#professional skateboarder

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Steve Caballero

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

A GREAT FRIEND OF THE LATE, GREAT LEMMY KILMISTER -- MOTÖRMANIAC MEETS PRO SKATER.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on English professional skateboarder Geoff Rowley (b. 1976), photographed in a MOTÖRHEAD Snaggletooth T-shirt, skating somewhere in Southern California, c. early January 2024. 📸: @matt_fookes_photo.

@vansskate

@yeti

@officialmotorhead

Source: www.pixwox.com/post/6859574038476610572223.

[notbxnny]

his fuckass bob.

[knivestothroats]

there's a photo on the internet of someone sitting on stone steps with their hands wrapped up and bleeding and usually the head is cropped out but one time i saw it uncropped and did a double take because it was my cousin. i have seen this photo many times on aesthetic blogs and pinterest, and one of these days it's going to circulate whump tumblr i just know it. i'm waiting for the day. but i can't reblog it myself it has to be organic.

[slashdementia7734]

[ripep]

FIVE PACK

[middleschoolfursona]

i like your art style a lot–have you always drawn this way, or is it something u developed over time? do u have any tips for drawing in the general sparklecat/old internet art style or similar?

1. Thank uuuuu <3

2. Under cut ⬇️

It's a mix of both- my current sort of diary art/stress relief/ wholesome style is a replication of my elementary school art style! (Like 5th grade, not 2nd lol. I was still drawing stick guys blowing up zombies with tanks and crap back then)

Otherwise, my other styles are style emulations, essentally!

I'll break it down rq:

Mostly based off my own childhood art:

Natural progression of my art as I grew up:

Style "emulation" (le me making an amalgamation of liek 20000 old deviantart artists into one image)

Most of the sparklecat and scenedog art I draw like the above, is inspired by the works I stockpile from deviantart deep dives, and archive blogs. They're not emulations of one style, but multiple styles, taking parts I like or think are the most 'authentic'- essentially, I do what your young brain would have done without thinking, but I have to do it on purpose haha

My tip: while practicing, I'd say absolutely do studies of peoples entire DA galleries and figure out what works best for you.

Above all else I can't say anything else but like. Age regress lmao. If you can't do that, just do everything you can otherwise to put yourself in the headspace of the art you're emulating.

Put on old Amnesia playthroughs on YouTube, listen to Yaoi Nightcore playlists, edgy scourge AMVs, Naruto YTP, the whole Twilight movie- really whatever you listened to back in the day. Put that back on in the BG. Open current MsPaint or your preferred emulation of old MsPaint, or a free art software like medibang. (Don't download cool brushes. Work with Pen 1 and Airbrush or whatever.)

Use references of the era you want to emulate and use only those. Take all your current knowledge of art and BIN IT. The #1 problem in most emulation art even I have a really, really hard time with- is your stuff looking too modern because your art style is modern. Your tools are modern. Your mindset is modern. It will make your art look uncanny.

Don't try hard. It's really temping to draw the most rawrxd scenecore webcore hot topic revival 100 gecs whatever, I get that I guess- but it won't look like it's from the era. It's really hard to get x3randum ☆~ iTs rAinIng TACOOZZZZZZ ~☆ humor right, so don't try it for your first and submerge yourself in the era first. Tryhard sparkles are a real issue and you risk making your art look like it's snark.

Small canvases and or destroy your image quality. I don't do this as much as I should but it definitely adds to the look LULs

I will say, I have no idea otherwise because I come from a very privileged background when it comes to style emulation which is that I grew up planning to be an animator and thus, in my critical years, I was basically 100% drive on the ability to draw characters in many styles, on model. If you don't have this skill, it'll be a lot harder I'm sure.

Use your non dominant hand for especially young looking art. (If you have one. If not... uh... try your mouth?) (~that's what she said~)

(I mean. If you're *going for* the look of 'yes it's 2023 yes I'm bringing back this' go ahead, it just won't look genuine in the slightest and I am someone who's art journey is about doing all I can to emulate authenticity. Just adding this because I know a lot of people are! Go make that modern sparkledog eyeburner mary sue antisnark! It's just not my cup of tea. And I can't really give any pointers kthxbai)

[fullsaw]

Thx for the tag!! :]

"spike jonze"

Love that man and was explaining who he was to someone (ex-husband of sofia coppola, jackass member, directed her and music videos for björk and daft punk; heavy encourage flicking through his Wikipedia)

tagging: @stinkyhyena9000 @scn-thedog @selfshipper-ihardlyknowher @hoperays-song + anyone who wants to join :D

last google search, go

um. Tag four people.

what do they make sewer tunnels out of

@ncc1701ohno @affixjoy @the-magpieprince @twinkboimler

[peachzffs]

Me when boys at the skate park actually apologise for snakeing me and messing up my trick instead of just ignoring me or blaming me.

[tneskateboard7]

Skateboarding land professional longboard

[wall-maria-around-ba-sing-se]

Minor pet peeve:

when someone on the internet translates a line from a (usually) Japanese video game into English themselves and compares it to the official translation and it starts getting passed around a fandom as a “translation error fun fact” a la:

“Fun fact: in the official translation, Character says [THING] but in the original script they actually said [THE SAME THING JUST WORDED A LITTLE DIFFERENTLY, USUALLY MORE STIFFLY]”

[punkxhazard]

Silver soul, silver skater 🛹. Also found this while I was out a couple days ago, I wonder if it’s a sign¿

[starhrtz]

NOW PLAYING . . . SUPERPOWERS

summary : a skater completely smitten by a street guitarist.

characters : skater! kinich, guitarist! gn reader, skater! mualani

note : hi gang im back again after 5 monthz, might do a heizou or akito shinonome ver

skater! Kinich who is known as a skate prodigy in the skate scene at the park you would always perform at.

skater! kinich who'd always push his limits with tricks no one else dares to try, and he’s rarely seen without his skateboard.

skater! kinich seen as professional had one weakness, you. somehow, whenever he sees you nearby, it seemed like he forgot how to skate at all.

❝ IT'S CRAZY TO SAY THIS BUT YOU ARE THE GREATEST. ❞

skater! Kinich who would start timing his daily skate routes to pass by the spots where you're usually playing. He pretends it’s a coincidence whenever he shows up, but it’s obvious he’s there to hear you perform.

skater kinich! who would follow your socials and find out if you're going to be at a specific place for a gig, he’ll be there early, even if he has to skate across town. He’ll sit on his board, leaning back with his usual calm expression but hiding how much he’s enjoying listening to you or even just seeing you.

Skater! Kinich who'd think you would probably never notice him since he can't seem to gather the courage to approach you. Not like he didn't try, after your shows he would always try and approach you but would always get pushed by your fans.

skater! Kinich who'd start daydreaming about what it would be like to impress you with his skating skills, maybe even doing a few tricks in sync with their music or perhaps you just looking at him astonished with those pretty eyes he could get lost in.

skater! kinich who would eventually try skating in front of you and pulling off his best tricks, hoping it’ll make you smile or give him a little applause yet much to his dismay you seem much more focus on your performance.

skater! kinich who was dragged by mualani to interact with you after she caught his gaze lingering on you far too long and whenever they hang out to skate, you're always somewhere nearby.

skater! mualani who decided to become cupid as she set up a plan for both of you to interact more.

skater! mualani who easily befriended you and asked you if you wanted any skating lessons, telling you you'd be in good hands with a rather... Excited grin on her face? You reluctantly agreed as she bounced around from joy.

❝I'LL INTRODUCE YOU TO HIM RIGHT NOW!❞

skater! kinich who's heart nearly exploded when he hears that your the one he'd be teaching on how to skate but he masked it quite well.

skater! kinich heart pounds every time he has to help you balance or hold your hand for support. He’s careful not to make it obvious, but his cheeks betray him with a soft blush he can’t quite hide no matter how hard he tries.

skater! kinich can’t believe he’s actually teaching you to skate. He’s barely holding it together, trying to keep his usual calm attitude, but his heart is racing. He casually says, “Don’t worry, I’ve taught plenty of people to skate,” even though he’s never felt this nervous about showing someone the basics.

skater! kinich starts by showing them how to stand on the board, giving a few tips on balance. When you wobble abit, you instinctively reaching out to grab his arm for support. Kinich stiffens for a second, then quickly relaxes, hoping they don’t notice the slight blush rising on his cheeks and heart rate increasing.

skater! kinich who can't help but get lost in your eyes when you look at him for reassurance, feeling a rush of emotions he’s not used to. He manages to keep his cool, but his heart is pounding.

skater! kinich who would try and confess his feelings for you after a while.

skater! kinich keeps himself busy practicing tricks to calm his nerves. He tries to focus, but he’s so jittery that he almost falls on some of his simplest moves. He’s more nervous than he’s ever been, and he can’t stop rehearsing what he’s going to say in his head.

skater! kinich who's so lost in thought that he doesn’t even notice when you arrive—until you called out to him. His heart skips a beat, and he has to take a deep breath to steady himself.

skater! kinich who'd starts with a casual line, trying to play it cool. But the moment he starts speaking, he realizes he can’t stick to a script. Instead, he just lets the words flow out.

“You know, I’ve been wanting to tell you something,” he begins, trying to control his beating. “Being around you… it’s different. Good different. You make me feel like I can do anything, and I… I just really like you.”

skater! kinich who hopes you like him back.

[persimnon-might-move]

I havent seen this idea before, but yall should totally put some more personality in the skateboards !!

Its like, one of the main focuses in the movie. AND it's fun >< !!

Heres to Max's crusty 4-year old sticker board barely holding it's resin together, and Bradley's pompus professionally-custom made rolling sponsor.

[sashiavi]

✧˚·.SashiAvi's Kinktober Day Two.·˚✧

#2|Cunnilingus|#2

Harvey x Reader - Word Count - 2.1k

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Harvey was the face of professionalism. Honestly. His portrait would be plastered right next to the word in the dictionary if such a thing were possible. Always greeting his patients with a caring smile, a sympathetic tilt of his head and a soft hum from his throat as he listened to their queries.

He was nothing but reliable - He thought so at least - Performing his duties with the utmost patience. Slowly, purposely, with care and attention, dexterous in his movements performing the things he needed to do swiftly, oozing with easy confidence.

A pen click and a scribbled prescription here, a routine check-up there, a steady hand applying sticky butterfly stitches to poor Sam after another minor skateboarding mishap.

The clinic was a special thing, a space for him to rule over. A place where he was fully in control, in charge with the unique knowledge only he had access to thanks to his years of dedication - It had him overseeing his little pocket of town. The man had a sense of responsibility, with a multitude of things to stress and worry about, day in the moment he opened up those doors and day out when he finally said goodnight. From the early hours of the morning to when the sun finally sets itself over the horizon, Harvey was relied on, depended upon, really, by the townsfolk.

When the clinic finally closes up for General Practices, when those fluorescent lights flicker off and plunge the corridors into darkness, his duty for the day is over.

And so is Harvey’s strong, confident mark of control.

“Hi..” It's a simple word, soft and breathed through a sheepish laugh, the air from the sound brushing over the tender inner of your thighs and the decadent sweetness between them. Saliva pools under Harvey’s tongue, coating over his molars when he makes an effort to swallow it down. He looks at you, from down there, sitting neatly on the floor in between your legs while you half-sit before him, legs spread and body laid back, a hand cupping at his warm, flushed face.

”Hi,” You murmur back, a little quip of the corner of your lip twitching up in a soft smile, your gaze nothing but love-filled looking down back at him. Words were unnecessary. You both knew more than well what Harvey needed in these kinds of moments.

You can’t help but thread your fingers through the soft, grey-stricken brown curls of his hair, pulling away the locks that framed those darling, richly chocolate eyes. Harvey was looking up at you, from behind his neat brows, crinkled upward in a loving gaze. Yoba, that expression, he looked as if he were an eager little puppy, with a dazzly sparkle glinting in his pupils. His glasses teeter on an angle, pressed up with the scrunch of his nose, looking deliciously dishevelled and unkempt - By his own standards anyway - Tie loose, buttons undone on his dress shirt, hairs on his chest sweat stuck and exposed to the warm, dim light of the room.

He can’t help the soft, creaky whine of a groan that bubbled its way up his throat, the noise cut down into a muffle as his lips latch to the puffy bud of your clit with a wet kiss. His lips purse with the action, his wettening moustache tickling against his nose, prickly in the best kind of way, a brilliant roughness on your supple, sensitive spot. The man lets himself sigh into your wetness, lips parting just enough for his breath to billow a warmth against you. Harvey is quick to suck the air right back in through his nose, giving your cunt a shameless huff, inhaling the sticky-sweet essence dribbling for him. He can’t help himself, taking his helping of the drooly little thing he had the privilege of indulging in. 

This was perfect.

Absolutely perfect. The number one thing that Harvey needed right now; no paperwork, no blinding hospital lights, no attitude from his patients, no bumps or scrapes or bruises- Just you and him. 

Just Harvey face deep into the sweetness of your supple cunt, worshipping his tongue through your slicked-up folds, slathered in cream and spit. This was the dream, brain flickered off for the evening, lights dimmed and thoughts swept away from the forefront of his mind - His only focus being the sweet little bud of your clit, tangy on his tongue with each licking flick, so pretty and perfect for him to kiss and love on. 

He feels your hands move, fingers coming away from twisting through his hair, opting to carefully drag your finger pads down the curved bridge of his nose. Harvey’s fluttered eyes blink open, feeling the weighty frame of his glasses being lifted off of his face, pinched between your fingers. The reveal of his bare face has the man smiling a grin into your cunt, crows feet creasing by his eyes, thick brows finally on show as they pitch up with his loving gaze. His dark lashes accentuate those milky chocolate pools, the lack of a frame over the bridge of his broad nose now giving him extra special access.

“Mmmph.. So lovely…” Harvey lets himself breathe, warm against the heat of your core, a soft praise with a double meaning, so lovely for looking after him like that, so lovely for letting him devour your pretty, supple little cunt. So lovely for allowing the stringent man to wind down and indulge. He’s patient for the moment, letting you set the delicate frames of his glasses aside before those lovely fingers brush their way through his curls once more, twirling his hair so careful and gentle. Something he probably wasn't going to be by the end of the evening. 

It's like a switch is flicked, passionate and needy, diving into the folds of your cunt when that nose nuzzles into your clit, Harvey completely uncaring that his face was going to be all wet and sticky. The man was unminded at the wet stick of his moustache glossed and glued against his upper lip, all in favour of licking and lapping, sinking into the delicious depths of your cunt, daring to smush his face right into your folds. Any and all groans and breathless, crackled praises are lost in your core, lips squished into you as Harvey’s tongue flutters against your weepy hole. Those eyes close again, brow twitching with a needy expression, creased up and looking so sweet.

“H-Harvey~” Your voice only spurs on his mouth, guiding him along, that tone on the tip of your tongue making the man nearly beg to get lost in you.

His hand comes up, darling light olive skin looking beautifully warm in the evening lamplight, fingers long and dexterous as they splay lovingly over your lower tummy. He rubs a soft caress, fingers flattening to pet and soothe, the length of his thumb easily stretching out to circle slow, precise massages against your clit. You feel him smile into your folds, breaking the suckling licks for just a moment to appreciate the noises he pulls out of you. It's barely seconds before he dives back in, lips pursed and squished as his tongue fucks in and out of your sweetness, the tip of his nose crinkled with the passionate press of his lips. That thumb of his keeps up a steady pace, practised and all-knowing, rub, rub, rub, bumping your twitchy little bead into his nose while his tongue laps up all the gushy sweetness you had for him.

Harvey didn’t have to think hard about pleasuring you. The man follows his heart and the hard swell of his arousal, his body moving on autopilot as his brain switches off and turns to mush. Ohh.. You were so kind to him, carding those fingers through his hair, twisting the strands until they stung with the pull on his scalp, urging those brown, puppy-dog eyes to flick up- Oh so bleary and pretty, washed over with a soft dribble of tears bubbling at the corners.

His Adam's apple bobs with a thick swallow of cream and saliva, soft sounds muffled and breathless, choked on your taste, tongue drooly and eager to sink into the weepy depths of your pussy. Despite the aches, the kink in his neck, the sting of his wet, velvety muscle used to tongue fuck into you, the poor creaking spike in his knees- Harvey is uncaring of it all.

He's uncaring of the harsh, Yoba, it feels near bruising he’s sure, that strain of his cock pressing flush into the seam of his pants, the smooth velvet of his dick surely oozing a mess into his underwear. Pulsing, weeping, flexing with his pulse, all the blood that was supposed to be swirling in his head all gushing down into the pudge of his tip. He could hump, crane his poor hips and let his cock head graze that thin seam, get off on gravity alone- But God how could he? The stingy squish of his tip in his trousers was nothing in comparison to the decadent mess on his face, he’d rather drown in your wetness, and ignore the world. All in favour of fucking his tongue into your supple, clenchy hole.

“Harv’.. H-Honey~…” Your voice strains in his ears, past the dull ringing, the thick fog that had clouded up his mind. The Doctor muffles the sweetest little sound of acknowledgement, a wetly slurred “Mmhmphh..?” desperate to stay pressed into your core, just wanting to give.

So wet and absolutely messy- Juicy sounds of your slick and his tongue, mingling together to create the most obtusely vulgar noises. And married with those constant whines? The supple tension squeezing around your throat with each soft call of his name, every breathless mewl and soft-spoken swear? How could he pull away?

“Right there… that's it- don't stop, please don't stop-” Yoba, as if he could.

Right there. He’s right there just for you. Thumb turning into a quick and flicking rub, back and forth, back and forth, back n’ forth, backnforth! Wearing out his hand, feeling the cramp in his palm, determined to see through to the promising rush of your cumming cunt, squeezing and fluttering on his tongue. He doesn’t stop the moans, each breath of his he dares to take coming out with a tinge of his voice, appreciative and lulling, the noise cut with the pattern of his tongue appreciating your core. 

“Ohhh Yoba-!” Your hips crane and hump into his face, practically riding his nose, fucking back on his tongue- He takes it. Takes the rub of your cunt, chasing you with his tongue every pull back of your hips followed by a loud, suckling purse of his lips. His own name tumbles off your lips, “Harvey, H-Harvey~” Strung together and babbled out, hiccuped and jutting up higher and higher in tone until your throat lets you cry.

Your lovely voice announces your release, a choked-up “Cumming-!” squeaked from your throat while your fingers twisted into his hair. You sob, you keen, pulling him impossibly further into your folds while his eager tongue works you through.

He moans out with you when the first dribble of your arousal dares to squirt all over his chin, throat groaning a guttural sound, eager to drink everything you had for him right up. You don’t stop chanting his name, strung together in an eager babble, both hot with embarrassment as the gush on his tongue and twisted in sweet, erotic agony. Harvey wears the plush inner of your thighs on his ears, cheeks squished with the desperate snap of your legs attempting to press together in the heat of your orgasm- Yoba how it only makes him fall harder.

He was indulging in the decadent fruit of his labour. So syrupy and wet, tongue slurping against the juicy clench of your cunt while you squirt in his mouth, down his chin, making a hot and sticky-sweet mess just for him.

The man whimpers, a loving little pathetic noise, breathing in your essence, swallowing it down on his tongue, blindly kissing, nuzzling, mouthing around your folds and clit, doing his very best to milk your pleasure for as long as he can. So giving and polite, not a single hump of his hips or even a knuckle grazed to the swelling in his pants.

Just pure, unadulterated indulgence. Messy, greedy, giving up the majority of control to you. Letting the calculative part of his brain switch off in favour of slurping and suckling to his heart's content- Disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, blurred eyes blinked closed with bubbles of tears leaking down his cheeks, messy moustache glossed to his upper lip, the collar of his shirt drooping down one of his shoulders.

He left that face of professionalism back at the front door. 

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[robintherobiner]

What would the Wayne Family and the Bat Family post tiktok

Bruce: videos of him buying new outfits with the material girl sound over it because, according to one post, 'his kids said it was funny and he liked seeing them smile'. on his official account though (the wayne enterprises one) his 'social media manager' posts clips from interviews and soundbites.

Batman: does not have a tiktok.

Dick: posts videos of him either doing gymnastics or of him hanging out with his siblings. Most of the time he is throwing up a peace sign and then Tim and Damian are wrestling in the background and he captions it something along the lines of 'brothers drawing blood in Blud!'

Nightwing: posts videos of short self defense tips/poses, regularly collabs with Red Hood. (not that Jason knows this, Dick just sets up a camera and then goes and bothers his brother until he tries to punch him so he can teach people to block)

Barbara: Posts videos talking about accessibility (both whats available and what should be put in place). if one of the wayne's annoy her, she also will post a compilation of them doing something silly like tripping over thin air or being caught using a hairbrush as a microphone)

Oracle: posts clips of people doing non violent crimes (faces blurred out ofc) with the caption "the eye in the sky sees you, dumbass." because why would you try ack a car on a street with three non-hidden cameras

Jason: doesn't post. anymore. does have an account from when he was a teenager where it's just him doing sped up acting videos to sounds. he has tried to log in to take it down but Bruce changed the password. Brucie regularly comments on different videos like "my baby was such a star... rip sweetie 🕊️🕊️🕊️" and its Jason lip-syncing to fucking Justin Bieber or something

Red Hood: posts videos shitting on Batman. the comments were full of people saying "daddy issues" or "i wanna be a dealer just so you can shoot me babygirl" so he turned them off. sometimes someone (tim) turns them back on and Jason gets bombarded with "BRO IS SERVING CUNT"

Cassandra: posts videos of her doing ballet, or of her showing off her strength. Not on purpose though, she thinks its fun to post videos of her teasing her brothers and the comments are like "WHY DID SHE JUST PICK UP DICK GRAYSON WITHOUT EVEN BREAKING A SWEAT WHAT"

Orphan: has a shared account with Batgirl, but she doesn't post on it, just sort of stands in the background as Steph makes funny videos.

Stephanie: enjoys posting videos pretending to be dating both Tim and Cass because she thinks its funny when the internet call her a gold digger and cheater. Bernard (after going public with Tim) occasionally fuels the fire by commenting "lmao get ur bag girl" under a video of her dragging Tim to a resturant

Batgirl: posts videos of her making fun of rogues, and on her shared account with Cass, just joins in on trends but obviously mixing it to fit her (aka: "when Batman lectures you for breaking a criminals leg but your literally just a teenage girl")

Timothy: like Bruce, he has two accounts. One is professional, with him promoting Wayne Enterprises products or whatever. Second one is full of him doing wild shit like skateboarding down the manor stairs or him trying to confuse Bruce with cringey slang. his most popular video though, is of him using the Nepo Baby sound by Fox SZN

Red Robin: posts slideshows of pictures of Gotham. All very aesthetic ones, of good architecture and people laughing together and shit. His bio is "showing you guy why I do what I do." His account is very artsy fartsy but he also was the first batfamily member to get verified

Duke: doesn't post, just likes videos.

Signal: posts videos of him trying to scare the other vigilantes, cuz, yknow, he can go invisible. tell me you wouldn't do that either if you could be invisible. exactly, you can't. He also makes videos about how hard it is to be a teen vigilante.

Damian: videos of his pets doing tricks. also regularly stitches Tim's videos and just deadass insults him. Tim always comments on his stitches with just a singular emoji because he found out it pisses Damian off more when he doesn't have a big reaction

Robin: posts about resources for gothamites. also has a shared account with Superboy (Jon) where they try and sneak up on both Superman and Batman. They have yet to succeed on either one.