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[handsling]

Watching the UCI World Championships provides plenty of inspiration to ride your bike, and especially to race at the velodrome. Handsling TR3evo riders were out in force in Glasgow. A special mention to two riders competing in their debut worlds - Team GB para-cyclist Millie Cass and Adam Krenek of Czechia. Their performance is further proof of the race credentials of the TR3evo at the highest level.

[lost-my-sanity1]

my brain is literally going thru it today

icc champions trophy: PANIC Disappointment THRILL

louis in india: ECSTASY FUCKING DREAM COME TRUE

[slapbass]

joycons killed my hands ow oof owie

[britishcyclesport]

Transcontinental Race Competitor

Transcontinental competitor Tom Humphrey Meet Tom Humphrey, he’s fairly new to cycling, but enjoys a challenge; the longer the better. So this year he’ll be riding one of cycling’s hardest solo events, the Transcontinental Race. Meet Tom Humphrey, he’s going to attempt the Transcontinental! The Transcontinental Race (TCR) is the definitive self-supported bicycle race across Europe. It’s a…

[patheticpeoplesupreme]

Sparks In A Socket

[Airplane turns into a lightning demon — because system wanted some fun]

[just a WIP lol I can never do full oneshots because I love skipping all over the place haha don’t we love cliffhangers?]

He tried to breathe, he really did. But fuck, how could one NOT panic when there’s a storm surrounding the mountain AND THRE ARE BURSTS OF LIGHTNING COMING FROM HIS—HIS HANDS WERE TURNING LIGHT BLUE????

WHAT THE FUCK.

He glared at the system through his blurring vision, dammit, he didn’t even do anything weird this time!!! He was just doing paperwork!?!

[ (ง•̀.•́)ง Fight on, User 01!]

“Why—“ He stuttered on his breath, fighting the urge to curl up into himself, knowing that doing that would make the scent of burnt ash worse, “Why do I—Why lightning powers?”

[It’s a special event! User 02 has also turned into a demon for a brief period of time.]

Helpful! Really helpful!

“Can you please change my powers, System!?” Shang Qinghua pleaded desperately, see? You can see he’s really desperate because he’s using his “please’s” (and kneeling on the ground sobbing)

[System can do that for 1000000 B points!]

THAT’S ABSURD, AND A SCAM!?!? HOW HARD CAN CHANGING A POWER BE???

[(┳◇┳) it takes a lot of power!]

Screw you System!!!?!?!?

Shakily, he wrote a letter to his head disciple, telling her that he’ll be leaving for a while and another for Shen Qingqiu. He taps on the pendant that Mobei—Jun gave him so that he could travel around between the palace and the sect with ease and tried to take comfort in the chill and lack of thunder blaring in his ears.

The jitters scuttle all over the palm of his hands, and he flinches at the sight of sparks. He could see the snow on his fingers melting, maybe this was a bad idea?

No— he just needs to get inside of his palace, to his room, where everything’s blocked off and where he’ll be safe and where everyone around him is safe—God he can now understand why Elsa locked herself away when she accidentally hurt her sister— He darts inside, not giving a second glance to the guards’ bewildered look at his back.

—

He huddled as close to the fire as he could, trying not to stare at the frost on his window. The frost made the window translucent, some parts of the window had water droplets that had yet to be frozen. Some slipped down the window. He really tried not to stare at those.

His body was restless, he couldn’t stop twitching, he tried rubbing his hands together, but it only fueled the sparks in his hands, static static static— not dangerous, he reminded himself.

He would be fine.

He’s probably immune to the sparks, the lightning, he’s fine.

His gaze fall back to the drips of water.

It reminds him of the water bottle next to his computer. It reminds him of the cup noodles sitting right in front of him, tumbling tumbling tumbling— it’s NOT TUMBLING.

Shang Qinghua leans against the wall and shuts his eyes.

Just breathing.

inhale exhale. inhale exhale. inhale exhale.

“Qinghua?”

Many things happened after that statement.

1. He jumped away from the voice, almost mashing his back against the wall, unintentionally slapping the big cold hand that was reaching for him.

2. He didn’t scream, no, Shang Qinghua let out an eardrum—shattering shriek and with his eyes popping open with shock, along with the sound of thunder rumbled through the room.

3. Various flashes of light burst from his hands, a few crackling bursts crashed into the window glass, shattering it completely causing the icy winds to come into the room. Some sparks of lightning ricocheted off his wall breaking the lamp above his head, some singed the wooden parts of his bed and his desk.

After the lightning died down, he stared right into the dumbfounded ice demon’s eyes, mind completely blank, his body completely shutting down on him in his panic.

He had a full view of the destruction, he could feel the shards of glass from the lamp above him, the glow from his handsl, the rumbling of thunder in his ears doesn’t dissipate, nor does the smell of fire or the tingling feeling in his bones. He’s not dying, Shang Qinghua reminds himself, he’s not.

He’s not in pain, he’s completely dry and he just hit his king and the air in his lungs is leaving him.

“S—Sorry—“ he stuttered out, trying to hit his chest into breathing again, it only kind of helps.

He could swear that Mobei-Jun had a concerned look on his face.

—

[eastonsadie]

"Ohw, thank you." She says, voice small.

It's sort of weird, how comfortable she's gotten with Viktoria touching her unprompted. She can remember back a few months ago, when they'd first met; she'd almost found her uncomfortable and offputting and strange, the way she was always so close, and in her space, and touching her, whether it's her hair or her shoulders, or her arms or her handsl

There's a small part of her that feels like she should still feel that way, like an instinct is warning or or something, but the touch of slender fingers against her chin, the way her eyes twinkle in the dark here... the way even now, she's thinking about the way the light, what little there is, is hugging the lines of her face - these aren't really thoughts she's had before Viktoria, or if she had, they were so fleeting or quickly dismissed or... ignored. Right where she should be, Vik says, and Sadie feels hypnotized almost, the way those words feel like validation more than anything, watches her talk, and then they're.

What are they doing? Whoa, hey!

It just sort of happens, to, the way Viktoria kisses her, and it scrambles whatever she'd been about to say about confidence and female friends and solidarity and woop-de-doo what is her mind doing right now. "Uh-hm..." She says when Viktoria pulls back from the little stolen kiss. "Er..."

What if she just...

Sadie leans in, tries to kiss Viktoria back, but it's a little deeper than just a brush of the lips or a peck; it's something a little starved; because this feels right, she's been, she realizes, thinking about this for weeks now, if not months. How many sleepless nights spend with herself, picturing something not entirely unlike this scenario? It scares her, because it's as familiar a feeling as it is alien. When it's done, she pulls back, breathless, red cheeked, and a little shaken.

Viktoria watches her, wonders what she's thinking about. There's an easy way to find out, she realizes. And moves back down to sit next to her again. With the light, she can.. Oh. She's speaking. Right, answering her question. "You neither fragile nor an idiot." ..ish.

She reaches over, and cups Sadie's cheek, long chilly fingers grazing at strands of brunette hair. It would be so easy to just drain her and leave her, but there's more she wants to explore here, more she wants to pull from her. "I think you're exactly where you should be." Manipulation or no.

"This is not something that happens frequently, and you will make new friends here, find a new love." She smiles, cracking that neutrality she always crafts. There's not much else to say, so she leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to her lips. She's not trying to start anything, just provide.. the option.

[bespokechainrings]

Repost from @handslingbikes of @stuofhengroen superb photo and build 🙌 Such a gorgeous shot Stu! • Enjoying a few laps at @alkekvelodrome before the next training block starts... My bike is so nice! @handslingbikes @aerocoachuk @bespokechainrings @srmpower @zippspeed #bespokechainrings #bespoke #arches #stealthrosearches #chainring #handslingbikes #handsling #cyclingracing #instacycling #instacycle #cyclingphotos #cyclingphotography #cyclingshots #cyclinglife #cyclinglifestyle #instabike #cyclingpassion #cyclingphotooftheday #bicycle #bikeframe #trackbike #bikerace #trackracing #cyclingpics #instacyclist #cyclinglove #goneriding #bikeporn #cycling #cyclist https://www.instagram.com/p/CZxOPQ7B_hI/?utm_medium=tumblr

[googookid]

Sleek, yet muscular. 📸 @fivesbikes // @asphaltsaege__ . . . #handslingbikes #handsling #aerobike #zippwheels #corima #rotorbike #discwheel #libertyfxd #keirin #pista #픽시 #ピスト #死飞 https://www.instagram.com/p/CUEXQtjhtRB/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ge]

everyones a fan  until they see me drawing massive man tits 🙄

[hizokucycles]

Reposted from @brixton_bullet Dad's new Handsling track bike is so hot! Amazing 'Oil Slick' paint job is gorgeous. He said one day it will be mine. Any excuse to get another bike! #cycling #cyclinglife #bike #bikelife #velodrome #trackcycling #bicycle #racing #roadcycling #roadbike #cycling #cyclinglife #bike #bikelife #velodrome #bicycle #racing #singlespeed #fixedgear @handslingbikes #hizokucycles Hizokucycles.com https://www.instagram.com/p/CgdDDcgvLcz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[handsling]

Gravel riding is one of the fastest growing cycling disciplines. But let’s face it, your typical gravel ride will also feature a fair share of road sections. We’ve created the perfect bike set up for mixing the road and the rough stuff, one combining a lightweight yet rugged carbon frame with sturdy alloy wheels and the sweet spot of gear ratios for multiple terrain.

[spacebunsz]

look at ghostburs tiny handsl

[irailleth-archive]

I tried me hand at pixel art :”)) (one’s transparent)

DO NOT USE FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL STUFF !!

[britishcyclesport]

Handsling Racing

Handsling Racing go ‘cross Handsling Racing is a collection of riders who all own Handsling bikes. The club isn’t centred on a geographic location, rather we’re all united by our love of our bikes! Many of us take part in the winter madness that is cyclo-cross! Between us we ride in three different leagues: Wessex, Central and the London and South East. One of our collective, Scott Heyhoe, has…

[thetwistedargent]

In like 2 years tbtp are gonna let me touch patients and like practice medicmw and I’m just like legit shook

Like me.... wooooah

The room is spinning and like ina few years y’all gonna put somebody else’s life in my handsl

Life is wild

[nekora-rayven709]

Was practicing drawing hands at work. I'm not that good at handsl