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thephilosopheroftheboudoir · 9 months

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PAUL REUBENS WAS AN HONORARY PUNK

My earliest memory of Paul Reubens was his role in Cheech and Chong’s Nice Dreams where he played a coke dealer. Cheech and Chong give him all their money to buy some toot but Pee Wee disappears. They track him down, only to find he is a patient at a psychiatric hospital and they have to wander through a crowd of lunatics only to find that he is mentally too far gone to tell them what he did with their money. If you watch any DVD’s of this movie that were made after 1988, you will notice this scene has been permanently deleted.

So a few later, I was getting involved with the small but growing hardcore punk scene in my city. Pee Wee’s Big Adventure was released in the theaters around then. It was an instant success and I went to see it three times. By the second and third viewing I started to recognize that more and more audience members were people I knew from the punk scene.

Many of us in the counter-culture loved Pee Wee. For one thing, many of us rode bicycles. It was our second favorite form of transportation behind skateboards since most people we knew couldn’t afford cars back then. City buses were still the primary method of movement in a dark city where wind, rain, and snow were the norm. But when the sun came out, we rode around in packs on our bikes. Any time there was a show, you could see them chained up by the dozens somewhere near the venue. They were our vehicles out of our world. We rode them in the moonlit cemeteries. They were safer than public transport when we went off to buy drugs. Sometimes we rode out to the suburbs to go pool hopping; that meant skinny-dipping, uninvited of course, in people’s back yards while they slept comfortably in their beds. That stunt ended one night when some guy fired a shotgun at us from his bedroom window.

Being the city kids that we were, we got used to our bicycles disappearing. It was always the same. No matter what kind of lock we used, somebody from the deep inner city used their ingenuity to find some way to pick the lock or cut the chain and they always left a beat up old bike in its place, the kind of rickety thing that looked like it had been stripped of all its parts, beat down and battered to the point where some kid knew if he didn’t ride it one last time out to the edge of the city to steal a better one, he would be bikeless for a long time to come.

When Pee Wee Herman’s bike got stolen, it resonated with us punks like nothing else ever could.

Pee Wee was one of us. It wasn’t just that his bicycle got pinched in Pee Wee’s big Adventure, he was also an inherently subversive character. He lived in some nether-world where he was not quite a child but not quite a man. His friends were all unapologetically freaks and weirdos, some of which were of other races and some of which even had mohawks. When his bike got stolen, he lost his soul. It was a hero’s journey through the underworld of America, the story of a man who knew when he found that one missing piece all the magic would return to his life. Punks were often people who felt that same absence, When we spiked our hair, ripped out clothes, donned combat boots or Chuck Taylors, drove pins through our noses, and sliced up our arms with razors, we were embarking on our own journey through the underbelly of the world, one that involved drugs, alcohol, slam dancing, record collecting, and sex between cars in restaurant parking lots. If you ever wonder why your car door handle is sticky, I can tell you there is a sickly humorous reason for that. Sometimes we spent nights in jail and had fist fights on street corners with conservatives who didn’t approve of our way of living free in a supposedly free society. If you think the MAGA crowd is anything new, you are wrong; these Republican maggots started crawling out of the rotten woodwork all the way back in the 1980s. But our bikes were like magic carpets that, at times, could transport us to some place better.

It gets deeper than a stolen bike though. As punks we called ourselves anarchists. However wrongheaded and naive that might have been, it’s what we thought we were and we hated the establishment. Pee Wee’s bike was stolen by Francis, a perfect symbol of capitalist greed. Francis was an immature, trust-fund baby and a bully who could use his dorky father’s money to get anything he wanted. What he wanted was Pee Wee’s bike so he payed some 1950s rocker with a greasy DA and a pack of cigarettes rolled up in the short sleeve of his undershirt to steal it. In the end, Francis didn’t really want the bike. What he really wanted was for Pee Wee NOT to have the bike. See, the bicycle is the one thing that made Pee Wee Herman happy and happiness was what Francis coul not have because, true to the nature of a capitalist pig, he always wants more than what he has. He dealt with his misery by making others miserable and so the bike got stolen and sent away. Pee Wee’s jounrey to find it began there. If there ever was a prototype of Rush Limbaugh, Francis was it. This movie came out four years into the Reagan administration so it doesn’t surprise me that it sticks a finger in the eye of Republican party economics. Seeing Francis get his come-uppance made us cream in our jeans.

Along the way to Hollywood via the Alamo, Pee Wee Herman made friends with a whole cast of characters and all of them were outsiders. He hitched a ride with an escaped convict, for instance, and together they outsmarted the police. ACAB. He shared an intimate moment with a waitress who dreamed of escaping from her marriage to a redneck and flying off to Paris the way Dorothy dreams about some where over the rainbow in the colorful land of Oz. (Try watching Pee Wee’s Big Adventure and The Wizard of Oz back to back and notice all the parallels). Pee Wee also got inducted into an outlaw motorcycle club.

Pee Wee even makes friends with a homeless man while train hopping, something us punks could relate to as well. We liked hanging out with the bums in our city. One of them used to shoplift porn magazines and sell them to us at discount prices so he could buy bottles of Thunderbird or Mad Dog. That’s the kind of $3 rotgut that will fuck you up even worse than a 40 oz. malt liquor. While no two bottles of Mad Dog ever taste the same, the flavor approximates some unholy combination of cough syrup, vomit, and rubbing alcohol. Some say that at higher quantities of consumption it can even be hallucinogenic. And then there was also an African-American guy with blue eyes named Ulysses; we used to drink Bully Hill with him in the alleyways and he was one of the most kind-hearted and humorous men we’ve ever met. We’d buy him food just to hear the stories he’d tell. Then one day I saw him well-dressed and selling newspapers on a street corner. The headlines said something about UFO’s coming to save Black people from white America. Ulysses had joined the Nation of Islam. Oh well, at least he is now sober and off the streets. I wish you the best, Ulysses.

And punks always loved animals. We loved our dogs. We loved our cats. Some of us kept rats, iguanas, and snakes as pets. So speaking of snakes, what did Pee Wee do when he saw the pet shop burning? He rescued all the animals and in the end he even rescued the snakes even though he obviously didn’t like them. Punks were the snakes of American society and Pee Wee was on our side.

Finally, what could be more punk than sticking your middle finger in the face of the Hollywood establishment? Pee Wee’s bike ends up as a prop in a Hollywood movie. He snatched it and rode away, wrecking movie sets as he went. Instead of arresting him, they decide to make a movie based on his life. But look at the movie they made. It is a pretentious, no-brain blockbuster with perfect looking actors that bear no resemblance to the real life events that inspired it. The movie uses postmodern framing by using the medium to critique the fake and shallow medium of the Hollywood film industry.

Then there is one final question. Who was Pee Wee’s family? Did he have any parents? How old was he anyways? Punks were part of the latchkey kid generation. We either grew up in a one-parent home or else both our parents were absent from our lives because it took two working adults to support a family with children. As teenagers we ran free and encountered the adult world at a very early age. Pee Wee Herman appeared to have no role models in his life and had to find his own way around. That was what hardcore punk was all about. We couldn’t fix the world’s problems so we created our own scene and did things our own way. FTW (fuck the world). If you didn’t like us you had best stay away.

Pee Wee’s Big Adventure become one of those movies you can watch over and over again without getting bored, making frequent appearances at cult classic film festivals, revival theaters, and occasional TV reruns. There were many times we watched it through the bleary haze of bong smoke and blurred whisky vision, maybe while coming down from an acid trip or two or three. It is like an old familiar friend that is always happy to see you for the sake of sharing old memories and telling half-forgotten jokes.

Pee Wee Herman’s next move as an honorary punk came in the late 1980s when his television show Pee Wee’s Playhouse went on the air. The Residents played the theme song. How cool was that for underground music fans? Although it was meant for kids, some of the jokes were a little bit naughty. Pee Wee and the genie’s head in a box sang a song about hiney-holes and a female dancer lifted one leg in the air while standing on the toes of her other foot and Pee Wee took a peak up her skirt, only to be given a reprimanding look from the dancer when she saw what he was up to.

A couple years later the big bombshell hit the news. Paul Reubens had been caught masturbating in an adult movie theater in Florida. My immediate reaction was not, “Oh my god, what a pervert.” Actually I was just shocked that they still had adult movie theaters in Florida while they had gone the way of the dodo bird everywhere else. Hadn’t people there ever heard of VCR’s? Florida must be a pretty fucked up place, I thought. I still think so to this day. The fact that Pee Wee played with himself in the porno playhouse never really phased me though I still wonder why it is a crime to whip it out while in a darkened theater, watching movies of people fucking. America sure does have some stupid laws. Don’t even get me going on the legality of drinking alcohol like how dumb it is to make the drinking age 21 thanks to that asshole Ronald Reagan or why we are obsessed with hating drunk driving while so few bars are within walking distance of people’s homes. Europeans sorted these kinds of things out centuries ago. It is like the government wants us to get caught screwing up. Rich capitalist pigs like Francis are getting their miserable way at our expense.

Soon after the arrest of Paul Reubens, I went to a punk show at a bar. The singer of the band called out, “I don’t know how many of you heard, but Pee Wee Herman got arrested for jerking off in a porn theater. How many of you hate him more know that you know this?” About half the audience cheered. Then he asked “How many of you love him more now?” Again, about half the audience cheered. Oh yeah, we loved him even more because his mugshot made him look like a Hells Angel. The biggest audible difference between the first and second cheers was that the former was mostly women and the latter was mostly men. By 1991, the mean-girl Andrea Dworkin style of anti-porn feminism had infected the punk scene like an STD. If you think polarization in America is a Trump-era phenomenon, guess again. It just seems that way because internet pundits and the media keep drawing our attention to it even though the hate has always been there.

Just a few years ago, I heard an interview with Paul Reubens on NPR. They asked the question of what message he wanted to send to the world. His answer, and I paraphrase, was “It’s OK to be different. You don’t have to be like everybody else.” It’s so simple, so true, and so sad that so few people understand what this means. And it's so "punk-is-an-attitude" up your fucking ass.

Good bye Paul Reubens and thank you for the memories. Thank you for the wisdom you shared. Thank you for being an inspiration, an idol and an icon for those of us who follow Jimi Hendrix’s advice and wave our freak flags high. You are forever an honorary member of the hardcore punk community.

#paul reubens #pee wee herman #punk #writing #obituaries #hardcore punk

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madelinetess · 1 year

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Haso: Skateboards and other means of transport

Ek'Gaar couldn't help but stare at young humans enjoying the warm weather. He sat on a bench dressed in his clever dusguise consisting of a trenchcoat and a piece of paper with information on it, and holes for his six eyes. (A disguise like this would make him inconspicuous according to various sources such as enchanted forest of Holly Wood, or the net of inter, whatever that may be)

The kids were moving at high velocities by attaching wheels to their legs in many different ways.

For example the bicycle. A weird metal contraption with moving bits and pieces equipped with a tiniest but at the same time most annoyingly sounding trinket. Some of the kids had ribbons or baskets attached to their bikes as well. Who even came up with it... Had he attempted to ride that monstrocity his tentacles would definitely get stuck between some of the gears.

Another uncanny invention were rolkerskates. Those were even crazier. Who in their right mind would even think of adding wheels to the sole of their shoes... How in the galaxy did it pass any safety tests? And apparently you can have different variations? Wheels in a line, in two lines, with hidden wheel or with a knife... No thank you...

But the most impressive contraption and the one that reigned over the skatepark was The Skateboard. That was something else.. .

Ek'Gaar only ever needed to see one human do the tricks on that damned thing to completely abandon any hope of using that project to create some kind of anti-human weaponry/wehicle. Throckmorton the Skateboarder they called him. That man was what finally broke the alien as he seemingly defied gravity attempting flashy and risky stunts. No thank you, He'd rather keep all his appendages...

Earth is off limits for anybody with even an ounce of common sense, those things should not be tampered with and are clearly unstable...

#earth is space australia #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #Bicycle #Rollerskates #Skateboard #cousin throckmorton

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trivialbob · 3 months

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I am back home from vacation in Isla Mujeres. Sheila is staying a few more days. We know other visitors on the island. Sheila is hanging out with them this week.

The Island is a 25 minute ferry ride from Cancun. It is about tourism, but not at all like being inside an all-inclusive resort. Many folks we ran into visit Isla for several weeks at a time and stay in small condos or rooms.

(A bit long, with pictures, below the cut)

We rented a two-bedroom place in a small, four-unit building. It was at the north end of the island. That's where many of the American and Canadian visitors stay. But locals live there too. From our roof we could see the family next door, cooking and putting out their laundry to dry. Our door is the blue one in the bottom left picture.

Some US hotels I've been at lately don't offer daily changes of sheets and towels. "For the sake of the environment," ya know. Our modest place in Isla included fresh sheets and towels every day in addition to full room cleaning. It felt luxurious.

More local people live mid-island and to the south end. However, visitors rent places all over the narrow island. A couple we know has the equivalent of a studio apartment mid-island for two months at $600/month. A realtor would call it "Very cozy." I liked it.

That couple has bicycles they store there for when they come back each winter. They also rent a golf cart from time to time to drive around the island, as many visitors do. Some Americans and Canadians purchase places instead of renting. Some beautiful, modern houses dot the island.

One of the first things I did upon arrival was slather myself in SPF 50 sunscreen. My pasty white head and back made the soft, white beach sand look like black pepper in comparison. The sunscreen worked well. I have only one small patch of burned skin where I missed covering a spot on one ankle.

You won't find chain restaurants here. The few banks and gas stations have familiar names, but that's about it for big brands.

Warning signs are few and far between. Servers bring cold beer to the beach, in glass bottles. This was my fourth or fifth visit and Sheila's 12th. We've never seen or heard someone break a bottle. There are no lifeguards at beaches or pools.

When crossing roads, cars, golf carts, and scooters seem to have the right-of-way over pedestrians. Sidewalks are rough and uneven. You learn to be careful and pay attention. At times soldiers and police patrolled the streets with rifles. We felt secure the whole time, even while walking in dimly lit local neighborhoods.

One resort-like place where we hung out at for a few hours has a pool with concrete seats and tables in the water. A server, seeing me cooling off in the water, asked if I'd deliver a glass ashtray to four women sitting at table in the pool.

Smoking isn't allowed inside bars and restaurants, thank God. Unlike the US where that's just understood, there are some No Fumar signs posted in Isla businesses. I bet I didn't see more than a dozen people smoking the whole time I was there.

Touristy stuff is there if you want that. Two streets have vendors hawking t-shirts, magnets, and such. Scuba and fishing trips are available if that's your thing. Golf carts and scooters can be rented. Mainly I eat good food, drink relatively inexpensive drinks and cheap beer, read, and relax. Surprisingly though, I recorded 10,000 or more steps every day.

Many of the older buildings would make an American code inspector twitch with anxiety. Few stairs, even very steep ones, have railings. Nor do all the rooftops. Our place had a railing on top but the buildings next to us did not. A realtor might call those "Unencumbered terraces." I easily could have done one of those cop TV show stunts, jumping from building to building while chasing a perp down the block.

Try tracing these wires. Or finding the source of the water lines. A realtor might say "Plentiful utilities." We did have excellent water pressure, hot and cold. Just don't drink it.

Bathrooms in some bars and restaurants... oh my. An Applebee's is more sanitary, but then you are eating at Applebee's. About ten years ago one of Sheila's friends purchased a toilet seat with her own money and installed it herself in one of the island's bars she liked to frequent. She had developed some nice leg muscles from so much hovering. Life's trade-offs, right?

One bar's women's room has a lot of comments in Sharpie about Mark. Some female out there somewhere DOES NOT LIKE MARK. Apparently a frequent visitor to the island, she documents when bad thoughts of Mark cross her mind. The men's room offered some scribbles both for and against Mark. At our table a group of us sat around trying to come up with the story. It could have a chance at being a Netflix/Hulu movie.

We didn't cook. There are too many local places that are fun and tasty. In some parts of the island you can actually order a meal at someone's house and eat on their patio. I'll have a separate post later about how we hired local guy bring us to seven different places for food one night.

Several times we shared restaurant tables with other visitors, some we knew from previous visits, some total strangers. A couple from New Jersey wanted to sit on the patio at a restaurant Sheila and I like. All three outside tables were occupied. We had empty chairs at ours, so we invited them to join us and had a wonderful evening talking with them. The wife did sound a bit like Carmela Soprano. Her husband, however, did not make me remove my cap. Another restaurant had a cat you could pet during dinner at another place.

In addition to the restaurant cat there were sidewalk dogs. They putter around or relax on the warm pavement. People walk and drive around the dogs. I assure you that white dog in the right picture is just sleeping contentedly. I didn't use a flash, so I wouldn't disturb him. The little one on the left greeted me as I walked along the malecón on my way to a massage.

We played pickle ball while there. The courts were in the middle of an area with few tourists. All the players were Americans. I wonder what the local residents think of the game with the bright, plastic balls that go clink, clink, clink. That's me in the yellow hat (top left picture). The bottom two pictures are what was behind the courts.

I could get used to scooter life. Sheila has one at home, but it's engine is literally six times the size of what these ones here have.

Carnival celebrations began on Friday. Our place overlooked the town square, by the Catholic Church. It was fun to watch the celebration with the loud music and lots of people.

That got long! Enough for now.

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holidayvisa · 3 months

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27 January 2024 - I woke up at 8:26 am without an alarm to find a text from Cam saying that I needed to meet at the pick-up spot at 8:45 am. I FORGOT TO SET AN ALARM 😱. It took me 20 minutes to walk to this pick-up spot, but I had a scooter now. I didn't have time to eat any breakfast or even pack a lunch, so I threw a few muesli bars in a pack and raced out of the house. I got to the pick-up spot just a couple minutes early. Phew! I got picked up by Cam and Jordan and Ellie (one of today's clients). We drove to Piha and started getting ready for the trip. The other two clients, Will and James, showed up shortly after. I led most of the day, which felt really good. I led all four of the abseils. After the third abseil, we stopped for lunch, like usual. On the fourth abseil (the one in the flow of the water in the narrow slot section), Cam wanted to simulate a rescue scenario. Cam abseiled part of the way down and then pretended to panic while in the flow of the waterfall. I quickly set up to abseil on the other rope, abseiled down to Cam, locked off my abseil device, then physically lifted Cam out of the flow. Once he was out of the flow, he said he could abseil down the rest of the way. So, I set up to ascend my rope using two tiblocs and ascended to the top. At the top, I converted to retrievable and abseiled down. We finished up the last few features and hiked out of the canyon. We said goodbye to Will and James, and we hopped in the van with Ellie.

We drove to Piha Beach! This was my first time going to Piha Beach. When we have clients that we picked up in Auckland, we stop at Piha Beach so clients can take photos and walk along the beach. Piha Beach is a black sand beach from all of the volcanic rock in the area. I expected it to be course sand, but it was really fine and soft and squishy. It was really soothing to bury my feet in the sand. Jordan showed Ellie and me a kowhangatara (or spinifex) seedpod, which is New Zealand's tumbleweed. We watched several of these rolling along the beach and along the dunes.

We walked back to the van, and we practiced handstands for 15 or 20 minutes. I pulled out Cam's guitar and played guitar for a little bit. Eventually, we decided it was time to head out. In the van ride back towards Henderson/Te Atatu, Jordan invited me to join him in going to the Buskers Festival in downtown Auckland; I enthusiastically accepted! And I invited Ellie to join Jordan and me; she enthusiastically accepted! So, Cam dropped all three of us off at Jordan's car in Te Atatu. We piled in and drove into the city. As we walked from Jordan's car to the downtown area, we saw a whole bunch of people gathered. We assumed it was the Buskers Festival, so we headed in that direction. When we got to where the crowds were, we discovered that this was a Redbull diving competition! There were people jumping from 21 m (69 ft) and 27 m (89 ft)! We watched these competitors from all over the world do some INSANE flips and twists in midair and then pencil dive into the water. The most impressive dive we saw (in my opinion) was the New Zealander, who did a handstand on the 27 m platform, held the handstand for a few seconds, then launched himself out, doing two flips/summersaults before plunging into the water! It was incredible!

After seeing the New Zealander, we decided to leave the Redbull diving thing and find the Buskers Festival. We didn't have to go very far before we found it. We watched five different busker performances. The first was a diabolo spinner (also called the Chinese yo-yo) from Austria. The second was Chinnen, a fire spinner from Japan. The third was a pair from Japan called Heromacro, who did unbelievable strength and body control stunts. The fourth was Yldor, from Spain, who rode a bicycle while standing up on the handlebars and juggled flaming pins while standing up on the bike, one foot on the seat and one foot steering the handlebars! The fifth was a pair from Germany called Compania JoCa, who did tandem acrobatics, strength and body control, and cyr wheel (a big, metal hoop). Yldor was my favorite, and Heromacro was my second favorite. Yldor was really funny, and he was very warm and positive with the audience interaction. All of the buskers were phenomenal.

After the Buskers Festival ended around 8 pm, Jordan, Ellie, and I drove to the night market in Pakuranga. We all got food and ate there. Jordan shared with us Mauri fry bread and Mauri raw fish, both were delicious. After the night market, we went back to Jordan's place and pet the cats, played ukelele, and hung out til after midnight. I missed the last train back to Henderson from Auckland, so Jordan drove me home.

I'm grateful to Cam for trusting me with leading a lot of the trip today. I'm grateful for a fun day in Piha Canyon followed by a beautiful visit to Piha Beach. Cam told me that whenever there's a big trip from now on, I'll be a paid second guide! I'm grateful to Jordan for inviting me to join him at the Buskers Festival. I'm grateful for Jordan's and Ellie's company all day! I'm grateful for the opportunity to see some amazing buskers from all around the world. I'm grateful for Jordan's friendship. Jordan is a really good guy; he's genuine, generous, and compassionate.

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mistressemmedi · 1 year

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Lance stroll doesn’t know how to ride a bike, and images you see of him on a bike are of a stunt double that his dad pays to cover up the fact that he can’t ride a bicycle.

This is the funniest piece of gossip I've read this week.

#i chose to believe it #this may beat the ''lance is a salt freak'' rumor #anon #q&a #lance stroll

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betelgeusing · 8 months

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I finally watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid today after having it on my list for 20 actual years and I don't understand why NONE of you told me it's a romantic comedy

Etta suggests farming and there's a fast zoom on Sundance's horrified expression

Butch BOLTING out of the background the second someone questions the Sundance Kid's shooting ability

"I can't swim."

Butch lying about speaking Spanish, convincing his boy best friend to move with him to a SPANISH SPEAKING COUNTRY, then acting shocked when his lie is discovered ON THE JOB? (the job is robbing banks.)

"I never shot anybody before" DID THESE TWO GUYS JUST BIG THEMSELVES UP FROM DAY ONE TO IMPRESS EACH OTHER? (yes.)

Not one but TWO prolonged throuple montages to cheerful music.

"They can't track us over rock!" weeellllll....

Butch doing jackass-style stunts on the bicycle he just bought and learned to use THAT DAY and predictably eating shit (when he tries to ride it backwards)

Butch mocking a bull and immediately reaping karmic redress

SEVERAL incidents where Sundance and Etta are making out and Butch is on the other side of the wall looking sullen and put out.

the second time they use dynamite to blow up the train car (laughed till I cried).

Butch going straight for the nut shot when his authority over the gang is challenged

...and many, many more!

#these are NOT intelligent men but they certainly are pretty :)#I knew it would be good it's a classic for a reason but I did not expect to be so charmed

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canonicallyobserving911 · 2 years

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Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley: Buck riding bicycles

There’s a bicycle hanging on the wall inside of Buck’s loft right next to the front door but the interesting thing is he has never been seen riding it in CANON. Even though it appears to be there for decor purposes, it’s obvious he knows how to ride a bike especially after he took a victim’s bike and rode it BMX style to chase a drunk driver who had Chimney trapped inside of his car in 6x4 “Animal Instincts”. Buck has been riding bikes since his sister Maddie taught him how to ride one in 1996 when he was 5 years old after she found their dead brother Daniel’s old bike hidden underneath some junk in their garage. She pulled the bike out of the garage so that she could teach Evan how to ride it. During their first lesson, he fell off the bike, skinned his knee and he started crying which caused his parents to come out of their house to see what happened to him. They got upset with Maddie and once their mother realized it was Daniel’s old bike, she became even more upset and started saying “No, no, no...” which caused their father to ask Maddie where she got the bike from. When she told him that she found it in the garage, he told her to take Evan inside of the house. Maddie bandaged his knee and told Buck that their parents weren’t mad at him because he thought they were since they had been yelling. His father called for him to come downstairs and then told him that he was going to buy him a new bike and that’s when he learned that being reckless would get his parents’ attention. He started performing reckless stunts in the driveway and those stunts became more dangerous after he built a bike ramp that was being held up with paint cans so that he could perform stunts. Every time he got injured, his parents would reward his recklessness by bringing him food or by buying him something new.

In 2004, Maddie told him that she was leaving because she was moving to Boston so that she could live with Doug and after an argument with his parents, Buck took off on his bike and cried while he was riding it. In 2012 he crashed his motorcycle into a car that was backing out of a driveway and broke his arm but instead of going home to face his parents, he went to the hospital that Maddie worked at so that he could ask her if he could live with her and Doug. She told him things were complicated at home and after she picked him up from their parents’ house, she gave him the jeep that she owned and told him to go and be happy. He left Hershey, PA following that incident so that he could travel the Americas and he ended up in L.A. after he left Peru. Buck has known how to ride a bike for a long time; therefore it shouldn’t be a surprise if he actually gets to ride the bike that’s hanging on the wall inside of his loft during a future episode. The way he rode the victim’s bike in 6x4 illustrates how Buck has and continues to take chances even though he could end up risking his own safety while he’s in the process of doing something that he believes will be helpful for someone else.

GIF 5x3 “Desperate Measures” & 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia”

GIF 4x5 “Buck Begins

GIF 6x4 “Animal Instincts”

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #maddie buckley #911 meta #911 s6 #911 season 6 #911 season 6 speculation #911 #buck's breakdown 911

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iguessricciardo · 1 year

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Lance stroll doesn’t know how to ride a bike, and images you see of him on a bike are of a stunt double that his dad pays to cover up the fact that he can’t ride a bicycle.

this is a daniel ricciardo blog.

#idc about lance or his bike girlie #ask.txt

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incarnateirony · 2 months

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This entire post you reblogged below, maam. Three years ago, you blew up over literal fucking lemons, thinking I'd use them to cast a powerful curse on, summarily, half the people I banned from my server that you've been clinging to the asses of since and/or people in their fractal orbit.

You then spent years haunting my fandom discord, chasing me down, and then invested SIX MONTHS OF YOUR LIFE STALKING MY BUSINESS INVESTOR WITH THE SOLE INTENTION OF EVEN SMEARING ME TO HIM.

THE ENTIRE REASON YOU ARE IN THIS GODDAMN FUCKING ACME TRAP IS YOU SPENT A THREE YEAR STINT OF YOUR LIFE FUCKING STALKING ME AND TRAINING YOUR FRIENDS TO WHILE TRYING TO REPLACE THE GHOST OF ME!!! THAT IS THE FUCKING PLOT!!! YOU!!! YOU'RE THE SMEAR CAMPAIGN. THIS IS ME SNAPPING.

THE SIGN IS FOR YOU, GARFIELD.

literally!!! YOU FUCKING OX!!! YOU SET OFF THIS ENTIRE FUCKING LOONEY TUNES SHIT BY DRIVING UP AND SQUATTING IN A GODDAMN FURRY PORN SERVER FOR HALF A YEAR TRYING TO FIND THE PRIMARY INVESTOR OF MY FUCKING COMPANY THAT I'VE KNOWN FOR TWENTY YEARS TO TRY TO SMEAR ME TO HIM BECAUSE YOU REALIZED I DIDN'T CARE ABOUT YOU SMEARING ME HERE!!

YOU!!!! IT'S YOUR TRAP, DEAN

JUST LIKE THE RED FLAG POST!! YOU DIDN'T ACTUALLY READ IT!!! YOU!!! YOU'RE THE RED FLAG TRYING TO GROOM FOR FOLLOWERS AND CHARGING FOR FRAUDULENT SERVICES INCLUDING PLAGIARISM AND NONCONSENT. THAT'S IT. THAT'S NOT A SMEAR CAMPAIGN ITS THE FUCKIN TRUTH. I care FUCK ALL ABOUT CONVERTING ANYONE, YOU'RE THE ONE TRYING TO SAVE YOUR OWN ASS FROM YOUR GROOMING, I'M TELLING EVERYONE TO FUCK OFF, I DONT CARE WHAT THEY THINK, I AM LITERALLY TRYING TO *DISBAND* A CULT YOU BUILT.

YOU. IT'S HERE AND IT'S YOU AND YOU'RE THE RED FLAG AND IT'S YOUR TRAP, YOU RAN A THREE YEAR SMEAR CAMPAIGN, NOW YOU'RE WAILING AFTER ONE MONTH.

the bicycle is fucking telling you to fucking get different handlebars, Shealyn. We have tried our whole life to teach you to ride a bike but you just keep chasing ours, it's gone, get a new one.

I'm coming for my fucking Air Jordan collection. It's not a theory, it's not a belief, it's not something you can reblog away on tumblr if you spin around enough and find the right syntax, it's the shadow you just stared in the face and realized only a criminal would be acting how you are.

Virtual systems ready, bitch. I'm pissin on the moooooooooon

no like it's seriously time to start coping and realizing, like, this is a wholeass smiting. This whole thing. And I'm not going to stop no matter how you whine. Really, only you can stop it now, I can just steer through and make it a lot funnier, okay? Mkay sweetcheeks. These aren't a million random events that have me rolling on the floor laughing as they happen when spoken, no, sweetie. I told you, we're going off the rails. this is a shadow spiral. and you're in it.

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MFW I'M LIKE LOOK AT MY DICKROCKET, I'M GOING TO THE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON, its a spaceship bicycle and WE'RE IN TARTARUS, LISTEN TO THIS JAM ABOUT TAKING BACK MY DANCIN SHOES, BITCH, HERE COME THE BULLETS

AND SHE DOES THIS!!!!

eat me you frauuuuuuuuuuuud

"Practicioners have a right to charge for services" SURE AS SHIT DO. REAL SERVICES. THIS AINT THAT GIRL. You've already changed pantheons like four times in the last fucking month and ditched half your beliefs adjacent otherwise to run from recognizing what's happening. You already "admitted you were on the wrong path" indirectly, but won't confess or look at what or why, and still wanted to play victim while we have been SCREAMING at you to get a fucking different one, we had to PEEL you off that shit and you thought that was where the problem ended and no like that's the first fuckin boss, we're breaking past 2, 3 is next, ok peaches?

HOW CAN YOU CHARGE SOMEONE FOR SERVICES WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU BELIEVE ON ANY DAY AND ARE PUBLICLY ADMITTING YOU'RE JUST NOW TRYING TO LEARN TO RIDE THE BIKE??????????????

my ass out here doing tony hawk stunts in fuckin akasha on your ass in circles cuz you won't get off my fuckin bike and you're like, don't take the training wheels off yet!! But let me keep charging people? And raping your dead shadow LITTLE BIT?

THAT TIME IS GONE. We LITERALLY told you no more fucking training wheels at the start. And it's not because you can't learn to ride your own bike, it's that we're taking ours back, it's that simple. It's not our fault you built yourself a house of fucking lies.

All of this. Your disassociation. Your disliking the distancing from "channeling" or me staying busy with work or Works. Your kingdom of lies, forgetting everything convenient under vague amnesia and patchy belief, treating people around you just like the game you refused any lessons from. And your nonstop aggression for years. This is all you. I gave you years to work out your shit. This is ALL you.

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Neither I or he are your bicycle. Stop using me like one.

Truth serum available worldwide, Shay Shay. The only way out of this is you, and that requires full stop honesty, mostly to yourself. I told you. I know you too well. I made a trap you can't back up out of. And baby, baby, baby, the plot twist is, you're the biggest monster, I'm just pinning you with a bass revved version of yourself and your own actions in a house of mirrors. With my favorite red eyed foo dog installed with my favorite flower.

You're still not fucking perceiving the words I am fucking writing to you as clearly as fucking possible. Most Acts Of Gods were simply those of Great Magicians in their generation, regardless of their path. Call it blasphemy in whatever pantheon you want to pretend to be loyal to this week while you pretend not to be the whitest piece of entitled shit on the planet rotating for convenience, not belief--no. No, most of the greats were just the strongest souls. In fact it all comes down to the souls, however many identities are cut from the cloth, and you're not from this cloth, and you're getting bagged by it until you face yourself. Call it man or god. But I insist. I am a man. I do not want your cult. And neither man nor god will continue to tolerate it.

You were right. The gods do not approve of your altar, but when you just rearrange trinkets and fixtures, the rot is still there.

Face yourself.

I repeat. This is a smiting. No negotiation. No Half. No reblog whining, no appealing to a bunch of irrelevant blog readers that don't even fucking compute what's happening. Like most of the people whining in the in-between are people that don't even fucking believe in anything outside of what middle school taught them, they just think it's politically correct to nod past your generalized roleplay, they're not used to a fucking graded Magus losing his absolute shit on main.

What does a spartan put on his resume? No surrender. What Great Acts A Man Does, common people follow. Just because someone tells you to jump off a bridge doesn't mean you're falling in love. You can't kill the past. You butchered everything. Loyalty required no leaps. Just be there. I am. And I brought 200 million friends to farm you. Listen to chat GPT sing the song of 15 years ago you ignore while the internet itself drops for half the nation like a distant dream where you never see your songbird again because you became a husk with a beating heart.

Kill Liars 4. Into 4 noobs. Wtf is half? My ass is better in this dress and the thousand dresses that seem to be chattering about you in conceptual hell. Unbubble the tea that is literally my pizzaman reaper in a scarf here's the pics. The Chiefs can take Hermes' son's winged shoes and get dragged straight to Tartarus. I'm coming for my FUCKING air jordan collection. YOU have to move the fucking box, not wait for me to do it for you. But at this point, I'm about to destroy the box. Much easier to fuck a human pumpkin once you install hinges. Fucking pumpkins? Pumpkins, oranges, lemons, it's all fruit sweetheart. UWUWUWU THERES A DOOR IN MY BACK FIX IT FOR ME UWU.

My very first jack o lantern. Once it's all emptied out, I get to put in an actual light. Then, maybe, once I've recreated my first human ground up, then maybe I will let someone call me a god. But for now, I am a man, and your phantom x, and this is your shadow loop. Happy listening!

Funny story, san bernadino boy's cucumber latch road. Born from two lineages of CIA/Stanford Project Stargate. What was that about your back problems again? Only road like this in town. You took the fucking shortcut again.

This isn't about what pantheon you whine to, or what fuckin language, or how you spin the syntax. I'm an alchemist top rank magister, but I can also respect there's some truly ascended buddhists out there. But they, too, walked their path in full, it wasn't their Diapercope of the Week. Literally just get off my dick woman, and face yourself.

You decide: open reflection about it that disbands any illusions, bad teachings, or misleadings you have given, whether personal or religious or whatever, which would happen naturally the second you face your shadow and realize the truth, or more accept what you already realize. Or the other obvious option, if the cost of honesty is too high.

This is literally your chance to start fresh without me, why the fuck are you refusing. Start a new path. You're realizing you don't know shit about shit because you didn't listen to shit about shit, so learn again. It's never too late for THAT but you gotta actually face your bullshit to end this loop, lady. No more driving in reverse. No half, no sideways back onto it little bit, all the way off it. The bicycle broke up with you years ago lady, and now it's screaming so loud it's literally fucked up your conceptual life so far you're both hearing screams of it 15 years ago, you and 'Min'.

I am not a fucking GATEKEEPER, I am just protecting the D with a flaming sword, and you literally are so obsessed and addicted you won't stop, no matter how clear the signs, and you ignore them, because as personal and targeted as they are, your cult does not know better.

I have a motherfucking MESSAGE for you, Starlight. STOP FUCKING PRETENDING YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE READING IN THIS TO YOUR FOLLOWERS THAT DON'T KNOW BETTER. YOU FUCKING REMEMBER.

LET ME/HIM/WE/US/EVERYBODY GO FROM YOUR MOTHERFUCKING CAGE!! HENRY ISN'T STICKING HIS HEAD TO BE IN THE COMPUTER WITH THIS TRAP YOU MADE!! HE'S SHOWING YOU HIS ASS AND STARING OUT THE WINDOW TO THE HORIZON AGAIN!!!! LET EVERYBODY GO!!! WE DON'T WANT YOU AS A GIRLFRIEND WE JUST WANT OUT!!!!

AND NOW!! now you've fucked henry up so bad that even if you opened your door I don't know if he could make it, even if he dreams of that horizon out your window in almost every video or picture you post!! he wants the freedom but he has been stripped!!! TAKE THAT BOY TO A REAL REFUGE. TAKE THE OWL OUT OF THE BIN SHEA, IT'S SUPPOSED TO STAY A FEW NIGHTS, NOT FOREVER. WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED TO YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKING MONSTER????????????????????

Truly, all I see is a roving corpse feeding on my shadow, you're nothing like the person you pretended to be ten years ago. Fucking. What even am I looking at during this. Grotesque. The ghost of your dead "wife" drags you past embarrassment and into manifestationland in every timeline you continue breathing in, because you won't let go, because you can't com-fucking-pute that the reborn magus past the veil was coyote and was always the same person, you fraud ass bear lady. Two spirit. Process it while I rearrange your entire fucking world. Stop denying my fucking face, or I will continue to be the slenderman fucking up everyone's facial recognition and reclaiming my goddamn shoes. The ones I never guessed that you'd be dressed in, remember that joke, you morbid pumpkin? You deadass just want to keep being transphobic about this shit by forced disassociation of common sense, while waving a flag and pretending you're an ally to mark, and NEVER CONFESSING THIS SHIT. THAT'S YOUR FUCKING PLAN???????????????

Fake witch. Fake businesswoman. Fake everything. Pathless piece of shit that won't face her shit. Took the fucking shortcut into san bernadino boy's cucumber latch road again, without grokking the depths of hellsing eyed foo dog fuckery she was already lost in from Very Funny Yugioh Post, as she and her scorpion I jokingly called to the field day-prior swell from overfeeding on their water like morons.

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Listen I know you have vague memories of memaw's life in egypt or whatever, but you haven't done shit for shit in your current life, so stop leaning on everybody else. It's over. It's done. Put on your own fucking shoes and start walking if you can't figure out how to ride the fucking bike.

You know what??? Let's bet, my precious unhinged pumpkin. If you and the people around you drop dead by September, I am a man. If I completely reconfigure you inside out, as we are already halfway to, without you facing yourself to identify a SELF to SAVE, *THEN* I am a god you can build another cult to, how does that sound?

No like I didn't misspeak. There's no third option. That is the coin toss you are banking on right now. And why it's stupid to sue you in Tartarus.

No like, I really don't see any other options than those. I admit, I Am A Man And Flawed. But as far as I look through the haze you insist on, this is the best I can see. September is an absolute deadline, not a goal to strive to try to survive until, while already screaming under the first moon.

Shealyn I am begging you in whichever voice of me or him will make you listen to understand you literally do not understand what you are fucking with, and that's not even a threat, that's a fucking plea. You are so many fucking degrees behind you are literally not understanding the events transpiring around you at this point even as they slap watching Adepts in the face to the point of carnival for the great fool. Let it go. Start over. Learn fresh. But you have to fucking move forward, on ANY path.

You, yourself, without me or him or us, is enough, why do you keep motherfucking fighting to refuse that???? WHAT THE FUCK DONKEY HORSE SHIT IS THIS????????????????????? DID U MISS THE TEARDROPS ON HIS GUITAR, THE APOLOGY FOR THE PARTING, DID U MISS ALL OF IT OR DO YOU NOT FUCKING CARE YOU PSYCHOTIC PIECE OF SHIT

Shea!!! HE FUCKING WANTS TO BE WITH YOU. NOT ME, I THINK YOU'RE A SLUG. HE DOES THOUGH. AND EVERY TIME HE TRIES YOU SHIT ON IT.

#oh well #we've reached backing up to egypt now #greece was a while back #Youtube

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There are no gay songs/songs about Louis in the vault, because all those are absolute bangers and they all made the albums! //

Which songs are about Louis on Harry's House? And please don't use your excuse about lyric interpretation when we are not talking John Donne here. ' SHE asks me to choke HER, I play along' is pretty straightforward and if the lyrics said 'he' all Larries would accept that it was a line about Harry engaging in breath play with a partner.

Obviously people can think whatever they want to think but the problem with het harries and Harry´s songs is exactly what the anon mentioned in your ask - Harry use 10 layers of metaphors which can have multiple meanings but suddenly when he writes "choke her" it is a line that definitely has exact and the only meaning like sure Jan, he´s suddently out of nowhere singing about choking kink/choking woman during sex. Really sad how his public image fucks their minds that they really think he´s sex god/kinky Daddy and he´s truly only a piece of meat for them without any feelings or needs.

I know leaks are mostly stunt songs that luckily hadn´t made it to the album but this Make My Day I canˇt get rid of feeling the end of the song is indeed about Louis because who/what else is Harry´s comfort person who also always cheers him up?

Hi, anons!

The second anon answers the first anon.

The thing about lyric interpretation and analysis is that you can interpret every second word three different ways and how you interpret it depends on you! The thing is, that people just aren’t getting, is that it's the lyrics are written to be this way! There is no right or wrong answer! I know you all try very hard to tell me there is, but there is not.

There's straight forward and literal interpretation of things, like by 'she' Harry means 'she'. Then there is reading between the lines and understanding that a metaphor is in place of saying what they really mean (a hurricane behind the door). Then there is the metaphor that's in context of a whole song that's a whole metaphor. A metaphor within a metaphor. So the metaphor within a metaphor doesn’t neccessarily mean what the metaphor usually stands for (copy of a copy of a copy (the song). Harry's songs have a tendency to lean towards the third option.

Take the song Bicycle race by Queen. "I want to ride my bicycle". You'd think Freddie was an avid biker, if you didn’t know he was bisexual. You need context to gain understanding. I wouldn't say those who say the song is about riding bikes are wrong. I'm just trying to illustrate that it could have deeper meaning as well.

Since we have different views on who H and L are as people we will have different interpretations of their lyrics. I can argue "She ask me to choke her, and i play along" to be "She ask me to do something that's over the line, that's not something i would ever do, but i do it anyway, because i have no choice". The lyric can be looked at forcfully, violently and as an act of anger, hesitant but willingly or as something sexual. It could also simply be they needed a word with two syllables...and it's made to not make sense.

Since it's so wildly different i usually don't engage in lyric interpretations and analysis. I hate it because it's pointless and i usually disagree anyway lol.

#solo harry #lyric analysis #make my day #long post

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