#motorcycle riding chaps

[cabinette]

OC worms got to me tonight I'm afraid. Concepting more stuff for my Lonely OC

[moonyflesh]

dating Logan Howlett would include…

WARNINGS: smutty. p in v, oral sex, fingering, breeding kink, orgasm teasing/control, mentions of aggressive/risky sex, (language, obviously), etc. - [🔞]

CHARACTERS: James “Logan” Howlett (MARVEL/X-MEN/WOLVERINE)

🐾 .*.. 🩹

- possessive smacks on the ass when you pass him in the hall.

- all talk, but no bite (he would never actually hurt you).

- routine scalp massages (on both ends), usually ending in you both being passed out on the other’s bed.

- having to label what food is yours, or he will eat it.

- constantly scolding him for his chapped lips…where he continuously looses the chapsticks you graciously lend him (he always buys you more).

- playful banter that usually ends with you bent over whatever flat surface is nearby.

- having to get used to loud chewing. i mean, it’s Logan. what do you expect?

- not much physical show of affection in public- that’s reserved for behind closed doors. (an occasional press of his lips to your forehead, or his hand on the small of your back is as far as he’s willing to put on display for the student’s prying eyes).

- thriving off of each other’s warmth at night- tangled up in each other under some thin duvet.

- country, bluegrass, and old as fuck music. don’t you dare even think about turning on “that shitty music you like so much” around him.

- being turned on by your makeup on him in some way— lipstick prints smeared along the collar of his white t-shirt- your mascara running down your face and smearing onto his fingers when he wipes it off.

- (^) just you making an absolute mess on him in general. he fucking loves it.

- needing to take sharp intakes of breath in between his kisses, since he physically can hold his breath for much longer than the “average mutant”.

- rough, meaningful sex. there is no such thing as a ‘quickie’ in his book. he wants to savor your moments of vulnerability.

- more teeth than tongue. he wants to feel how you squirm under him when his canines sink into your lips, shoulders, and inner thighs.

- (^) lovebites and hickeys. you’re not allowed to leave the house unless there’s something that’s marking you as taken. as his.

- wearing his clothes when he’s gone for long periods of time.

- long motorcycle rides, usually at night. (he makes you wear a helmet and plenty of protective leather, much to his enjoyment).

- soaking in your scent. he always knows when your needy. he can smell it on you.

- oh, and he smells like cedar wood and pine. Maybe a bit of cigar smoke- his natural sweat smell he can’t seem to get rid of? Something Iike that.

- (^) him going absolutely feral when he can smell himself on you- his cologne, cigars- just his general aura on you is such a massive turn on for him.

- lots of loving nips and kisses, though. constantly has his lips pressed against the nape of your neck or crown of your skull.

- sleeps with you in his arms. no way in hell you’re allowed to wake up before him.

- face sitting. he wants every pound of you on his mouth and nose, his arms wrapped up and around your thighs, pushing your cunt into his tongue.

- wanting to feel good too. no matter how hard he’s been going down on you, he wants release, too.

- praise. lots of shrewd language and name-calling.

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“fuck, that’s my good fucking girl- you’re doing so good, sweetheart- so pretty all sweaty and wet cuzzah’ me, huh?”

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- face fucking. he’ll stop no matter how close he is to his peak if you need him to, but he wants it so far down your throat. and you better swallow every last drop.

- breeding kink? idk i just feel like he’s super into seeing you carry his kid (only when you’re ready, though. he of all people knows what a big deal pregnancy is).

- decent aftercare. he at least puts some amount of effort into it; probably brings you a glass of lukewarm water, a damp towel from his bathroom, maybe one of his t-shirts if he thinks of it.

- expect to wait a while for him to say “i love you” back. he’s been hurt. too many times. he loves you, he breathes you, he craves you. he just doesn’t know if he’s ready to actually admit that to himself yet, let alone to you.

[gokyrts]

what about when patrón!carlos finds the little sister?

i das thinking about him being like "Eres libre de irte, I've found her" while he opens the door to his office and both girls storm out without a wors cause the youngest just wanted to get home but his princesita is no longer visiting cause she thinks that he doesn't want to see her ever again after all the strings he had to pull but he's actually craving g

hiii nonnie, sorry it took so long!! hopefully this will be enough of an apology <3

Read the introductory fic here!

18+ | warnings: cartel politics, mention of kidnapping, suggestive, Carlos getting handsy

wc: 1.3k

The blood in your veins nearly ran cold when you saw motorcycles pull up outside your home — the rev of engines deafening like the unmistakable energy the sicarios had around them. The rapping of knuckles against the front door spiked your anxiety. Standing frozen in your kitchen you didn’t dare move. Have they come for you too? More insistent rapping on your door and then a voice.

“Señorita, if you don’t open the door I’ll tell my boss his search was in vain and that he can return the little girl.”

Your heart hammered. He found her. Carlos found your sister. You sprinted to the door, nearly pulling it off its hinges as you threw it open.

“Where is she?”

Your insistence amused the man standing outside, his smirk widening.

“Whoa… easy,” he stopped you, eyes trained on your body. He licked his chapped lips and you suddenly felt self-conscious in your comfortable home attire. “Throw something pretty on, hmm? Then we can go.” With that he turned on his heel and walked back to his motorcycle, hip cocked against it and waiting for you to change.

You threw on a dress that had just finished drying in the evening sun and walked back outside, earning a few whistles from the men who came to pick you up. Avoiding their gazes, you approached the sicario who talked to you. He checked you out thoroughly and it was just as uncomfortable as the first time.

“Not bad. Hop on.”

His words were ringing in your mind nearly the whole ride but the closer you got to the safe house the more you thought about reuniting with your sister. When you got there, the procedure went as you expected — you were patted down by a pair of bold hands before being allowed inside and even then you were accompanied by armed men.

Carlos was leaning on his desk, his large hand wrapped around the handle of a gun, the other using a rag to clean the barrel. He noticed the bated breath with which you arrived, your eyes searching the room for any presence of your sister. Yet the room was devoid of any other woman except you. You searched his eyes next, the unspoken question hanging on your lips.

“Señor Sainz,” you breathed out, acknowledging the man.

Carlos put the rag down next to him on the table but the gun stayed in his right hand. You were defenseless yet intimidation tactics were used on you, to make you feel a bit more helpless and indebted. You swallowed thickly before speaking.

“T-They told me you found her…”

The stutter didn’t help your case, it only made everyone in the room want to play a little more.

Carlos loaded the gun, the metal clicking in place reminding you of the cold sweat on your palms. You watched as he tucked the gun into his pants, the masculinity with which the grip stuck from behind his belt making you scrunch your nose.

“Sit down. You look like you’re about to faint.” His voice was every bit like honey over your ears but you knew there was poison in it despite the initial sweetness. Nonetheless, you pulled the leather chair by his desk up and took a seat. Your hands were folded in your lap and you felt smaller than before, even more when Carlos stood up at his full height. He circled you like the predator he was, getting ready to pounce on his prey.

“Sí, I found your sister. She is safe.”

That fact made you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, relaxing in your seat. But your relief was cut short when you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“But it was no easy feat,” your shoulders slumped under his wide palms and thick fingers. The pressure made you burrow further into the leather chair with no hope of escaping. “lives were lost… for your fairytale rescue.”

Your breath hitched. The weight of his hands seemed to grow gradually. The fingers of his right hand toyed with the strap of your dress. From his perspective, Carlos could see into the lowcut dress, the tops of your breasts on display for his hungry eyes. You had to remind yourself they were all criminals… or else the guilt would eat you alive.

“I-I’m sorry for your loss…” you forced out. The weight wasn’t only physical but psychological too. Your father left you a debt, and you added to it by asking for a favor, now you owed Carlos Sainz more than two lives.

Carlos hummed, his thumb sliding up the back of your neck, gently pushing your head forward, seeing how pliable you were under him. His other hand was dangerously close to pushing off the strap of the dress off your shoulder.

The touch was making you more uncomfortable by the minute and forced your next words.

“Please, can I see my sister?” you whimpered, not able to take the pressure any longer.

The corner of Carlos’ mouth twisted up in a smirk and he squeezed you before taking a step back. He mentioned to one of the guards, who opened the door next to him and shouted something down the hall.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage but in a few seconds, your little sister appeared from around the corner. Before you knew it you were sprinting in her direction, enveloping her into a tight hug. She looked exhausted, dirty, and beyond scared but once she was in your arms, she relaxed, clinging to you.

Carlos watched in amusement, feeling a strange sense of nostalgia at the sight but he pushed it aside, as there was no time for softness.

Despite the need to take care of your sister immediately, you knew there was something you had to do first.

“Gracias, señor.” you replied, turning back to the man but you knew your words did little to repay him. His fingers caught your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. Carlos looked you up and down, lingering on your chest before speaking. ”You’re free to go but remember… I didn’t do it for her, I did it for you, princesa.” The reminder was crushing, the intimate petname sending chills over your body. You would have stood there still had your little sister not squeezed your hand, her comfort more of a worry than the favor or two owed to the most dangerous man in the city.

“Sí, señor.” Your reply was firm, a bitter acknowledgment of his power over you.

The tone of your voice made Carlos smirk and his hold on your chin relaxed. He nodded next, letting you leave but the smugness with which he leaned back against his desk made you feel you weren’t as free as you had hoped.

Your sister and you were escorted outside the compound where the guards slammed the door behind you and you made your way home.

The following days were filled with dread. Your sister noticed you by the windows more often, on lookouts, not hiding your anxiety well.

“Why did you go to Sainz of all people?” she said to you one morning, making you furrow your brows in confusion.

Upon seeing that, she clarified. “You could have contacted the police, DEA…”

You felt anger brew in your stomach at her words.

“And how successful are they at getting hostages back? If Sainz hadn’t found you so quickly you could have been dead!” you snapped back, turning away from the window.

The way she flinched had you feeling guilty. She went through hell she barely told you about at the hands of the other cartel.

“Sainz was the only option…” You softened your tone and put a hand on her shoulder, which seemed to comfort her. She nodded, trying to understand even if you knew she had doubts about your decision.

The moment was interrupted by the chilling sound of revving motorcycles and you felt your heart drop. Turning back to the window, your eyes were met with a familiar sight — Carlos’ sicarios.

Your sister got up too and her voice broke through the barrage of sound.

“So you got me out and gotten yourself in, huh?”

eager for more? Check out part three to the AU here

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[baalzebufo]

oh yeah... redrew my older pines designs + also gideon is here because I like him and will inflict him on everyone. probably in their early 20s here, I didnt think too hard about the specifics. also some headcanons

dipper started testosterone finally so he's got the classic 'shitty little puberty stache' and also hes breaking out w acne bit. wears a lot of denim on denim. him and wendy swap hats every summer its their tradition. he has a bomber jacket with lots of alien and cryptid patches. sometimes he has kind of a mullet going on

mabel regularly chops all her hair off in the mirror with some scissors whenever the impulse hits so at any given point of her life it can be either waist-length or a buzzcut. she got into making kandi and has a bunch of themed cuffs. rhinestones. sparkles. thats a tamagotchi necklace

gideon has embraced his inner cowboy and got some riding chaps ostensibly because he has a motorcycle now but also because he thinks he looks cool. his bolo tie is a replica of his old cursed variant because fiddling with it is a comfort to him. hes got a custom leather jacket with his star embroidered on the back

hes also so tall because. well honestly my headcanon is he has an insane growth spurt in his teens. have you SEEN bud gleeful? he's huge. hes got Big Dude Genes. also honestly i just think its funny if he goes from being knee-high to 6 feet tall in the space of like, 6 months.

(i was gonna add other characters to this but i got distracted so thats for another time)

[marlequinncos]

Cosplay Build Guide: Marko's Jacket from The Lost Boys (1987)

I am a lover of the horror genre; horror movies, books, games, you name it! And one of my favorite horror movies is the 1987 classic “The Lost Boys”, which focuses on a gang of motorcycle-riding vampires in the fictional California town of Santa Carla. I'm also a big fan of thrifting and modifying items for cosplay. I decided to combine those two things and make a garment that has lived rent-free in my head since I first saw the film: the colorful patchwork jacket worn by the vampire Marko.

I'm going to walk you through how I made Marko's jacket, breaking down the different parts that comprise the garment.

Marko’s outfit is made up of several components: a white cropped tank top, light wash denim jeans, leather chaps, custom painted leather moto boots, fingerless motorcycle gloves, a black skull earring, and of course, that iconic and extremely loud jacket. 

All four titular vampires have a signature jacket they wear in the movie, and Marko’s is by far the most elaborate and distinctive. It consists of three main parts: the base jacket, the Italian tapestries, and the patches. Because of the nature of this build, I had to do a ton of intensive research to determine the individual and highly specific parts of the jacket. My main references were photos from movie memorabilia auction sites whenever one of the original jackets went up for sale, since they photograph the jacket from all angles.

Part 1: The Base Jacket

Marko’s base jacket is, according to my research, a men’s black Levi’s denim jacket in a size 40, which I believe translates to a medium. Now, I’m a petite woman (5’3”, athletic but slim), so I knew that the exact jacket would be too big for my frame. Instead, I found a men’s black denim jacket in an extra small; it's very similar in style to the original, but a little better proportioned for me. It's still very much oversized though. The first things I did were remove the buttons and pockets, and I cut off the hem of the jacket and the sleeve cuffs. Then I tossed the jacket in the washing machine to fray the edges. 

Part 2: The Tapestries

The hardest part of the jacket by far was finding the tapestries, for two reasons. The first is that the tapestries were all from the 1960’s and 1970’s, meaning I had to scour vintage stores and websites to find the right ones. The second is the variation. Six jackets were made for each Lost Boy in the movie; this is standard for a film, since some jackets would be used for closeups (the”hero” jackets) while others were used for stunts, and a few even have intentional holes in them for harness rigging. Because of that and the thrifted nature of the jacket, the Marko jackets for the film all differ slightly in the placement of the tapestries and patches.

There are five tapestries in total. Three are velvet: the matador, the peacock, and the leopard with the messed up face. These are impossible to dupe via Spoonflower or Contrado (custom fabric printing websites) due to the fact that these three are essentially small rugs. The other two, chariot lady and cat lady, are dupable via Spoonflower or Contrado printing since they aren’t the same fabric as the others.

The two pin-up tapestries are nearly impossible to find, more so than the velvet ones. In my months of searching, I never found either pin-up tapestry, so I had them printed by Contrado, along with the collar trim.

If you go searching for the velvet tapestries, you'll notice that there are several different versions of each one, with slight changes in color and placement of things in the art. How accurate you want to be is up to you. My peacock and matador are accurate to the tapestries on one of the stunt jackets, whereas my leopard is the correct color but wrong direction. That's doesn't bother me much, personally, especially since the leopard is the hardest of the velvet tapestries to find by far.

Once the tapestries were acquired, I measured different sections based on the dimensions of the jacket, mapped it out using washi tape on the tapestries, and then cut them all out. There was a decent amount of math involved here, specifically regarding scaling the sections of tapestry down by a few inches since my jacket is smaller than the original. I then arranged them all onto the denim jacket and pinned them in place before hand sewing them (yes, you read that right; I hand sewed this whole thing) on in the correct overlap. I also added the rhinestones to the cat lady.

I recommend using embroidery needles and upholstery thread to attach the tapestries to the jacket, due to the thickness and the weight. I also sewed along the designs in the tapestries themselves to better hide the stitching within the image.

Part 3: The Patches

Marko’s jacket has a total of 26 different patches on it, most of which are motorcycle or punk themed. For these, I found a seller on Etsy who makes 24 of them, and I used Contrado to print the remaining two (the anarchy symbol and the large skull) on canvas and added the stitching. You could thrift and find the patches as well, but here's the thing: while some of these patches are pretty easy to find, others seem to be nonexistent, to the point that I wonder if some were made exclusively for the movie. That's why I went and purchased my patches instead of hunting them down. My personal favorite is the “Screw U” one. One fun fact about the patches is that the large winged skull on the back is a leftover from the movie “The Warriors”.

I once again hand sewed these all on as per the references from the movie. You might think that ironing the patches on is an easier method, but there's a few reasons why that won't work: 1) the patches in the movie are sewn on; if you zoom in, you can see the stitching 2) I'm not sure the patches would even adhere to the velvet and velour of the tapestries and 3) if you decide you don't like the placement of a patch that you sewed on, you can just seam rip the stitching and adjust it, which you can't really do as cleanly with an ironed-on patch.

Part 4: The Tassels

The tassels on the jacket’s shoulder are not tassels at all; they’re squid skirts (a type of fishing lure), which is something I never knew existed until I started researching for this build. For these, I found a fishing tackle website that had the closest match to the colors I needed, a blue-grey/orange and a yellow/green. Both squids also have glitter and little eyes painted on.

Part 5: Weathering and Finishing Touches

Lastly, I weathered the jacket to give it that lived-in look. For the dirt/dust on the patches, I used powder eyeshadow. I also picked at the edges of the tapestries to fray them a bit. And to make the patches less stiff, I just broke the jacket in by wearing it around my house. The great thing about this jacket is that the more I wear it and the more it weathers, the better it'll look.

FAQ

How heavy and warm is the jacket?

The jacket is made of denim and rugs, so its pretty warm and heavy. It honestly feels like wearing a weighted blanket, which is a nice bonus if you're anxiety made flesh like I am. It makes a lot of sense for the jacket to be on the heavier side, because if you’ve been to Northern California, you know how cold it can get on the coast, especially at night (not sure if vampires can feel cold, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

How long did it take you to make the jacket?

I don’t time my cosplay builds, but I can guess based on the amount of TV/movies/podcasts/playlists consumed as I was working on it. I'm also pretty fast when it comes to hand sewing. By my estimation, the jacket took me about 45-50 hours of work, and that’s not counting the time I spent searching for the tapestries.

Can you make me one?

Sorry friend, I don't take commissions. Even if I did, there's no guarantee I could find the exact tapestries again. I appreciate the interest though!

One of the most useful resources for making this jacket is the Replica Prop Forum! There's a ton of information there, as well as discussions and troubleshooting about the construction of the jacket.

I hope you enjoyed this walkthrough of Marko's jacket! This was a fun build and I'm really proud of the finished product. I'm going to make the rest of Marko's outfit + wig to complete the cosplay, so stay tuned for that!

If you have any other questions, feel free to plop them in my inbox! In addition to tumblr, you can also find my cosplay work on instagram and bluesky @/marlequinncos

[trashmouth-richie]

𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

part 3 of: do you like the way the water tastes?

summary: eddie takes you for a ride, the questions burning in your gut are resolved.

You’re certain your knuckles are broken from the iron grip you have on Eddie’s waist for the past twenty minutes. 

  His idea for a little drive was going to Bridgeport. Speeding around cars minding their own business on the lazy summer Sunday afternoon. 

Wind whipped through his curls and rippled the cotton tank top he was wearing, black sunglasses perched on his Roman nose, a honey dipped setting sun reflecting off the lenses when he turned his head at a stop sign to smirk at your wind-chapped cheeks and nervous expression.  

  “You scared, pretty girl?” 

  You were. 

  But when you shook your head no, he chuckled, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb, “I got ya,” he purred, his shy smile breaking through those plump lips, “ just don’t let go of me.” 

  The feel of your skin on his rough fingers when he had secured the helmet around your head and tightened the strap under your chin— before even getting on his motorcycle— left him with a rosy dusting to his own cheeks.

  Your skin was soft and delicate, like a petal from a flower— and he’d grow an entire garden just to feel it again. 

  You were looking at him in awe, like he had hung the moon and painted the stars just for you. And the look in your eyes made his heart flutter in his chest, skipping a beat when his eyes met yours. 

  Pupils blown and struck by Cupid, he didn’t know how deep he was falling. Were you? 

  His tongue was poked out in concentration while he fiddled with the strap, connecting it and pulling it taught under your chin. 

  His stare lingered for longer than he could help, eyelashes smushing together when the heat on his cheeks was too much to handle. 

  You had never been on a motorcycle before, but you listened intently to Eddie’s calm instructions on where to put your feet and what not to do. 

  The first few miles were horrifying, you were absolutely positive that you would fall off at any minute. Your squeals rang through his ears and burned his soul, making an ache in his stomach he hadn’t felt before, and when your fingers laced together around him, his heart nearly fell out of his chest. 

  —

“Wasn’t sure what you’d like, so—got one of each.” Eddie’s arms were full with red and white paper food boats. Chicken strips, two corn dogs, a cheeseburger piled high with bacon and a fried egg, cheeseballs, a funnel cake and a plastic jug of strawberry lemonade with two straws poking out of the lid. 

  Bridgeport was having their annual festival complete with carnival rides, a crowning of their hometown king and queen and the greasiest food in Indiana. You were sitting on a red painted bench underneath the green curtains of a weeping Willow as Eddie left to grab what he referred to as “a few snacks.” 

  You looked so cute sitting on the bench in his old dio shirt waiting for him. Seeing you in his clothes had his heart pumping into overdrive, and when you lifted your face to his and smiled as he walked towards you it almost knocked him dead. 

  Before you had left his trailer, you bargained to borrow some of Eddie’s clothes instead of quickly running home to change. “Nah,” he said with a grin, “I’ve got something you can wear.” He tossed you an almost worn through black t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts he’d had since middle school that were definitely too short for him now, but hit the swell of your thighs in a flattering way. 

  Emerging from the bathroom in his wardrobe and poorly bandaged knees, he smiled wide, toothy as can be and nearly pulled a muscle in his cheeks as he tried to hide it, not show how he was nearly cracking ribs with the way his heart was swelling for you. 

  “pick anything you want, sweetheart,” he said gesturing to the food he had laid out like a feast. He slotted his legs through the picnic table and you could hear the jingle of the chain from his hip as it rested on the wooden seat. 

  A smirk pursed his lips as your eyes studied the fried treats. Suddenly aware that maybe you didn’t like anything like this? 

  Shit. 

  His nerves stabled when your fingers plucked the brown stick end of a corn dog. His heart soared when your teeth broke through the breading and you hummed in content. 

  His fingers twisted the metal rings on his left hand, eyeing your lips when a crumb formed on them. Unconsciously licking his own like they were yours, sweeping the crumb away.

  “Good?” 

  Your lips curved into a smile as you reached for a napkin and blotted the grease from your lips, “delicious,” you mumble with the bite still between your teeth.

  “I never been to the festival before, they do this every year?” 

  Eddie snorted, and grabbed a chicken strip, dunking it into a small container of ranch, the chicken crunches and melts on his tongue as he shoves it around his mouth to answer, “yeah, haven’t been here in years, my uncle would take me as a kid.” 

  Neon lights peek through the vine-like curtain of the willows branches, a faint low hum of cheery carnival music begins, followed by the gears of the rides, squealing for oil and grease. 

  The night was calm, a light wind bringing a quiet exhaling breath of air to the humid atmosphere, as you silently chewed your corn dog. 

  Eddie’s mind was racing, he had a million and one things to say but whenever he tried to form the words he found his tongue cemented to the roof of his mouth, concrete foundations keeping it in place. 

  Lucky for him, yours wasn’t. 

  “Thank you for the food, and playing doctor… I mean, bandaging my knees.” Smooth.

  His tongue detached and he breathed a hearty laugh, one that had you giggling along, heated cheeks from embarrassment and all. 

  “Any time,” he exhaled, hoping this wasn’t the only time you’d want to share a meal with him, “figured it was better than a lollipop after being such a good patient.” 

  “I mean, I like suckers,” you tease, pointing the corn dog at him, “but this is really really good— I wish Benny still served them.” 

  “How long have you worked there?” 

  “Well..” you do the math in your head, and un-ashamedly use your fingers to count the years, “six years, I think— Gareth and I both started there at the same time—bussing tables.”

  Eddie’s hands are threaded as he leans in to listen intently at your very boring story. 

  “..but then some cool older guy started a band and needed a drummer, so he quit on me.”

  You remember the days of riding in the back of Gareth’s mom’s car when she’d drop you both off for your shift on Saturday nights, both only fourteen but still spending as much time together as you could, the innocence of childhood still on your shoulders. 

  “Sounds like this cool older guy was pretty bitchin’, wish I knew him,” the dimples in his cheeks well deep, as he plays with his rings. Waiting for you to bite the bait.

  “Nah,” you play back, scrunching your nose and picking at the corn dog, “he’s not that great— pretty mysterious, really hard to read.” 

  He chuckles and fakes offense. “Maybe there isn’t mystery behind him, maybe he gets nervous around pretty girls.” 

  Your cheeks heat and you stare at the table for a bit before meeting his gaze again, “That’s too bad,” you add, clicking your tongue, “because he was really really cute.” 

  “Cute, huh?” He says standing and grabbing all the garbage from the table and walking to the nearest trash can, he brushes the grease from his hands on his pants, “puppies are cute, sweetheart.” 

  “Yeah, he looks like a cute wittle puppy dog, just wanna pinch his cheeks, and give him treats.” 

  “Oh really?” He says standing beside you and holding his hand out to help you up.

  “Mhmm,” you say placing your hand in his, feeling the rough calluses with the pads of your fingers,  “But he never called, never kissed me, he just disappeared.” 

  You walk past him, not needing to look over your shoulder to know that he was following behind you, his long legs making up the distance in no time at all. 

  You’d trolled down the sidewalk, enjoying the sounds of the carnival and the sweet sticky sugar of cotton candy spinning. 

  When the sky inks into dark, Eddie’s fingers graze yours and he doesn’t pull away. This time he folds them between the spaces of yours. Rubbing the knuckles of your hand with his thumb, noticing that you sighed slightly. 

  He stops when the sidewalk ends, a lone street lamp flickering and nothing but the hum of lightning bugs floating gently on the breeze.

  “Would you have wanted me too?”

  You stare up at him, a cross of your eyebrows indicates your confusion and a twinkle of a street lamp glows into your eyes.

  Eddie wets his lips with a sweep of his tongue. The ring that’s been teasing you on full display. 

  “That night, when I walked you home…did you want me to kiss you?” 

  Butterflies take flight in a flurry in your stomach at the sight of his shiny lips. You almost counted out loud to three to respond even though you nearly flung yourself at him. 

  “I— I thought it was obvious.” 

He frowns, shaking his head. A nervous laugh emits from him and he looks unsure of himself.

  “I’m not good at this,” he admits, undoubtedly fighting himself, “and now?” he asks, holding your chin between his fingers and angling your face up to his, “do you want me to kiss you, sweet girl?” 

  All the breath from your lungs leaves when you nod your head, and when Eddie’s lips nestle between yours, you're certain you’re the only girl left in the world. 

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Shower thought:

Yuu with a motorcycle.

Like, what if Yuu finds a beat-up old motorcycle and repairs it, and then drives to NRC with it. Everyone is either wondering where they got a motorcycle, admiring how cool they look, or are freaking out because "you drove that rickety old thing without a helmet!?"

Shenanigans ensue.

(I also lowkey see Leona mentioning that they should have leather gear to wear while riding, literally because he's wearing chaps-)

Do they have regular motorcycles in twst? I remember seeing that round thing that's like one. Be funny if an old beat-up motorcycle just plopped into existence one day, like random stuff from Yuu's would randomly drop into twst on occasion.

[differenteagletragedy]

ol boys with bad boy mc headcanons? like how they are when the mc inevitably breaks the rules or shows up on a fat motorcycle to give them a joy ride or just. yeah. bad boy.

THIS WAS SO FUN THANK YOU

-- Take Baxter on a ride on your motorcycle. Please. He's too proud to beg, but he might make an exception for this.

-- At the beginning of Step 3, he may or may not keep an ear out so he can slink over to the window to watch you leave. If you start dating, he buys a leather jacket and overnights it just in case you offer to take him for a spin. He likes it A LOT.

-- Cove, meanwhile, is down for a ride but he doesn't want to wear any protective gear -- he doesn't like layers. But even a bad boy won't put that little cinnamon roll in danger, so you make him wear a jacket at least, and he'll roll his eyes but it'll make him feel warm and fuzzy.

-- Derek is the most nervous about the idea of a motorcycle, not because he'd be scared to ride it but because your safety is at risk more on a bike than in a car. If you don't like wearing gear, he's going guilt you into it, but in the most loving way. He cares about you too much.

-- And like Baxter cares too, but he's also like "MC, I've purchased you a pair of the finest leather gloves, please but them on for no particular reason other than your safety."

-- Also Baxter: "Tell me, are chaps practical or are they mainly used for stylistic purposes? Why do I ask? No reason."

-- Cove loves a rule breaker, that's already cannon -- if you punch Jeremy in the face, he likes it! So do what you need to do, he's there for it. Want to blow off school? So does he. Want to play hooky from work? He's down.

-- When you're like 13 you and Cove go for a walk and you didn't bring any money so you swipe some candy for the walk home and he's like *heart eyes* *swoon*

-- Derek does have a harder time with the rule breaking at first, he's such a good kid! But then you do something a little shady for him -- maybe call him during a practice and tell him you need help and when he gets there all frantic you just want to spend time with him, or you're at a game and you see someone from the other team try to hurt him and you make a scene/make him cry -- and that will win him over.

-- Baxter thinks you're so so fun, and he goes along with whatever you want to do. Where Cove is with you for the ride though, Baxter is going to match your antics. Not in any rude way to an innocent bystander or anything, he wouldn't do that (you wouldn't either I don't think, you're a bad boy with a heart of gold), but if you're out for mischief he can definitely keep up.

-- Did you make sure to get a motorcycle big enough to fit your favorite boy on the back? You sure did. Which is impressive, because you know some big boys.

-- I know a lot of bikers (not all, but a lot!) will make fun of a man for riding on the back of a motorcycle, but Cove, Derek and Baxter do not care. They could not care less. They are proud to be in that seat and no one will make them feel embarrassed about it.

-- Be sure to get back to Baxter about the chaps though, he's just really curious.

[filohazard]

so curious about trans girl Vash in your Interstitial game - this is your excuse to gush about whatever batshit nonsense has happened in-game

@lotsadeer probably has the better memory but:

We're introduced to Trans Girl!Vash the Stampede; this is post-98 canon Vash who, post dropping off her brother someplace safe, had her gender fall out. It happens.

Vash plays the Friend playbook; she's here to support people and kind of bathe in the glow of their lives a little. While The Stampede isn't a title she relishes, she dons it from time to time to intimidate people, and her gunwoman skills are still incredibly sharp.

She was part of a heisting crew along with Falco CyberpunkEdgerunners, Sho Minamimoto and Chimmy. It was very Fast & Furious; everyone brought their own vehicles, with Vash bringing Angelina, a motorcycle that belonged to someone very important to her, once.

The crew's mission was to rob the entire US military defence budget in one fell swoop as it was transferred to the treasury, Or Something.

I'm not going to blow-by-blow the entire campaign, but:

Things rapidly went sideways when Vash had to avoid Milly, who was now a tour guide at the White House, by accidentally smashing a toilet and flooding a bathroom

Luckily, she was able to use her feminine wiles to peacefully rob Sundowner Metalgearrisingrevengeance, the Minister of Defence. He was kind of a creep. Thus began an intense rivalry with That Asshole and the whole party

There were lots of opportunities for Vash to a) show off her cool gunwoman skills and b) be extremely gay, at one point falling for a random Helldiver who was part of the presidential bodyguard (alongside Master Chief, natch), Helena Diver

Highlight of the campaign for me was Vash explaining, entering full bishounen mode, to Master Chief that they were both the same. Soldiers of fortune, cast adrift on the winds of Humanity's wars... and Master Chief joined the party, sufficiently motivated by her words

Escaping the Capital, we were to use Air Force One, but Sundowner showed up again on a frickin' Metal Gear Rex on heelies. Luckily, Vash was able to ineptly fail to kill him (trying to show off by shooting him while standing on the grappling rope he was using to keep pace with Air Force One), having left Chief to ride Angelina

Within the last ten minutes of the campaign, I decided the twist was ol' Joe Biden had planned the whole thing to fund his stepping down from the presidency, anonymously of course.

and then we did the scene at the end of Fast & Furious with the chap who passed away and them all going off in different directions. With Vash, Chief, and Sho who she had somehow won the heart of, continuing as soldiers on the wind.

[aisclosed]

Slice of You ❦︎ - profiles: en motor club

synopsis : in which the sting of heartbreak has Jungwon searching for solace in the walls of a local diner but each visit leaves him craving more than what's on the menu.

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jungwon: just a boy that was born to ride his motorcycle and be silly but unfortunately ended up pining and yearning after his childhood friend, minah, who doesn't want him back.

en motor club : jungwon's besties that want the best for him (are tired of hearing him whine about minah). they look kind of intimidating with the whole motor club thing but are really just losers :/ . they all have bikes with the exception of niki who can't legally ride so jay usually drives his car instead to take him along.

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a/n: not a super in depth intro bc we all know our boys :3 chap one out tmr!

[thistransient]

How was Ladakh? I heard it's very scenic, I've been meaning to visit.

I've been mulling this over for a while, because this trip to Ladakh was also my first time in India, and thus the two things are a bit intertwined. Also one must take into consideration that most of what I saw outside of Leh, I saw while clinging to the back of a motorbike, often wondering if I was sustaining brain damage. I suspected the natural wonders were twice as awe-inspiring when observed with the knowledge that they could be the last thing I ever saw. If you want to go on two wheels, do get proper gear and think twice about riding pillion.

That said, it really was gorgeous out there.

If you like mountains, it's the place to be. If you like Tibetan Buddhist monasteries, it's also the place to be. I wasn't sure what to expect in regards to human interactions, but on my own in Leh there was basically no hassle from strangers. If anything the hassle was that the tour office the guesthouse recommended did not have anyone going on the route I wanted to take- which was how I ended up on a motorcycle trek with some random guys from the guesthouse to begin with. For the rest of it, they handled everything, for which I'm eternally grateful.

If you get the chance to go, go! I'm glad I went, but if I could go back in time I'd also be better prepared for the elements- despite copious amounts of sunblock eventually I had to accept that I was just going to be sunburnt, cracked, and chapped, with dried out nasal passages. It also gets really cold, even in June. I didn't bring enough warm stuff cause I only had a carry-on and I figured I'd just buy something there (which inevitably I did), but then no one from any airline actually checked my luggage weight at any point, so I kinda wish I'd just brought a whole ass winter coat. Two weeks was also not enough, I stuck around Leh to acclimatise for 4 days (which felt like overkill at first but it was really a good idea), and only ended up seeing Nubra Valley, Pangong Tso, and Alchi Monastery with the guys. I had hoped to also see Tso Moriri and Hanle but was too worn out by the time they left, and spent the rest of my days hanging around Leh feeling rather ill.

All in all, I wasn't really sure what to expect in going, but it exceeded all expectations. I also think if I had not already been on enough terrible roads in various countries in the past, I might have been slightly overwhelmed. If I hadn't been in the company of people who were fond of street dogs (and finally desensitised me), I probably would not have had as good a time because there are a lot of them. They do make quite a racket at night, bring earplugs. In the end though, the pros certainly outweigh the cons (and obviously I survived and came back to tell the tale.) If you're looking for scenic, I give it 11/10, possibly more.

Final note, Indian SIM cards don't work in Ladakh, but the Ladakh SIM card works in India (I'm not sure about Jammu + Kashmir). J+K Bank ATMs did NOT want to dispense me cash with my foreign card (unfortunate because they were the only ones outside the city), but other banks worked fine.

[the-kr8tor]

OOOO IM EXCITED TO READ COWBOY HOBIE Daily Hobie HC! Imagine going in a mirror maze with him as a date- He'll practically blend in and stand out with the neon lights due to his texture-changing-ness from his dimension, and it'll be pure chaos Because on one hand, his spidey senses are switching on and off due to how close either you or him have been deadly close to bumping into a mirror, so Hobie just decides to ignore the entire thing as a whole.. Bad idea on his part.. The amount of times he's bonked his head against the mirrors has you cackling, unable to even try and conceal your real laugh. Although he playfully scolds you for laughing, he loves hearing you laugh, vowing to himself to always try to do so, even in the worst moments. And when you bump into some mirrors, he will often retaliate teasingly with a 'yeah that sucks doesnt it? imagine how I feel'. However, he's unable to even finish his sentence before chuckling at your dazed expression. At one point, you guys will lose each other in the mess of mirrors, people and neon lights flashing everywhere. Hobie attempts to retrace his steps, but he doesn't even know where he last stepped because of the confusion of mirrors. Funnily enough, you both find each other by bumping into one another, laughing at the fact you both thought you were each other's reflections. From that point, Hobie holds onto your hand, not wanting to let you be lost in the maze of high. Little does he know, you're praying to not panic at the way he held your hand. Or maybe he does..you can't exactly see his face half of the time among the neon lights. Once you guys are out of the maze, eyes adjusting to the sudden weird haze of reality, you joke towards Hobie about having 'learnt a new texture', to which he immediately turns into something close enough of the mirror maze neon lights with a smirk on his face. A smirk that makes you want to snog it off immediately. When he drops you off, no doubt you both have stickers all over your faces, from when you were rewarded with for completing the maze, attacking Hobie immediately with one as he was drinking some fancy glowing fruit juice in a lightbulb cup. Once you return to your room, your eyes light up upon seeing a few little gifts from the place where the mirror maze was. With a closer look, you notice one of them has Hobie's signature on it, with the date and, in his writing 'Can't wait to see you again. Already planning where I'm gonna take you for my turn' You genuinely wonder when or even how he has the time to quickly make you these gifts from him dropping you off to you entering your bedroom. However, it doesn't seem to concern you much. Maybe murderer or not, he knew how to make your heart swell. I wanna go on a mirror maze date with someone:( Idc if its with a friend or partner at this point- I want to crash into mirrors and laugh -🐦‍⬛

Thank you! Chap 1 will be out in a few hours!

Daily Hobie HC!!! 🎉

Oh I'm so normal about this 🥰🥰🥰 I love love carnival dates!! Like it's in my top 5 dream dates of all time!

All the thrill carnival rides that Hobie now has an excuse to hold on to you bc "you might fall, love." Citing that the rides look rickety and all the scummy carnival games that he always wins for a reason and now you have a ton of plushies that you and Hobie have to start giving out to kids bc it definitely won't fit on the motorcycle! Ofc you'll keep a few for the memories 😍

Me too!!! Let's go together! (Watch me hit a mirror so hard that I break it 😂)

[colethewolf]

Peter rides a motorcycle and offers Eli a ride home, but Eli takes advantage of Peter’s leather chaps and fucks the older hale while they ride

This is all by Peter’s design. He’s sneaky that way.

[lulu-spooks]

I don’t think words will ever describe how much I live Chappell roan. Like I listen to her, and I look at her and it feels like I’m looking at an angel. I feel like Moses except instead of a burning bush it’s a 5’2 lesbian in assless chaps riding a motorcycle with her shirt off, flaming red hair cascading down her back. Like if that isn’t divine I don’t know what is. She’s like Jesus to me and I’m not even joking.

[gremlins-hotel]

what is a chap. And why do I have a neanderthalic and very feminine urge to see alfred in them

chaps are leg coverings! they're a belt and leggings pair (shown below) so that they give the wearer some mobility - no seat and no crotch. usually made of leather or a similarly tough material and made to protect the wearer's legs while working or riding a horse, typically the latter, though chaps have seen use outside of horseback duties. the name comes from spanish chaparajos and the thorny chaparral plants which they often protected from.

like most stuff from the american cowboy and horse culture, they most likely originated from southern spain (derived from zahones) and then what would later become mexico (the mexican vaqueros who would train the first generation of american cowboys). the style, color, make, and variation in chaps is wild! there are work ones, fashion ones (what you might see at rodeos), chaps that have been adopted into motorcycle culture, and more.

[lilydasimp]

gojo trong chap mine mine mine thấy cứ hiền khô, hiền hơn geto chap trước. ko biết suzu có thể buff cho anh nhà tàn bạo đụ 24 tiếng đồng hồ 7 ngày 1 tuần được không ạ?

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.

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