#iconic racer jacket

[bacchuschucklefuck]

this has been a roller coaster of a design journey but finally I can present you: class swap artificer!adaine and rogue!fabian

[canisalbus]

hi i ride motorcycle year round and wanted to chime in. for vasco's small around-town trips he'd probably be fine with his ears free, but for longer trips at higher speeds or when its cold out he'd want them protected. probably by tucking them under his chin into the collar of a jacket and then putting a scarf or bandana on. also goggles would be helpful if a full helmet wasn't wanted. since they're in europe and around italy specifically he could have a nice ducati (fast rockety sport bikes) or a cafe racer (much more like a motorized bicycle but they can still have a lot of power) a cafe racer would offer a lot of seat space for machete to be thoroughly uncomfortable in lol

i love your ocs they're great thanks for all the cool art :)

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[myvintagelover]

★ LANA DEL REY ★

B&W racer jacket icons

[tosotd-wwe]

McLaren Orange

*based off the song “tennessee orange” by megan moroney*

lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: fluff *first person pov*

summary: y/n was raised in a ferrari family, but a special driver in the papaya car gets her to wear the mclaren orange.

I felt as if I was going to throw up. My hand hovered over my mothers contact, shaking from the knots in my stomach. I knew I shouldn't be nervous, but knowing the way my family is I couldn't help it. Finally after convincing myself to tap the icon, my phone began to ring. The ring went on an awful long time, making me feel even more terrified.

"Hi Mama," I say into the phone once she picked up.

"Hey darling," Her sweet voice echos into my ear. How am I supposed to tell her this?

"I've got some news for you," My voice cracks.

"Is everything alright? You're not in trouble are you?" Her tone becomes serious, I could tell she had her eyebrow raised looking towards my father.

"I'm not in trouble, Mama" I laugh slightly, "But, don't tell dad about this, please."

There was silence on the other side of the phone. I knew she was debating listening to my request, but also on not. I heard her shuffle around a bit. Maybe she headed into a different room for privacy.

"I know you guys raised me to know right from wrong, and I know you're thinking I did something wrong, but don't worry everything is okay." I sigh, "It's just, I've never really felt this way. I don't know where to start."

"You can tell me anything, sweetheart." She reassures me, my heartbeat already calming down.

"I met this guy," I mentally smack my head in embarrassment.

"Oh, I was expecting something totally different." She laughs loudly.

"He's got these gorgeous blue eyes." I feel my cheeks grow warm just thinking about the way his eyes look into mine. "He even opens the door for me. I don't think he's made me cry once."

I had met Lando after the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix. A couple of my friends and I decided to go out for the night, we needed some freedom. Just that morning we were all wearing our red gear, cheering for the Ferrari's as they raced. Lando just happened to be at the club we decided to go to. He was with a couple of his friends, hanging around the dj booth in the back. I must have felt risky that day because I walked up to him, congratulating him on his race. Yes, I congratulated the enemy. We ended up talking a little longer. A little longer was the rest of the night.

"He's not from where we're from." I explained, "But, he feels like home somehow."

"Where's he from?" She qustions.

"The United Kingdom, Bristol actually." I tell her.

"He sounds like a very lovely guy," She compliments him. This makes my heart warm. Hopefully the rest of the story wont make her too upset.

"I've done things I've never done before with him, Mama." She could probably hear my wide smile through the phone. "He took me to this beautiful restaurant the other night. Oh, and we went cliff diving too!"

Talking about just a few of the adventures we had been on together already made my stomach burst with butterflies. Thinking back to when our hands were holding tight to each other as we jumped off the tall cliff, waiting for our fall to be caught by the blue water. When he gave me his jacket after our dinner because it was raining.

"There is one thing though," I hesitate.

"What is it?"

"Mama, he's a driver." I try to lead up to the fact that he's a big racing star, but not for our big team.

"He's a driver? Like a racer?" Her voice fills with excitement. "Are you dating Charles Leclerc?"

"No Mama, not him." I laugh, "He's not on Ferrari."

Yet again there was a silence on the other end of the phone.

"Mama, he drives for McLaren." I whisper, a weight being lifted off my shoulders as I did so. "Lando Norris."

I heard the door open from the phone, she was walking up to my father.

"He took me to Spain with him, that's why I was gone for a little while. He gave me the hat he had sitting on his dash when we got to the airport." I try to distract her from telling any information to my father. As long as he's a good guy why should it matter? "Mama, can you forgive me? Don't tell dad, please. I like him a lot."

"Honey, I'm not mad at you. I can't change the fact you like this boy. As long as he doesn't make you forget you look better in red." She sighs, the phone now on speaker mode.

"I don't know, his smile makes me forget sometimes." I fiddle with the rings on my finger.

"Hi daddy," I say quietly, knowing hes listening into the conversation. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Your mother and I are so happy for you, Y/n. I could never be mad at you for chasing your heart."

"I still am rooting for Ferrari, don't worry." I laugh, feeling relieved by their acceptance. "But if you every see me wearing McLaren. Just know I'm wearing the orange for him."

[spectra-bear]

future interpretation of the gang, ill prolly add jacob later on, but i really like how it came together with the help of @giantrobotslug

(notes below)

- The burners here are in their mid to late 20s

- claire officially moved into motorcity, rocking her own style (smth like cyberpunk/futurepunk? with a mix of retro space chic, and racer outfits as well, similar to the amazons episode) i will probably design more outfits for her since shes so fun to draw

- dutch works along the cablers with tennie, so he picked up a bit of their equipment into his everyday outfit (outside of driving), always has his mask and wrench on him, but also uses a coat from time to time when taking time alone to make art

- texas picks up workout, and gains weight and strength, but his suit's sleeves cant fit his arms in, so he just ties them by the waist and calls it a day lol

- julie around this time has already cut off ties from kane, completely changing her look, piercings, a nine lives cat sleeve tat on her left arm, and a burner flame tattoo sleeve on her right arm (that i forgot to add) matching mike

- mike's still holding onto his iconic jacket with a few stitched up rips here and there, loosely worn with the bottom tucked in, he keeps his sleeves folded to show off his tattoo, plus practicality, he also has his spark staff clipped to his belt

this was the second time i drew him, since his first draft looked kinda off

- chuck takes up a more loose/casual and comfy look, with a coat resembling the design for his matching ride, blonde thunder, he also has longer hair

[seobstarr]

Star-Shaped Keys ☆

paring!: street racer!Keeho x street racer!fem reader

genre!: action, fluff?,

tropes!: mutual pining, rivals to lovers (kinda),

synopsis!: After a few bets within the lower ring of the street racing business you and your brother decided that it was time for you to move up to his league, not knowing that the person you would go up against for your first major race was Jiungs longtime rival, Yoon Keeho and he is pretty damn good at his profession (and the sweet talking he does to you and only you)

warnings!: profanity, dangerous actions(like stunts NO SMUT DONT THINK LIKE THAT), iilegal bidding, iilegal racing,

songs!: shut up and drive- rihanna, teenage dirtbag- wheatus, baby- brandy, yes or no- jungkook,

Stretching out from another long ride to the backstreets of Seoul, you turn the engine off to your car. The rustling and loud rutter dim into a silent growl. Opening your eyes from the godly stretch, you observe the crowd blocking the main street. The atmosphere here is different—nothing compared to the slow and small crowds from the streets you've played. Your posture naturally crouches over the steering wheel out of habit, scoping out the competition and the cars you and your baby are up against.

Somewhere in between the crowd of ladies and men surrounding the cars, you spot your brother and some of his friends. Red cups in their hands as they lean against his iconic bumblebee yellow Mitsubishi, a staple from his rise to power in the ring.

A knock on the tinted windows of your Mustang derails your train of thought. Your head snaps to the window, the knuckle that knocked once about to do it again, but before it can, you roll the window down halfway. In the cold air of summer, there he stood, hands dug deep into his jacket pockets, face blocked by the roof of the car. He wasn't bent down to talk face to face.

“Y/N?” he asks

"Who’s asking?" you respond, the constant reminder set in your head by your brother making you cautious. You hear him chuckle a bit, and his lower half bends down, hand resting on the hood of the Corvette to stabilize him.

"Yoon Keeho, It's good to finally meet Jiung's infamous sister, everybody from the lower districts has been talking about," he says. You examine his face, trying to place where you've heard his name before.

The slight smile on his face never fades as you make eye contact with him, staring him down. His jet-black hair barely covers his forehead, and the leather jacket fits his muscular build perfectly. "Not much of a talker, are you?" he remarks after your lack of response.

"Nah, I prefer to stare," you sarcastically smirk. His laughter is prominent, and his head hangs low for a second.

"Anyway, Keeho, did you come here for something?"

His eyebrows furrow for a minute, unsure of what you were asking. "To race?"

"No, to my car. What brings you to my car?" you explain slowly, and his face finally lights up. You sigh at how dense your brother's rival is. "Well, I saw the blue Mustang and bet it was you. By the talks, you’ve sure made a name for yourself out in the racing world, as expected she's a beauty."

His voice is like smooth hazelnut butter, silky and thick. His free hand caresses the headlight as he admires the customized car he's stretched over. You can feel his fingers tap the top of your hood in anticipation. "Good to hear you approve," you huff out a response, your hands clutching the steering wheel harder as the conversation rolls on. "Now, if you don’t mind taking your hands off my baby, I just shined her," you smugly smile.

His hands go up in a sarcastic defense as he stands up, now showing you his full body proportions. "I should get going; my brother's waiting."

"Oh, I think your brother has waited enough," his smile reaches the tips of his ears this time, showing the eye smile that naturally graces his face. "Hey, I saw you pull in, why haven’t you come say hi to the guys—"

Jiung cuts his own sentence short as his eyes connect with Keeho's. "Keeho," he deadpans, leaning against the passenger's side of the car, arms folding in.

"Jiung," Keeho's smile fades quickly into a serious thin line, chin following up into a stare. His hands slide into his pockets. "Planning on beating me this round?"

"I would, but my name isn't on the lineup for tonight."

Yoon Keeho. His name almost melts off your tongue, seems natural from the way Jiung says it. Your eyes widen at the instant click in connection your mind realizes. "Don’t play with me, Choi. You know whose name is there, who?"

How could you have not known from the way his voice had comfortably strayed with you “Hers.” Jiung says again and you could just picture the smirk in his tone. Yoon Keeho, Jiung's racing rival since you could remember.

The way you've been swirling your red cup, you could've been mixing drinks as a bartender by now. If Keeho was Jiung's rival, then why would he be openly friendly - dare you say flirting with you? Isa scoots toward you, making a spot on the hood of your car that you previously parked next to Jiung. Isa, your best friend, had gotten into racing at the same time as you. She had opted for a 2009 C6-R Corvette and had it wrapped a hot bubblegum pink. Perfect for her personality, although some in the racing arena thought it was stereotypical. She didn't care. “You okay?” she questions "Yeah, why?" you giggle forcibly. "You’ve been swirling that drink for a hot minute now, and you’ve barely been conscious for half of the two hours you’ve been here." Rolling your eyes playfully at her, she nudges your shoulder. "I’m fine! Don’t worry about me; worry about who you're against after this." You point through your cup at the guy next to your brother. "Sungho? Oh, you’ve got to be kidding." She scoffs. "He doesn’t nearly have as much experience as I do; the only reason he's here is because of Mark."

Isa’s voice fades into the background noise, meshing with the crowd surrounding the various cars laid around the lot. Almost naturally, your eyes follow his tall figure, and land on his contagious smile that seems to make him even more attractive. Your lips go up to sip out of the cup you’ve been fixing for the past hour, but your eyes don’t dare to disconnect from his almost-perfect side profile.

Without taking your fiery gaze off him, when he's done talking, he does the same as you, and his eyes lock with yours almost as if he was taking quick peeks at you when you weren’t looking as well. You hesitate to look away in a panic, but he squints slightly, his brown pupils doing the talking he couldn’t. The moment quickly becomes tense with both of you not breaking the lustful gaze you had for each other.

"Y/N? Are you even listening?" Your eyes blink rapidly from not breaking eye contact for what seemed like too long. "Yeah, yeah, sorry, what were you saying?" You cough out, and Isa frowns. She was rambling to nobody. "Maybe you shouldn’t race tonight—"

"I can do it; don't worry about me." Your hand knocks Isa’s hand from your forehead gently. "When do we start anyway; I’m getting bored." That was a lie, and even though there was no detection of how it could be a fib, you had a hunched that Isa had caught on. "Right now, actually," Jiung cuts in, giving you no time to react as he grabs your hand and drags you to the driver's seat of your car so you could roll up to the starting track.

The crowd was big, lined with people along the makeshift track of Seoul's empty backstreets. Your Mustang revved loudly as you pulled up to the starting line, doing some last-minute fixes as Jiung explained the map of the track in the passenger's window. "Just whatever you do, don’t embarrass me…" Jiung complains, eyes rolling his head. "You’ve got to be joking."

"I’m just saying, you tend to get fired up when you think your opponent is not great at this, but trust me, Keeho is one of the best. So if you're going all in, you better mean it." His voice darkens a bit as Keeho pulls beside you in his Nissan, the outer darker paint job contrasting well with the neon purple LED lights he had strapped to the bottom of the base. His tinted passenger window slides down, and you can take in the inside of his car a little more now, examining it, eyes fluttering with how well he had fixed the old 1999 model up. "You look like you’re gonna carjack me." His gravelly tone had broken you from the car's trance. Genuinely giggling at the little bit he had made you look up at him. "I’ve seen worse," you shoot back at him, his face becoming visibly frustrated. "Just when I was about to compliment your customization skills…" you scoff playfully before putting the car into park and stepping out of the lowered deck. At the ends of the cars, where the trunk meets trunk stands Isa and Jiung, along with some of Keeho's friends who are continuously hyping him up with comments that aren’t so pleasing to the ears.

Your hands fidget with your car keys in your palms, working it around your index finger as the star figurine attached to it for spunk swivels around at fast speeds. As Jiung gives you the rundown for at least the 15th time, Irene, the main organizer of all the events you and your brother have been going to, speaks up among the crowd of people on the sidelines. Her hair is slicked back into a tight bun, held by a beautiful diamond-encrusted hair clip—a glint and tease at the old money she comes from. A headband straps over the elegant hairstyle, making her look even cleaner.

"You must be the new racer." Her voice is a nice, light, airy tone, similar to Isa but higher pitched. It makes you feel at ease, contrasting the nervous feeling you had mustered up watching her walk up to you. Hands sweating and becoming clammy as she talks to you with a smile on her lips. "Yes, happy to be here." A hearty chuckle comes out from your vocal cords, and she nods in approval. "Well, don’t be nervous; it’s your first race after all. So, bottom line, make sure to have fun." Her pep talk feels refreshing from the pressuring eyes Jiung had been giving you. Like a tiny bit of weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

She gives you a wink before walking back to the starting line, which was just the crosswalk markers. You take her stance as a sign to get ready and get back into your car, but something feels off. A stumbling tilt in the atmosphere had destablised it, and the balance grew heavier to one side. Your hand clutches the handle to your Mustang, but a cough stops you from pulling open the door. Your head whips from the sudden jump Keeho had given you. "You really think we weren’t going to bet anything?" he states, the jacket he wore slipping off his shoulder a little as he leans against the bulky build of his ride.

You had completely forgotten about the bidding, and you mentally pinch yourself for making a fool out of yourself. "Take it easy; it’s her first." Irene's eyes roll under her painted lids at Keeho's antics, at his greediness. A smirk, one that seemingly never faded from his face greeted you when he looked at you, playfully followed by a laugh. To the contrary, the comments on this being your “first” had made your heart tighten, lingering a small tint of naturally flushed red on your cheeks. Not that they were wrong; it most definitely was your first actual bidding race, but the comments seemingly held an underlying snarky tone, as if they were laughing at how inexperienced you are.

"Sorry, y/n, but it is required for you to bid something. You know, for the stakes to be high," Irene explains, and you nod in understanding, not daring to speak yet. "But I can change the rules a little. How about instead of money, it’s just something valuable to you?" A thought crosses your mind as you look at the now annoyingly cocky smile your rival wears with pride. "I can get behind that," he shrugs in agreement. "Alright, Keeho, you're up. What’s your bet?"

The air thickens as you watch the gears in his head turn as he thinks. You had come to hate how confident he was in himself, wanting to wipe the sly smirk off his face with this race. To let the world know that Jiung's amateur little sister had beaten "One of the greats" in her first race. Yes, the competitiveness was getting to you, but would that stop you? Absolutely not. His eyes lock with yours, and he finally speaks, "I have a couple of new cylinders coming in tomorrow. I’ll bet those." Trying to hide your smile with a wipe of your nose, you gleam with delight. New cylinders were just what you needed for your car; you had been dying to upgrade from V10 to V12. When you look up from your hand, your eyes lock with his. They had a slight change in mood, becoming a sharp gaze, mocking you for not being able to go higher than the brand-new item he had put out. And that was it; you were in it to win it. A couple of looks into his siren eyes had made you so frustrated that your hand goes up to show your star car keys slightly. "I’m ready to put it on the line," you say, smugly smirking up at the taller figure slightly towering above you. "Put it on the line?" His deep voice chuckles into a slow response. "What would you put on the line, little lady?" An eyebrow perks up at the unexpected nickname.

A few minutes go by as the city’s lights shine on them dimly before he feels a poke in his abdomen. His head looks down, and your hand is holding out your keys, the keys to the midnight blue Mustang you rested on. Keeho tries to conceal his shock, the tightness in his heart when you held up the keychain to spin around on your ring finger. But it fails as his eyes dart to Jiung, only for a split second to make sure that this was serious. He had been in races where people had bet their cars, but it had only turned out for the worst. Lord knows if he was ready for Jiung's wrath if you had lost not only the race but the car you had customized perfectly.

Somewhere in his heart, in the pit of his stomach, he cheered that you had put the vehicle on the line, knowing that it was the most amazing custom that had pulled onto the lot that night; he craved for it. When he and Jiung meet each other's gaze, he nods and goes to calm you down. The two of them had only been rivals for the fun of it, but deep down, they both knew that they were cool with each other. It wasn’t anything too important to fight about, but you? You hadn’t known that, and therefore Keeho was scared shitless out of his mind. You were willing to bet the car for your brother’s reputation, and his mind lights up with the thought of how attractive that was.

"No, I’m sticking by it," you had said loudly enough for the surrounding people to hear. "If I win, I get your new cylinders, but if you win, you get the keys." Both of you hear Irene take a deep inhale inward from the constant thick air the lot had found. "Deal," his voice booms towards you, and you take his hand to shake it firmly. "Deal."

"Alright, all racers to your cars, please," Irene announces loud enough for the front crowds to hear, the people listening first sending the message that the race was starting backward into the crowds. "The rules are simple: no cheating, no illegal moves, and stay on the track," she says again, and you start your car up, the wheels rattling with the beautiful sound the engine was creating. "Racers, on your mark…" Her hand pulls the bandana from her back pocket, raising it up into the air. The engine revs even more as both your feet switch quickly between the brake and the gas pedal. "Get set."

When you take a breather before she calls the final marking, your eyes open and fall naturally to Keeho beside you. For the second time that night, his eyes were already on you, the once fierce siren eyes that sharply bored into your gut to make you nervous, relaying a soft, almost flirtatious gaze on you. "Go." Irene’s hand swipes down in a fast motion, and the both of you are off, Keeho taking off first due to the impelling look he had you under.

The neon lights of the empty streets looked like blurred lines with how fast you were going, one hand steering while the other tightly held the gear stick in place. Your eyes are focused on the makeshift track, and it feels like your breathing has stopped, not taking enough time out of the concentration to let out the breath of relief you had been hoping for. Normally, when you raced, a gap would have occurred in the running where you would take off, and the other opponent would be left in the dust of your car's tires. But this time, oh, this time was way different.

Keeho had somehow managed to make your body jerk backward slightly from the sudden speed of his vehicle, a grin on his face as he pulled ahead. Panic set in briefly, but you quickly regained control, shifting gears and pressing the gas pedal harder. The engine responded with a thunderous roar, and your Mustang surged forward, chasing after Keeho's Nissan.

The cityscape blurred around you, the night lights streaking past like shooting stars. Your heart pounded in rhythm with the revving engine, the thrill of the race intensifying with each passing second. Keeho's car and yours weaved through the labyrinthine streets, a dance of speed and precision.

As you approached a sharp turn, the adrenaline in your veins spiked. The neon lights reflected off Keeho's car, creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Gripping the steering wheel, you braced yourself for the maneuver. Keeho took the turn with finesse, and you followed suit, feeling the gravitational force pulling at the side of your car.

The tension in the air was palpable, a silent competition between engines and drivers. Your eyes flicked to Keeho, catching a glimpse of his focused expression. The thrill of the race was now entwined with the challenge he posed. The streetlights above cast dynamic shadows, emphasizing the speed at which you navigated the urban terrain. Up ahead, the track stretched into a straight line. This was your chance to catch up. With a burst of speed, you closed the gap between your cars. The wind howled around you as the engines roared in unison. Keeho glanced your way, a smirk playing on his lips. It was a silent exchange of determination and rivalry.

The finish line loomed ahead. You pushed your car to its limits, the horsepower responding with a surge of energy. Keeho, however, seemed to have an extra burst, inching ahead. The race was reaching its climax, and the anticipation was electrifying.

As the finish line draws near with one more sharp turn, keeho swerves his car into yours, clipping the front side of your mustang, “fuck,” you mumble as you start to skid off the track.

With the pressure and speed the car and cylinders are going it isn’t so easy to get the car back under your control, with the unstable feeling it makes your left hand quickly take itself off the stick and onto the wheel for a good 9-3 position, tightly trying desperately to control it.

You made a split-second decision. With a swift maneuver, your hand finds the gear stick again as your left takes a firm grip onto the steering wheel by itself. You push the stick back into 1st gear, letting your car slow down and let yourself lose sight of the black nissan and release the gas just a tiny bit until you feel yourself rock back due to the sudden change of speed and then you hit the clutch with your free foot, creating a perfect half-circle behind Keeho and creating streak marks on the blacktop and earning the first place spot. The move caught Keeho off guard, and for a moment, he hesitated. It was a risky move, but the element of surprise was on your side. Emerging from the drift, you shot towards the finish line. Keeho, recovering from the surprise, accelerated to catch up. The crowd's cheers and gasps filled the air as the two of you raced neck and neck. The finish line was now just a heartbeat away.

In the final moments, you pushed your car to its absolute limit. The engines roared in a symphony of power, and you decided to take a quick peak in the rearview to see where your rival was, a car honk throws you out of your state of confusion as you quickly scan beside you, Keeho had already caught up to you and worked up to take a higher speed, reaching the finish line almost an inch above you. When the back tires of your mustang reached beyond the line you had punted the break hard, putting you at a complete stop

Breathless and exhilarated, you turned to see Keeho pulling up beside you. There was a mixture of surprise and respect in his eyes. The tension that had fueled the rivalry now shifted to a mutual acknowledgment of skill. The moment hung in the air as both cars idled, engines ticking as they cooled down. As Keeho steps out of the car to receive congratulations from his buddies, solid thud resonates through your tinted window, prompting you to open the door without hesitation. A warm embrace from your big brother greets you immediately. "You did amazing!" Isa exclaims, her hands clapping together eagerly as you wobble out of the car.

"That sweep you did on the corner was actually sick," Jiung says with a wide grin glued onto his face. "I lost though…" you sigh disappointedly, shaking your head downward to look at your feet.

"Hey, you did better than the majority of the people Keeho has raced, except for me, of course. You should be proud of yourself," Jiung shakes you by the shoulders enthusiastically, and you manage a small smile at his encouragement. "Drinks are on me. Let's go." Both Jiung and Isa's smiles manage to cut through the harsh self-criticism, making you grin.

"Alright, let's—" you pause, letting your sentence linger as your eyes quickly check Keeho's facility. The crowd has mostly faded, leaving only small cliques created before your race.

The taller figure stands alone, checking something on his phone. "I'll catch up; I gotta inspect this clipping I got," you say, stretching out one side of your mouth for a risky expression. Both Jiung and Isa nod before walking to the bar located across from the lot. Once you're sure they're far enough, you carefully walk over to your opponent, holding your keys in your hands.

You could have sworn that he feels you coming towards him by the way his head springs up at the sound of your footsteps. His hand slides his phone into his pocket before pushing himself off of his car. "You surprised me out there tonight," his voice urges as he walks to meet you halfway. You scoff playfully, "I wasn't going to go out like that," waving it off as bothersome. "I have a rep to uphold." He chuckles at you as you twirl around, hand out to the front. "Where's the car?" he questions.

"What car?" Your smile fades off into a confused manner. "Oh, come on now, don't tell me you forgot about our deal," he fake pouts, slouching down for effect. "Of course, I didn't. I'm not a cheat, you know." Your hands take his, and you fold his palm out to give him the star keychain. "I told you I'd give you the keys, not my car." His eyes widen as you close his palm back up. He had never been played like that before; his heart raced with excitement and confusion. "Then how—"

"You didn't think I don't have backups?" you laugh at him, shrugging before digging into your back pocket to fetch a set of keys, identical to the ones you just gave Keeho. "I cannot believe you tricked me," his voice airs out in disbelief, hands gripping the car. "Y/N! Jiung is dancing on the tables again!" You hear Isa in the faint distance yell your name, and on hearing this information, you shake your head in annoyance, "I've got to go," and jogging back to the bar's direction.

"By the way," you strut backward as you stray further and further from him, "my number is on those keys. Call me if you've got something other than cylinders to bet." Keeho's eyes glint with amusement.

As the adrenaline slowly subsided, you couldn't help but grin. The shared experience with Keeho created a bond that went beyond rivalry, mixed feelings consumed your thoughts as Isa drags you into the club. In the world of racing, respect was earned on the asphalt, and tonight, you had earned it.

footnotes!.

keb notes!: literally do NOT know where this idea came from, where it generated from but i think i absolutely killed this and its one of my best works loll. I was originally going to make this a Haechan long fic but i could not pass up the opportunity to make it about piwon hope u guys enjoyed :p

also if anybody wanted a refrence of what the base cars look like! (there are customizations in the fic, this is just what the cars look like bottom line)

keeho-Black 1999 Nissan skyline

jiung-Yelllow 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse

isa-Pink 2009 C6-R corvette

Y/N-Dark Blue 2014 shelby gt500 mustang but without those ugly strips down the middle

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SHUT UP HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO VOTE NAWT MY ICONIC DIVORCED PARENTS 😭😭😭😭 I’M PROPELLED INTO THE STRATOSPHEREEEEEE

voting for qoh bc rk would’ve wanted it 🥺 i miss them forever and forever ueueue

also sorry but the blue stalker is the ultimate exterra sexyman. those fanfic authors gave them so much personality when all they want is to unalive rk 😩 rotating the iconic enemies to lovers 20k oneshot in my brain

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

I’m more surprised by how Blue Balls is in the semi-finals

Anyways I’ll be voting for RK, he’s a pathetic wet paper bag of a Lykos lmfao <3

👽 blueballs Follow

dude my name is blueballs how did you NOT expect me to be in the semifinals lmao

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

HELP NOT A CC (Crew / Comms) NOTICE EXTERRABLR SCATTER

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I BELIEVE IN BLUEBALLS SUPREMACY #BALLSWEEP

By the way, QoH stans rise!! Did you forget our awakening? Remember the starry suit she wore for the 2109 gala and how everyone was immediately like 😳??? And she rolled up the sleeves?? Remember the x reader fics on Launchpad?

🪓 handoftheking Follow

Yeah, because I’ve read them. Hey, some fics were pretty good.

I also voted for Queen of Hearts. I mean, just look her at her. And as a fellow Lumian, I’m obliged haha.

☄️ cosmiclovee Follow

… Oops, total containment breach now? Mods I’m sorry, you guys don’t have to eat the spaceship that you promised to—

But onto more important things: RK’s own GUNNER didn’t vote for HIM??? And voted for QoH??? LMFAO THIS IS HILARIOUS. the total betrayal. it feels like he’s cheating. the disrespect for RK. i love it.

Also, Hand, you read QoH x reader fics? Any recs lmao? And did you read the bad boy RK ones?

🌲 dilfkisser Follow

So I’m learning from my dash that the Hand himself voted for QoH over RK???? My Treebark ship just sank in two seconds. Wtf.

#BALLSWEEP btw

🥂redkingsboyfriend Follow

Lololol the Hand’s narcissism is really showing. Look at him voting for his pre-transition self. He’s so vain.

@/exterrasexymenpoll can you please remove the Hand’s deadname? It’s disrespectful to transgender people.

📺 saintswept Follow

are you fucking for real, believing in the trans qoh/hand theory in this year?? they’re completely different people. shut up and ship treebark lmao

still funny that the hand didn’t vote for his bf and went for his bf’s ex gunner—

💫 concorp-official Follow

Hey, I know sunblr hates corporations but as the CEO of ConCorp, I feel rather… mystified that I got out in the first round. Was my mad scientist jacket not enough?

Personally I’m surprised that Xisuma Void got further than me. Anyways, supporting the Queen of Hearts.

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??? Look at how much this poll breached containment? First a CC notice, and then a racer notice, and now a fucking CORPORATION??? Mr Cubfan I am So Sorry but I think people were just too excited to vote for the Catmaid—

[tackfield]

Mastering Men's Leather Jacket Fashion: A Timeless Guide

Leather jackets are the epitome of rugged sophistication in men's fashion. From classic biker styles to sleek minimalist designs, these iconic garments have stood the test of time, evolving with each passing era while retaining their unmistakable allure. Whether you're a seasoned enthusiast or a newcomer to the realm of leather jacket fashion, this guide will equip you with the knowledge and inspiration to rock this timeless piece with confidence and flair.

Choosing the Right Style: The first step in mastering leather jacket fashion is selecting the style that best reflects your personality and lifestyle. Classic options like the motorcycle jacket exude a rebellious edge, while bomber jackets offer a more casual and versatile appeal. For a contemporary twist, consider investing in a minimalist leather blazer or a sleek racer jacket.

Quality Matters: When it comes to leather jackets, quality is paramount. Opt for jackets crafted from premium materials such as full-grain or top-grain leather, as these offer superior durability and aging characteristics. Pay attention to details like stitching, hardware, and lining, as these can significantly impact the overall look and feel of the jacket.

Perfecting the Fit: A well-fitted leather jacket should feel like a second skin, hugging your body in all the right places without restricting movement. Pay attention to sleeve length, shoulder width, and overall silhouette when trying on jackets, and don't be afraid to seek out tailoring services for minor adjustments to achieve the perfect fit.

Versatile Wardrobe Staple: One of the greatest assets of a leather jacket is its versatility. Whether dressed up with a crisp button-down shirt and chinos or dressed down with a plain tee and jeans, a leather jacket adds instant coolness to any outfit. Experiment with different layering options and accessories to create unique looks that suit your personal style.

Caring for Your Investment: Proper care and maintenance are essential to prolonging the life of your leather jacket. Be sure to regularly clean and condition the leather to keep it supple and prevent drying or cracking. Store your jacket in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight, and avoid exposing it to harsh chemicals or moisture.

Embracing Timeless Appeal: While trends may come and go, the allure of a well-worn leather jacket remains timeless. Embrace the rugged elegance of this iconic garment, and let its inherent character and charm speak for itself. With proper care and styling, your leather jacket will only grow more handsome with age, becoming a cherished wardrobe staple for years to come.

In conclusion, mastering men's leather jacket fashion is about more than just wearing a stylish garment—it's about embodying a sense of confidence, individuality, and timeless sophistication. By selecting the right style, investing in quality craftsmanship, perfecting the fit, exploring versatile styling options, and caring for your investment, you can elevate your look to new heights and make a lasting impression wherever you go. So go ahead, embrace the allure of the leather jacket, and let your style speak volumes.

[endymagarments]

#HelmutLang Jeans S/S 1997: Cafe racer jacket with cock ring in undyed pig leather. Inspired by classic 1950s biker silhouettes, this piece is crafted from leather that has been tanned but not coloured. Nearly all leathers we see on clothing are coloured during or after their tanning process; the ‘unfinished’ treatment seen here produces an unusual neutral colour with subtle shade variations. The leather’s interesting surface complements the classic design, featuring a short adjustable collar, the label’s signature interior square pocket and reversed waist tabs. The iconic cock ring found in early Helmut Lang Jeans garments decorates the shoulder. Runway photo from S/S 1995 where an earlier version of this design sans ring was presented. #endyma #helmutlang #helmutlangarchive #helmutlangvintage (at ENDYMA) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpS_bBANCP9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[motoreveries]

2023 Triumph Bonneville Speedmaster Ride Review

Photographed along Route 66, throughout Nevada and Arizona in the United States.

Triumph’s iconic Bonneville lineup has been around for a long time. It was the British manufacturer's take on 50s motorcycle Americana and holds a special place in history as one of the original café racers. The first time I sat on the 2023 Bonneville Speedmaster, I wanted to pull out a comb, dip it in a can of grease lightning, slick my hair back, and throw a black leather jacket on with a pair of vintage bottom-cuffed blue jeans. This bike takes you back. Back to the classic rebellious biker films of the 50s and 60s. Triumph’s Bonneville was a cool bike. Cool enough for Marlon Brando, James Dean, Steve McQueen, and the Fonz in their prime. That’s pretty freakin’ cool.

After coming out of a 60s motorcycle film flashback, I saddled up my travel bag onto the Speedmaster, popped my collar, and shifted into gear like a rebel without a cause. The destination? I was headed to the Mojave Desert, through Las Vegas and Arizona on Classic Route 66. Afterward, I’d put this Bonneville to the ultimate test on what is known as the ‘Tail of the Dragon of the West Coast’.

Check out the full ride review.

[shopcat]

can i ask you what are the jackets and shoes steve wears?? like the brands?? i know he wears nikes but it's so confusing where's and when lol and i remember you talking about it once but but can't find the post :')

YES YES MY TIME TO SHIIINE i'm just going to say EVERYTHING okay just in case. and thank you for thinking of me 😭

the iconic one from season 2 is a Member's Only racer jacket in silver-grey

in season 1 he wears a Member's Only racer jacket in black

the season 4 (and 3) one is a Style Auto Carrera design racing style jacket:

he also wears a generic blue harrington (lol) jacket in season 2

and i'll include the vintage Guess Jeans two-tone sleeveless denim jacket in dark wash denim and red from the season 3 epilogue because what a mouthful

the military surplus jacket is a type A-2 brown leather flight jacket with custom (and fictional) patches that's vintage/second-hand both in and out of show so we'll go with it's brandless

as for SHOES here we go

s1, episode 1: those gay loafers

s1, episode 2: black Adidas Original's Superstars

s1, episode 3: black Nike Classic Cortez's

s1, episodes 4 -> 8: red Nike Bruin's

s2, majority: original design Nike Classic Cortez's

s2, gym outfit: solid blue Nike Classic Cortez's

s3, majority: Adidas Gazelle's in royal blue with aftermarket blue laces + the gold "gazelle" lettering is faded/removed for screen

s3, epilogue: black Nike Bruin's

s4, majority: red Nike Bruin's

s4, army surplus fit: vintage vietnam jungle boots

[turnways]

We can be anything we want to be so let's be for real

I'm gonna call into question the implication that covering up isnt feminine.

Let's start with the fact these initial designs weren't exactly feminist marvels to begin with and it's ok to move away from designing female characters as nothing more than "the love interest" which is 3/4 of these characters.

That said

The only issue I would take with these types of redesigns is when the characters or creators bring up being "not like other girls" and making quips about "just cuz im a girl doesn't mean I can't be a badass and run with the boys" or whatever because then yeah I find that annoying and problematic.

Let's start with the fact that peach still wears a dress in the Mario movie. The fire suit we saw it in the trailer. The jumpsuit is just one outfit and is still very feminine. It's not rococo feminine its wacky racers 1960s "riding in style" feminine. It's also based on her Mario kart racing outfit.

You can say you wish she wore her iconic pink dress throughout the film but she's still super feminine.

The only issue I can see with Bo Peep is adding in blue to possibly make her appeal to boys for you sales. I think she's the only character here where they were making her redesign about making her more "respectable" ".

Like with peach though she's still super feminine just not "petticoat" feminine. This redesign makes her appear more like a 1950s pinup. More like a barbie doll.

This is D.va from a short where she's doing mechanical work this isn't her being "stripped of her femininity" she's working. Like with peach this is an alternate outfit. D.va is still in a sexy jumpsuit most of the time. In fact she's wearing it under the jacket. Next.

...This is a rat

I know nothing about crash bandicoot but this is apparently an alternate univererse so it makes sense she looks different. She is also still feminine just in a more modern sense. It's not the 90s anymore expressions of femininity have moved past "Boots shorts with your boyfriends face on it"

She's also curvier which is arguably very feminine

TL:DR these characters are still feminine

[dark-blue-space]

Craig but my take on him I kept his iconic hat and give him cute space theme kid jacket ⭐

Some info on him

He autistic his special interest is space and.. maybe red racer

Has tooth slip

Bedroom is full of space things and space stuffed animals of course he doesn't tell anyone

His favourite song is space girl he stims to it

Kinda tall but he got short legs for now

Uses :3 when he stimy mood which he lot

Non expression but uses his arms and hat flapps

[nyamericanjacket14]

Channel your inner racer with our Ricky Bobby outfits from Oskar Jacket! 🏁✨ Bold designs and racing-inspired styles will have you feeling like a winner both on and off the track. Gear up and stand out with these iconic pieces!

[texmexyall]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: MEMBERS ONLY XL Iconic Racer Jacket.

[leathergoods12]

From Biker to Bomber: Exploring Different Types of Leather Jackets

Leather jackets have been a symbol of style and rebellion for decades, offering a timeless appeal that never goes out of fashion. At Jorde Calf, we believe in crafting leather jackets that embody both elegance and durability, making them a staple in every man's wardrobe. In this blog post, we will explore the different types of leather jackets For Women and Men , their unique features, and how to style them to make a lasting impression.

1. The Classic Biker Jacket

Overview: The biker jacket, also known as the motorcycle jacket, is perhaps the most iconic type of leather jacket. It was originally designed for motorcyclists to provide protection and style.

Features:

Styling Tips: Pair your biker jacket with a plain white tee, slim-fit jeans, and rugged boots for an effortlessly cool look. Add aviator sunglasses for a touch of classic rebellion.

2. The Timeless Bomber Jacket

Overview: Originally designed for pilots, the bomber jacket has a rich history and a versatile design that makes it a popular choice for many.

Features:

Styling Tips: Wear your bomber jacket with a crew neck sweater, chinos, and sneakers for a casual yet stylish ensemble. For a more polished look, swap the sneakers for loafers.

3. The Elegant Racer Jacket

Overview: The racer jacket, also known as the café racer, is known for its minimalistic and sleek design. It was popularized by motorcyclists who participated in café races.

Features:

Styling Tips: Combine your Leather jacket for Men with a fitted t-shirt, dark denim, and leather boots. This streamlined look emphasizes the jacket's clean lines and sophisticated style.

4. The Versatile Field Jacket

Overview: The field jacket, also known as the military jacket, is designed for functionality and ruggedness. It is perfect for outdoor activities and provides ample storage with its multiple pockets.

Features:

Styling Tips: Pair your field jacket with a flannel shirt, cargo pants, and hiking boots for a practical and stylish outfit. This combination is ideal for outdoor adventures or a casual day out.

5. The Sophisticated Blazer Jacket

Overview: The leather blazer combines the structure of a traditional blazer with the edginess of leather. It is perfect for those who want to make a statement in a more formal setting.

Features:

Styling Tips: Wear your leather blazer over a dress shirt, tailored trousers, and dress shoes for a sharp and sophisticated look. This outfit is perfect for evening events or a stylish office look.

Conclusion

Leather jackets are more than just a piece of clothing; they are a statement of style and personality. At Jorde Calf, we take pride in offering a wide range of leather jackets that cater to different tastes and preferences. Whether you prefer the rugged appeal of a biker jacket or the sophisticated charm of a leather blazer, our collection has something for everyone. Explore our range today and find the perfect Varsity jacket to elevate your style.