#retro air travel

[forever70s]

flight attendant on an Air India 747 plane, circa 1970s

[retropopcult]

United Airlines stewardesses, 1948

[domusinluna]

Around the world with Guy Georget

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[seekinsunshine]

[folklifedprk]

By "stevetranv"

[fancygirlplays]

[thesamoanqueen]

Good manners

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: Smut; Public(?)sex; Fingering.

A/N: The old fashioned desserts never get ‘old’ and I was on a mood for terrace, skyline e fancy dinners.

Everything was shining around her. The lamps on the brick walls shone, the crystal chandeliers shone, the mosaic under the bar counter shone, the retro finishes of the tables, the polished floor, the bottles of liquor and wine they had scattered around, the velvet sofas and the lights of the city.

The noise of distant horns mingled with the soft music of the restaurant, sirens that passed fast together with the laughter of her friends and colleagues, the cold evening air giving shivers down her bare back. One glass and another.

Leaning against the balcony, she let her hair swing in the void above the city, a slight sense of vertigo shaking her body. She looked the twins, who were making a noise because of Solo, that poor boy had been used to them for a lifetime, but not to what they were up to when they were traveling and he had been discovering it at his expense for a few months. The dinner, one of many expensive as it was, had somehow turned into an impromptu party for his first main roster merch and now he was a little over, his thick body jerking like a child with every laugh. He was cute, heart warming, and Y/N smiled reflexively, raising her glass for him even though it was now empty.

- Leave it – Roman stopped her, taking it from her hands.

He was impeccable in his not too elegant suit and Y/N let him do it in silence, while his hand slowly stroked her bare back in a gesture of composed affection before abandoning her to go and perhaps fill it. She followed him with her eyes, as he moved away into the empty restaurant and had the impression of being on another planet, in a rift between space and time, where nothing could go wrong and everything was where it should be.

She always wanted that life. She didn't mind about restaurants that closed to the public just for them or sipping a cocktail on a panoramic terrace, illuminated by the lights of an entire city. She liked that feeling, the emptiness that didn't hurt her chest, but eased her mind. She wanted to be carefree, away from problems, surrounded by those who had her trust and affection. It was a good feeling, a happy life like the one the song that was softly playing from the restaurant and Y/N ended up unknowingly looking for Roman, still who knows where with her Old Fashioned.

Her legs were less still than they should have been, but she still made it safely inside, the click of her heels mingling with music and laughter of the others outside. She found him at the other end of the restaurant, by the back door, listening to whatever the remaining waitress was saying, and froze. For a second she watched them, as she leaned in a little more than necessary, the smile a little too engaging, the eyelashes fluttering a little too slow, it was so obvious. She turned in silence, determined to return to the terrace without making a scene - one, she had no right to do –, but something caught her attention on a table in the corner and stopped, without even notice Roman approaching her again.

- How's that? - he murmured from her shoulder, placing a kiss on her hair, his hand stroking her back again.

- I thought you went to get me one more drink… - she admitted without holding back a smile, when her mind slowed down by alcohol put the pieces together.

She felt like a little girl when she was with him. Spoiled and pampered, free from doubts of what could go wrong next. Everything always seemed to find its place, everything became special with him, even something as simple as that.

- No more drinking. You havent had your dessert. – he pushed her a little, his hand still resting on her bare skin, as they approached the table where someone had placed a chocolate and caramel soufflé complete with cream and hazelnut crumble.

The table had nothing different from the others: the same vase with same flowers, same tiny lit candle on, but that small square plate seemed to her more impressive than a four-tier cake. She wasn't a fan of sweets and desserts and anyone who found out always ended up avoiding them with her, but Roman was in a class apart. He'd tried and tried until he'd discovered something she liked. And he liked to spoil her. A lot.

- You know I can help myself.

- Not with me, now sit.

She slid down on the velvet sofa, her body finally finding relief in not having to force balance on her heels with that level of alcohol and she took possession of the small fork they had placed next to the plate, giving a first taste as Roman sat down next to her. The taste of the bitter chocolate mixed with the salty caramel made her tongue stick, but the cream settled things quickly and Y/N smiled more, shielding her mouth with her free hand.

- It's good, really good. - she confessed, sinking her fork once more.

- I hope so babygirl. - Roman smiled satisfied, stretching his arms on the backrest.

He kept looking at her with the same expression, while from the terrace the others continued to make noise about who knows what, music that never stopped playing between the empty walls. His fingers playing distractedly with the waves of her hair, the back of his big hand caressing her soft caramel skin, slow and inexorable, in a gesture that warmed and relaxed her at the same time. He, who was usually incredibly respectful to any woman no matter how much she tried to want the other way, didn't seem to want to keep his hands off her. He certainly knew how to control himself, at least when they were in public, but his hands never moved away from her body for too long, a caress or a pat, for Y/N by now had become a drug. She wanted more and more, to chase away the thoughts and enjoy that reassuring void that he knew how to fill so well.

She felt him descend slowly, on her side, a shiver that made her bend slightly on the sofa and a moan came out of her throat when he traced the line of her shoulder blades. She had drunk too much to be good in that context. With the fork between her lips, she watched his chocolate brown gaze so dangerously similar to the soufflé she was eating grow darker, his thumb now drawing circles over her possessively. She licked the remaining cream residue from her upper lip and let go of the fork, immediately seeing him roll his shoulders in a gesture that Y/N knowed too well.

- Finish it. It will helps you with all those cocktails. - he encouraged her, stroking the nape of her neck, his fingers moving the thin necklace that surrounded her.

- It will end up on my hips, unlike cocktails. – she was careful about her health, but she had never been all salads and diets.

- Wherever it ends up, will be fine. - he commented and Y/N locked her eyes on his, her body now bending according to the touch of his warm hands.

Roman didn't said anything else and she reached for her fork again, scooping up some of the dessert to offer it to him, the lights seeming to flicker a little due to the alcohol she'd been drinking.

- Would you like a taste? - she asked with a bit of mischief in her voice and Roman accepted, insisting on stroking her back even when she leaned over to feed him.

She watched him swallow, tongue passing over his full lips and a shiver prompted her to squeeze her legs, her mind suddenly filled with images not very suitable the place where they were.

- It tastes good.

Or maybe not. After all, the others were out, the restaurant was public closed. The barman was no longer there, not even the waitress that a few minutes before she had seen flirting with him in that shameless way or the male colleague who had joined her to serve them that night. They were alone, at that forgotten table in a corner and she had drunk enough to want to go further.

- We’ll tip them - she heard him comment, but his eyes now went from Y/N's to her mouth, hand holding her open palm against his side.

And Y/N could no longer hold back, clinging to him and his neck to savor his lips. He tasted of chocolate and whisky, of that indecipherable flavor that nailed her to him and which she couldn't do without, it was comfortable, exciting and her leg slipped quickly on him, in an attempt to sit on his lap. His mouth began to devour her expertly, rough, his tongue invading her palate to caress the insides of her cheeks, as Y/N sucked on his bottom lip with a heated moan. Her body was on fire now, head spinning in a vertigo that stemmed in part due to the alcohol and much more to his hands, which ended up on her hips and further down, on her ass covered by the thin fabric of her silky dress. His knee pressed against the damp lingerie and Y/N rocked slowly but deeply, releasing a sigh of pleasure when they parted a little to catch their breath. With her forehead pressed against his and one of his arms supporting her, she stroked his dark beard, inhaling the natural scent of his skin before rotating her hips again and again.

- Ya so cute when you have that face… I could watch you ride me all my life - Roman whisper against her lips and Y/N opened her eyes again, mind lost in the sensation of his body pressed against hers.

- I need you, please – she begged panting, arms wrapping around him and she felt him instinctively tighten his grip, his head lolling against her forehead.

She wasn't afraid to admit it and she felt no shame. Not with him, not when they were together.

- Not here, not like this with you

- Ro…

- No need to beg me babygirl, I don't have to be inside you to make you feel good… - his arm lifted her as if she were weightless and soon Y/N slid back onto the sofa, her back against his side and one of his hands making its way between her legs - here, lemme show you - he murmured into her ear, his warm breath caressing her neck.

She felt him making his way through the silver-colored silk of the dress and further down, up to the almost non-existent lingerie she had worn, fingers caressing her over the soft, now damp fabric. Hot breaths began to escape her one after another, her liquid gaze pointed beyond the huge windows of the restaurant, between the dark buildings of the skyline and the bright lights. For a few seconds he continued to touch her slowly, almost innocently, making the skin of her whole body tingle as she relaxed against him and only when she ended up snuggling into his side, he decide to go further. Skilled, he moved the fabric just enough to poke a finger and although Y/N was used to much more with him, the intrusion still made her back arch.

- Ahn! - the moan came out suddenly and louder than Y/N could have imagined, prompting Roman to lean on her.

- Keep your voice down. Be a good girl, is not the place - he warned her hoarsely, blowing against her ear, his arm holding her a little tighter at his side to avoid her from everyone else.

Y/N nodded without knowing what at all, her mind clouded by the movement of his hand as it dug unrelenting into her warm fold.

He always knew where to touch, always at what pace to go, like a perfectly trained pilot, following her body map and for her it was a priceless feeling. Knowing that she could let go, that she didnt have to worry, the carefree life that she wanted so much. Her muscles responded to every stimulation, folds pulsing to hold him, in a vane attempt to anchor him to her and never let him go again. She felt his finger curve, press at the deep mouth of her cunt and another finger slip easily inside thanks to her juices, to continue pumping without respite. She closed her eyes, mind racing, breath quickening along with Roman's determined pace, she bit her lip overwhelmed by the heat building in her belly. Her legs were shaking, rocking on the thin heels on her feet, thighs fighting the urge to lock up with every spasm of her now hot body.

She wanted so badly to let herself slide on that sofa, cling to his big, firm shoulders, sink her nails into his dark locks. She turned her head against him, panting uncontrollably as the soft music drowned out her noises just enough and nuzzled her face into him, immediately feeling Roman place a tender kiss in her hair.

- Lemme see those eyes, look at me - he called her, his voice husky at least as much as Y/N and she forced herself to raise her head, looking lost - Fuck , if we weren't here right now I'd have my head between your legs - he almost growled, pumping his fingers into her with more arrogance.

He was horny, possessive and knowing she had that kind of effect on him drove her further the edge. Carried away by the heat that continued to build in her body, she didn't even wonder if that comment was for her or for himself, the intoxication of all those cocktails far from her mind now and thoughts confused by something else. From that feeling that always seemed to envelop her whole when his hands were on her and she saw him look at her that way, with that unnerving light in his eyes that might as well have devoured her. Her hips moved, her eyes locked with his, riding his hand as he moved his thumb over her clit, torturing her with the material of her lingerie. It should have been soft, but it wasn't as soft as his fingers and Y/N wriggled free, flesh throbbing uncontrollably, she felt burning everywhere and before she even knew it her climax came suddenly, making her shiver against Roman. She closed her eyes again, her lip between her teeth to shut the moan that escaped her chest and ducked into his shoulder once more, her legs suddenly going limp as he dug into her again and again to prolong the sensation that was shaking her. It took her a bit to stop and only when she did, Roman free her from his presence, stroking the insides of her legs to get her breath back. A kiss in her hair, another on her temple, Y/N inspired his scent trying as quickly as possible to regain control. The restaurant's music had changed when she opened her eyes again, looking up at him grinning hopelessly, his fingers back on his back and a bulge she would like to deal with.

- Why you so good with those things? - she complained with feigned offense, seeing him smile more - It was better than the dessert.

- Just that? Not all the meal? - He joked cocky, leaving her to remain leaning against him.

The Olds Fashioneds she'd been drinking all night had now cleared away, but she still felt lightheaded and as much as she loved flashing her heels around, she didn't feel like tumbling to the floor. It would have been an unglamorous scene and Roman was objectively too comfortable to be left there.

- In that case, you owe me a dinner.

- Whatever my babygirl want, she’ll get it.

- Such a good Tribal Chief, I hope so. – she said, making him laugh.

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[themostineptthateverstepped]

Whatever happens on the Lokius front (because let's be honest, fellow clowns, this is Disney-hater-of-gays) can we please take a moment to appreciate how incredibly intricate and intriguing this story is? Loki's evolution as an individual, learning to trust and be trustworthy, learning to care and be cared for, finding his purpose (his friends, this warmth and connection he has found) and being willing to give it all up if it was for their own good.

This is the Loki we only got to see in glimpses throughout the MCU films. Those little breadcrumbs Hiddleston provided by the momentary frowns and briefly forlorn expressions when someone would tell Loki who or what he was, and for a split second it seemed like he wanted to prove them wrong, but instead absorbed their opinions and embraced them because it was the only role he was seen fit to fill.

Beyond character growth, the story is just phenomenal. By now, we have seen a LOT of time travel portrayal in movies and TV, but Loki actually seems to provide a fresh take on the concept. Some parts of it are tried and true, but other elements (like how do you time travel outside of time?) make it exciting and different. The way the story is actually being woven from multiple timelines, how Loki's time-slipping has created a scenario where we can actually see how the story we are seeing now is still being written. It's an incredible example of science fiction and fantasy.

Also, I'd like to take a minute to appreciate the retro-futurism aesthetic. I cannot be the only one tired of the sleek minimalist, functionalism approach to science fiction aesthetic. The 1970s/1980s browns and oranges, the clunky Jetsons-esque monitors, the throwback to Automats (the mystery as to why its green and only seems to stock keylime pie) It's a breath of fresh air!

I guess what I am trying to say is, don't let whatever disappointment you might have about the finale detract from the fact that Loki is actually a really excellent piece of fiction, and a step in the right direction in terms of developing compelling stories with fresh takes on familiar characters.

And as always, if I don't get explicitly stated Lokius, I would always settle for ambiguous/open-ended Lokius. We have two days clowns.

[twig-tea]

Absolute Zero ep. 1 First Thoughts

Absolute Zero already has me in a chokehold. This is everything I want from New Siwaj. It's beautiful, it's sad, it's cinematic, the background music is orchestral. People have visible real skin texture, and different skin tones. There is so much good, subtle physical acting (not every reaction is in the face), something New excels at bringing out in his actors.

There is SO MUCH NOSTALGIA! I am drowning in the aesthetics. And I love that two of our characters, the cinephiles, are clearly also quietly obsessed with retro things for their own reasons--the DVD/VCD rental store owner who has a gramophone and cassette deck in 2008 and was still renting DVDs through 2018, and Soon, who carries around a walkman and a flip phone in 2008, past when mp3 players and smart phones were a thing, renting rather than pirating DVDs, and watching films projected from real film on a reel [also was that an old school tape-based voicemail machine on his desk?]. Anachronism is established so early in this show, so quietly but thoroughly. I wonder how many younger audience members would even know that these things are anachronistic (I know it's not just cultural differences because Remember Me confirmed Thailand had smartphones by ~2005). I know we've already established that Soon is stuck in the past because he misses his recently deceased parents, but I am curious about how else these anachronisms are going to interplay with time travel as a theme.

I am also trying so hard not to reminisce, but I had a corner store that I passed on the way home from school and so would stop in all the time and rent VHS tapes from and the old guy who ran it knew me and would say hi and point out new things I would like and would make fun of me for renting the same thing over and over and would give me free gum from the gumball machine at the counter....it was even smaller than the one in the series and it was such a comfort and man I miss it!

And the time pieces! The hourglass, the old school analog alarm clock, the cigarettes which indicate the mystery neighbor [Soon from the future] has been on the balcony awhile, the ticket stubs to indicate the amount of time Ongsah missed Soon, the lack of anything on Soon's wrist (contrasted with the watch on Ongsah's--this might be a stretch but I'm thinking about it), even the stars as old timepieces (this is definitely a stretch).

And the grief this episode! So much and so quiet. We have Soon so overwhelmed he looks like he's choking on his grief at his parents' grave, as well as his general constant air of sadness [Mix improved so much since What the Duck and UWMA!]; Ongsah crying silently at the water for reasons we don't yet know; the DVD/VCD rental place's daughter grieving her father, and Soon also grieving him, and then the preview for the next ep so we know more pain is coming. I really appreciate how different each of these circumstances and depictions of grief have been so far, and it's something I'll be thinking about as the show goes on too (because I'm sure there will be more!).

Anyway. I am really excited that the first episode lived up to my expectations!

@bengiyo you asked to be tagged 💕 Anyone else talking about this show, feel free to tag me too!

[forever70s]

Thomas Cook travel catalog - 1974/1975

[cyber-corp]

oh right you're a huge music nerd, how'd I forget that. HEY GECKO check out radio.garden

it is a website that I can only get to work on my phone's firefox browser, maybe you'll have different luck there, but what it does is make a big spinning globe with green dots on it that represent various radio stations around the world, and you can zoop down and check out what's playing on the radio without the expense of international travel

my personal favorites:

Kassel, Germany: Gothic Radio by Radio Bob

Lyon, France: Allzic Radio Gothique

Sydney, Austrailia: Halloween Listening Party (it's year-round)

Longyearbyen, Norway: Arctic Outpost AM1270 (it's all old-timey fallout music)

Jersey City, NJ United States: WFMU Sheena's Jungle Room

Richmond, VA United States: Death.FM

Osaka, Japan: r/a/dio

Osaka, Japan again: Gyusyabu Retro PC Game Radio

Jarfalla, Sweden: Clubalicious Radio

Barrow, AK United States KBRW-AM 680 (not so much for the programming, but for the location - this is where 30 Days of Night took place)

and obviously there's a few more stations out there to find. this thing even picks up a few air traffic control towers too. haven't found any number stations yet, but maybe you'll have some luck there

Hell yeah, I love Radio Garden! A family friend of ours is a local radio presenter and I’ve been using the app ever since he told me about it!

Cheers for the recs, I’m fascinated by that Halloween station…

[lunarsilver]

Short messages for you, stepping in 2023

Of course I became ill just before Christmas. Because of this, I'm doing all the readings I have thought about later than I wanted to, sorry for that! We're starting off with a shorter reading, using charms and shufflemancy.

REMEMBER

I’m not a doctor, a psychiatrist, a therapist nor a psychologist. Tarot readings will never replace meetings with them.

It’s a general reading, so not everything will resonate.

If you can’t choose between two piles, probably both of them have some messages for you. You can also not identify with any of them and that’s okay too.

Readings can help you make a decision, but they shouldn’t be the main reason of making it.

1 ~ 2 ~ 3

PILE 1

catch the moment, good vibes, what will be will be – the whole Carpe diem motive is very strong here

E, X, I, minus, birds, 9, 6, 9 seals, seal (the charm shows the animal, but I have also thought about seal as in stamp/sigil), ex, chicken, duck, water, swimming, chimney, house/home upside down, X-mas, some fire, blue and red, water and fire; 9 means coming to an end, achievement; 6 means harmony, cooperation, healing, adapting

Shufflemancy: Teeth (5 Seconds of Summer)

PILE 2

it was a good evening, relax, crossing fingers

water is very prominent here, T, P, jar, spell jar, jam, X, 1, J, seal (animal), L. J., star, hope, kid, wishing while looking at a shooting star, pregnancy, teacher, parenting figure, 2; these two charms – big and small star and number 2 – are at some distance from the rest of the charms, some getting away or separating some parts of the life from each other?; secret jar with souvenirs, moneybox, tip, Tom and Jerry; 1 means a new beginning, chance, inspiration and 2 means balance, partnership, duality and choice

Shufflemancy: Le Bien qui fait mal (Mozart Opera Rock)

PILE 3

any occasion is good (it’s fallen out while i was shuffling, so take it to your heart), will you fall in love with me?, what will be will be

here all charms fell in some distance from each other so i think they’re all separate messages, without much linking with each other: some air and water, Q, P, a Q person is an air sign/has a lot of air in their chart and a P person is a water sign/has a lot of water in their chart, yellow, blue, 9, TV, radio, retro, orange (fruit), there is two of these TV/radio charms, would you appear there or see/watch/hear something important?, train, travelling, chicken, vacation, for some reason i’m getting summer vibes (specifically like in these anime/series romantizing 80's), queen, queen bee, Pisces; 9 means coming to an end, achievement

Shufflemancy: Surfuce Pressure (Jessica Darrow)

[dimalink]

Yellow – one more summer day in the forest

Pixel art for today based on videogame Fantastic Dizzy for game console Sega MegaDrive. Dizzy – it is a potato. As I get it. Like Pacman, such a circle. And it is very popular game series for computer Zx Spectrum 48k. It is amazing but Dizzy is walking there and he has there a whole adventure. And so, this way he walks up to 16 bit - Sega.

And this is my drawing about the same theme. Yellow today is in excellent mood, he wake up at the tree, at his little house. And start to run and jump. He lives at the trees. And that’s why he likes to jump and run. His adventures always lead him to some places. And at the new place he builds himself a new house.

There are lots of interesting in the forest. And lots of different habitats. You can collect stars. And fruits. And you better avoid little spiders. They are good and kind, of course. But, sometimes, they can bite you. Yellow has a dream to collect all the little stars. And bring them to the sea. And set them into the sea. It will be a very beautiful event. Little stars will start to shine and be bright. And later they start to have a different colors of rainbow. And will swim to somewhere deep into the ocean.

There is always a cool weather in the forest. Birds are singing. And every day – it is a new day of endless summer. Also, you can go as a friend to a crow. Crow also is living at the tree. And very often crow is flying from one place to another. Crow is also a traveler. And she has lots of different houses all over the forest. Also here is living a little owl. But it is hard to find him. He goes out only by nights.

It is said that there is so dark forest that even during the day it is dark there. And those place owl is living. You can go to his place as a guest. And crow to find it is easy. Almost at the end of every forest block. At the surface there are jumping rabbits. And they catch a carrot that are flying in the air. They have their own things to do. Everyone is living here with a fun.

So, it is such a good and kind summer fantasy about simple arcade. About collect and jump.

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

WEBSITE: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/home_eng.html ITCHIO: https://dimalink.itch.io/ GAMEJOLT: https://gamejolt.com/@DimaLink/games

BLOGGER: https://dimalinkeng.blogspot.com/

[jessicatredes]

i was tagged by @chloefrazer (like a week ago woops) to do this oc association - thank youuuuuuu!! i chose my bby boy raylan grace for this

tagging @newbordeaux @raphaelsboudoir @malefiicarum @jennystahl @chuckhansen @elvves @gwynbleidd & anyone else who wants to :-)

ANIMALS.

buzzards, coyotes, ravens. scavengers that feed off the dead.

COLOR.

black, orange, greens, & browns. flashy and muted shades.

MONTH.

august; when the days are hot and the nights are chilly.

SONGS.

jealousy, jealousy - olivia rodrigo; i'm so sick of myself when you die - mgmt; i'm not that nice pls pls pls let me get what i want - deftones; haven't had a dream in a long time god complex - violent vira; i wanna be the messiah, pariah / the one who never dies

NUMBER.

13.

PLANTS.

spanish moss, rye, foxglove, hemlock.

SMELLS.

stale air, petrichor, cigarettes, cheap cologne.

GEMSTONE.

conch pearl.

TIME OF DAY.

sunset.

SEASON.

summer.

PLACES.

amusement parks, empty parking lots, convenience stores at night.

FOOD.

cheap food; prepackaged items like instant noodles and white bread. plates left untouched, barely picked at. gum & mints.

DRINKS.

coffee, energy drinks, slushies, cheap wine.

ELEMENT.

earth.

SEASONINGS.

rosemary, paprika, nutmeg.

SKY.

hazy desert sunset.

WEATHER.

humid.

MAGICAL POWER.

time manipulation.

WEAPONS.

favors blades & pistols, but would rather talk his way out of confrontation.

CANDY.

sour or hard candy.

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL.

the unreliable for travel to different parts of the colony. he doesn't mind foot travel for long distances over land.

ART STYLE.

romanticism & retro art.

FEAR.

sleep; has insomnia due to anxiety of sleeping from the deep space freeze. also hates eating corporation food. he's afraid he'll always be pretending he's someone else and always feel the need to lie.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE.

sirens, nixies, will-o-wisp.

PIECE OF STATIONARY.

napkin with shitty handwriting scrawled on it.

THREE EMOJIS.

🚀🥍🪽

CELESTIAL BODY.

pluto's moon, charon.

[bikebound]

Retro Superbike: 1992 Kawasaki Zephyr 1100 “Shōzō” by Antonio and Gorge of @72hkgperformance. Nicknamed "Shōzō" after Kawasaki Shōzō, the shipbuilder and industrialist who founded Kawasaki in 1878, this 1100cc Zephyr is a two-wheeled ticket to another time: "I was born in 1972, so I grew up with the sound of these air and oil-cooled four cylinders. Every time we start one, a chill travels up my back, and when I ride it, it's a beautiful trip to the past.” Sporting a huge handmade fairing, 19/17” Aprilia wheels, multi-adjustable Hagon shocks and progressive springs, Brembo brakes, @motogadget electrics, @senenleatherworks saddle, and more. Photos: @eduardo_recuero. Full story today on BikeBound.com! ⚡️Link in Bio⚡️ https://instagr.am/p/Cks5uyeOQCH/

[morrigan-sims]

get to know the blogger tag

thank you lush @wildmelon for the tag!! <3

show your wallpaper:

I did that here! (except I have since swapped which one is the wallpaper and which one is the lock screen.)

last song you listened to:

Good As It Gets by Little Hurt

currently reading:

nothing, but I have a 14+ book TBR list waiting for me when I move back home in May.

last movie you watched:

Tick, Tick... BOOM! (for the third time) with @cozycalamity <3

last show you watched:

Critical Role Campaign 1. I'm already on episode 15 or 16, and I've only been watching for a week.

currently craving:

for it to not be so hot, or at the very least for my dorm to have some fucking air conditioning. (I melt in the heat. And get bitchy.)

what are you wearing right now?

a blue shirt that says "I would challenge you to a battle of the wits, but I see that you are unarmed" and black shorts.

how tall are you?

5'10" :)

piercings?

none, and I have no interest in getting any. I know they'd get infected so fast because I suck like that. (plus minor fear of needles, lmao.)

tattoos?

none currently, but I really want some!! (I'm terrified of chickening out/not being able to handle it though, cause again, needle fear.) I think the first one I want to get is a sword or dagger wrapped in thorny rose vines on the inside of my left forearm.

glasses/contacts?

nope. only 20/20 vision over here. My dad has glasses tho.

last thing you ate:

a bagel with cream cheese at 11am

favorite color?

black, royal blue, crimson red.

any pets?

two cats. 4-year-old bonded brothers named Loki (solid black) and Charlie (solid grey).

favorite fictional character?

oh god, don't make me choose!! there's so many! I abstain from answering.

last place you traveled?

across the street to buy water. it's fucking hot here.

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