#MINI BIKES COMBINED

[lov1ngreid]

BOYS LIKE YOU | 1

(pairings): highschool!spencer + cheerleader!reader both intended to be 18 in this story

(warnings): none!

(word count): 2.9k

(author’s note): so long i’m so sorry

hii i decided to split this fic into a mini series cause i have so many ideas and directions for it and i didn’t want to squish it into one long fic, some chapters maybe nsfw ;P i also wrote this with high school in mind, of course Spencer is regular high school age and not like twelve 🤨 but if you’d rather picture them in early college go ahead! also I usually HATEEE when fics have outfit inspos but soz I’m forcing you to imagine these outfits they’re so gorg 😭

okay no more rambling!! if u wanna listen to what i did when i wrote this, here you go!! ➘

“That’s what you’re wearing” Your brother brodie snickered from his bedroom as you strolled past it on the way to the bathroom, usually you wouldn’t have given in to his snide comments, which you were no stranger to. But it was thanksgiving if your brother thought your outfit was ugly, chances are, so would the rest of your family.

Your outfit always happened to be a topic of conversation.

Your movements halt when you finally process what he had said, before slowly taking a few steps backwards meeting his taunting face while he sat on the edge of the bed “What’s wrong with it?” You cock your head feeling the embarrassment trickle through your face up to your ears, usually you wouldn’t care what comments Brodie decided to make about your outfit, but a lot of people were going to be seeing this one.

Honestly you thought it was pretty tame considering the only revealing piece was your skirt, which frankly wasn’t that short, and you thought you had compensated with your boots.

“Why are you wearing… boots?” He laughed looking down at your outfit with furrowed eyebrows before looking back up at your flustered face “and why are they red?”

You scoffed, embarrassment completely diminishing when you find out that was his problem with your outfit “they’re maroon… and you’re wearing a doctor who shirt, don’t think you’re in any position to be judging me” you glare back at him uncrossing your arms.

Honestly, he has absolutely no right to be making fun of your outfit, despite being twins, you were the complete opposites. His outfits usually consist of different coloured converse and some sort of comic book shirt, yours consisting of literally anything else.

“I have a party afterwards anyways, I don’t have time to get changed”

“You have a party on thanksgiving?… who has a party on thanksgiving” Brodie scoffs finishing the lace on his second converse

“A lot of people” you smile sarcastically backing from his door frame to continue your task before you were rudely interrupted “not that you would know” you mumble under your breath before leaving his bedroom.

A little satisfied smile crept upon your face when you heard Brodie’s faint ‘hey!’ Emitting from his bedroom.

You knew your mother would be absolutely furious knowing you had intentions on leaving thanksgiving early to attend a party, which was exactly why you had no plans on telling her. Your family was big enough as is, and considering you had shared thanksgiving with the Reid family for 12 years and counting, with both combined there had to be one, or many pockets for you to escape unnoticed.

The car ride to the Reid family home always seemed so short, always feeling so much longer when you were riding there on bikes, or walking there after school.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had even used your bike, it had to be collecting dust in your garage by now, you truly don’t think you had used it since starting highschool, despite your brother’s efforts to get you to ride to Spencer's house with him, each time you declined, something always more important popping up.

The familiar smell of the house flooded your nose while you took a step in, it always smelt like chai and vanilla, and it always looked like fall threw up on it, decorated with faux autumn leaves and pumpkins all year round, they always just added Santa hats to the pumpkins in December, you knew that was Spencer’s doing.

The wind was almost taken from you while Diana embraced you in the biggest hug, almost knocking over the cupcakes from the tray you were holding, giggling a little you returned the hug one handed of course. She always smelt like the house times ten, the vanilla smell becoming so much stronger the closer you were to her, pulling back she embraced your face in her warm slender hands brushing your cheeks softly with the pad of her thumb.

“You look so beautiful” she smiles, your face turning pink at her compliment, she did this every year. Every year she hugs you, looks like she’s about to cry and then goes on about how beautiful you look for the rest of the night, and every year it makes you feel a little more guilty about not coming around as much.

Both your parents embrace Diana and William before they usher you to the beautifully set dinner table, where the rest of his and your family awaited your arrival, both yours and his grandparents chatting away at the kitchen bench about some sort of football nonsense.

Always in awe of Diana’s meals, you debated on changing your mind and slipping out after dinner instead, not wanting to miss out on her carefully cooked Turkey.

Despite getting swept away in greeting the rest of your family, as well as the rest of the Reid’s, it didn’t take you long to notice one missing Reid.

Regardless of your efforts to talk to Spencer, he never really seemed that interested in befriending you after middle school, every time you tried to talk to him in class he always went quiet and dismissive, or snapped mean answers back at you, and you simply took the hint.

Spencer saw the way your friends snickered to themselves when you tried to speak to him, the way they’d whisper when he walked past, even though you’d smile and wave, he always saw them laugh behind you. He knew deep down it wasn’t your fault, but he couldn’t help but blame you when you never actually stopped any of your friends from making snide comments at him or his friends.

Excusing yourself from your family, you hopped up the stairs, muscle memory walking you towards Spencer’s room before you mind had caught up,

Reading the large ‘S R’ sticker on the bedroom door, you chuckle to yourself a little, staring at the crooked R knowing it was like that cause you couldn’t reach it to meet the S in the fourth grade, Spencer had refused to help you, cackling as he watched you on your tippy toes while you begged him to stop laughing.

Before your mind could even process anything, you brought your arm up to knock on his door, swallowing nervously.

You weren’t even sure why you were nervous, he just seemed to shut down any attempt at being friends and you never knew why. He got along with Brodie just fine, they were honestly really close, they hung out at school everyday and studied together after school on Wednesdays and Fridays, it just seemed like your invitation stopped one day.

The door swung open while your mind had still been dissociated thinking about all the attempts you made to talk to him, snapping you from your brain fog, Spencer stood at the door almost equally as confused as you, honestly you didn’t know why you were there, and as smart as he was, he didn’t know either.

“I brought you a cupcake” you chuckle pushing the baked good towards him with your right hand, eyebrows furrowed he takes a look at the seemingly vanilla cupcake in your hand before looking back up at your eyes.

“I don’t like cupcakes” Spencer shakes his head quickly while his hand grips harder on his door handle, debates in his mind about closing it on you.

“Yes you do” Cocking your head you stare at Spencer confused, he loved cupcakes, he also loved your cupcakes “I literally saw you eating one in the library the other day” you scoff at his obvious lie.

“And why were you in the library” he raises both his eyebrows, glancing back down at the pretty cupcake you had offered him, which he began to quickly regret declining, because he really did love your cupcakes.

“Reading?” You conceded pulling your arm holding the cupcake back “are you implying I don’t read Spencer Reid?” This was the most he had talked to you in months, you never realized you could miss a person's voice despite them being alive and well.

“If the boot fits” he shrugs leaning on his door, the grip on his door handle loosening a little, you stare a little taken back, he doesn’t talk to you for years, and then all of a sudden on thanksgiving he decides he’s going to spit back sassy little comments at you?

“Can you just take the cupcake?.. it’s pumpkin spice” you admitted pushing the sweet back in his direction, a little part of Spencer’s facade broke down, almost giving into the cupcake “I even made the little pumpkin out of fondant… it took forever” you whisper the last part almost talking to yourself.

He tried his hardest to stay strong but you had just about broken him down at this point, with a displeased groan rolling his eyes he reached out to snatch the cupcake from your soft hand, earning a small smile to form on your lips.

It only took him seconds to dig into the treat before a soft chuckle escaped your lips “can I come in?” You smile glancing behind him into his room, it looked almost exactly the same as it did when you were fourteen, posters in the same place, no furniture was rearranged, you even spotted the mini dalek figurine you had bought him on his top shelf.

Hesitantly Spencer nods stepping away from the door frame to welcome you in, his room was always kept neat, sheets tucked perfectly under his mattress, and books always in the correct spot. His weakness, however, was the countless amount of school work pages spread across his desk.

Taking a seat at his desk your eyes still gaze around his room, feeling like a blast from the past, all the books you read, series reruns you watched and stories you wrote coming back to you in a wave of memories.

“So…” he mumbled, mouth still half full with your cupcake before sitting down on the edge of his bed “do you need science homework?” Shrugging boring his eyes back into yours.

You scoff, frankly offended he would even ask you such a thing “no?.. Spencer, you and I have almost the same science grades." You'd be lying if you said you’ve never thought of asking Spencer for homework, especially on nights where cheer practice ran late and you didn’t have nearly enough time to finish, but you’ve never actually asked.

“Yeah almost” scoffing while he brushes his hands against each other wiping the crumbs of the cupcake away, you sat there stunned a little, he knew you’d never ask him considering your friendship… situation, you wouldn’t use him.

You felt the rage boiling in you for a little at his attitude towards you, considering you had done absolutely nothing for him to be mad at you for, sure you weren’t in the same friend group, but he would know more than anyone the statistics of middle school friends drifting apart in highschool, you swivel his desk chair to face his desk, frustrated palming your face with your hands dragging them down a little.

You allow your eyes to rake across his messy paper filled desk before they’re drawn to one page in particular, written in pink pen on beige lined paper, quickly snatching it from the pile you let your eyes scan over it a little before letting out an unexpected laugh.

Catching Spencer’s attention his eyes had almost bulged out of his head once he realized what piece of paper you had in your hands.

“Dear Spencer…” you start reading aloud ignoring Spencer’s loud attempts to make you put it down “I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our conversations and wanted to let you know-”

“Put it down please” he groans, reaching forwards to grab it from your hands, only for you to snatch it towards you standing up from his desk chair.

“-That I’ve liked you for a while now- Sadie Keller!” You gasp grinning up at Spencer while he makes every attempt to steal the paper back from your grip “you never told me you liked Sadie Keller!” you playfully smack him with the piece of notebook paper before letting him grab it from your grasp.

“I don’t really tell you anything” Spencer crumpled up the paper before tossing it back onto his desk, you face fell a little at his words, only because he was right, he didn’t really tell you anything at all, because he didn’t ever talk to you, because you weren’t really friends.

You almost could’ve sworn you felt a lightbulb click on above your head while you watched Spencer scurry his papers together to make a neat pile “come to a party with me” you rush causing his movements to halt slowly turning his head to meet your gaze.

“Why on earth would I do that… it’s thanksgiving” he reasoned, confusion painted across his face. He simply could not fathom why you would want to take him to a party, he also couldn’t fathom why he was considering it.

“God” you groaned, moving to take a seat on his bed now “people have got to get over that” rolling your eyes you pat down your skirt a little before continuing your attempt to read his face for clues on what was going on inside his head.

“Why would you want to be seen at a party with me?” He queried, attitude dripping from his sentence, watching as your face dropped and your brows furrowed coloured him confused, why would you want to be seen with him?

“Sadie will be there… and I can’t see a potential love story and not indulge” you snicker, almost dismissing his question, you thought you’d spare a sentimental conversation about how much you missed him and instead go an easier route, you wanted him to come for his benefit.

To your surprise, he looks as if he considers it for a while, it was the first time you actually took in what he was wearing, a fitted doctor who shirt and gray sweatpants, the same exact doctor who shirt your brother has on, you cringed a little at the thought that they had coordinated that.

“Fine” he says after a while of silence, you simply cannot help the grin creeping up on your face “but only because of Sadie, and not because of you” he rushes again, almost sounding like something he was trying to convince himself rather than you.

Holding your hands up in defense you smile at his surprising compliance “how are we even supposed to leave without anyone noticing?” Beginning to worry that both your families were beginning to wonder where both of you had gone.

In all seriousness, your family actually had not noticed that the both of you were up in Spencer’s room, and were much more occupied by the game of football they all huddled around to watch.

“Follow me genius”

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[junoswrlld]

✧˖°📖nerd antics ୨୧˚

choi soobin x gn!reader 1.9k words warning swearing & lowercase intended & kms jokes genre fluff, established relationship, crack(this was very unserious) featuring sim jake-enhypen and eunchae- le serrafim junos’s note this is supossed to be a birthday present for nai @run2seob happy birthday pookster *runs away*

mini synopsis -- u do nerd anime stuff with Soobin (he shows u anime figure collection & jake jumpscare)

Friday 3am

your phone screen illuminated your face in the otherwise dimly lit room as tonight was just like any night for you, the usual scrolling through tiktok at 3am, more specifically scrolling through the soobin hashtag.

it was definitely endearing seeing all the heartwarming things moas would post about soobin. The genuine affection they harbored for your boyfriend, was palpable. Their posts ranged from heartwarming anecdotes to hilariously relatable observations, all testament to the magnetic charm of Soobin.

but one video caught your eye, an episode of Eunchae's Star Diary, a close friend of yours interviewing Soobin and Kai. It was a compilation a fan made of all their favorite clips from the show. about halfway through the clip show Eunchae asks Soobin about his fixation with anime.

Eunchae leaned in and asked, "oh, Soobin you like anime?"

soobin laughed, feigning surprise. "ah yes, how'd you know?" he said.

eunchae couldn't help but chuckle in response, "Aren't you famous for it....?"

seeing this clip made you go down a rabbit hole of trying to find times when Soobin talked about the interest of his of anime. and in one video he seems to mention having a shelf of sorts the he uses to display anime figures. This intrigues you because it's not like you didn't know of this fascination, having been dating him for a little over two months of course he's told you all about it, but a shelf dedicated to figures? you've heard no talk of the sort.

and you've also had to chance to see such thing since you haven't yet been to soobins dorm, thus you've also never got the chance to see this shelf, so you decided to text him about it

you: u collect anime figures??? soobie:WHO TOLD U?!?!?!? you: u did? you:i watched a clip of u mentioning it soobie: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO you: its not that embarrassing soobinnnn soobie: SO U ADMIT ITS AT LEAST A LITTLE WEIRD?!?!? you: WHAT NO you:id collect them too if i had the money soobie: really?? soobie:oh my gosh im in love you: omg wtf kms ur killing me you: anyways can i come over tomorrow(x together)? you:or i guess later today since its 3am soobin: like after practice? ofc u can you: im #scared after what ive seen of the dorms from tiktok you:a bike right by the stove? really? soobie:OMG LOL ill definitely clean it up for u you: u better

5 hours later (8am)

soobie:y/n. you: what???? soobie: i just heard my 8am alarm go off you: not my fault u couldnt stop talking to me soobie: real u just have too much rizz you:real!!! soobie: but i gotta get ready to go to practice now you: wanna reschedule when i come over then? you:yknow so u (and me) can get some sleep? soobie:ur just reading my mind you: we should have planed it for tmr any since its saturady soobie: omg were so not smart you:im very smart idk about u tho you: since u spend all ur money on anime figures n stuff soobie: honestly fair

Saturday 2pm

you've arrived at the dorm building, its a modern structure with a sleek and contemporary design. It stands tall, several stories high, with large windows that allow plenty of natural light to filter through. The exterior is adorned with a combination of glass and steel, giving it a polished and sophisticated look.

The entrance is well-lit, and as you step inside, you're greeted by a spacious and stylish lobby. The walls are decorated with subtle, tasteful artwork, featuring images of past achievements or group photos of the residents. The floor is immaculately tiled, and there's a reception desk where visitors can check-in.

after the rigorous check-in process of the front desk ladies just making sure you're not some crazy fan trying to break into the dorms, they point you in the direction of the elevators you would be taking to Soobin's room.

As you step into the elevator, your anticipation for seeing Soobin intensifies. The doors start to close, and just before they shut completely, a hand slips through, causing the doors to retract. You look up, and to your surprise, you find yourself face to face with a group of idols entering the elevator.

you think that maybe it's one of the front desk ladies that might have forgotten something? or maybe it's Soobin getting to his dorm at the same time you did. so without giving it a second thought you spam the "open door" button, hoping to help whoever is on the other side of the door.

just when you think that it's surely soobin based on the height the person entering the elevator has, he turn to meet eyes with you.

JAKE?!!!?!??!?! FROM ENHYPEN???????

of course, you have idol friends since you're dating the Choi Soobin, but he hasn't introduced you to Enhypen yet! you don't even think he's told them about your relationship, so what if Jake thinks you're some crazy fan like the front desk ladies did??

jake side-eyes you as he exits the elevator, reaching his floor, clearly thinking you're not supposed to be there. silently relieved that the awkward encounter has come to an end, at least for the moment since you can't stop replaying the moment in your head and cringing.

exiting the elevator onto the floor where Soobin's apartment is located, the hallway greets you with a quiet atmosphere. as you walk, the recent awkward encounter with Jake replays in your mind, leaving behind a sense of unease and self-consciousness. however, amidst these feelings, there's a spark of excitement, especially considering this is your first time visiting Soobin's dorm. the anticipation adds an extra layer to the mix as you make your way down the hallway.

as you reach Soobin's apartment door, marked '127' as he had told you. taking a deep breath, you knock, eager to see him but after 10 seconds of awkwardly waiting outside his door you hear a loud thud coming from the other side. you knock again, thinking his clumsy ass might've fallen over and hurt himself.

just as you were about to knock again the door wings open, and soobins stumbles to lean against the door frame.

"hey, uh, you come here often? i said that with Rizz by the way." Soobin says with a sheepish grin, trying to mask the fact that he stumbled with his charisma. His disheveled appearance and the loud thud suddenly make sense.

as you observe Soobins slightly disarrayed state, a realization dawns on you. the charm in his smile doesn't quite hide the signs of a hurried cleanup. the misplaced items and the askew chair suggest that he must have been rushing to tidy up the place right before your arrival. and the thud? Probably something clattering to the floor in the midst of his cleanup efforts.

"hold on, why do you look so shaken up??? i swear the dorm isnt that bad, i cleaned it up and none of the boys are here. you good?"

"NO DUDE I LITERALLY JUST SAW JAKE FROM EHYPEN. I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO LISTEN TO EHYPEN THE SAME AGAIN!!!!!!!!!"

soobin gestures at you to come in and you do. "it couldn't have been that bad y/nnn. what did he say anyway?"

"he didn't say anything BUT he did give me the nastiest side-eye on the planet. and i swear if i was near a cliff i would've jumped cause that interaction made me wanna kill myself."

"i hope you're joking about the last part cause i dunno what id do without you pookie." he says while winking and putting up double peace signs.

you couldn't help but cringe, your eyebrows involuntarily scrunching together.

"some light aegyo didn't make you feel better?" soobins shoulders slumped, and he cast his gaze downward in defeat. "how about i put on a studio ghibli film so you don't die of embarrassment?" he says while guiding you to sit on the living room couch.

"spirited away."

"what?"

"put on spirited away."

"of course"

after a Mini Studio Ghibli movie marathon, you remember the main reason you wanted to come over in the first place.

Soobin's cheeks flush slightly as you enthusiastically exclaim, "OH RIGHT!!! where's your little figure collection hiding? that's like the main reason I'm here."

"WHAT ANIME FIGURES?!?!? I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!!"

"YOU ALREADY TOLD ME YOU HAVE THEM?????? WHY ARE YOU SO EMBARRASSED??"

"i thought you might've already forgotten, and why do you wanna see it so bad anyway?"

"soobin, i literally think it's cool. plus i wanna see the things you're passionate about or whatever." you say with a teasing smile, trying to ease the tension of his embarrassment.

soobin sighs, giving in to your insistence. "i guess if you wanna see it so bad." He murmurs softly, fingers intertwined with yours, guiding you towards his room with a gentle tug.

as you enter soobins room you can clearly tell that the living room was the only one he bothered tidying up, as all of his room was left in chaos.

"welcome to my humble abode" Soobin says, gesturing playfully around the room.

"I'm surprised the figures aren't scattered across the floor with how messy this place is."

"to be fair i didn't exactly have time to clean considering you never told me when you'd be here till you were 10 minutes away"

"i guess you're right but wheres this shelf full of figures ive heard so much about?"

soobin pulls you out of the doorway and closes the door behind you, revealing the infamous collection that was hiding behind the opened door.

"WOAH. this is way more than i thought it would be."

"so it is weird???"

"WHAT?!? NO, if anything its really impressive cause how do you have all the money for this??"

"i'm an idol."

"oh right. well anyway, who's this girl?" you say as you go to pick up a chibi-looking figure. when you're only inches away from picking it up soobin slaps your hand away.

"what was that for!?!?!?!" You ask, fingers instinctively reaching for the tender spot where the impact landed.

"don't touch them?? they're only for display. and that's a Nendoroid of Lillie from the pokemon anime, kai bought her for me. also how did you not recognize her? do you not watch pokemon??"

"okay, nerd. also i hate to break it to you soobin but the last time i watched an episode of pokemon i was 12"

"im heartbroken," he says dramatically stumbling away from you, grasping onto his chest (CUZ THATS WHERE HIS HEART IS). "you've broken my heart, this is to much to bear."

"don't worry soob, I'll buy you a new figure to mend your "broken" heart"

"REALLY????? are you serious cause there's this one figure i really want to preorder," he says grabbing his phone out of his pocket at the speed of light to show you what he's talking about

"soobin do you really think i have the money for that? also, what the fuck is a Nendoroid???? what kind of alien name is that?"

"Nendoroid is the chibi figures, they're my personal have to collect."

"this wasn't as mind-blowing as i thought it would be."

"what did you expect?"

"i dunno maybe some secret underground vault of ultra-rare figures guarded by miniature anime warriors or something"

"Well, sorry to disappoint. But hey, can we go back to watching Studio Ghibli movies now?"

"absolutely"

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[blueikeproductions]

Ok, time for another ramble on what I think ES’ toyline needed to be, and how that extends to the show.

Both need to embrace having four distinct factions: Autobots, Decepticons, Terrans, & Arachnimechs.

As well as having distinct themes.

The Autobots are mostly public service vehicles in relation to their partnership with GHOST. As mentioned prior, the GHOST centric toys here would be Optimus, Bumblebee, Elita, Wheeljack, Inferno, Red Alert, Smokescreen, Quickshadow, Grapple, Strongarm, Tow-Line, Bulkhead, Quickmix, Fanbelt, Seaspray, Tracks, Longarm (double spy mode of Laserwave), Sky-Lynx & the Dinobots.

The Decepticons are mostly militarized vehicles and savage animals: Megatron, Bludgeon, Slipstream, Knock Out, Drift/Deadlock, Clobber, Sky-Byte, Lugnut, Blitzwing, Thundercracker, BlackArachnia, Shadow Striker, Swindle, Hardtop, Needlenose, Laserwave (double spy mode of Longarm), Turmoil, Quake, Dropkick, Shatter, Weirdwolf, Frenzy, Dead End, Wildbreak, Heatseeker, Slashmark, Krok, Laserbeak, Ratbat, Octane & the Commandos (Ruination Awakens, baby.)

The Terrans are pretty much as they are, a bit of a non conformist vibe by being any old vehicle or animal without a cohesive theme. Twitch (drone), Thrash (bike), Hashtag (van), Jawbreaker (dinosaur), & Nightshade (gargoyle-owl) like before, but with the addition of Rubble (Mini-Spy vehicle homage), Sideswipe (G2 themed but inspired by the IDW Protoform version), Slash (the Velociraptor that’s included as part of the Dinobots off and on), Quintus Prime (mostly because it’s weird to me he DOESN’T have a toy) and Gauge (construction vehicle).

The Arachnimech faction is where things get interesting. The main gimmick are the little buggers themselves.

But the primary difference is they can Transform, and make up the “Tacticon” assortment, being analogous to Mini-Cons, Battle Masters, and RotB’s Beast Alliance weapons and combiners.

One variant has a Robot Mode akin to a Headmaster Unit.

The rest are accessories that Transform into weaponry and “control masks”.

Like Mini-Cons, the idea is the Tacticon Arachnimechs are cross compatible with all the Autobot/Decepticon figures. You want a bug headed Optimus, go for it.

As for larger figures, the Arachnamech faction, like the Terrans, are a bit of a grab bag of both Autobots and Decepticons that Mandroid enslaved. Notable toys include Skullcruncher, the Insecticons, Gears, Blaster (with a special Arachnamech cassette based on the scrapped Stinger cassette he was meant to have in G1), Starscream, Skywarp, Nova Storm, Airachnid, Cliffjumper, Mirage, Buzzsaw (who I saw as Mandroid’s Cluck to his Robotnik), Rumble (who, along with Buzzsaw, is compatible with Soundwave and Blaster), Bluestreak, Ironhide, Brawn, Cliffjumper, Tailgate, Diabla, Iguanus & The Constructicons who form Devastator (with Scorpulator being his pack in accessory). The crown jewel of the Arachnamech line would be an Arachnamech version of Scorponok patterned a bit more after Zaozorigun from Goldran.

Mandroid would ideally be a Headmaster who transforms into an Arachnimech like head akin to the Megahead Megatron toy.

From there the second phase of the line would pivot away from the Arachnamechs, and replace them with the Quintessons (intermingled with Mercenaries, as show wise, the Quintessons would hire bounty hunter Transformers to do their dirty work initially.) Similarly the line would become Heroic Terrans vs Evil Quintessons.

The new toys would include

Sharkticons: Gnaw, (Tacticon), Blitzwave, Razorfin, Cybershark (Tacticon)

Allicons: Gatoraider (Tacticon, compatible with Krok and Iguanus), Razorgrill (Tacticon), Leatherhide (based more on the scrapped Duocon made of a gator and car rather than the BW Mutant), Alligatimus (based on Gator Optimus from G1. Retooled from Skullcruncher with Optimus Prime features).

Mercenaries: WildWheel, RoughEdge, Devcon, Slizardo (retool of Iguanus), Nightra (retool of Strongarm), Fracture (retool of Thrash), Oil Slick (retool of Dead End), Nightbird, and Skuxxoid.

Terrans:

Cathy, the nickname of a Catharsian that’s an online friend of Hashtag’s that hails from an alien station. While not a Terran biologically (cyberlogically?) she became part of the group after helping with a Vilgrox problem she accidentally caused. She Transforms into a space car, and comes with a Lightpole Tacticon that becomes a gun.

Lightbright: A Nightshade retool. An androgynous boy in this universe. A running gag is he always has a crush on other female Transformers of the day like Quickshadow and Airachnid. Talented in the arts and is a whizz at other languages. He always opens up a conversation with the Universal Greeting. Transforms into an Angry Bird like creature. He and Hashtag are particularly close friends, maybe more? (It goes without saying these other Terrans AREN’T Maltos, but do become friends with them.)

Lickity-Split: A hyperactive scooter girl. Becomes acquainted with humans by being a courier. She does a lot of Energon deliveries, which gets out of hand when her customers are revealed to be Decepticons and Quintessons that are up to no good.

Horri-Bull: A moody bull in a China Shop sort. Deep down there’s a good Spark, but he doesn’t have the best influence being found and mentored by Tracks’ flighty kid brother Needlenose.

Skar: A new Dinobot ankylosaur. Jawbreaker and Slash take him under their wing. The diminutive Slash revels in being the “big” sister for a change. Brilliant but a clumsy goober that doesn’t know his own strength, similar to IDW Skar, TFV Kakuryu, and RiD15 Scowl. Chose the name “Skar” because he thought it sounded cool. Grimlock approves.

Swift: A military drone girl who sympathizes more with the Decepticons and has mixed views on Megatron’s current situation. She and Horri-Bull tend to find themselves on the opposing side of the Maltobots.

Hi Score: A video game geek that has a thing for retro games in particular and is fascinated by the human culture surrounding it. Sounds like Milhouse, Transforms into a Brickbear that can be a stand in for any video game mascot like Mario, Freddy Fazbear or Pikachu. Mystery of Convoy and Afterdeath are among the games he’s currently playing, but are also games exploited by the Quintessons, Kremzeek and TORQ.

Geomotus: A bit of a space case, who tends to get wrapped up in his own interests and rambles on about them. Gets overwhelmed easily and finds solice in fidget toys and Kre-O blocks. Often plays with Mo and builds elaborate Kre-O projects like a replica of the Ark.

The usual Quintesson judge is included, albeit with a gimmick that allows it to Transform into a robot mode similar to early concept art.

Scientist, Prosecutor, Bailiffs and others in the usual Quintesson kangaroo court are available, each having a vehicle mode that corresponds somewhat to their job.

#blueike productions #blueike #transformers #transformers earthspark #maccadam #decepticons #terrans #autobots

[bliz-lol]

*slides in your DMs*

YDKJ Host HCs, pls

4:22 pm, 3/23/2024

bliz:

I want to tell you a few facts about my leading headcanon (:)

1) in the original concept, Nate was supposed to be a serious guy who is supposedly so cool, but in fact has a soft and kind heart.

2) Guy loves the combination of beer and chocolate😊

3) Guy has a favorite bike... If you break it, then Towers will turn into a real monster (or rather, he will get really angry)

4) Cookie is a heavy smoker. I just really liked the concept of Cookie that I drew, and I really want to add a cigar to match his character.

5) Schmitty is actually very fluffy. He has a very hairy chest, which is why he doesn’t freeze at night in winter (strange information, I know.)

6) Nate can play the guitar. He has two electric and one acoustic. And he learns to play the synthesizer.

He also has his own mini group (I came up with the name either “dark dragons” or “scarlet dragons”).

7) The hair on Cookie's head is actually a nerve(???) And it can fluff up or show emotions. If you pull out this hair, Cookie will go crazy.

More facts

1) Schmitty has problems with aggression... But now he is a sweet, good-natured man who wouldn’t hurt a fly (yeah, of course, we believe him. He still has black humor and anger behind him)

2) Schmitty's nose is a clown nose. And yes. He breathes through it (there are holes there.) He cannot take it off in any way.

3) Nate has a phobia of being seen as ugly. He's afraid of being a freak.

4) Nate's real hair color is brown.

#blizlol #bliz #ydkj headcanon #hc #you don’t know jack #bliztalk

[phynoma]

HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN

As a countdown to Halloween, I'm sharing the original statements I wrote for the Consuming AU! (<<click for ao3 link) The statements function as horror shorts that work on their own, and I'm proud of them, ngl

Without further ado:

Statement 1: The Chocolate Pot

CW: Manipulation, supernatural compulsion, accidental dead-naming, drowning

[Tape clicks on. Head Archivist’s Office]

ARCHIVIST

Statement of Corey Garrett, regarding his discovery of a vintage, silver chocolate pot. Original statement taken August 9th, 2007. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

It was an estate auction that did it.

My cousin, Niamh Flaherty and I, would get out of mum's house by taking our bikes up and down Elvendon Lane. There aren't a lot of turnoffs, and it's one of those narrow, country lanes that seems like it keeps its own secrets. We were lonely, in the way that two young adults in the countryside could be: on the edge of adulthood and the fears of being cast into the unknown, even as we longed for it with all our fledgling desire for flight.

It was the end of summer, and Niamh was visiting from Limerick, and we were terribly bored with country life. Just eighteen, the both of us, and playing at being proper adults. Independant, all that. Both of us had a thing for antiques–though I’ve lost a bit of my taste for it, now–and we were incorrigibly curious.

There's not much that goes on around Woodcote that the whole village doesn't know about, so when Niamh and I saw the lorry at the end of a short drive, nearly blocking the narrow road into town, we stopped. The drive itself was far too small for the mini tipper to navigate; just a blind opening to a gravel track so overgrown it could have just been a path into the woods that would end, like a fairy-path, with no house or sign of humanity in sight.

My parents had moved out to the village when I was at school, and I didn’t know whose house it was that had attracted the house clearance auctioneers like flies to a decaying corpse. All I knew was folks that needed seven tonne lorries were likely old and rich, and that sounded like a magic combination. A proper treasure hunt, you know?

Maybe it was a bit ghoulish, but the idea of a dusty, mouldering house of forgotten and unwanted treasures really got to us–Niamh and me. Like I said, Niamh and I were still pretty young, but I was always impressed with her. She seemed sort of worldly, always got men's attention. She wasn't that pretty, I don't think���well, I mean, I don't know. I'm her cousin, aren't I? But she had a way about her, something that drew people in. I could never figure out if I was jealous of her or if I wanted to be her.

Anyway, watching strangers pack up a lorry with some old, unlucky geezer's worldly treasures might not seem like a good time, but we made the most of it. We made guesses of what was in the boxes, what kind of person they'd been, why they didn't have any family to collect the goods. It was an “adult” kind of fun, nothing kids would be interested in, but now that Niamh and I were grown up we could watch the delivery men carting boxes and furniture down the dusty drive and feel like we were gossiping like real people, real adults did. We were so hungry for a world beyond us.

And there was plenty to gossip about. Crates of old knickknacks and rubbish– porcelain table sets shaped like too-quaint dolls, ratty old tapestries from the 70’s made to look mediaeval and missing the mark– that sort of thing. We sat on our bikes across the lane and kept our eyes peeled for the priceless artefacts we knew we’d spot among all the junk. With our keen, young minds we had a plan that if we did see anything, we’d be the first down at the auction houses and charity shops in Reading to snatch it up. Ghoulish, like I said. But at the time we felt very clever and sophisticated as we guessed at values and made crude but cutting remarks.

We could see a bit of the house from the road–disappointingly normal, all told. Renovated maybe in the mid-90s, one of those monstrosities that was probably a fine thing when it was built two centuries ago and which had been “upgraded” nearly out of existence. We were guessing at how terribly the inside had been refurbished when a woman wearing a cream suit left the front door. For a moment, I could have sworn she looked right at us, down by the road. And she smiled. I don't know how, but I could feel it, like an itch behind my teeth. Then she turned and disappeared behind the hedges and fruit trees that blocked most of the house.

I shook off the shudder that half-imagined smile had given me, and put her from my mind. In any case, Niamh hadn’t seemed to notice the woman. I’d have almost thought I’d made her up, except after a good ten or fifteen minutes she appeared again at the bottom of the lane. She must have walked all the way down, and her cream suit was coated in a fine layer of dust. She held a small crate in her hands.

I don’t know how, but I knew that crate was full of the treasures Niamh and I were waiting to see. I tried to be subtle watching her, but Niamh and I were the only ones on a long, lonely lane, so it was pretty obvious we were gawking. I expected an annoyed glance, maybe, or for the woman to shoo us off. Instead, she looked up. Our eyes met, and I got that weird feeling again, like she was…amused, somehow. It turnt my stomach right over.

I didn’t notice that Niamh had grabbed my arm until later, when I saw the bruises, because I was so focused on that woman. She walked over to us with that little half-smile, the crate still in her arms. She said her name was…I think it was Karen? Karen…something common, I think, but like an old man name. Withers, maybe.

Anyway, she came right up to the both of us and asked if we had known the owner of the house. I don’t remember what we said–if we lied and claimed we did, or what. The answer didn’t really seem to matter. She said the owner had been old and eccentric, and he hadn’t had anyone to leave his belongings to, so they’d been called in. Hope Charities, she said, and pointed at the lorry. There wasn't a name painted on it or anything, but the men doing the loading were wearing white coveralls with B&H on the back. Don't know what the "B" stood for.

She– Karen– showed us the crate. It was open. Inside was a jumble of knick-knacks, exactly the kind of thing you’d expect: a couple of old books with faded dust covers from the 50s or 60s, some miscellaneous silverware, a snowglobe that was nearly opaque from the dissolved snow, a single Skittles pin.

She said it was a box of the things they didn’t think would sell, and offered to let us take anything we’d like. She smiled when she said it, and the smile didn’t match her eyes. Even though it’d been what we were hoping for, I was suddenly uneasy. It didn’t feel like we could say no. I wanted, desperately, to say no. I think I hoped Niamh would do it for me.

Niamh took a book–at random, I think–and I picked up a tarnished chocolate pot. I had half a mind that I could give it to my mum as a birthday gift, with a bit of polish. Karen nodded like I’d made a good choice and gave me one more of those little half-smiles. It reminded me of a crocodile, somehow.

“Enjoy,” she said, and brought the crate back to the lorry to be packed away.

Niamh and I went home after that. There wasn’t much more for us to do, really. We laughed about it, about how we thought we’d been in trouble. Niamh said I must have charmed her with my wicked good looks–but Niamh was always the charmer, and she didn’t seem to realise I didn’t have her way with people.

She showed me her book. It looked like it’d been a library book at some point, and the dust cover was a bit torn. It had one of those generic, oil-painted landscapes as the cover art, of a circle of grey-green mountains with a blue-grey sky behind. It was called A Very Windy Day, and I didn’t know what possessed Niamh to choose that over everything else in the crate. When I asked her, she shrugged and said it reminded her of something.

In the end, I was rather proud of my chocolate pot, and I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to shine it up with some of my mum’s old Wright’s jewellery cleaner. Niamh settled down with her book–I don’t know if she was actually that interested in it, but after my teasing she made a point of reading it in front of me. She even read a bit out loud–something about big spaces and the ever-expanding entropy of the universe. It was way more dry than I expected, and it made me feel sort of funny and small, so I told her to read to herself.

The chocolate pot shined up nicely, though it took a good deal of time. By the time I looked around to ask Niamh something, she had left with her book–probably to get away from the smell of the cleaner. I was a little miffed that she hadn’t said anything to me; but then again, I had been rather focused.

I cleaned the inside of the pot, and noticed that it was in good shape but had some strange scratches on the inside, like someone had gone in with a wire scrubber at some point in the past. The scratches weren’t deep enough that I was concerned it would be unsafe to drink from, and I resolved to make some tea in it, just to try it out.

I steeped a few bags of breakfast tea directly in the pot itself–after all, if the thing was to be used for brewing chocolate, it shouldn’t have any sort of flavour itself, and there was no point in putting hot water from the kettle into the pot and then pouring it over bags from there. But when I poured the tea into my cup, it was almost black, and thick as mud. It had a strong, earthy aroma that wasn’t unpleasant– a bit like a very strong, very unsweetened cocoa.

This was rather off-putting, but I figured to myself that perhaps I hadn’t cleaned the inside of the pot as much as I’d thought, and the hot water had now cleared it out. The vaguely-chocolate-like scent could be from years of accumulated grime, for all I knew. I poured out the rest, washed out the remainder, and tried again.

The second steeping, the stuff was a little thinner, and the aroma thick but sweeter. Perhaps, I thought, the boiling water was doing its job to scrape out the inside of the pot. I poured it out again and resteeped it a third time. This time, the liquid was a warm, golden brown, like a well-sweetened and milky cocoa mixed with cinnamon or turmeric. It smelled mouthwatering.

I realised, belatedly, that I hadn’t added the teabags at all, and couldn’t help but wonder if that had been the reason for the odd black sludge the first time. Whatever the reason, the fact was now that this chocolate pot was a more exciting find than I could have ever hoped for in my attempted grown-up adventure-seeking. I allowed myself a bit of childish delight, that I had something truly special.

Of course, I wasn’t a fool– I wasn’t about to start serving this mysteriously appearing chocolate to my family without some more research. I did some internet research and found very little in the way of magical chocolate pots or cursed items. There was absolutely no record of regular chocolate pots creating chocolate from hot water, although there was plenty about cast iron and other sorts of well-seasoned kitchenware, and some tales of Chinese clay teapots being used for so long that one only had to pour in hot water to get tea.

This seemed unlikely for my silver pot, but I clung to the idea that there was at least some reasonable explanation. I would have even taken a reasonable supernatural explanation–anything that meant I wasn’t simply going mad. And, just in case I was somehow hallucinating the sight and smell of the chocolate, I figured a few other senses were necessary.

For some reason, it was very important to me that I was alone. The childish feeling was stronger; that I had something special, something precious, like a stuffed animal worn to an inch of its life. I wanted to test the chocolate pot in privacy, in a little tent of my own making, someplace dim and close and warm. I imagined sharing chocolate with Niamh like we had as children in a fort made of cushions and blankets, our small hands wrapped around second-best china, in a small, dark world of our own. Safe. Intimate.

I locked myself in the bathroom and climbed in the tub, pulling the curtain around me in as much of an approximation of a fort as I'd allow myself. I poured myself a new cup of chocolate and dipped my finger into the liquid. It was pleasantly warm, not boiling, and thick and silky smooth. I rubbed it between my fingers, marvelling at it, and then without thinking I licked it from my fingers.

It was delicious, just as rich and sweet and full as it smelled. Emboldened, I took a sip directly from the cup. Flavour exploded over my tongue, rich and complex and very clearly chocolate. I finished the cup within minutes and poured another. I was starting to rethink my idea to gift the chocolate pot to my mother, when I could just as easily share its contents with her but keep the pot to myself.

I refilled the pot only once with more water–which I got straight from the bath tap– and looking back, that should have been an alarming sign. At the time, I was simply amazed at how the flavours seemed to change with every cup, perfectly setting off the previous so that each was distinct. It was impossible to tire of, and it seemed to spread through my stomach and then my whole torso and limbs like a good scotch.

I was feeling pleasantly warm and buzzing when Niamh returned. Again, I didn’t hear her come in through the door, but she was suddenly there, in front of me, asking what I was doing. I hesitated, wondering if she would want a cup. Dare I share my magic? Of course, I decided, with a warm, happy surge of devotion. How wonderful, to share in the chocolate pot! How lovely, to be embraced together in such a remarkable creation! It occurred to me that everyone was deserving of such a gift. Perhaps I could sell it. Even better, I could give it away. I could open my home to any and all and share this incredible, magical drink that tasted like the very essence of comfort!

But first, I wanted to share it with Niamh. I wanted to capture a bit of that childhood we'd been so fierce in pushing away. I invited her into the tub with me, my sanctum, my fortress.

It was then that I noticed how distant Niamh's eyes were–as if she were in the room with me, but not. I felt as if she were looking at me from the other end of a very long tunnel, like a mineshaft. She stood in a square of light, while I crouched safe and warm and hidden in the dark. It pressed around me. It was deep, fathomless, but the pressure was comforting. It was the darkness of the womb, of a mother's arms who would never grow too frail, would never turn away. There was no need to fear growing old, there. It was a place where we could huddle in the dark and drink chocolate and always be children.

By this point, it felt as if the chocolate was in my very blood. Its thickness coated the inside of my oesophagus, my mouth. In a slurring, muffled voice, I offered my cousin a cup of the magical liquor. She refused, her eyes still empty.

I felt a surge of despair that she should be so far from me, when all I longed for was closeness. I took Niamh's hand, and when she tried to pull away with a cry of anger, I simply wrapped my arms around her instead.

For a moment, it felt as if I were holding a thousand stars in my embrace–or a million dandelion seeds, about to be blown away by a breath of wind. Niamh wiggled in my embrace and then, all of a sudden, slumped against me. As I hadn’t anticipated this, I could only lower her as slowly as I possibly could to the ground, where she lay curled and sobbing. Her face was a mask of fear and anguish. She draped over the tub, spilling the pot over. Dark liquid poured from it, thick and endless, clogging in the drain and slowly rising.

I righted the pot and handed her a cup of chocolate. This batch was dark as a moonless night and it smelled bitter and woody, but it was still obviously chocolate. When Niamh trembled so much that she would spill it, I helped tip it into her mouth.

At once she became still and quiet. Her eyes were wide and very dark, and she stared at me as if she had seen unknowable horrors.

I drank the rest of the cup, as she seemed uninclined to finish it, and felt the bitterness prick through me like deadly nightshade. My head swam. For a moment, I was drowning. My mouth was filled with thick nectar, and it ran down my front in muddy rivers. My eyesight blurred.

For some reason, my only thought was that I had something in my throat, and that the solution was clearly to wash it out with more chocolate. I poured another cup with shaking hands and slipping gaze, and when I spilled it I simply raised the chocolate pot and poured the sweet liquid directly into my mouth.

There was no end to the flowing chocolate, and for a moment I had a vision of the chocolate continuing to pour, and pour, until it flooded the room and down the street. I imagined the faces of the village as they saw the approaching wave, surprised and then delighted. I pictured them licking their hands like I had, or scooping up teacups full of the stuff to fill their own, hollow bodies. Like a children's story, a fairytale. All was innocent and sweet again, simple. I could save the world with my chocolate pot. All I had to do was keep pouring.

I could imagine how it would sit in us like ballast, thick and choking and so full that no one would ever have to feel loneliness again. To be embraced, inside and out, in thick, sweet nourishment. It was horrible. I had never imagined anything better, or worse. If I’d had any air left in my lungs, if the chocolate wasn’t already pouring from my mouth in an endless fountain, I would have screamed and not stopped. I sobbed, for the fear that I might never reach the beautiful image in my head, the promise of an endless, close embrace.

I felt arms around me, and then Niamh was trying to force the stuff from my stomach, my lungs. I coughed and choked and only managed to let more of the chocolate fill in the last bits of air I had. I was drowning in it. No, that's not right–it was swallowing me. I lay back in the tub that was slowly filling with chocolate and knew it would be my tomb.

I saw, rather than felt, Niamh’s hands pound against my chest. The tub could be our tomb, if only Niamh would join me. I tried to grasp her hand, to pull her into the warmth with me, but the chocolate coating my hands was too slick and she pulled away.

I wailed for her. My consciousness slipped. I was sinking into a deep, black pit of primordial warmth, and I knew I would never escape.

Except…well, I did, didn’t I? I’m still not completely sure how. I think Niamh did it, somehow.

I woke in my bed, with a horrible pressure headache, and Niamh at my side. I could have sworn, in the moments before I woke, that I heard her reading aloud to me–though I can’t recall the story, I do have a vague memory of her setting aside that little hardcover book she’d taken from the crate when I woke.

She explained that I had fallen asleep in the bath, of all places, and nearly drowned. I asked about the chocolate pot, and she seemed confused for a moment. I reminded her about the house, and the crate, and her eyes lit up. She brought to me a small, silver teapot and claimed that this was the thing I had chosen.

I was so tired that I hadn’t the energy to argue with her, and simply decided to ask about it more when I woke again. By the time I did, I could hardly recall what the original chocolate pot had looked like, and I couldn’t truly confirm whether or not the teapot she showed me was the one I had taken from the crate.

Niamh left at the end of that summer, and besides a few emails, we’ve mostly lost touch. It’s too bad, because we were very close once and I have a strange feeling that something that happened that summer contributed to her distance. She moved to Switzerland, I think, to be a ski instructor.

I gifted the silver teapot to my mum after all. She adores it, and it makes very good tea. But sometimes, whenever I’m drinking something, I get a thick, sweet taste on the back of my tongue like the finest of chocolate.

Statement ends.

ARCHIVIST (CONT.)

If I’d read this a year ago, I’d have dismissed it out of hand. It's exactly the kind of urban legend I'd expect would flood the shelves. But perhaps The Magnus Institute is a far less interesting or gratifying audience for such creators of tall tales than the usual, hungry internet forums.

(sigh) Nevertheless, there are a few details of note.

[Paper flips]

ARCHIVIST (CONT.)

(clears throat) Hm, excuse me, it seems that–Cora Garrett has not suffered any long term effects from her experience.

(to self) Note to self, re-record the intro of the statement using the correct name and pronouns.

(aloud) From the preliminary follow-up, it seems like Cora spent a few days in the hospital to get rid of what appeared to be a sudden case of pneumonia. No police report was ever filed, and we've had difficulty tracking down any relations to the original owners of 15 Elvendon Lane, assuming that number 15 was, indeed, the correct house. It was certainly the only house on auction around the correct time. It seems to have been renovated by the new owners, and there are no pictures online of the original house to try and match to Cora's description.

Karen Withers, or Smithers, or whatever her name might be-- the auction agent-- does not seem to exist–either in the Reading area or beyond. I am exceedingly curious to know who and what she is, or if she even exists. For all we know, she could be an invention of Cora and her cousin to explain away an adolescent break-in, or a hallucination like that of a (heavy sigh, dry) overflowing chocolate pot.

The most interesting piece of this statement, to me, is of course the reference to A Very Windy Day. The details are vague, but it could very well be a Leitner, and if that's the case I–

[Door opens]

ARCHIVIST (CONT.)

Ah. Martin.

#tma #the magnus archives #horror shorts #fanfiction #original statements #the consuming au #jonathan sims #the Archivist #fanfic #ao3 #phynoma #phyn writes

[denimini]

But I don't think jk makes them that much money since they have to spent a lot on him for his fraudalent songs to have some sort of relevancy, also it's undoubtedly how jm got literally push down after he went #1 like splitting like crazy version meanwhile jk can have 8 version combined, it's crazy how you guys choose to be blind only bc of a fake ship

I am not blind. In fact , I am probably thinking more cold-heartedly, objectively, and rationally than many people in this fandom.

I said that the company chose to invest heavily in JK because they *think* he has the potential to make them the most money for the longest period of time, not that he had already achieved it. Jungkook's solo career has just begun, and everyone knows that when starting a business, you have to put a lot of money in it before you see your profit.

That being said, what they spent on producing his songs has for sure been compensated already from the sales of the singles alone. Also, some of the " privileges " Seven and 3D received may have been secured with Mini Bike's connections and not necessarily through large amounts of money. Furthermore, remixes are not expensive to do, and if they contribute to him being on top of BB, the return would be way above the investment. "Making money" for an entertainment company is much more than just the profit from the sales. It's about stock prizes, power in the industry, and the value of the artists in the firm being used as tools for making new deals, publicity deals, brand deals, etc. Having big names in the label is beneficial in many different ways to the increase in profit of a company, apart from sales and tickets.

P.S. Jimin and Jungkook can never be "a fake ship" because, like it or not, they really do care, appreciate, and love each other a lot. No amount of people denying it will ever change the fact that they share a deep and unique bond and won't stop me from appreciating it.

Peace.

#jungkook #jikook #kookmin #bts #jimin

[not-so-rosyyy]

sorry to be a buzzkill but she's wearing padded bike shorts in these pics as well as in the nyc pics and the emmys after party. shapewear is a major industry and she's not immune. plus you can see the difference e.g. in her houndstooth skirt she wore to the euphoria panel, all the nwh press and various shoots in the last year.

I'm not gonna say that's impossible, so...yeah, perhaps you're right, too. no one can tell for sure though unless we see her out of those clothes, right lol. I'm just more inclined to believe it's a combination of her body changing (like jechristine posited) and her recent training + consistent mini workouts 😉

[thermitetermite]

Prompt #2 - EMP

Tldr: Villain lives a dream life but feels something (or someone) is missing

It had been years since Villain moved out to the calm wilderness valley they call home. After a successful career robbing banks, taking out numerous government satellites, and working as a bounty hunter for hire they had decided to retire. Well... more like they were asked to retire by Hero due to the dangerous nature of their power.

Villain had the ability to emit electromagnetic pulses that had could destroy any electronic device and disturb electrical signaling. While their powers made them highly useful for any type of large scale battle or heist it carried the risk endangering the health of any living creature around them.

When your neurons rely on mini electronic signaling it's best not to hang out with someone who can easily stop them.

For this reason much of Villain's life was spent in a lead suit of armor. Eating in a metal suit. Sleeping in a metal suit. Using the restroom in a metal suit. Life sucked in that stupid suit. Living in a metal suit wasn't comfortable by any means so when offered a cozy cabin secluded valley in the middle of nowhere with no risk of injury anyone they took it without hesitation. Just one of the perks of having a rich hero.

They woke up that morning the same as they had every morning for the past 16 months. Villain lazily rolled out of their plush king-sized bed and slowly made their way down the steps leading from their loft bedroom down to the combined living room and kitchen.

They boiled water on their wood stove for a nice cup of insta coffee, lit a couple candles in their living room, and stepped out on their back porch to enjoy the picturesque view of their pond, forest, and mountains. It seemed like something you'd see on a 50¢ post card.

Villain hadn't thought they'd ever live a cottagecore lifestyle (as they heard it called before) but here they were surrounded by nature and looking forward to tending their garden.

As they made their way toward their garden they thought of everything they had. Those thoughts quickly turned to the things they missed. Namely other people.

Well... that would probably be a lie. They hated people and loved never seeing anyone other than their occasional glimpse of the mailman.

No, it wasn't people they missed. You could say that the rest of humanity was zapped off the face of the Earth and Villain would celebrate with a road trip to release as many animals from zoos and pounds as possible.

As much as Villain wanted to deny it, there was only one person they really missed and it was the very same Hero who bought them this natural paradise. How they missed teasing their Hero with ideas of schemes they could enact. That dumb face when they got caught off guard. That nagging voice when they told Villain not to hurt themselves in battles. The way their eyes sparkled when Villain gave them their favorite flowers.

Ok, alright! They admit it! They have a huge crush on Hero and they didn't know how to tell them! How do you tell some amazing, talented, funny, and stunning hero, who just happens to be rich, that you like them?! A hero who is so passionate and caring and gentle and... Kind! A kind Hero who is perfect in every way and is immune to your "death aura" so you can't accidentally kill them when you hold their hand.

Villain had to stop for a moment to try and collect their thoughts. They were getting too carried away thinking about the cute hero. They felt their mind melting into a mush of compliments, lovey dovey gunk, and images of Hero's face.

The distant sound of a mail truck honking snapped them out of their thoughts. All thoughts of the gardening and love were gone as Villain practically sprinted the 5 mile driveway to the mailbox at the end (they rode their bike to the end but in all fairness they almost forgot their bike).

Once there they flicked through their mail. Junk. Junk. Junk. Junk. Bingo! It was their weekly letter from Hero!

They did a little victory dance before riding back to the cabin to open it up. Hero and Villain had agreed to write letters to keep in touch, an idea Hero proposed in exchange for the cabin. An unfair trade on the Hero's end but Villain wasn't one to pass up a good deal.

Villain threw open the door and immediately ripped open the letter. They read it once, twice, thrice before processing the contents. It stated that Hero might have to stop sending letters due to them being under heavy watch by the government.

Supposedly, the government had noticed the disappearance of the largest thorn in their side and suspected Hero of hiding them. They had to lay low and were extremely sorry that they had to tell Villain like this. Villain, crushed by this news, put the letter in their letter notebook (a complete normal person thing to have), and sat down to process.

They were worried for Hero's safety. They were scared of what might happen to Hero if they were caught. They wanted to step out of this cabin and rip the branches of the government apart with the same ease of snapping a twig, not that they could.

No... Their hero has to have a plan and must be doing ok. They couldn't think this way about their Hero! That's absolutely insulting to their awe-inspiring Hero!

Yes! They'd get their mind off of silly worries by tending to their garden. Watering plants, weeding garden beds, and picking wildflowers was just the type of distraction they needed.

As they went to grab a watering can from their gardening closet (another completely normal house thing) there was a knock at the door. At first calm but quickly growing frantic. The shock made Villain nearly drop their watering can.

They weren't ready for company no matter who it was! They were still in pyjamas for Pete's sake! However, once the shock wore off they quickly remembered they were Villain, one of the strongest people on the entire planet! No stranger was going to scare them in their own home!

They marched up to the door and threw it open again prepared to zap the life out of any intruder who dared trespass on their lovely home. Instead they found Hero, looking frazzled and nervous at their doorstep.

"Um, hi?" Hero said out of breath with their eyes shifting everywhere before locking on Villain's.

"Hi." Villain responded voice croaky from disuse and out of breath for an entirely different reason.

#villian x hero #hero x villain #villain #heroxvillain #hero #cottagecore #fluff #writing prompt #writing #super villians #supervillain #villain in love #fluffy #villain doesn't realize that a person who hates you wouldn't give you a luxury cabin #oblivious #nerd villain

[snapthistiger]

exercise 10072022

bike ride to the gym

3 x 10 lat pull

3 x 10 tricep press

3 x 5 dips

30 minutes on the step mill

3 x 10 cable row

3 x 10 cable press

bike ride home

the gym workers received mini Reeses

went to Kroger early this morning for orange juice that was on sale and a few other things.

top left = brewed some Irish tea to go with lunch

bottom left = found a combination lock on the road

top right = heard an advertisement on Spotify for Stoke The Vote, encouraging people to register to vote in the upcoming elections

near 90F this afternoon / still no rain which is good

grilling chicken thighs and some pork this afternoon

still working on one of my Mom’s prescriptions.  the doctor prescribed the name brand instead of allowing a generic.  makes the cost 3x higher.

hope you have a peaceful afternoon and evening..

#exercise #fitblr #rfm

[cup-half-full-of-anxiety]

Thoughts on Red White & Royal Blue

This will contain spoilers so don’t continue if you don’t wanna know.

First off, some people are saying that this was one of the best book to film adaptation, and I would just like to point out that that is completely untrue.

We all know that it’s Holes and no, I will not be taking any questions or comments on that matter at this time.

Also I can not express how excited I am for a queer romantic comedy. I am so excited to see queer love represented in a way that isn’t always seen. I do not want to take from that. But…

I was so let down.

They completely cut out the heart of the story. The casting and acting were great for what we got. Zahra was definitely not Zahra, so her and Sheen’s engagement really came out of left field because I don’t even remember them meeting. I hate that they cut out June and attempted to combine her with Nora, and then didn’t even give us Nora or Bre. We needed the White House trio. The three of them are such a force. I hate that we didn’t get Leo. I hated whatever that Miguel character was supposed to be a combination of.

Nick and Taylor did a great job with what they had. I do think that they were really great as Alex and Henry but the love wasn’t showing like it should’ve been. The distance between them and how they communicate through the emails is so important. We missed out on so much beauty from those emails.

“The phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.”

I really think it was the writing. It was so lacking, it didn’t make sense at time. Some scenes that were changed were changed in ways that just didn’t make sense, they could have been done how they were written in the book . The Lakehouse? Why wasn’t that dock scene done at night?. The end, when Ellen is reelected, you don’t even know that they’re in Texas. It’s like Alexx and Henry went all Stranger Things and made their way from DC to Austin on random bikes they found.

I’m just really sad that we didn’t get the pizza seen in the game room, we didn’t get Leo wearing a shirt that says “you can’t spell constitution without tits”. We didn’t get crazy analysis Nora, we didn’t get the karaoke scene. We got a Honkytonk? Why can’t that is still been a drag club? The kimonos? 

But lastly. With how much they change the emails, and the fact that we didn’t get “history, huh?“ That’s what I think I have to be the most mad about. That is literally the quotes of the book. 

There were some positives, but I can’t say that they outweigh the negatives. Where are the spicy scenes lovely? Yes. was the first time they had sex a little awkward? Yes. I wish that we got more of their cuddling, I always loved that Alex ended up being the little spoon. 

I think it should have been a mini series. At least 3 to 5 episodes. The book just covers so much and has so much detail in certain areas that really needed to be played out that we didn’t get it. Richards wasn’t a big enough character. Amy wasn’t a big enough character but the person that played her was fantastic in the little bit that we did get.

Everyone who loved it,  i’m so happy for you guys and I wish I could be feeling what you’re feeling. I love this book so damn much and when I first read it years ago my first thought after I put it down was “God I need to write the script”

#red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #RW&RB #rw&rb spoilers #Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

[betterdailylife1]

Make Exercise Fun With These 10 Workouts !

Dance Cardio: Let loose and get your heart pumping with dance cardio workouts. Join a dance fitness class or follow along with online videos that combine energetic dance moves with cardio exercises. From hip-hop to Latin-inspired routines, dancing is not only a fantastic workout but also a joyful way to express yourself.

Hula Hooping: Rediscover your childhood joy with hula hooping. This playful activity engages your core muscles while providing an excellent cardiovascular workout. Grab a hula hoop and get moving in your backyard or join a hula hoop fitness class for a fun twist on staying fit.

Adventure Sports: Embrace the great outdoors and engage in adventure sports like rock climbing, kayaking, or paddleboarding. These activities not only challenge your physical strength and endurance but also allow you to explore stunning natural landscapes while experiencing a thrilling sense of adventure.

Trampoline Workouts: Bounce your way to fitness with trampoline workouts. Jumping on a trampoline provides a low-impact cardio workout that is gentle on your joints while being incredibly fun. Visit a trampoline park or invest in a mini trampoline for at-home workouts that will make you feel like a kid again.

Outdoor Cycling: Swap the stationary bike for the open road and enjoy the scenery with outdoor cycling. Whether it's leisurely rides through scenic routes or more intense mountain biking trails, cycling outdoors adds an element of adventure and exploration to your fitness routine.

Aqua Zumba: Make a splash with aqua Zumba—a refreshing twist on traditional Zumba classes. These water-based workouts combine invigorating dance moves with the resistance of water, providing a fun and effective full-body workout. Join a local aqua Zumba class or follow online tutorials to get your groove on in the pool.

Martial Arts: Unleash your inner warrior and learn self-defense while getting fit with martial arts. Options like karate, taekwondo, or kickboxing offer dynamic workouts that improve strength, flexibility, and mental focus. Martial arts classes provide a structured environment where you can challenge yourself while having a blast.

Parkour: Unleash your inner daredevil with parkour, a discipline that involves moving through obstacles in the most efficient and creative way possible. Parkour combines strength, agility, and mental acuity, offering a thrilling and adventurous workout experience. Join a local parkour group or find safe areas in your neighborhood to practice this exciting activity.

Aerial Silks: Tap into your inner circus artist with aerial silks. These mesmerizing workouts involve performing acrobatic moves and poses while suspended from fabric. Aerial silks improve strength, flexibility, and body awareness, while the sheer joy of defying gravity adds a touch of magic to your fitness routine.

Outdoor Yoga: Take your yoga practice to the great outdoors and enjoy the serenity of nature. Practicing yoga in a park or on the beach connects you with the elements while enhancing your strength, flexibility, and inner peace. Join outdoor yoga classes or create your own serene practice space in nature.

Conclusion:

Engaging in fun and exciting workouts not only keeps you physically active but also injects a sense of enjoyment and adventure into your fitness routine.

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[travelif3]

What are the best family-friendly resorts in France?

Top 5 Family-Friendly Resorts in France: Perfect Vacation Spots for Everyone

Are you planning a family vacation in France and searching for the best family-friendly resorts? Look no further! In this article, we have compiled a list of the top 5 resorts in France that cater specifically to families. From exciting activities for kids to luxurious amenities for parents, these resorts offer a perfect blend of relaxation and fun for the whole family. Let's dive in!

Club Med Opio en Provence, Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur:

Located in the picturesque region of Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur, Club Med Opio en Provence is a dream destination for families. This all-inclusive resort features spacious family rooms, an array of sports activities, a dedicated Kids Club with age-appropriate programs, and a stunning water park. Parents can unwind at the spa or enjoy a round of golf, while children engage in supervised fun at the kids' club.

Les Villages Nature Paris, Île-de-France:

For families looking to combine the magic of Disneyland Paris with a relaxing resort experience, Les Villages Nature Paris is an excellent choice. Situated just a few kilometers from Disneyland, this eco-friendly resort offers comfortable accommodations, an impressive water park, farm animals for kids to interact with, and various outdoor activities such as hiking and biking. It's an ideal destination for a memorable family vacation.

Pierre & Vacances Belle Dune, Hauts-de-France:

Nestled on the scenic coast of the Hauts-de-France region, Pierre & Vacances Belle Dune is a fantastic resort for families seeking beachside fun. The resort provides self-catering apartments with fully equipped kitchens, a large aquatic center with pools and slides, a golf course, and a range of family-oriented activities. With direct access to the beach, it's perfect for building sandcastles and enjoying coastal adventures.

Center Parcs Les Trois Forêts, Grand Est:

Surrounded by lush green forests, Center Parcs Les Trois Forêts offers an idyllic getaway for families in the Grand Est region. The resort features comfortable cottages nestled in nature, a tropical swimming paradise, an indoor play area for kids, bike rentals, and a host of outdoor recreational options such as hiking, boating, and wildlife spotting. This resort provides a peaceful retreat for families seeking tranquility and outdoor adventures.

Domaine des Ormes, Brittany:

Situated in the beautiful region of Brittany, Domaine des Ormes is a resort that caters to families of all ages. The expansive estate offers a wide range of accommodations, including treehouses and safari tents, as well as a comprehensive selection of family-friendly facilities. Kids will love the adventure playgrounds, horseback riding, and mini-farm, while parents can enjoy golf, fishing, or simply unwinding in the serene surroundings.

Conclusion:

When it comes to family-friendly resorts, France has no shortage of incredible options. From the sunny south to the charming north, these top 5 resorts offer unforgettable experiences for the whole family. Whether you seek beachside relaxation, thrilling activities, or a mix of both, these resorts have you covered. Plan your next family vacation in France and create cherished memories that will last a lifetime.

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[blueikeproductions]

One Decepticon concept I’ve been toying with off and on for RiD15 is a pack of Glitch Mice that descend on Crown City and start causing machinery to malfunction. Conceptually their Robot Modes are based on Beast Wars Metals Rattrap’s cartoony Beast Mode, while their Vehicle Modes are loosely based on Star Wars mouse droids.

I saw them having a controller, as these are more Cybertronic wildlife, and thought of bringing back Slink, the cat burglar Decepticon from the RiD15 chapter books, creating distractions with Glitch Mice as part of a money making scheme. If not her, another cat bot similar to Scratch and Razorpaw then.

Glitch Mice and Retrorats are distinct species, with Snitch, Labrat, Packrat and Rattrap being Retrorats in addition to being fully sentient. Retrorats also appear to enjoy retro things and speak in outdated slang, be it from Cybertron or other planets, lol.

Some other one off ideas I had was a bulldog Decepticon based on Terrashock’s model, a Sharkticon Combiner in the vein of Chop Shop, a Chop Shop recolor made into Tarantulas, a rework of SkyByte who is a Torpedo Deployer (Slapper as a Slicedice retool?), Autobot Dogfight appearing but he’s redesigned to resemble Snoopy’s pilot look in Robot Mode, and helps the Bee Team with an air battle. I’m not sure about this one because I already had Stormshot, Twinferno, Cloudraker and Skyhammer as supporting characters though. I also had considered other Pretenders coming in as guests, though the only one with a shell atm because it’d be plot relevant would be Iguanus, who’d be a large kaiju stomping around Crown City. His true body, in bike mode, is stored in the Pretender Shell’s head, acting like the creature’s brain. Skullgrin/Dauros was also considered possibly in a similar role, and if not, a member of the Buffaloid line instead.

I’ve also toyed with a modified Ultra Bee that possesses a super mode when combined with Stormshot (a gun) and Twinferno (jet pack).

Reoccuring Decepticon mooks working for Steeljaw and Glowstrike would likely be OCs Razorback (Duocon), Mole Dive (Combiner) and Choptor (Ardurian Roc). Choptor is partnered with Mini-Con Sandsting and they partially function as a nod to Blackout and Scorponok from the movies.

#Transformers #maccadam #transformers robots in disguise #transformers rid2015 #BlueIke #transformers robots in disguise 2015

[mywheelieweirdlife]

Hi I saw your post asking about how people decorated their wheelchair but my answer didn’t fit in a reply so here!

So first it depends what type of chair you have. Mines electric so I don’t really need to worry about the weight of decorations, but if you have a manual chair then you’ll need to think about how much decorations weigh.

If your chair has handles then it’s super easy to hang stuff from there, I hang Christmas lights on mine at Christmas then keep the on/off switch in my bag so I can control the lights while in my chair (also I really recommend putting Christmas lights on your chair for Christmas it is so much fun!)

I also hang things by the footrest but that might not work for you depending on how your chair is set up, I’ve hung keychains and bells there before but the bells can get kinda annoying after a couple days so I would advise not using bells unless you want to annoy people :)

Stickers are always a great option because stickers are the best and can go anywhere! I have bike stickers on mine but when I was young I stuck every sticker I had on my chair, so all stickers work! Duct tape and washi tape are always fun too and washi tape especially is great for temporary decorations

Streamers are great to wrap around random things on your chair, but they might get stuck in the wheels depending on what type of chair you have.

BALLOONS 🎈 balloons are fun especially for a birthday! Tie them to the handles and boom! instant party mode!

Basically anything you can think of would probably work with a bit of experimenting! Definitely test out decorations at home first though to make sure everything still works and your not going to get tied up in streamers or something. I find my decorations almost never fall off unless your driving on really rough/bumpy terrain or your decorations are super heavy or something. Happy decorating and if you want some more ideas let me know :D

Thank you. 😊

I read this while I was shopping for decorations with my cousin and we took the advice, went to the party/halloween section and had a lot of fun.

I'm actually going with my QPP, niece and cousin to pride soon, and I'm very goth. That's important information because of what I ended up doing:

We covered Victory in blue flowers, rainbow holographic plastic spiders (some held on with the wires that connected them to the packaging, some held on with a combination of that and the flowers wire and the ones on the front are held on with wire and flower tape. Which I found best because it doesn't seem to impact the tape, you just have to do a lot of layers and pull it tight... but it was like $2.50 for a roll) and four sets of little trans flag themed bouquets on the handles that are just pushed into the lining.

I also got a mini trash can that I've put in one of the cup holders because I got tired of carrying trash last year but also because I got tired of being a human bottle holder. I'm actually thinking of getting two more for the back of the chair for my friends when they push me places on big days because I think the new style will work nicely on my push bars and not be in my way.

These probably will stay on through my dad and brothers birthdays, mostly... I probably will swap out the flowers eventually for a more me everyday look, but as a gothic queer trans man at pride, I think this will work well.

[shanearhodes]

One of the best parts of the trip so far for me as a professional has been the opportunity to visit the Trafiklegepladsen (Traffic Playground) in Fælledparken in Copenhagen. Ever since I heard about the "Traffic Garden" in Utrech back when I was first starting work as the Safe Routes to School (SRTS) coordinator I knew I wanted to build one in Eugene. The blend of bicycle safety education, city planning, placemaking, and play sounded like the perfect combination of creating something great for the community. Over the years I've done little bits here and there to learn more and formalize ideas of what a great "Traffic Garden" might look like (and where it might be) in Eugene. There have been some UO students who have done preliminary studies and reports into the idea and we've had some productive meetings with City of Eugene Parks and Open Space about the concept as well.

Being here, experiencing it, and hearing from one of the lead coordinators (who has been there for over 30 years) has helped firm up a couple key pieces for me around the concept as well as an overall perspective on what "bike safety education" and the meaning of "building bicycle culture" is. To start off I wanted to share the description of what the Traffic Playground is from their website: "The traffic playground is a public playground with play and learning in the center. The focus is on cycling culture in line with Copenhagen's desire to be the world's best cycling city. Bicycle and traffic safety training takes place in a child-sized traffic town, where children can learn to move in traffic under a safe environment. The playground is staffed, and during opening hours the children can borrow small bicycles (if they are under 130 cm.) Or balance bicycles.

Children are also welcome to ride their own bikes.

The traffic city is decorated with small roads that wind in and out between lawns, bushes and trees. Everything on the small practice roads has been reduced to suit the children's perspective - here are small light signals, mini-signs, lanes, road strips, sidewalks, pedestrian areas, cycle paths, gas pump and much more.

For smaller children there is a small, fenced traffic lane where the little ones can borrow tricycles.

At the other end of the traffic playground there is a classic playground with swings, climbing nets and a large sandbox with shovels, buckets, plastic cars and sand mills.

Takeaway food can be eaten at tables and benches and under the canopy.

The traffic playground is fenced, but has access 24 hours a day, all year round. So both in the evening and on weekends, children and parents are also welcome to use the site.

We offer bicycle games and loans of bicycles for day care children from 3-6 years and schools from Kindergarten to 1st grade. Institutions, schools (Kindergarten and 1st grade) and all private groups must book an appointment in advance for the playground's capacity. The playground can sometimes be booked on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays 09.30-11.00 or 11.30-13.00 (except during school holidays).

The playground can unfortunately not be booked for private use, eg for birthdays.

Groups on skateboards, roller skates and scooters are referred to the Skateboard track or the scooter track in Fælledparken."

I love this concept of PLAY and LEARNING that is at the core of the Traffic Playground. This area was built in 1972 (the year I was born) and has evolved into what it is today. Until just about 10 years ago they had pedal go-carts that were a core piece of the programming. They did that because it was "how it was done" throughout Europe, based off one of the original traffic gardens built in England in the 1950s. What they realized was that the go-carts were not only dangerous (they weighed a lot and took a lot of staffing to make sure everyone was safe and using them right, plus the maintenance) but they weren't teaching kids what they really wanted, which was to fall in love with cycling and to be safe cyclists. So they got rid of the go-carts but they were pretty much stuck with the space (pavement) that was there and the form factor that had been created around the go-carts. Even in the Traffic Playground they had built their city around the car and were stuck with design decisions based on that :-) But I digress. The other main interesting change that came with the move away from the go-carts was the shift to focusing less on "traffic safety" and more on play and 'bicycle culture'. They started working less with kids in 4th and 5th grades and more with kids in kindergarten and 1st grades and teaching them to ride pedal bikes (using balance bikes to start). The emphasis became "learn to ride" rather than "traffic skills". It's an interesting comparison to something that is happening for us locally. Since Sarah Mazze has taken over the 4j SRTS program she has been putting more time and energy into the 'learn to ride' work that we had started to do. Each year in our 6th grade Bike Safety Education classes we were seeing more and more kids needing to learn how to ride and Sarah decided that we needed to catch this way before 6th grade when kids were too embarrassed or simply uninterested in learning. She started formalizing it and now has a great program in the elementary schools as well as keeping our regular BSE program in middle schools rolling (with support from City of Eugene Recreation). I think this key piece of building the bike culture with young kids (and families) is the core of the work we need to be doing more of in our region. I still think, especially for where we are culturally and for our infrastructure, we need to be teaching the 8-hour BSE classes we're teaching but we need to focus even more resources on building the "family bike culture" that projects like SRTS, 'learn to ride', Kidical Mass, and a Traffic Playground would support. I've always seen an important part of the "Traffic Garden" concept as being fun and play, with elements like a pump track, hills, skills, and other elements adding to the "educational" aspect of traffic lights, signs, paint, roundabouts, etc. That's why I also like the idea of transitioning to calling them "Traffic Playgrounds". Brings a new meaning to the idea of "go play in traffic"!! I have more to say on this concept but I need to get to a professionals panel and want to get this first "real post" up so here it is! :-)

#TrafficGarden #TrafficPlayground #BicycleSafetyEducation #SRTS #copenhagen #toolsofchange

[lang45washington]

Electric Journey On Filth Bike On The Market

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