#Binary Retro Rider

[firebirdsdaughter]

There’s nothing quite like…

… Watching other people discover Amatsu Gai for the first time.

[tanukitsuneko-suki]

GOOD MORNING??!!?!!!!!!!

Philip,, brrr (ignore the one on the left for the most part lol that was me figuring everything out)

Very heavily inspired by @tanukitsuneko-suki's really cool idol AU (tbh the au is the same, I was just toying with a fit idea),, please check it out 🙏

P I'm ngl I was gonna draw others too but I ended up only doodling Philip for now 😭 !!! I also really love the half and half colored jacket idea you had for Philip and initially thought about making this jacket have cyclone+joker/heat+metal/luna+trigger variations but I ended up making it green 😔 I do want to go back to that idea with a diff jacket maybe,,

Here's this sketch too tbh why not

[blastikmusik]

retro wave 463

Neo Tokyo Philharmonic - Digital Rain II ATOM FORCE - MURDEROUS (INTERLUDE) SKYFURY - Empty Thoughts Synthwavegoose - Welcome To Anthill The Polish Ambassador - Skiff Rider Ketone - Quinoline Zane Alexander - Donuts In The Parking Lot Downtown Binary - Interstate Personality - I Wanted to Love You oDDling & VOYAGER - UFO Sublunar (feat. Timecop1983) - Waves Endless Withdrawal - Someone You Love Is Gone EVANS - Without Me Wellside - Elapsed Michael Elliot, Kraver - New Beginnings Sunwarper - Vistic

[hillslicensing-blog]

Sophistication on Two Wheels: Mastering the White Leather Biker Vest Look

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Sophistication on Two Wheels: Mastering the White Leather Biker Vest Look

Style Your White Leather Biker Vest

The white leather biker vest is a statement garment with cultural importance and style potential in motorcycle fashion. While black vests have dominated the motorcycle world for decades, a white vest offers many stylistic options, merging classic biker ruggedness with a modern edge. This motorcycle outfit represents revolt and purity; thus, the style must be delicate.

One must first respect the vest’s substance to begin this sartorial adventure. White leather is a striking fabric that stands out on the road. Since it reflects the sun’s rays, unlike its darker brothers, it cools and looks good. Its vulnerability to dust, grime, and time makes it a canvas for the world. Thus, keeping it clean demands dedication, which fits the motorcycling culture’s meticulousness.

Understanding a white leather biker vest’s adaptability is the first step to styling it. This motorbike accessory crosses into high fashion, streetwear, and formal clothing. With light-washed denim trousers and a fitting T-shirt, it becomes a casual midday outfit. This outfit honors the vest’s raw roots while expressing a carefree lifestyle. White sneakers should blend comfort and flair, matching the vest’s hue while seeming grounded and approachable.

The white leather vest transitions from day to night with surprising simplicity. It looks great with dark pants and a button-down shirt for evening events or outings. This contrast between light and dark highlights the vest and gives it a sophisticated and elegant look. Accessories are vital to this change. A silver chain or simple metal bangles enhance the vest’s innate beauty without overpowering its simplicity.

The white leather biker vest enthusiastically embraces thematic styling beyond the binary between casual and formal. Retro fans can wear the vest with flared jeans, platform shoes, and a bandana to represent the 70s’ rebellious youth culture and motorcycle chic. A futuristic approach can include metallic textiles, angular eyewear, and clunky boots to portray the rider as a pioneer of roads, fashion, and time.

The white leather biker vest is beautiful both visually and narratively. Each scuff and blemish tells a narrative of travel and adventure. It transforms from clothing into a personal symbol with memories and meaning. When styling this vest, one must consider the intangibles confidence, stories, and legacy.

The true elegance of this garment is not simply how it is worn but the respect it commands in the motorcycle community and beyond. It connects worlds and symbolizes freedom and uniqueness beyond fashion. A white leather biker vest symbolizes daring, adventure, and individualism.

It blends with rugged denim and sophisticated metropolitan clothes beyond motorcycle culture. The vest pairs well with thick scarves in winter and airy, long-sleeved shirts in fall, keeping its legendary position. The challenge and fun of creating such a vest is adapting to the wearer’s tastes while retaining its motorcycle roots. As it fits into many lives and fashion tastes, it represents defiance and elegance, respecting its history while fearlessly navigating the future of style.

In conclusion, styling a white leather biker vest is an art and science. It demands respect for tradition and boldness to innovate understanding fashion rules and breaking them to create memorable looks. The vest symbolizes personal expression, independence, and style on two wheels when riding through city streets or coastal roads.

The History and Evolution of Motorcycle Culture’s White Leather Biker Vest

Discovering the history of the white leather biker vest is a journey through motorcycle culture entirely of revolt, solidarity, and individualism. This classic outfit is not originally a motorcycle gear item but now represents bikers’ free-spirited character. Early 20th-century bikers preferred military surplus and aviation jackets for durability and protection, which led to its humble beginnings. However, these functional beginnings hardly hinted at the white leather vest’s cultural symbolism.

After World War II, motorcycle organizations sprung up across the US, giving the leather vest a new identity. This is when the black leather jacket became the biker icon. Despite the sea of black, the white leather biker vest stood out as a striking statement of non-conformity in a fringe culture. This difference showed the biker community’s diverse views.

Biker culture flourished in the 1960s and 70s, asserting freedom and uniqueness. The white leather vest with club logos, patches, and personal symbols was a canvas for self-expression. Each adornment revealed the wearer’s beliefs, adventures, and allegiance. This period also saw the vest evolve from a functional garment to a symbol of biker pride.

The white leather biker vest’s journey through motorcycle culture is not one of undisputed approval. The vest was controversial because of its uniqueness as a sign of fraternity or rebellion. White symbolized purity and defiance, distinguishing white bikers from black leather-clad ones. This paradox complicated the vest’s status as a community unifier and divider.

As motorcycle culture evolves, so does the white leather biker vest. As the community diversified, so did vest interpretations and fashions. Culturally underprivileged women riders embraced the white vest, giving it meaning and aesthetics. The vest changed with society, rejecting gender boundaries and adopting a more inclusive biker identity.

The white leather biker vest is still popular because of its versatility and timeless charm. Its rustic charm and historical background have attracted designers and style influencers in the fashion world. While mainstream fashion has adopted the vest, it still commands respect and represents a long history of independence, resistance, and community.

In addition to its aesthetic appeal, the white leather biker vest is culturally significant. Each patch, thread, and scuff reminds me of personal and collective motorbike memories. The vest is lived in, accompanying many adventures and witnessing triumph and sadness. The depth of experience and stories that endow the white leather vest with its character makes it a treasured artifact.

The white leather biker vest story will evolve with motorcycle culture. It represents the biker’s tenacity and a turbulent past. The vest symbolizes the motorcycling community’s unwavering pursuit of freedom and the open road, whether worn by seasoned riders or fashionistas.

This continuous drama makes the white leather biker vest more than apparel. It represents identification, belonging, and self-expression. It represents the motorcycling culture’s vigor, perseverance, and ever-changing face as it evolves.

The white leather biker vest’s importance in motorcycle culture grows as the story progresses. It now symbolizes biker revolt and communal identity. The iconic vest gains fresh meaning as new riders approach the roads with their styles. The vest remains a biker staple despite these alterations. A symbol of freedom that transcends time and trends, it is ingrained in motorcycling culture.

[horobiandstingscorpion]

One more…

… Bc I gotta go to bed.

Horobi: Is something burning? Fuwa: (leaning seductively on the counter) Just my desire for you. Horobi: … The toaster is literally on fire.

Fuwa can’t cook.

[firebirdsdaughter]

I miss Zero-One.

Most specifically, I miss Horobi and Fuwa, my gents, my guys, my beloveds of all time I cannot explain to you how much I love them.

But honestly… I miss everyone. Even if I didn’t agree w/ the way the writing went, I loved them all in different ways. Even Amatsu.

[firebirdsdaughter]

[firebirdsdaughter]

Gaaahhh…

… I’m so behind on mbjr week, I’ve done nothing. DX

[firebirdsdaughter]

What if I…

… Tried to do mbjr week a month later?

[firebirdsdaughter]

In light of having just seen a transphobic post involving Naki/Nakayama, I had the need to reblog this again.

Especially w/ the update that last I remember hearing, I believe he had come out as male? Or at least preferring to identify as male. Although if anyone else knows more than me on that, feel free to update me!

@ne0dym and a friend on Twitter did an awesome translation of Nakayama Satsuki’s (Zero-One’s Naki) blog posts about their identity regarding gender and sexuality.

I wanted to share this bc I feel like it’s important, and all the English sources I saw on the subject had a sort of dismissive, disbelieving tone to the headlines that made me wary about them, so I wanted to try and find info from a credible source—and, naturally, Nakayama themselves is the most credible of them all.

They have also translated answers from live talks Nakayama has done regarding questions about their identity and Naki’s:

Here and here

The big note from those is that Nakayama has specifically said that they do not want to be perceived as or referred to as female, so please bear that in mind when discussing them.

Special thanks to @ne0dym for doing these translations in the first place and giving me permission to share them here!

[firebirdsdaughter]

I don’t care how much they boggie woggie and drop hints…

… Fuwa is not dead. Open casket funeral or it didn’t happen, and even then call me in five minutes and I’ll have an explanation about how it still didn’t happen. I’ll call Takahashi and explain to him if I need to.

[firebirdsdaughter]

DAY THREE…

… I have a headache that’s verging on migraine, but listen, I finished.

***

Horobi didn’t know why he had entered the hospital in the first place. It wasn’t that the Ark had expressly forbade him to do so, but had made no secret of her disapproval—there was no point, no purpose to his presence. There was no goal, no benefit, especially not considering how much security he had to evade to get in. And yet…

Vulcan looked… Different in the bed, hooked up to all the different machines, then when he was blustering and shouting. For all he had a large personality, it had been obvious how physically small he was the moment Horobi had laid eyes on him. The human was just so… Odd, how so much… Something fit into so small a body. His gaze seemed to find it’s way to Fuwa Isamu whenever possible, scrutinising every aspect of his being—the way his dark eyes lit up from his emotions, the way his mole would disappear whenever he wrinkled his eyes, how he puffed himself up, turned a whole spectrum of colours, the way his curls were permanently messy. Horobi found himself memorising the human without knowing when he had started, sometimes his hand would twitch forward of its own accord, reaching out towards something he didn’t understand. He’d be working on the Ark’s plan, or attending Jin, when the incomprehensible question of what Vulcan’s hair or skin would feel like would appear unbidden in his mind.

And now this—he’d been on the hospital ground before he realised what he was doing. He should have turned back, but there was something about the pull Fuwa Isamu exerted over him that offered no escape. Once he was within range, he had get there. He had to… Had to… Had to see.

Apparently, though, that was all he had to do. Upon arriving in Vulcan’s room all he could do was… Stare. The human was completely helpless, kept unconscious by at least one of the machines he was hooked up to, but… Horobi experienced no inclination to finish what he had started. But… There was another sensation, one fat too complicated for him to parse out. It felt like… A little like the way his body reacted to looking at Jin, both when he was happy and when he was hurt, all mixed together, but… Different. Different how he didn’t know, but… Different. Fuwa Isamu looked so… Soft. Fragile. Inviting.

His hand connected with the human’s hair before he realised he had raised it, fingertips skirting over the curls. Once he’d done it, he couldn’t move away, one hand aimlessly combing through Fuwa Isamu’s hair, brushing away from his forehead. There was no purpose to his actions, it did not benefit the Ark in any way, but…  He could not seem to make himself stop.

Then his knuckles lightly grazed the skin—in the same amount of time it took him to register the usual warmth and softness, thoughts and images flashed through his mind, uncontrolled and unprompted. Though many were clear, the spectrum was so large that he could not even begin to draw a conclusion—things that were beyond any experience he could ever remember happening, to things that were so… Similar to the data of the Ark that he…

He pulled his hand back, pressing it to his side. Where those his own thoughts? He thought so little that it was hard to tell, but… The things he’d seen himself doing… The impulses…

The air in the room changed, growing colder despite the fact that there was no change in temperature and Vulcan’s body temperature remained the same. All of a sudden, he couldn’t stand to be in the place—the pressure, the uncertainty, the chill… It all pushed him away as much as Fuwa Isamu pulled him in. For a moment, the two conflicting forces threatened to pull him apart—until a familiar presence stepped in, quelling all discord.

It was the Ark’s will that pulled him out of the room and back toward Daybreak, the sun peaking over the horizon to reveal just how long he had stood thoughtlessly in Vulcan’s hospital room, staring at him. There would be pain for this, that much he knew—punishment he naturally deserved for leaving his post on such a needless outing—especially since there was still a mysterious, electrifying sensations running through the hand he had touched Vulcan’s hair with, the pictures still etched into his mind, equal parts confusing, destabilising, interesting, and alluring.

It would need to be a long punishment to make him forget this.

***

Bc I’m predictable.

[firebirdsdaughter]

And here’s Horobi!

@fluttering-by​

Almost everyone, but there’s enough wrong people that it counts. ^^ And he doesn’t necessarily work ‘better,’ just that there are dynamics of his I would die for.

[firebirdsdaughter]

[firebirdsdaughter]

Aaaaaahhhhh…

… So I actually live near a Staples (for anyone who doesn’t know the chain, it’s an office supply depot, among other things). I could get a custom poster printed, glossy paper and everything…

But… I need a big enough picture of Fuwa for it to not be blown out and one doesn’t seem to exiiiiiiiist… DX

[firebirdsdaughter]

Jin and Naki for the character opinion bingo.

Hoo, boy, here we go.

I'll start w/ Naki bc Jin's… A little weird:

To give a bit of explanation: they both have too much and not enough screen time bc they both did not get developed very much and were crammed into a single ep, but were also repeatedly awkwardly wedged into things, same w/ wasted potential, their 'development' felt very shallow and unfounded, hence the 'not as deep' thing, and then the dynamic one is bc I found them much more interesting when interacting with Horobi and Ikazuchi and Yua (not necessarily all at once, and the first two more than the second).

W/ Jin, I gotta make distinction, bc I feel differently about the two different Jins. So, first, as he shall always be, Baby Jin:

He was wasted/didn't get enough screen time bc he got murdered in ep 16 and then lots of people forgot about him, deeper/almost everyone is wrong bc lots of people called him Horobi's puppet which is both hypocritical and blatantly bs, works better in his family relationship w/ Horobi, got done dirty bc so many people abandoned him for Neo Jin and again called him a puppet, he's my son I love him so much I want him back.

But we gotta move onto Neo Jin:

Bane of my life thou art Neo Jin. I originally defended Neo Jin but by the end of the show I couldn't stand him. He was a simplified clone of an interesting character who lost all his colour and complexity and was reduced from an ai created by another ai to another mere "marvel" of human engineering that lost all his individuality to rehash the myth that humans are Best. I'm gonna stop now bc I'm in a mood and cannot talk about Neo Jin w/out getting mad.

Ahem. Sorry, apparently I needed to vent and I always maintain being honest in these things.