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boanerges20 · 1 year ago
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Suzuki GS550 "Night Owl" by Gas & Oil Bespoke Motorcycles
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bruciemilf · 2 years ago
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Just found out there's a bakery near my house called "Harveys bakery and kitchen" and like a prophecy from god, I imediately got mind blasted with the visual image of Harvey dent running a bakery. I don't think there are words that could properly express the emotions I felt, picturing him kneading bread dough.
BAKER HARVEY WITH ARMS THAT COULD BREAK STEEL. Permanently smelling of sugary bread and dough and chocolate.
Dick knows they're not visiting this fancy bakery only because his baby brothers love it and Harvey let's Jason lick the spoon. Not with Bruce always blushing the way he does.
But. It was fun seeing his dad so flustered everytime Harvey mumbled in Italian, and the veins on his muscles bulging while kneading dough.
Especially when he's not in the least bit subtle about it, but both Bruce and Harvey are just too oblivious.
Pray for Bruce. He has the fattest crush on his man, and the worst self esteem imaginable.
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wgottaave · 8 months ago
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"Bouquet" 2019.
Dmitry Nikolaev
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jrgysusobjetos · 1 year ago
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DINO
Aquarelle sur papier 300gr A-3.
B-1123
2023
Disponible en jrg-art.com
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ashmp3 · 1 month ago
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cardigan worn as a top + push up bra
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shimmerbed · 6 months ago
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Follow ig @sean_shimmer
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velovelo · 2 years ago
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greeen-monster · 10 months ago
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Cherry Blossoms Road🌸
Prefectural Route 23. Shiga Prefecture🇯🇵
KZ1000R Eddie Lawson Replica
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aquamarinebling · 2 months ago
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long curly hair will be like “if you don’t keep me in a damp braid for 18 hours straight immediately after washing then i will permanently puff out and dry up like a dying lizard in the sun” like whateverrr man. i could use you for sutures if i needed.
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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 6 months ago
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So on the way to that little spiritualist shop which was only 25 minutes away by bike, Siri made me go through wilderness trails because I had chosen the “less busy roads” route… and I hadn’t anticipated how difficult these trails would be.
First she made me go through ankle-deep swamp water from the rainfall (should’ve anticipated it from the night before but I’m a little dumb like that), then these really tightly-enclosed, tightly-winding, rough, steep, downhill passages which I couldn’t even ride my bike through without breaking my fucking neck. I had to tensely jog/scuttle my bike down these stupidly-dangerous hills on foot, in the middle of a hatch with at least five mosquitos in my face at any given moment. And THEN the path narrowed to two feet wide and went UPHILL at a 60-degree angle. I tried to go up it, but I realized I couldn’t go up any more without falling and sliding down the mini-cliff because of the mud and the fact that I was hauling my bike on foot. But I also couldn’t go down either because the path was two feet wide, muddy, and I couldn’t turn my bike or myself around very easily… so I was kind of stuck there for a bit thinking about how the hell to get down without bathing myself in mud and breaking my neck. And in the meantime the mosquitoes are using my face like it’s a tavern. AND THEN THIS KID AND HIS DAD WALKED BY AND WERE LIKE “HI HOW ARE YA?” ????? I’M FIGHTING FOR MY FUCKING LIFE UP HERE THANKS FOR ASKING.
But of course I said “Good” because I am no delicate little flower; I am a hard ROCK and man/woman enough to handle myself. Toxic masculinity for the win!
So I waited for them to pass so no one would see me eat shit on my bike because I would rather eat shit on my bike than have mosquitoes eat me. Also, it looked like they exited the woods, which is precisely what I wanted to do in that moment. So I very VERY carefully turned myself around and mountain-goat scuttled myself and my bike downhill with the bike backwards, without eating shit.
Anyway once I got the chance to look in a bathroom mirror when I went to the mall after going to the spiritual shop, I realized that I’ve been walking around this whole time looking like I’ve been punched in the eye because of the stupid mosquitoes. And I have work in the morning. Lord have mercy
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boanerges20 · 11 months ago
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Suzuki GS550 "Night Owl" by Gas & Oil Bespoke Motorcycles
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naturalbornworldshakers · 11 months ago
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LIVE CHEAP-- NEVER DIE | THE PHOTOS BEHIND RICHARD ST. CLAIR'S BIKER ART-- JOIN TSY IN NEW HOPE, PA SATURDAY JUNE 17TH 6-9PM
“Beach Run” photograph by Richard St. Clair– Meet the artist Richard St. Clair and see his collection of oil paintings in person at the New Hope, PA TSY shop Saturday June 17th 6-9PM. You’ll see 12 of his original oil paintings alongside his original photography. “Beach Run” original 34″ x 34″ oil painting by the artist Richard St. Clair When I first met Richard St. Clair at his home outside of…
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garslubricantssurat · 1 year ago
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callmeanxietygirl · 2 years ago
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jrgysusobjetos · 1 year ago
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Placa de linóleo grabada y lista para la impresión.
30 copias numeradas y firmadas sobre papel 300grs tamaño A4 a tinta negra.
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ikkaku-of-heart · 2 years ago
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@abyssusinvo​ asked: (Smoker) - He could practically feel the holes her eyes were boring into the back of his head. He'd notice her walk into this mechanics shop but had decidedly chosen not to pursue her. Instead, it seemed her curiosity and itch to learn about his billower bike was doing that job nicely.
"Alright stop with the starin' already! You wanna come check her out or what? I ain't gonna bite."
Unprompted
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Ikkaku had merely stopped into the mechanic shop to pick up some WD40 and check out the new tools for sale. She’d actually ended up staying longer than intended as she found herself admiring some of the vehicles on display. It was rare to see automobiles of any kind outside of Joras, so of course she had to inspect every one of them.
One in particular caught her eye. Well, ear at first, as she heard it purring like a tiger as it idled in the shop, and the moment she saw it, her heart stuttered. Massive, chrome plated, and three-wheeled, she’d never seen anything like it before. It was gorgeous and badass and immediately her hands itched with the urge to open it up and get a good look at what had it running.
Then she caught sight of a familiar open jacket and ripped chest and the scent of cigar smoke finally cut through the thick smell of oil and grease and she froze like a deer in the headlights, eyes locked on a dangerous predator and hoping she hadn’t been noticed. Captain Smoker was a man who would gladly arrest a pirate for daring to even breathe in his direction. She doubted she’d be an exception, even if she was a pretty small fry and wasn’t even doing anything illegal at the moment.
Yet, he did notice her, but to her surprise he didn’t immediately encase her in smoke. In fact, he invited her to come take a closer look at his magnificent bike. 
This had to be a trap. There was no way it wasn't a trap, right? Smoker wouldn't let Ikkaku, a pirate, so close to his precious bike any more than she'd let him near the Tang. She should run. She should run as fast and as far as she could before she ended up in jail, likely used as bait for her captain.
And yet his offer called to her like a Siren song. One she hesitantly justified giving into because Law was lurking in one of the nearby shops and would likely come running if he sensed something off.
So she quite literally ran over to inspect the billower bike, greedily taking in every inch of it, rapid-fire questions spilling out of her mouth as she geeked out over the craftsmanship.
"How fast can she go? What's her horsepower? Is she solely powered by your smoke or does she have an alternative fuel source? Who built her? Was she made custom for you?"
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