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Continental Club. So Congress Ave. Saturday Night Line Up. Aug 10, 2024.
#continental club austin#So Congress Ave#So Austin#vintage cars#custom cars#antique cars#american cars#classic cars#old cars#39 Mercury Conv#kustom#kustom kulture#praise the lowered#los cochinos cc#loscochinos#taildragger#the jade idol#Last Farewell#49 51 mercury#beatniks#beatniks cc#Kontinentals CC#Kontinentals#south austin
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We’re Harkonnens. So this is how we’ll survive. By being Harkonnens.
#paul atreides#timothée chalamet#feydpaul#feyd rautha harkonnen#austin bulter#PARALLELS#dune#dune part 2#duneedit#my edit#filmedit#junkfooddaily#userstream#usersavana#usergal#usersmaya#userquel#userkristen#tuserlari#I love these shots and the way they parallel each other so much#the same wide confident gait#the knives in their hands as they stalk towards their prey#and not just any prey#each other's family members#even the trailing bits of cloth are remarkably similar#I tried so hard to get the gifs to perfectly sync up but their gaits are just SLIGHTLY off
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what is in the american air that is making them say crazy shit like this (not that i‘m complaining)
#full credit to the people who‘s tweets i used#if they are yours please yell at me in a comment so i can tag you!!!#formula one#formula 1#f1#oscar piastri#franco colapinto#max verstappen#liam lawson#fernando alonso#cota 2024#us gp 2024#austin gp 2024
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paul: mansplain, manipulate, manslaughter feyd: hot damn
#*my gifs#dune#dune part 2#dune spoilers#duneedit#feyd rautha#paul atreides#feyd x paul#austin butler#timothée chalamet#i do not like how this looks (rip my ps skills) but i had to lol#this is probably the worst thing i ever tried to colour and i come from kpop stage giffing im so sorry
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WOAH these Barbie Movie fan arts are so cute!!! 💖💖 credits to the original artist ✨
#fanart#fan art#female artists#aspiring tattoo artist#austin tx#digital art#tattoo ideas#digital illustration#tattoos#cute tattoos#tattoo design#tattoo artwork#barbie#barbie movie#I’m just Ken#Ken#tattoo flash#barbie fanart#barbie fandom#Barbie cowgirl#cowgirl#pink#cute art#cute#so cute#horses#flower
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charles: are you okay?😄
max: *giggles* yeah 😁😁
no sir i’m not okay !!!
#lestappen podium#finally#i’m not okay#i missed so much lestappen podiums#we are so back#lestappen#charles leclerc#formula 1#max verstappen#f1#austin gp 2024
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omg thats so sad but also sweet? 😭 poor baby...and interviewer asking him if hes okay... ☹️☹️
#so relatable because i also cry when I'm so overwhelmed ☹️☹️#he's just a little guy#george russell#austin gp 2024
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sometimes a song is good because you saw it on a fan edit for your favorite ship like ten years ago
#here let me give you some examples#angel with a shotgun for destiel#dark horse for sterek#brother (by. matt corby) for stucky#armor (by. landon austin) for bellarke#war of hearts for malec#so so many yk??????#i cannot listen to those songs without thinking of a specific vid for them yk#maya talks
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"What's your love language?" x
#austin butler#the bikeriders#(if ur hyperfixation doesn't make you dust off ps after 10 years of not using it. is it really a hyperfixation worth having tbh)#also melia <3 this is all because of you <3 so i'm dedicating my first gifset back to you <3 <3 <3#my gifs
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Feyd Rautha. He's Psychotic.
DUNE: PART TWO (2024) Dir. Denis Villeneuve
#feyd rautha#austin butler#abutleredit#dune#dune: part two#duneedit#feyd rautha harkonnen#*#so hot#like that body#wish we got to see that ass
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A 51 Merc and a 39 Lincoln pull up at a bar…
#classic car#vintage cars#custom car#antique car#antique cars#custom cars#american cars#old cars#classic cars#kustom kulture#kustom#praise the lowered#los cochinos cc#loscochinos#taildragger#beatniks#beatniks cc#49 51 mercury#39 zephyr coupe#39zephyr#39 lincoln#51 Merc#c boys heart and soul#so Austin#So Congress#lincolnzephyr#lincoln zephyr
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#feydpaul#paul atreides#feyd rautha harkonnen#chani#timothée chalamet#austin butler#zendaya#dune#dune part 2#duneedit#my edit#filmedit#junkfooddaily#userquel#userkristen#usersavana#usergal#tuserlari#usersmaya#live reaction meme#I swear this is the exact sequence of shots#there was no reason for this scene to be so homoerotic#I know this is an outdated meme but I couldn't help myself#chani's reaction is so funny out of context#she looks like she's about to watch her boyfriend get dicked down in front of god and everyone
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No matter who you support - at one point of the season, at some point in time- you've wanted Fernando Alonso skinned and rolled in salt for something he said or done and then probably 2 weeks later you realise TO YOUR HORROR that you're grudgingly aligned with Fernando Alonso and he is infact now your comrade against a common enemy. This is literally the essence of the human experience. Fernando is our common ground.
#fernando is the common ground#hes making me laugh so HARD this weekend djskskskai#f1#fernando alonso#formula 1#austin gp 2024#us gp 2024
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Little Bunny (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)
First time writing fanfic in years but what can I say? I see Austin Butler smoking a cigarette and giving Bedroom Eyes™️ and I'm suddenly a poet. Enjoy!
Part 2 here
Word Count- 2.7k+
Summary- Being surrounded by loud motorcycles, drunk bikers and hungry eyes was not something you'd ever experienced before. Neither was the intense blue gaze of a certain blonde biker.
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You didn’t belong here. That much was obvious. You in your white dress blowing softly around your thighs from the summer’s evening breeze. You in your kitten heels sinking into the mud beneath you. You . . . holding your Tupperware filled with homemade cookies. You felt the eyes of just about every person there burning into you as you walked across the grassy field, trailing slightly behind your friend as she made her way to the picnic benches in the center of what looked to be a makeshift race track.
This is not at all what you pictured when Kathy had told you last night about a cookout and race she was going to. She had said that it was hosted by one of her friends in a club and that you should come to. You were just going to gently shoot her proposition down, but with one of your New Year's Resolutions being to push yourself to be more outgoing and attempt to break the shy vice that often gripped you tight, you reluctantly agreed. In a pathetic attempt to get the nerves to go away, you were up all night baking, something you found to be therapeutic as it gave your hands a task other than nervously tapping on something. Kathy didn’t specify what kind of club she was in, but she was always friendly and outgoing so you really had no idea what to expect, going in blind. When she made a comment about your choice of heels for the environment, you raised a brow, offering to run back inside to change.
“Don’t worry about it,” she had said as she grinned at you from behind the wheel. “I think the club is goin’ ta love you.”
Standing here now . . . you would have never guessed this was the kind of club she was a part of. Sure, you noticed how her clothing changed some and she smoked a lot more, but seeing her interact with these bikers was shocking. She was like a different person. No, not different. She was still the same Kathy you had been friends with since 8th grade. She was just more confident now.
“Hey, who’s your new friend, Kathy?” someone called from your left. You glanced over at the many sets of hungry eyes that raked over your body as if they were a pack of wild dogs and you were a small rabbit. Your eyes widened as you looked to your other side to find a crowd gathered there too. “Introduce me to your little friend.”
“Fuck off, Richie,” Kathy called out nonchalantly, not even sparing them a look. You quickened your pace to be right on her heels, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the possibility of being left alone to these people.
“Kathy, I–I don’t think I should be here,” you whispered but if she heard your words, she ignored them. “When you said club, I was expecting a–a book club or something. . .”
“Don’t be silly.” She glanced at you over her shoulder, a smirk capturing her features. “I didn’t think I belonged neither, but look at me now. ’Sides, this club is way more fun than books, trust me.”
Before you could protest anymore, she led you to a table and you nearly collided into her when she stopped abruptly, your eyes still jumping around to the leather jackets and grime covered faces. You move to stand beside her, attempting to grab her arm and signal that you wanted to leave but she didn’t meet your gaze. Instead, she pointed a finger at the man sitting in the middle, legs spread leisurely, cigarette hanging from his mouth.
“This is Johnny, he runs this club,” she introduced, moving along down the line. “That’s Brucie and his wife Gail. This big dumb idiot is Cockroach.” He throws a beer cap at her but she ducks out of the way. “That’s Cal and Corky behind them. . .”
With each member she introduced, you felt your courage sinking further and further into the ground. They each (including the woman) had an air of intimidation that screamed don’t fuck with me. Their leather jackets and ripped jeans hardened their appearances and you felt extremely out of place with your perfectly curled hair and manicured nails. They looked like people your parents had warned you to stay away from your entire youth. Growing up with difficulty making friends has left you somewhat naive and you’d never been around a crowd like this. Yet suddenly, here you were, a helpless gazelle tossed directly into the lion’s den. Your heart pounded in your chest and you’re sure every person here can hear it echoing off the metal bikes surrounding you.
“. . . and that’s Benny,” she finished and nodded in the direction of the person on the furthest left. Your eyes travelled up his long legs which are stretched out over the seat, up to where he’s sitting on the table. Your gaze lingered for a moment over the cigarette smoke pluming from between his lips before finally locking with his, and it took your breath away. It was like all the boys you had ever known in life, the ones you had been out on boring dates with, were just that – boys. This was a man. That was evident in his furrowed brow, his dark and unreadable expression, the way his piercing gaze moved from your face down to your toes and back up again. Trouble, his aura screamed, run far away from me. And you desperately want to grab Kathy’s arm and beg her to take you home, but she’s already moved away, making her way over to a cooler of beers, leaving you standing before them like an offering. You think maybe she had asked you if you wanted one before she left, but it’s hard to hear anything over the pounding of your heart in your ears, and even harder to focus on anything besides not breaking the intense eye contact the blonde in front of you was maintaining.
“Whatcha got there?” someone from the table in front of you asked and you blinked, snapping back into the present.
Benny had never seen anything like you. He watched from his seat atop the table as you blinked down at your pink Tupperware bowl. You looked like a doll freshly plucked straight from the box, every hair perfectly in place and not a speck on your pretty dress. The thought of running his hand up your thigh and dipping beneath the hem of that pristine dress, leaving a smudged trail of grease along your clean skin corrupted his mind, setting his teeth on edge with desire. The sun was just beginning to set over your left shoulder casted you in a warm glow that seemed almost ethereal, a picture of innocence and unspoiled charm. Your eyes, almost comically wide, glanced back up to him only for a second before moving to the others to find the owner of that previous question.
“Cookies,” you said so softly that Benny could barely hear you from where he was. And he knew then and there that he was a goner.
The familiar pop of a motorcycle backfiring echoed through the air and you practically jumped out of your skin at the sound. You were just a little bunny, he mused, a smirk pulling at his lips. In one smooth motion, he pushed himself off the table, flicking the rest of his cigarette butt to the ground and stood to his full height. Driven by a fervor burning deep in his belly, it only took him a few strides before he stood in front of you, close enough to smell the sweet perfume you were wearing, close enough to see the blush tinting your face, close enough to touch you.
“What kind of cookies?” he asked in a low voice, hoping not to scare away this little bunny.
You glanced over your shoulder towards the parked cars and, for a moment, Benny thought you might try to book it, but then you moved your chin back and suddenly you were gracing him with your beautiful gaze again. He noticed the slight tremble of your slim fingers as they removed the lid and held the bowl out in an offer. In that moment, the air seemed to crackle with an unspoken connection, a promise of worlds colliding. No, he’d never seen anything like you.
“They’re chocolate chip,” you replied, eyes fluttering to the middle of his chest to avoid eye-contact.
He lifted a hand slowly, dipping his head in an attempt to catch your eyes once more. He waited patiently until your gaze fluttered back up to meet his before he raised a brow in question. You gave just the slightest nod, and he dipped his hand into the bowl, retrieving one of your cookies.
You were locked into place, knees weak and head swimming as you watched him bring your cookie up to his lips. You wanted to look away, hell, you wanted to run away. But you couldn’t. You were drowning in his ocean eyes, unable to breathe as he bit into the cookie. Your gaze dropped briefly to his mouth as he swiped at it with the back on his hand, the muscles of his forearm flexing beneath tanned skin.
“Take her for a ride, Benny!” someone shouted from behind him and you suddenly remembered the rest of the group.
“Show her how to ride, Benny!” More egging. You took a hesitant step back, holding the bowl to your chest as if it would somehow deflect their teasing. You peeked around Benny trying to get Kathy’s attention, but she’s already sat down at another table, conversing with a small group of women. The women looked just as mean and tough as the men and you swallowed the lump forming in your throat. You take another step backwards. This was a mistake. You should have never come here. You needed to go home. These people – these animals – would eat you alive. The idea of just walking home crossed your mind briefly. But you were miles from your house, and you weren’t exactly sure where you even were – some farmhouse out on the other side of town. You needed to get Kathy aside to ask her to drive you home.
“You ever been on a motorcycle before, Little Bunny?” Benny asked you, his voice hushed and almost drowned out by the razzing from behind him.
Your brow furrowed at the nickname. Was he making fun of you? Daring to look into his ruggedly handsome face again, you attempted to read his expression for any signs of malice. Surprised to find something kind swirling in his eyes, your lips parted to say something, but the words were stuck in your throat. “Mm-mm,”
He flashed a glimpse of his white teeth with a secretive smile as he took a step closer. “Can I be your first?”
“What?” Suddenly your mouth felt as though it were filled with cotton.
He nodded over at the lineup of motorcycles to your left and waited for his question to fully sink in. You tilted your head, wondering if the double inuendo was intentional or if everything that came out of his mouth dripped with an underlying sensuality.
Trouble, trouble, trouble. That word rang out in your head like a siren, attempting to warn you and that’s when you realized that there wasn’t an ocean in his eyes. It was a blazing fire. There was a fire in his eyes and it threatened to burn every complacently comfortable thing inside you, threatened to burn every perfectly built wall surrounding your heart.
You shook your head. “No, thank you. I don’t like going fast and I know that’s what you . . . bikers do.”
Was that a polite response? You weren’t sure because the smile on his face grew despite the fact that you just declined his offer. Any time you’ve ever rejected a man’s offer, they’d frown, grumble under their breath and walk away. But this man — Benny— just stood there, sliding his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket, tilting his head slightly as he stared down at you with a smile. He was confusing!
“Excuse me,” you muttered as you sidestepped him, quickly approaching the picnic bench Kathy had migrated to. Your cheeks burned as a few members of the crowd whistled. You set the Tupperware bowl on the table and several hands dipped in to retrieve the goods as you planted yourself next to Kathy.
“Is this a gang?” You whispered to your friend and she laughed into her beer bottle. Since when did she drink beer?
“Gee, that Benny sure is a hunk, huh?” She deflected your question as she raised an eyebrow at you suggestively.
Feeling his gaze still burning into you, you didn’t risk a glance back at him. “I don’t feel comfortable here, Kathy.”
“Do you want a beer?” She asked as she placed a cold one in front of you.
“No,” you replied quietly. “Can we go now?”
She sighed. “Alright, fine. Can I finish my beer at least?”
You nodded but your relief was short lived when another biker woman sat down from across Kathy and began talking with her. Agonizing minutes ticked by. You drummed your fingers on the worn wooden table top, watching as Kathy sipped leisurely from her beer. Someone shouted as the racing bikes fired up, startling you. That’s it.
“I’ll wait for you in the car,” you told Kathy and ignored the disappointment on her face as you stood and spun. You halted in your tracks when you find Benny still standing where you left him, still watching you. You kept your head down as you walked past him quickly making your way to the car.
Weaving in between other cars and motorcycles parked in the far field, you breathed a sigh of relief when you made it to Kathy’s car. Once sitting inside the passenger seat of her pickup truck, you slammed the door shut behind you. Embarrassment burned your core and you groaned as you brought your hands up to cover your face. They probably thought you were some niave girl who was afraid of her own shadow. And you probably were but you clung to the slight relief that you would never have to see any of these people ever again.
You jumped at the knock on your window. A tall figure stood outside your door and your heart jumped into your throat as you scrambled to roll down the manual window. Benny stooped over and held up your pink Tupperware bowl.
“You left this.” One side of his mouth quirked up. “I’d say they were a hit.”
You glanced down at the empty bowl in shock. You had baked two dozen cookies and they were gone within minutes of leaving it on the table. A smile tugged at your lips at the thought of someone appreciating your hard work. “Thank you.”
You reached for the bowl, fingers brushing softly against his. A jolt of electricity traveled up your arm, through your chest before settling hotly in your lower belly. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as he lowered himself to lean against your door, arms resting over the window frame. His eyes roamed over your face as if he were trying to memorize every detail. Your mind struggled to find something to say to him to get him to go away but all thoughts were halted in their tracks as his eyes found yours again. Instinctively, you felt yourself leaning in a little closer to him, your faces only inches apart.
“Can I at least give you a ride home?” His gravely voice broke through the thick silence.
“Kathy is—” you started as you glanced over his shoulder to the direction of where you left your friend. Your words died on your tongue as you noticed her surrounded by a small group now, a fresh beer in her hand.
Your gaze returned to him and you felt heat creep up your neck. “I—I’m wearing a dress though. . .”
“I’ll be sitting in front of you. Nobody will be able to see anything.”
You fixed him with an incredulous expression before looking away. Silence settled between you again and you waited for him to walk away. Only, he never did. He just . . . waited.
"Are you just going to keep asking?" you griped as you turned to look back at him.
"I like to think of it as more of an offer." There was a teasing undertone laced in his words and you narrowed your eyes at him to keep from smiling.
“I won’t drive fast,” he said softly and your heart fluttered at the gentle promise.
Trouble. Your head still reminded you even as you found yourself getting hypnotized by the intense blue of his eyes, so close to yours. Despite the sincerity in his eyes, there was still that darkness, that fire that burned through. That burning fire, threatening to cover a dark past. And you could see it, there was a dangerous undertone in that fire. Trouble, and yet you couldn’t hide the smile as your fingers reached to open the door.
This fire you needed to touch — at least once, just to see how hot it truly burned.
#i'm so feral for this man#i have so many ideas#the bikeriders#benny cross x reader#benny cross#austin butler#benny x reader#austin butler x reader#x reader#imagine#fluff#tom hardy#bikeriders x reader#someone please talk to me about this man
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Place your trust in my sovereignty.
#maccadam#transformers#tf sentinel prime#transformers one#ITS DONE MY SECOND PAINTING FOR THIS MAN!! okay now i can play video games#uh i got nothing i'm honestly so cooked#i started this like two weeks ago or smth and then i got sick for a whole week and it threw off my [distant austin powers] mojo#and forgot how to render#and then i redid the wings like 3 times.#it was a nightmare.#anyways! okay i go bed this is scheduled
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AUSTIN BUTLER and TOM HARDY in THE BIKERIDERS (2023), dir. Jeff Nichols
#austin butler#benny cross#tom hardy#the bikeriders#thebikeriders*#perioddramaedit#periodedit#pdedit#myperiodgifs*#edits#userperioddrama#weloveperioddrama#onlyperioddramas#movieedits#moviegifs#filmedit#filmgifs#dailyflicks#cinematicsource#usershelby#riveterema#userlin#might be little beside the point here but#the front twirl in benny's hair#so slutty#(also this coloring is kinda mid but i gave up :) )
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