#swoop bike

[catstroker]

A doodle I did of Cedee on her swoop :)

[sw5w]

Entering Mos Espa

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:30:58

[grimark]

so i was biking home from work, i decided to take a detour and stop at the grocery store. on the way i saw a sign warning that there was a swooping magpie around, telling people to protect their eyes and walk, don't run or bike, through the area. but i'm a complacent idiot who hasn't been swooped in years, so i ignored the sign and kept biking.

then i saw the magpie. sitting dead still on a nearby fence post. we made direct eye contact. i felt a rush of primal fear. the magpie watched me bike past and considered its options for a few moments. then the bastard fucking went for me. anyway i love being attacked by wild animals, truly livens up my springtime.

[nichiperi]

angy >:(

[alphamecha-mkii]

Star Wars: Book of Boba Fett - Chapter 4 Concept Art by Ryan Church

[topnotchquark]

i don't know about motogp and i wonder why people cant write reader× about them 🫣 are they angry people for such a thing

Hahahaha. No! These guys wouldn't get angry about romantic rpfs written about them, on the contrary I think a couple of them might even get a little chuffed.

See the thing is MotoGP is technically an international premier level sporting event, but it's also, a scrappy little sport that features a bunch of dudes that have spent their lives covered in grease from their family's mechanical workshop businesses. It's the little leagues because all these boys grew up knowing each other almost always from the same two countries (Italy, Spain) and there also isn't a big push to make the sport slick and commercialised at an international scale.

Imo from what little I have seen of x reader stories they are meant to serve a particular fantasy. This particular fantasy features the male love interest with a specific type of wealth and lifestyle, and usually the male interest is expected to be a doting partner to the reader in question.

I don't think the MotoGP boys, that are miles away from any proper PR training and spend their their entire time surrounded by the same bunch of mechanics and riders make for the prince charming, swoop you off your feet kind of romance? They are visibly incompatible with that specific type of female fantasy required in these stories.

Also sorry this post was your initiation into MotoGP lol, it's a fun fucking sport with crazy men on bikes that go over 300kmph and put everything on the line, including their bodies, to win. Try it out if that sounds fun!

[theyellowhue]

Rain definitely had an oh moment  

[k-atsukibakugou]

my 13 year old brother got swooped and cut by a magpie 😭😭😭😭

[kad-dala]

[hiddenbeks]

anyway back to kotorposting. one thing to know abt liah is that if she wasn't a jedi she would be a famous swoop racer

[jewishcissiekj]

just found about about some other Micro Galaxy Squadron things

are you kiddingggggggg they are so fucking cute

I have to get one of these and reenact Clone Wars 2003 with my Asajj one

[planet4546b]

i’m having so much fun with kotorrrrrrr. every time carth speaks to tig they start yelling at each other. carth and bastila fighting. bastilas like well I think you might be force sensitive and tig says No im not. Stop talking to me. I wanna hang out with mission

[veritasangel]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ any pov ୨୧˚ warnings: none {wc: 342} ༄ this was supposed to be cute but....

Thinking about ex boyfriend Simon who your family adores and they still invite him over for dinners or special occasions.

You guys didn’t end on a bad terms by any means, honestly more ‘right person, wrong time’

You met before he became a soldier, it was only friendly back when you were teenagers but then he got deployed and you lost touch. Only for you to run into each other a couple years later and it wasn’t long before he’d swooped you off your feet, both figuratively and literally. The relationship was great, not perfect, no relationship ever is, but damn near close enough.

And then the stress of his job and the endless distance for months at a time kinda got to you both and it mutually came to an end, even when neither one of you truly wanted it to.

But you could never really move on when your family practically considered him family too, as if you two were married, as if you two had never broken up.

Your mum and dad call him son, your siblings think of him as a brother, even your little cousins are obsessed with him, clinging onto him whenever they see him and asking for piggyback rides.

And maybe Simon’s guilty for showing up all the time when you’re both trying to move on. But he relishes in that feeling he gets at family gatherings. Planning trips with your Dad, offering to help your brother sort out his bike, helping your Mum with dinner, he loves it all because it allows him a temporary moment to imagine he had gotten down on one knee.

And God, does he wish he had argued back that day you broke up. He agreed, said it was best for both of you but it wasn’t best for him and he sure as hell hopes it wasn’t for you either.

But now all he can do is think about the what if’s as he glances at you from across the dinner table with a family that’s not his.

bonus

༄ m.list

© veritasangel ↣ 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴

[miryum]

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Mechanic!Jason Todd who had inherited the shop from his (biological) father and was able to turn it in a large shop that employed numerous people and branched four locations

Mechanic!Jason Todd who preferred to work on cars and bikes rather than the financial/business side of things, so he employed his adopted brother, Tim, to be co-owner

Mechanic!Jason Todd who was known to his employees as a chill boss and regularly didn’t even tell customers he was the owner. His employees came to him when they needed advice on a client’s car, but other than that, he liked to simply work on his motorcycle

Mechanic!Jason Todd who didn’t actually meet you because you had car troubles. Your sister had just moved to Gotham and some of her dashboard lights were on. She wanted you to come with her to make sure she wasn’t getting scammed. A friend of a friend recommended Red’s Garage and so there you went

Mechanic!Jason Todd who wasn’t even working when you two rolled up in your sister’s old car. He was taking a break and chatting with some of his employees 

Mechanic!Jason Todd who, when he saw you, immediately pushed off from the break table and went over to help you. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly wanted to help a customer while he was on break, but he left the conversation he was in and headed over

Mechanic!Jason Todd who just kinda… appeared, as it seemed to you. He hovered around your sister’s car, listening into his employee’s analysis. The moment his employee stuttered, Jason was swooping at the chance, inserting himself into the conversation 

Mechanic!Jason Todd who gave your sister a discount and walked her through the steps in a way where you thought he has a crush on her, even though he couldn’t look at you otherwise he would be stammering over his words and falling at your feet

Mechanic!Jason Todd who actually waved you and your sister goodbye like a damn person from the 30s

Mechanic!Jason Todd who ignored Tim when he teased him about it

Mechanic!Jason Todd who beat himself up about not asking for your number but was rewarded by Aphrodite because you came in two weeks later, smiling sheepishly. It turned out that something was wrong with your car, but you had no idea what it was. Nevermind that your father was alive and loving and would’ve rushed over to help with any car problems. You wanted to spend a ton of money on a car check-up

Mechanic!Jason Todd who tried to remain all composed and professional and failing miserably but you were looking up at him with those eyes of yours and how did the world function when you looked that damn pretty? 

Mechanic!Jason Todd who slipped you his number on the receipt when you checked out because it’s once in a lifetime that things like this happen and he’ll be damned if you slipped through his fingers twice

Mechanic!Jason Todd who spent the rest of his day compulsively checking his phone. What he didn’t know was that you had almost thrown out the receipt, not noticing his number on it. Luckily (or perhaps it was just Aphrodite interfering again), you noticed the messy scrawl of pen as it floated into the recycling bin and that lead you to frantically grabbing it out of the bin and immediately making a new contact labelled ‘Jason aka Hot Mechanic’

Mechanic!Jason Todd who was with his last client of the day when you texted. After he smiled widely and giddily typed out a response, the client had asked, “oh, is that your wife?” Jason had mumbled out a response before one of his employees saved him and ushered Jason off to the break table while they finished up with the client

Mechanic!Jason Todd who, when he showed up at the zoo for your first date, wanted to bring flowers but then he rationalised that he wouldn’t want you carrying them around the entire time so he would just buy you a plushie from the gift shop when the time came. He had given you the option to choose the location for the first date, and being utterly adorable, you said you wanted to see the animals with him. Jason had agreed before the words registered with him. He wasn’t sure exactly how to dress for a first date, much less one at the zoo, so he opted for a red flannel and jeans. He had spent around ten minutes with his hands under the hot water of his bathroom sink, trying to scrub away the seemingly-permanent grease that lived on his fingertips and under his nails. He wouldn’t dare touch you with those hands. You didn’t deserve to get dirty 

Mechanic!Jason Todd who forgot all anxieties when he saw you approaching. Your little awkward wave was returned by one of his own which led to your laugh. Maybe Jason could wave again if it meant you would laugh again. He decided against it. He couldn’t remember a time he had over-analysed a date before

Mechanic!Jason Todd who spent more time looking at you than looking at the animals. Whenever you teased him about it, his go-to argument was that you were much more gorgeous or much more interesting than the animals. And if that meant he got to see you get all flustered, then so be it

Mechanic!Jason Todd who bought you that promised plushie at the gift shop. It was a snow leopard, just like the one you two saw roaming around in it’s exhibit

Mechanic!Jason Todd who, after a few more dates, asked you to be his girlfriend, not knowing that ever since you had gotten that snow leopard, had changed his contact to ‘Jay’ with a little heart emoji next to it

Mechanic!Jason Todd who was possibly the best boyfriend you had ever had. Routine dates became a thing – ones that didn’t feel like an obligation, but like a break from the rest of your life. You wondered how much he spent on flowers just from the sheer amount that would show up on your doorstep just because. A text every morning and goodnight until he was listed as the top contact in your phone

Mechanic!Jason Todd who showed you off around the shop. He wanted his girl to feel comfortable enough to just pop in whenever you wanted, so of course that’s what happened. You would either sit in Jason’s office or would sit next to him while he worked on a car. Sometimes, he would ask you for a tool, but most of the time, you would just ramble to him and he would throw in a comment here and there

Mechanic!Jason Todd who made sure your car was in tip-top shape, obviously

Mechanic!Jason Todd who loved to take you on rides on his motorcycle. He loved to feel your arms around him and your thighs pressed into his. He loved how you would tighten your hold when he went around corners or sped up a little. He loved how you claimed his extra helmet as yours and no one else's. He loved seeing other bikers check you out and how his hand would slip back to your thigh, showing you were his. He loved seeing girls gawk at him through their car windows before they saw you possessively bring your hands to his chest and stare them down. He loved how, at stoplights, you would slide your hands up and down his thighs slowly, testing how close you could get to his crotch before his chin dropped to his chest in defeat and weakly batted your hands away. He loved how he could bend you over his motorcycle and how, that one time, you shyly asked if he could keep his helmet on during sex

Mechanic!Jason Todd who really really liked you and his motorcycle, in case that wasn’t clear

Mechanic!Jason Todd who was a bit rougher and much more of a tease than any other variant. He liked knowing how it was him that could draw out those sounds from you. How he could make you clench around his fingers, his tongue, his dick

Mechanic!Jason Todd who stayed at your place a couple nights and then offered to have you stay at his place for a couple nights and he oh-so badly wanted you to move in so you could be a part of his home. He was already beginning to associate you with that word, so what was the issue? He could come home and see you and hold you and love you and it would be perfect

Mechanic!Jason Todd who brushed away your worries at it being too early to move in together. He wanted you to be comfortable, of course, and not to be rushed, but he would be lying if a part of him could only be satisfied going to sleep next to you and waking up next to you. He craved that domesticity 

Mechanic!Jason Todd who, once you agreed to move in, christened every room of the house, praising you this way and that

Mechanic!Jason Todd who was much happier around the garage. Tim had to pull him into his office and tell him to “stop giving out so many discounts. Yes, your girlfriend is wonderful, but we’re soon gonna lose money if you don’t stop. Yes, you can still brag about her, but rent money, Jason. Think about the paychecks.”

Mechanic!Jason Todd who, honestly, didn’t give a fuck if the garage tanked. Because it would give him more time to spend with you. But once he realised that he wouldn’t be able to provide for you (although you were very capable of doing it yourself, there was just this primal need in him to take care of you), he quickly got back to work and ceased the discounts

Mechanic!Jason Todd who thanked Aphrodite every night he got to pull you close to him and feel you relax into his arms before drifting off to sleep, that plush snow leopard having its coveted spot on your dresser

can you guys tell i like motorcycles and the greek gods?

[tojisun]

the first time that biker!simon suggested that he drives you around on his bike, you were terrified to the point of declining his offer.

“i can’t,” you mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater, your lips downturned in genuine disappointment. “‘m sorry.”

you couldn’t meet his eyes, nervous that perhaps you’ve made him upset, but simon just took your hands on his – your small palms fitting snuggly against his gloved ones – and squeezed gently.

“you don’t have to apologize for anything, sweetheart,” simon replied, pulling you close until you were forced to tilt your head up to finally meet his gaze. you rove your eyes over his features, taking in the dimple of his cheeks as he gave you a smile, all boyish and breathtaking.

“don’t worry about it, yeah?” he asked before wrapping you in an embrace after seeing your hesitant nod.

he’s right, you know that. you shouldn’t have worried about it at all, but simon had always loved his bike. had always loved the thrill of the ride; the way the wind whipped against his skin or how the sounds of the road are intensified even with his helmet. you knew it was an irreplaceable experience so of course you truly couldn’t let go of his request.

it sat there on your mind every time he picked you up in his car, his harley tucked in the garage for the day. it curled around the crevices of your heart whenever simon kissed your temple before going out for a night ride with the boys.

“take care, okay?” you would say.

“always,” he would reply, kissing you on the lips again as though sealing his promise before pulling his helmet on and hopping onto his bike. he’d kiss the edges of his gloved knuckles where your initials lay then drive off.

it sat there in the pit of your stomach until one friday afternoon, you tugged onto his sleeve and whispered, “can i hitch a ride?”

the smile on simon’s lips was blinding and you couldn’t help the swoop of giddiness that filled you up when he snatched you from you stood, lifting you up before twirling you around the room.

“you sure you want this?” he asks now, blinking down at you as you fiddle with the zippers of your leather jacket. you look at simon, watching as he twirls your helmet in his hands, and even through his balaclava you can see how his face is pinched in doubt.

(you still can’t believe how simon had stowed away your very own helmet, murmuring how he got it as a valentines gift but decided to hide it when he saw just how hesitant you were when he made the offer.

“i was scared that if you saw i got you y’r own helmet, you would’ve felt pressured to agree to ride with me,” simon whispered, rubbing a thumb at the visor before shooting you a small smile. “stop pouting, love. i know you well, after all.”)

“never surer,” you say with a giggle before showing yourself off to him.

simon hums appreciatively, beautiful eyes narrowing in muted desire. “should see you in leather more, sweet girl. look how beautiful you are.”

you playfully swat at his arm in your embarrassment before standing still when simon lifts the helmet in his hands with a quiet beckoning. you let him fit it on you, your hair gathered in one of his hands and the other gently sliding the helmet on your head. all throughout, you watch the way his eyes crinkle in delight, his touch so reverent, and it makes you choke on the intensity of your love for this beautiful man.

he taps at the top of your visor when he is done, then he is stepping away to prep himself for the ride.

“c’mere, sweetheart,” he says when he is done. “y’got nothin’ to worry about, not w’me here.”

his words burn you, filling you up with encompassing warmth that tickles your cheeks and dips into your neck. you giggle as you shake off the last of your nerves before stepping close, hovering beside his harley, waiting for his instructions.

it wasn’t long or complicated by any chance, but you can see simon’s cautiousness shining through and that eases up your own worries.

there are things for you to remember, he says, things that would ensure your safety and his. and you take him seriously, nodding when he points at his bike and tells you where to prop your feet up, where to sit, where to hold. then, he holds your hands and says that you call all the shots; that if you want to stop, to squeeze his shoulder three times and he’s pulling over.

“this is all about you havin’ fun so don’t push y’rself, alright baby?” simon murmurs, ending his tirade.

then, he takes you for that promised ride.

you two planned to go to the park, just somewhere that’s far enough from your place but still within the expansive stretch of the city road’s smooth asphalt. he asked if you would’ve preferred the beach, but that was a two hour ride and you truly couldn’t handle anything that long. when you told him so, he laughed and kissed the top of your head and said, “then i’ve got the perfect place for you.”

the purr of the machine between your legs is unusual, if not a little bit weird. your grip on simon’s waist must be painful but you don’t have it in you to loosen up, especially not when the speed kicks up to match the traffic. you bite down a squeal when he makes a turn towards the highway, your stomach flipping when you physically feel the bike leaning to your side, almost like it’d fall anytime soon.

of course it doesn’t because simon’s a damn good driver but the adrenaline is coursing through you in waves, surprisingly dousing the fires of your anxiety and replacing it instead with a pooling elation because this feels so fucking good.

you don’t even realize that your hands have loosened their hold onto simon, gripping just enough not to fall. you lift your head from where it’s pressed on his back, tilting just enough to see past his bulk and to take in the dizzying colours of the trickling dawn. the wind is cool even with your jacket, and even though your helmet and visor is obscuring your nose, you take a deep inhale.

fuck. you might just get addicted to this.

the next time that simon swerves to exit the highway, you no longer bite down your squeal, letting it instead rumble from your throat and into the air. simon’s shoulders shake and you realize that he’s laughing, high from your reaction. you couldn’t help it but giggles flutter from your lips, full of the thrill of this experience.

the park comes to view soon and you pout, wanting to keep the drive going. but simon pulls over, parks, and only when the engine stops do you feel the numbness spreading through your legs.

“you doin’ okay over there, sweetheart?” simon asks, remaining seated, unable to stand with you still holding onto him.

“mhmm!” you reply. “i can’t stand up though.”

he barks out a laugh. “oh yeah. that might take a while.” he reaches behind him to rub at the sides of your thighs, massaging whatever he can reach.

you hum, rubbing your hand on his abdomen. “s’fine. ‘m not rushing.” you nuzzle your helmet on his back, falling into silence as you feel yourself unravel from the short experience. you breathe in deeply, the air fogging your visor, and say, “i loved that, si. thank you so much.”

simon’s hold on your thighs gain strength, squeezing gently. “of course, sweetheart.” you hear the happiness in his voice, breathless from his own rush of dopamine. “thank you for trusting me.”

“always, baby,” you reply, squeezing him again, muffling your giggles when you heard his surprised wheeze at the action. “i’ll always trust you.”

(ext.01) (ext.03) // mlist!

[cottonlemonade]

Thinking about tattoo artist!Suna regularly volunteering his time at his local hospital.

Every two weeks he gives himself an afternoon off, grabs his supply case that is now just filled with sharpies and makes his way to the children’s ward. He has a little booklet of different designs he can offer them ranging from unicorns all the way to fire spewing dragons. Whenever it’s time for his visit, the kids already wait for him with their little hands and noses pressed to the glass. They start bouncing and yelling when they see him approach and he pulls his cap deeper into his face so they wouldn’t see him smile too hard.

Drawing his designs on them gives the kids a chance to unload, so he hears all about the injustice of just one pudding cup per meal and the insane difficulty of the latest Pokemon game. There is one little boy he has a particular soft spot for. He had broken his leg while riding his bike and was now stuck in rehabilitation for six weeks, because his mom had to go to work to provide because his (shitbag) dad left when he was a baby - Suna gave that jerk all kinds of colorful names in his head as the 5 year old went on and on and on about how great his mom was and how much he missed her but that she never went a day without visiting him.

By the end of the boy’s session Suna probably knew more about this kid’s mom than he did about any woman he dated in the last couple of months. He imagined a grade A soccer mom from his stories and so was surprised when the door to his room swung open and a young woman appeared, slightly out of breath and hair disheveled like she hurried to see her kid. The top button of her blouse was undone and only somewhat stuffed into her high waisted jeans, sitting just right on curvy hips.

Suna looked you appreciatively up and down, smiled and watched as the boy opened his arms and waited to be swooped into a hug which he immediately was.

Proudly, the boy showed off the sea serpent snaking up his arm.

“Thank you very much.”, the woman said to Suna, her voice sounding tired but happy.

“Hey kid.”, Suna looked at the boy, “How about I do your mom next?”