#lightweight

[smashorpassgilf]

[arc-hus]

Shibaura Office, Tokyo - SANAA

[liberalsarecool]

Bret Baier only exists on FOX News. The quasi-intellectualism and blockhead male chauvinism are a joke.

He appeals to the unserious and incurious.

#lightweight #biased

[perreaultsgirl]

HE IS GONE😭😭

[wildfirer]

Não é sobre recomeçar do zero. Nunca foi. É sobre continuar com o que sobrou. E eu sou feita disso: do que resistiu, do que não quebrou de vez, do que ficou mesmo depois da dor.

Já tentei começar de novo como quem apaga tudo: celular limpo, gavetas vazias, coração em silêncio. Já quis tanto zerar a dor e passei a acreditar que era possível existir sem memória. Mas não é. A gente não esquece. A gente aprende a conviver. A dor muda de roupa, muda de nome, mas continua morando no mesmo lugar.

E não posso passar a vida tentando me desfazer do que me marca, como se fosse possível simplesmente desintegrar o que vivi. Achando que a solução é essa, jogar tudo fora, zerar o contador e fazer de conta que a dor não existiu. Tentando enganar a mim mesma.

Por muito tempo, confundi continuar com fingir. E doía tentar parecer inteira quando por dentro era só rachadura. Me calei quando queria gritar. Sorri quando só queria sumir. Dei conta, como sempre dou. Mas agora, não faço mais isso por hábito. Faço por escolha.

Porque entendi que seguir em frente não é ignorar o que doeu. É encarar a realidade, com raiva, com medo, com carinho, e entender: eu não preciso esconder meu passado pra merecer meu futuro.

E sim, tem dias em que a cicatriz arde. Dias em que eu penso se teria sido mais fácil ter desistido lá atrás. Mas eu não desisti.

E é isso que importa. Eu não sou uma nova versão de mim mesma. Não sou um renascimento. Sou a mesma, só que mais consciente do que me molda. Mais honesta com o que me dói. Mais paciente com o que ainda não cicatrizou por completo.

Não preciso me reinventar. Não preciso começar do zero. Só preciso continuar. Com tudo o que já fui.

Com tudo o que ainda sou.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

[arrowheadedbitch]

I hate when people say Tim would be a lightweight, like believe what you want, but I can't imagine it. Even if he was a lightweight, have you seen this man's paranoia and over preparedness??? He would have absolutely put a stop to that. I can totally see him sneaking shots when he was like 15 to try to build up his tolerance. And if you say he didn't ever do shots with yj I would absolutely not believe you. No way. They got fucking shitfaced multiple tines and you cannot convince me otherwise

[itcars]

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Accelerating from 0 to 100 km/h in 3.8 seconds, it is around 20 seconds faster than the A110 R on a lap of the Nordschleife (Nürburgring, Germany). Producing up to 345 bhp, the A110 R Ultime is exceptional for both its performance and its power-to-weight ratio.

[bebemoon]

look for the name SKYE (requested by anonymous) | loewe striped flared mini dress in light blue (s/s 2o23), prada lightweight foam rubber monolith platform sandals in blue, celine "teen celine lola" bag in shiny white leather, orseund iris "mademoiselle" headscarf in blue, ariana grande "cloud" eau de parfum (pear, bergamot, lavender, coconut cream, praline, vanilla orchid, musk, woods)

[kageyamas-tiktok]

Hidden Desire

My second contribution to @zolo-san’s 1k ZoSan Community Collab!

Written using @zorosleftankle’s Prompt/Headcanon: Obsessed with Sanji being into Zoro and secretly finding him hot but he only acts on it when he’s drunk but never remembers it so he still acts like it’s a secret

Zoro already knows but goes along with it because if that’s what makes the cook happy and how he can mentally deal with being into the sexiest swordsman then he’s fine with it 😎

Summary:

What happens when Sanji gets drunk?

Certainly a lot of messing around and fun to be had with the crew, that’s a given, but then there’s also Zoro, who Sanji would never, ever, admit his attraction to. Right?

Or;

Sanji has the worst case of denial. Zoro goes along with a lot to keep him happy.

Here’s a little sneak peak!

Excerpt:

His cool, steel grey eyes warming, revealing the flecks of gold in them when he smiles and the sun hits them just right. His teeth — still sharp and dangerous — surrounded by a grin so genuine it makes Sanji’s stomach ache and his toes curl.

This is how he ends up lying in the grass on Sunny’s deck. Zoro is there, leaning back on his elbows as he watches the crew with that warm fondness that seems to slip through the cracks more and more with every day, and Sanji is helplessly drawn to him like a moth to flame.

He groans, overwhelmed by how attractive Zoro is, and promptly begins gently kicking him in the head. It only seems natural that Sanji return the headache thinking about Zoro’s good looks always affords him.

Zoro raises a brow at him, but he doesn’t retaliate beyond grabbing Sanji’s boot to halt his gentle assault. “What do you want, Cook?”

Sanji frowns, makes a weak attempt to pull his leg back, then gives up entirely too easily. Something about the way Zoro is holding him feels nice. “You’re pissing me off.”

Zoro rolls his eye. “And how’s that?”

“Sitting there, smiling, looking all hot and unbothered while you make my insides stir. You’re not even trying. It’s annoying.”

Zoro actually laughs at that. His fingers curl around Sanji’s left ankle, thumbing over the jut of bone there. Sanji shudders, eyes fluttering as he watches that calloused thumb drag soft patterns over his skin.

“Oh, is that all?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Sanji shrugs noncommittally. He’s a little distracted.

Zoro tugs. Sanji goes easily, allowing himself to be yanked into place at Zoro’s side.

Zoro puts his drink down in the grass beside them, then turns so that he’s leaning into Sanji’s space; Sanji’s legs bracketing his hips, Zoro’s head hovering above his chest as those rough, strong fingers curve around his calve in a touch so gentle Sanji actually shivers and arches into it.

“If I didn’t know any better, Curls, I’d think you were hitting on me.” There’s a conspiratorial tug to his lips, like there’s a joke between them that Sanji is forgetting the context to, but he doesn’t care. Not when Zoro’s here, looking hot as all hell, and is halfway atop him.

Let me know what you think so far. The rest can be found here! Hope you enjoy!

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Porsche 911 R/2.0 Prototype, 1967. The first track-focused 911 models emerged from Porsche’s racing department in Spring of 1967 with every possible component replaced by a lightweight version. Much of the bodywork was fabricated in fibreglass and the interior was striped out resulting in an overall weight loss of 500 lbs (230 kg) from the standard 911. After an initial 4 prototypes with the Typ 901/22 engine from the Carrera 906 Porsche built 20 customer cars some with the DOHC 230hp Type 901/21 engine. However the R never met homologation requirements and was forced to race in the prototype classes

[arc-hus]

Jorba Castle Works, Puig de la Guàrdia, Spain - Carles Enrich

[unfinishedsweaters]

[packardbaker]

Aston Martin DB4 GT by Zagato

[wildfirer]

Eu quero ficar. Quero porque gosto da sua presença e do que ela provoca em mim. Gosto do jeito que você fala, do que pensa, do que inventa no meio da conversa só pra me ver rir.

Mas não é só isso. É mais corpo do que teoria. Mais vontade do que plano. Eu quero estar perto pra encostar, pra sentir seu calor, pra saber onde seu corpo esquenta mais.

Quero te ouvir rindo com a cabeça jogada pra trás, sem filtro, sem medo de ser bobo. Quero ver seu rosto de manhã, os olhos ainda meio inchados, e mesmo assim me dar conta de que eu quero de novo.

Quero sua atenção enquanto conto alguma história sem graça e sua mão distraída na minha perna, só porque sim. Quero te beijar no meio da frase, quando a gente estiver falando qualquer coisa que nem importa tanto assim, só porque a boca já tá ali, tão perto, e é irresistível.

Eu quero. Quero descobrir como é seu gosto depois do café, depois de um gole de caipirinha, depois de um dia difícil.

Quero dividir cama, sofá, escada, chão. Dividir tempo. Dividir vontade.

Quero você de verdade, sem meias palavras, sem fingir que não. Quero o seu agora. Seu riso, seu toque, sua pele quente encostando na minha. Quero você inteiro, e quero que você saiba disso.