#a ride for liberty

[radracer]

Ferrari F40 Liberty Walk

@libertywalk_toshi

[janeya]

Are there any janes that look like,, mime -ish? Like black and white type mime vibe

3 janes and 3 mime makeup looks they remind me of...

[violentlydefending]

happy raiden kills a president day!! [x]

[boanerges20]

Honda CB1100F "Liberty" by Steel Bent Custom

[miralunawritez]

Veneer with a fem equestrian s/o

warnings: mention of injuries

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He goes to ALL of your shows/rodeos

He thinks it's beautiful to watch, he loves the way your hair blows and your body moves when riding

He buys you new tack sets every christmas and every birthday (or whenever you want a new set)

Your looking at a new $2000 saddle? Its yours now. A $300 saddlepad? Consider it bought

You managed to convince him to get on your horse, he didnt like it

He FREAKS OUT when you get bucked off, he freaks out even more when you dont get up (speaking from experience)

Gets jealous when he sees you talking to the fine cowboys at rodeos (or the male show jumpers at shows), wrapping his arm around your waist to let them know your his

You made him saddle up your horse at one point to see if he knew how to do it..he did not know how to do it..

He always helps you feed your horses, he also buys all the feed, hay, and supplements for your horses

He pays for all of your horses farrier appointments, dentist appointments, and vet bills

His favorite horse that you own is the little red roan appaloosa named rusty, he loves him and rusty loves him too

He videos all of your races and shows, posting them all over social media (you are now one of the most well known equestrians in like the whole trolls world thing ykwim)

Spoils you hard after a rodeo or show (you must be so tired according to Veneer)

Makes Velvet watch all of the videos (hes so proud of you)

Also spoils your horses (he feeds them whatever they can eat, buys them A BUNCH of different kinds of treats, gives them scratchies and love (sorry about the scratchies thats what I call them 😭)

You told him you wanted to do bronc riding, he did not approve

He LOVES to watch your liberty shows, seeing the connection and communication you have with your horses is just absolutely incredible

Hes your number 1 supporter

He thinks you're the most talented girl on this planet and he stands by that

When you get hurt while riding he stays by your side the whole time, even if its messy (bloody, broken bone, yelling in pain, etc. he just wants to make sure that you will be okay)

Probably cries when you get seriously injured

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I've actually witnessed someone getting bucked off and breaking a bone while screaming in pain..it was my own horse that bucked them off, I almost threw up 😥

[skullislandproductions]

Happy Fourth of July! On this special day, Droopy carries a torch for the good ol’ “Red,” white and blue!

[keingleichgewicht]

bits from the most recent etymonline column which may haunt me

[tarmac-rat]

Badlands chic

[tricornonthecob]

Finished scene redraw, from the Post-Master Franklin episode

[beckiboos]

Le Carnivale de merde

Ok so I kinda built a whole ass carnival in game... So fair warning there are going to be a LOT of carnival posts over next ugh... week or so

Lack of cute date locations in this game annoyed me so… I built one

[radracer]

Datsun Fairlady Z s30

@chikitah_baybeh @lbwks30 @mr2mivin

[merlgeim]

Couldn't go to bed before sharing some new shots of Valentine.

[sophsun1]

Queer as Folk – 4.14: Liberty Ride

[ohifonlyx33]

What I should be doing: sleeping

What I am actually doing: thinking 'bout them (Sarah and James from Liberty's Kids)

[moonlight-26]

Live Fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.

Lana del Rey

[discocandles]

I said I'd write this LK headcanon into a scene/ficlet so I'll write it dammit(under a read more bc long):

"Henri, get off the roof of the carriage." Sarah scolded. "You'll get knocked off by a tree branch."

"Sarah, you know that no tree branch can defeat the Great and Powerful Henr-agh!!" Henri sputters as he tries to get the tree branch out of his face. The redhead chuckles, "I told you so." going unspoken. Henri huffed as he clambered back into the carriage.

As he settles in, Henri glances over as Sarah is writing another letter to her Maman. She puts more ink on her quill when she writes to Lady Phillips, Henri's realized. They've known each other for almost a year, but Henri has found noticing Sarah's habits to be entertaining on boring rides. It started when Henri asked Moses why Sarah would side with the British.

It had made no sense. Sarah was always nice to him. She'd speak to him in French when he can't think in English, forget talking. The redcoats l'a traité comme de la merde. Moses just asked if the British treat Sarah like they do him. They don't; redcoats smiled at her and asked what a respectable girl was doing with "rebel scum". Henri guessed he'd think the British were good if they treated him like he was good too. But Henri also realized was it was fun to notice things about Sarah.

Sarah has lots of habits, like if she tapped her feet in a rhythm, she was hungry. Or the letters to pass time on boring carriage rides, like this one. Henri wants to climb the carriage again.

"You're awfully quiet, Henri." Sarah's voice broke through Henri's thoughts. "did you get hurt by the tree branches?"

"Non non, je vais bien. Je m'ennuie simplement. James is so lucky to have been rid of this trip already." Henri replies.

"He will be getting to learn more about the camp than we are." Sarah muses, looking back down at her letter, but didn't go back to writing. Her left hand reaches for her collar and curls her finger under her necklace and started flipping her locket around its chain. Henri focused on the repetitive motion.

Henri thinks he's figured this habit out. Plus vite que normale! Sarah messing with her locket almost constantly for a little over a week has helped. When he or Moses mentioned James, she'd have a hand on her necklace soon after. Sarah keeps flipping the golden locket with left hand as she starts writing again.

Henri figured the habit was about James before they left. Saras can be obvious if you're used to noticing like Henri is. Maybe he should be a journalist. But it could mean something particular about him. She could be missing him, but it's kinda late for that. Henri missed James after he left 2 weeks ago, but they'll see him by supper, so he's excited to see him. Sarah doesn't look excited at all.

The carriage shakes as Sarah dips her quill into the inkwell, and she huffs. Is she mad at him? There's no way James could annoy Sarah when he's not around, so she's probably not angry. Maybe she's worried about him? That makes sense. They haven't heard from James since he left, not like they could get it since they left yesterday morning though.

"Are you worried about him?" Henri asks. Oops, that's probably strange to ask. C'est la vie as his friends back in France say.

"What?" Sarah's eyebrows bunch together more. The hand holding her locket goes still, and she looks away for a moment to close her inkwell before turning back to look at him in confusion.

"about James. You look... worried?" Henri tries to choose his words carefully. If Sarah wasn't worried before he asked, he doesn't want to make her worried.

He seems to succeed, because rather than worried, Sarah looks almost embarrassed. "I suppose you're correct. It's just that normally when we depart after James, he sends a letter about the state of the camp and we at least know the voyage will be safe." Sarah was switching between speaking fast and slow, like a dance he learned at the own square. "But we didn't hear anything this week, so I am a bit concerned about James's well-being."

"Okay. Just wondering." Henri laughed. Sarah was fiddling with her locket again.

"I promise to give you my share of bread after supper tonight if you don't mention it to him." Sarah said. "I don't need him mocking me over what is likely just slow mail."

"Deal. I will never refuse good food."

Sarah giggles, as the carriage continues to rattle. "You never do."