterpiece.”
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amielot · 1 year ago
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Rainfall
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hakusins · 1 month ago
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cw // smoking
biker (???) whiteri comic
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sleepnoises · 10 months ago
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i biked to the farmers market and a tiny boy thought my bike was cool and the honeyseller let me draw some cherries on her honey announcement whiteboard and the mushroom guy gave me a discount for no reason. astonishing stuff. maybe this is cottagecore? i also dinged my bell aggressively at a tesla that seemed like it might be about to door me, that's less cottagecore
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