#tall bike

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April 4, 2023 - A Trump supporter is taken down a peg by a well-aimed skateboard in New York City. [video]

[this-is-not-a-slow-burn]

Cannot get over just how absolutely fucking Portland this pic is. In the best way.

h/t

[besuchen]

one talk bike to rule them all, bike kill 2024

[draconym]

My friend gave me their old road bike and so I had to draw it next to my mountain bike. They are friends.

[mosaickiwi]

Hi, hope you had a great new years ^^

If it's okay can I request a fic of Redacted teaching Angel how to ride their bike or just Angel just riding their bike in general?

Hiiii my new year was good! I hope yours (and valentine's,easter,etc) was good as well!!

the date callin me out for how long it's been since jan i'm sobbing /silly

I feel like emo boy would be extremely thorough about teaching them so... Maybe I'll do a part two where Angel actually drives... 👉👈

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~A Riding Lesson~

[REDACTED] was in their personal garage doing some maintenance on his bike when you arrived a little early for your date. All he could offer in greeting were a few sweet words and a quick kiss, due to their grease stained fingers. You chose to silently observe them for a while, sitting at the bench they left their toolkit on. You found yourself leaning forward, watching with pure fascination.

There was precision to each movement as they went about their work with expert hands. Were it not for the occasional smiles he threw your way when he picked up a different tool every so often—smiles that somehow still sent your heart aflutter after so long—you would’ve been completely absorbed.

You'd always been curious about how it worked. But there was never really a good time to mention said curiosity. Especially since you were more focused on holding on for dear life whenever they drove somewhere, even at a snail’s pace. You supposed now could be a good time.

“Can you teach me how to ride it?” you suddenly asked once he came over to pack his tools away in the box at your side.

Their scarred hand that was idly twirling a wrench stilled as he looked down at you, light blue eyes glittering with the beginnings of something. “...Yeah, love? Y’mind saying that again f’me?”

Much too late to take it back, you noticed your mistake. You were so absorbed in your thoughts that it felt like you were picking up a conversation. In reality, it hadn't even started. “The bike, Ren,” you hurriedly corrected yourself. “Teach me how to ride the bike.”

“‘Course. My bike,” [REDACTED] nodded along and continued putting away the tools. The smirk on their face was unmistakable, but they surprisingly held back from teasing you any longer. “Maybe a quick lesson, then.”

“Really?” You perked up.

He nodded towards the bike with an amused smile as he closed the toolbox and wiped off his hands. “We’ve got time.”

Excited as could be, you hopped over and quickly sat in the cushioned seat, immediately fidgeting with the handlebars. It already seemed weird being in the front, let alone by yourself. But your heart got a little louder when your dark haired lover sat behind you on the bike.

You were certain he could feel how you shivered as his hands wrapped securely around your waist and his head rested on top of yours. Stumbling for words, you almost shouted, “So! …Where am I taking us?”

“Nowhere. Y’need to know where everything is first, Angel.”

“Boooo.”

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

After fifteen grueling minutes of quizzing, he finally agreed to let you ride around the parking lot. They hopped off the back of the bike, swinging the key around their finger.  

Without his weight to balance you, you suddenly felt a little unsure of yourself. You thought he was going to ride with you, so you asked, “Did you only sit on the bike to hug me?”

“Yeah, y’looked so cute I couldn’t help m’self,” he admitted shamelessly. They didn't give you the key just yet, merely circled the bike a few times with a careful gaze. “Clutch?”

You frowned. The quiz was supposed to be over. “Left lever.”

“Throttle?”

You remembered that one easily. He always revved the engine with it before leaving. “Right handle," you said confidently as you grabbed it.

“Front brake?”

“Uhh…” you started, quickly panicking at the resigned look in their eye. “Right pedal.”

“That's the rear brake. Maybe next time.” They gave a swift denial of your short-lived dream.

You stubbornly stayed put on the bike, though your hands were no longer holding the handles, instead resting in front of you on the seat. “I could drive it down to the street, at least."

“Y’really think so? It’s a lot t’handle,” he cautioned. He reached in front of you with the key in hand, quickly putting it in the ignition. The engine purred in that quiet way you were used to.

You watched as [REDACTED] held firmly on the clutch at one handle, and slowly guided your hand to the throttle on the other. With the lightest turn of your wrist, the engine roared loud, vibrating the seat more and more. But he turned it even further and you could hardly hear yourself think.

It made you nervous. If you weren’t sure where the break was—or which one to use—it’d really spell disaster. “Okay, I get the point,” you sighed. They let go of your hand and the engine died back down to its usual purr. “I’ll try harder to remember where everything is. No crashing your bike into a stop sign for now.”

“Good. Just wan’ you t'keep that pretty little head right where it is, love,” he hummed and kissed said forehead. “Now, scoot. Or we can head upstairs so ‘can teach ya how to really—”

“I meant the bike!!”

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

HIII can u do the prompt number 5 for floyd pls :D (romantic)

Also i saw that you eanted ppl to put 2 backup characters and prompts so my backup characters are lilia and leona and my backup prompts are the fairytale scene and the taste of salt :D (also romantic)

Take ur time and ty ! 😍

Tandem Bike; Floyd Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Content Warning; Swearing(?), semi-serious mortal peril /hj

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I hope you know how to ride a bike, cuz Floyd is no help in the matter! Hope you enjoy!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Floyd,” you gulped, looking down the hill.

Floyd laughed behind you on the tandem bicycle, and you could feel the bike reverberate from it. “Ehhh, are ya scared?~” 

You dug your heels into the ground, making sure that the both of you wouldn’t end up going down the hill without knowing where you were going. The last thing you needed was to hit a pothole or a big enough rock and end up getting hurt. “Not scared,” you huffed, “just thinking.”

Floyd rolled his eyes, “We’ll just be up here all day then! Come on, Shrimpy.” He nudged your feet, but you dug your feet in further, cementing the bike into place. Floyd sighed and slumped his head on your shoulder. “You were the one that wanted to ride this thingy, but now you’re gettin’ cold feet about it?”

You took in a deep breath. Yes, it was your idea to take the cute tandem bike you found in the shed out for a spin, but your cycling partner had never ridden a bike before, and you also didn’t want to crash. “Just give me a minute, okay.” You clenched your hands on and off the brakes.

Floyd just looked at you curiously, before a wild smile took over his face. And when you eased up on the brakes again, he pushed you both forward. “Minute’s up!~”

And down the hill you went. Being angry could wait for later, as your main concern was making sure you were both staying upright and avoiding the aforementioned potholes and rocks. Floyd was cackling behind you, helping you steer a bit, but mainly just enjoying the wind wiping up his hair and watering up his eyes. And eventually, you started slowing down, coming to a more manageable pace that didn’t leave your hands clenching for dear life on the handlebars. But once you came to a complete stop you exploded in laughter; a mix of relief that you hadn’t died, of pure joy, and the infectious cackle that was coming from behind you.

“See, Shrimpy! That was fun,” Floyd poked you in the back. 

You got off the bike, legs a bit shaky from the adrenaline. “Yeah, it was a little bit fun.” Wait, I'm supposed to be mad at him! You could never stay mad at him for very long though.

Well, gravity is a thing, a thing that Floyd was not accounting for, and he wasn’t supporting the bike up, so he and the bike tumbled to the ground. And instead of sulking, he just laughed and got right back up.

“Wanna go again?~ This time I’ll steer!” He laughed, and hugged you, squeezing you gently.

You let out a long sigh, decompressing. “No, absolutely not,” you pushed against him slightly so you could put your hands on his shoulders.

Floyd pouted, “You’re no fun ya know.” There was no bite, he was just being pouty since he was planning on making you shriek as you both had no idea where you were going, but downhill, and downhill fast.

You hummed, kissing his cheek to bring him out of the dour mood. “And you’re no fun if you can’t go on little adventures with me. Can’t do that if we crash on that cursed thing,” you pointed your chin at the bike.

Floyd looked briefly at the bike before turning his attention back to you. “Okay, okay, okay, I got the memo, Shrimpy…” He placed a quick kiss and bite on your lips before pulling back with a wink, taking a look at his handy work. 

You could feel the slight sting. His bite wasn’t sharp enough to draw blood, but it was enough to make them puffy. “Are you proud of your handiwork?” 

“Mhm!~” Floyd pressed another kiss to your lips, but this time it was gentle, soothing the stinging sensation.

And you bit his lip back, deciding that you deserved some sweet vengeance.

Floyd pulled back, and the shocked look on his face turned into pure glee and he was doubled over laughing again. “Damn, Shrimpy! I should do that more often!~”

Wait, what?

~~~~~~~

Tags: @azulashengrottospiano, @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @identity-theft-101, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

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I'm extremely late for 1/1 but it's still January!!! Say hello to my human au Thomas design!! This has been on the back-burner for months but at least I've finally done it. While I can't say he's the oldest person around, he's definitely been with NWR the longest- he practically grew up in it! Though, he doesn't look like it...

Perhaps it's for the best. No one can handle Tall Thomas.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

No one can make an entrance like Vincent Price

Red Skelton Hour; The Agony and the Nag-ony (1966)

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[veone]

🥡Sun Bleached™️

Act 1: Schism—Beginning--- Previous---Next

[sexysilverstrider]

this is devina and bede to me

[moonchild-in-blue]

Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of The Rising Sun

[cupuacu]

mom got a new motorcycle bc she wanted to get rid of our old one... so sad i'll have to sell blanca 💔

[glitzybutt]

going to japan was our first international experience and it was the bomb diggity! i do have some advice i wish i had known that apparently no one gave because all the advice videos i watched were by thin people and not fat people, though:

if you live in the northern usa, you are likely not accustomed to the humidity you are going to feel even in the "cooler" months here. i packed for 50-60's october weather and it actually ended up being more like 70-80 the whole time. this also means because i'm bigger that i had to reapply deoderant, change clothes, and sometimes take two showers a day to keep comfortable. bring your own deodorant, and make sure it works well. bring breathable clothing and underwear with as much cotton in the material percentage as possible. function over fashion is hard but i got more mileage out of the cotton pack t shirts i get from old navy that breathe than i did out of anything else i wore. i highly recommend choosing hotels with laundry facilities so you can pack lighter and stay fresh.

if you are a largely sedentary person but are still able to exercise like me and you are planning a trip abroad, you need to start walking regularly now, especially if the trip is longer than a week. all things considered my remote work job has saved me a lot of grief in other areas, but physical maintenance now means i have to give up an hour or so of the free brain space i get outside work to exercise. and big surprise, i hate doing that. but if you go to japan, odds are most of the activities you're going to do are sight seeing related, which even if you're using a tour bus, will require you walking AT LEAST 2-3 miles, but more likely 5+ miles a day including all the fucking metro stairs. it should also go without saying, but invest in a good pair of walking/running shoes.

the train makes it easier for you to get from place to place for fairly cheap, but odds are you aren't going to be doing as much sitting as you imagine throughout the process of waiting for/being on the train. in planning the trip i gravely underestimated how much a ten minute walk to the metro is for someone who can barely walk twenty minutes around their neighborhood without wanting to go home and lie down. (10 minutes sounds so short on google maps! but it is not! consider this when planning your hotel locations!)

depending on which station you're at, it's a toss up of whether there's an escalator or elevator available for all parts of the process of descending/ascending to where you need to go. bigger cities seem to have more elevators, but they are smaller. at busier hours there can be a line of people with strollers and luggage for them and i'm lucky enough that i could usually just use the stairs on most days if i psyched myself up. if this does not sound like an option for you, add this to your wait time when considering how long it'll take to get to certain activities.

my own experiences are subjective, but i realized real quick that most stations have limited availability for waiting seating too, so if you arrive early like we tried to do with a lot of stuff, you can probably expect to do a lot of standing. this applies to most things, not even just train stations. while there is undeniably more accommodation in japan for people who need to sit than in america, the odds are you're like me and don't have a feel for the cities you're visiting and therefore don't know where the parks, street benches, free sitting areas, etc. are. a decent portion of my snack budget was spend just on buying a little treat to get access to a place to sit for a while. for example, when we went to the brand new nintendo museum, we didn't do research on the area it was built in and realized there were very few actual cafes or places to go if you arrive for your timed slot early. we went to little breakfast cafe owned by an adorable older couple at one point but were only there for like fifteen minutes. so by the time we actually went in the museum, we were already very tired from just wandering around.

take- listen to me. take some. take some funcking. bike shorts. are you listening. if you have. thighs. that sometimes touch. ARE YOU LISTENING. take. bike shorts. or if you wear boxer underwear that might work. just. take them. i have never experienced chub rub the way i did on this trip. it was so bad that i had to use the blister pads and tape that i originally brought for feet stuff to try to mitigate the problem but it only helped a little bit and i was pretty miserable for a decent chunk of the trip. just take so many bike shorts. if you take one thing away from this post, take this. i still can't sit normally.

if you plan on "going to the monkey park" in arashiyama, i need you to sit down beside me for a moment. just sit down a moment. hear me. every article i read about the monkey park in arashiyama before our trip said something along the lines of 'it's so cute! take your kids here! it'll be so fun'. the monkey park in arashiyama is 160 meters up a mountain with no elevator or other option available to reach it (to my knowledge. if you know of some sort of lift service that i missed that i can be mad about, drop that in the comments). the first thing you see after paying to do this is a staircase that may as well reach up to god. even this part is deceptive because there are at least metal handrails between you and a forrested gorge as you climb up. but eventually the stairs end and you're just wandering up a winding rough hewn mountain path that sometimes has rope blocking you from falling to your death. i am 300 pounds of like 90% body fat so i had to stop every 50 yards to drink water and breathe, but even people who appeared to be in shape were struggling. about 80% of the way up they have a building you can go into to get air conditioning before finishing your quest for monkeys. it was late october while we were doing this and even though it was in the lower 70's the combined humidity with less cloud cover made it feel like 80, so i imagine they probably had to build the ac room because idiots like me kept believing this was going to be like, an enjoyable sea level romp at a petting zoo and not a pilgrimage into the fucking beyond. i saw people lugging strollers up this thing too, so i genuinely feel like it wasn't just my lack of research and that there is a general lack of openness about what "going to the monkey park" actually means. when you have fed a monkey and taken pictures of the view you then have to climb back down almost the same way you came up. i just need you to know this because after that jaunt the trip became so much harder for me. my knees no longer recovered after a night's sleep and by the time we got to tokyo and were doing considerably less extreme things like trinket shopping i had to take two ibuprofen every day just to get up and shower.

a lot of shops and restaurants are on higher floors of buildings and it's also a pretty mixed bag whether there's elevator access to get to them. even when places are on the ground floor, it can still be pretty deceptive whether they're going to be accessible for fat people as many ramen stands/izakaya's are narrow with tiny stools for sitting. the same thing goes for a lot of cafes.

the bathrooms in japan generally run pretty small with toilets being lower to the ground, which can require more effort to stand if you're tall and fat like me. public ones at train stations are even smaller and getting in and out of one feels a little humiliating, especially if there's a line waiting for you to be done and your backpack gets stuck while you're trying to climb out from behind the folding door.

overall i had a great time but that's just all the stuff i kind of noticed over time and wish i'd been able to prepare myself for. i'd definitely like to go again someday, as i know i'd have an even better time just with the bike shorts alone. if you have other stuff to add (again, we only really went to the big three cities) that might help me and others out in the future, feel free to add comments or reblog

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i may be a city girl but my soul floats with the sand in the desert as its blown by the wind

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