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uglyandtraveling · 9 months

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one-squash-one-end · 3 months

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the only thing six of crows is missing, in my humble opinion, is bycicles

#how is there fantasy Amsterdam without bikes #how did they make planes tanks and cars but not bikes #i want them to ride around on bikes ahhh #if any of y'all fanartists see this please draw a crow biking through ketterdam i beg you #six of crows #soc #kaz brekker #crooked kingdom #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #nina zenik #matthias helvar

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walnutmistjamie · 8 months

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fave Ted Lasso moments 50/? : Stop with all the fucking sightseeing shit, you twat.

#i need to go back to amsterdam and do the same tour they did #rent a bike and go see a fucking windmill #can't believe i've already made 50 of these posts #and probably 90% of them are jamie's scenes oops #roy kent #jamie tartt #roy x jamie #*ftlm #*mine: gifs

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lokiiied · 1 year

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THIS WAS A DATE.

bonus.

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slack-wise · 1 year

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Bas Jan Ader

#Bas Jan Ader #artists #bicycles #bikes #cycles #Amsterdam

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fentonphoto · 6 months

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Flowers, bikes, and canals. @iamsterdam-blog @visitheworld @travelingworld

#original photography #photographer on tumblr #pws photos worth seeing #water #flowers #bikes #canal #amsterdam #holland #netherlands #cityscape #buildings #travel

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reinvent-and-believe · 11 months

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okay but the MOST underrated royjamie dynamic is jamie calling roy lad and good lad throughout the amsterdam scenes

and roy just lets him. he likes him so much it’s embarrassing

#they’re so insane #the ‘lad’ stuff starts way before they even acquire the bikes. it’s not even roy just being vulnerable #jamie calls roy ‘lad’ all throughout the streets of amsterdam #also #like!!!! the ‘good lad’ stuff is said so earnestly!!!!! he’s being so supportive and encouraging while roy falls and falls and falls again #(it’s a metaphor)#god bless you brendan hunt for this fever dream #roy x jamie #ted lasso brain rot

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wgm-beautiful-world · 10 months

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A m s t e r d a m

#amsterdam #bycicles #bicicletas #bikes #bicis #netherlands #paises bajos #the netherlands #los paises bajos #holland #holanda #europe #europa

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bicycled · 2 months

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#bicycle #Amsterdam #lego #cargo bike #cargo bicycle #cargobike

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vvnnie · 1 year

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Bikes in Amsterdam // Instagram / Website

#square #photoset #landscape #travel #original photography #original photographers #photographer on tumblr #photography #lensblr #city #amsterdam #bicycle #bikes #street photography

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rosiesramblings · 9 months

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Like Riding a Bike

Fandom: Ted Lasso

WC: 1.4k

A/N: Hello!! It's been a minute!! Sorry about that. Turns out my new job is actually insane. On the plus side, I am getting a ton of overtime lol. ANYWAY, thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy this fic, prompted by anon :) Can be read as platonic or pre-relationship.

“For grandad!”

Jamie’s shout echoed across the shadows of the park, and before he knew it Jamie had Roy balanced carefully on a perfectly-legal, not-at-all-stolen, authentic Amsterdam bike.

“Alright, now head up, hips square, aaaaand… pedal!” To his credit, Jamie did not laugh when Roy seemed to fall to the side in slow motion. He didn’t. Okay, maybe his lips twitched a little bit, but Jamie could easily blame that on a muscle spasm after all the exercise he’d done that day.

“It’s alright, good lad, good lad, right back on,” Jamie cheered, channeling his Mummy when she taught him to ride a bike as a sexy little baby. Roy did not seem to appreciate the encouragement the same way baby Jamie had, pushing grown-up Jamie back with a growl as he swung his leg back over the seat.

Clearly, Roy needed some extra help. This time, Jamie planted one hand on the back of Roy’s neck, and the other steady on Roy’s waist. Roy was tense underneath his fingers, but, Jamie figured, he was entitled to a little tension when he’s facing shit from his past. Losing his Grandad really fucked him up, and Jamie wasn’t going to begrudge the man his feelings, no matter how Roy tried to choke them into submission.

“Don’t need my fucking hand held,” Roy growled, undercutting his statement when Jamie let go and Roy immediately toppled sideways. “Fuck!”

“Alright, keep your trousers on, old man,” Jamie put his hands up in the universal ‘do no harm’ gesture. “Let’s try again, come on.”

Roy gave a long suffering sigh, rolled his eyes so far back that Jamie was pretty sure he got a good look at his own brain, and swung his leg back over.

Jamie, trying to be a good friend, lightened his touch since Roy clearly wasn’t a fan of Jamie touching him in the first place.

If possible, Roy got even more tense. “Oi!” He barked at Jamie. “I said don’t fucking need you for balance!” He claimed, scrunching his shoulders like Jamie always did when Sam wiggled his fingers under Jamie’s chin.

Now, Jamie wasn’t what anyone would call a genius. He wasn’t really book smart; the letters moved around too much for him to want to unscramble them. Because of this, people were constantly underestimating him, at least in the brains department. Look, Jamie might not be winning the Know Bell Prize or some shit any time soon, but that didn’t mean he was stupid. He knew what it looked like when a poor sod was ticklish and doing his damned best to hide it.

Jamie bit down on his tongue to hide a mischievous smile. “Look, mate, you don’t have to like it, but you need me until you can at least get a few meters on your own, yeah? C’mon, let’s do this, old man.”

Roy grumbled what Jamie figured was an assent, and Jamie placed his hands just firm enough that it could reasonably be interpreted as keeping Roy balanced, and not as a quest to get Roy Kent to laugh. Holy shit, did Roy giggle? This was going to be so damn fun.

Under Jamie’s light touch, Roy instantly tensed back up. Jamie risked a tease. “C’mon, mate, you’re never gonna keep your balance when you’re this stiff. You gotta loosen up a little,” Jamie squeezed Roy’s neck, and was rewarded with a growl that Jamie would bet his entire trainer closet was covering up a chuckle.

“You can fuck right off if you’re gonna keep talking instead of teaching,” Roy bit out.

“Right-o, Roy-o,” Jamie said cheerfully. “Look straight ahead, not at your toes, just like football, yeah? Otherwise the only place you’re going is down.” Jamie subtly moved his hand a little higher so that it was resting on Roy’s ribs. Roy made a sound like all the air had been punched out of him.

Jamie took his hand from Roy’s neck and used it to cover his smile. God, this made all the four am training sessions more than worth it.

Instead of putting his hand back on Roy’s neck, Jamie decided to up the ante, and wormed his fingers under Roy’s armpit.

This seemed to be the last straw for Roy, who gave a shout and buckled to the side. Jamie went down with him, figuring the jig was up, and started playing Roy’s ribs like a goddamn piano.

“Shit - fuck - you shihihiitfucker - dahahahahahammit Tahahartt!” Roy broke, low, growly giggles (giggles! This was the best day of Jamie’s life.) and tried to curl away from Jamie’s fingers.

“Awww, what’s the matter, mate? Could it be the the big, bad, Roy fucking Kent is as ticklish as a little lad?” Jamie goaded, sneaking a hand underneath Roy’s hoodie and scribbling at his stomach.

Roy tossed his head back, a forced grin on his lips. Jamie was sure if his eyes were open there would be murder in them. “Ihihihi’m gonna fuhuhucking KIHIHILL YOU!” Roy roared, his back arching.

“Roy, mate, this is fucking golden,” Jamie crowed, his smile splitting his face. Roy thrashed hard, harder than Jame was expecting.

Jamie knew he was on borrowed time, so he wormed both of his hands into Roy’s underarms, and he was not disappointed.

Roy Kent. Fucking. Howled.

Jamie couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Oh my god, this is worse than I thought - mate, this is a fucking liability! How are you supposed to be ‘here, there, and every-fucking - woah!”

Quicker than Jamie could blink, Roy flipped their positions, and was looming about Jamie like a fucking werewolf. And looking at Jamie like he was a fucking steak.

“Roy, mate, it’s all in good fun, yeah? We don’t really have to -”

“Oh no, we abso-fucking-lutely have to,” Roy growled, a smile still in his voice despite the eyebrows he was giving Jamie.

That was all the warning Jamie got before Roy wrecked his shit.

One hand went to Jamie’s hips, kneading like he was baking fucking bread or some shit. The other hand spidered over Jamie’s tummy, which was arguably worse.

“ROHOHOHOHOHOHOY,” Jamie screeched, tossing his head back, a smile splitting his face.

“Fucking what?”

“TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES.”

“I’d fucking well hope so,” Roy said, ruching up Jamie’s shirt in one smooth motion and scribbling across bare skin. “You’d better get used to this, cause we’re gonna be here for a while.”

“SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT,” Jamie cursed, shaking his head back and forth.

“No? No, we’re not going to be here for a while? Or no, you can’t handle any more tickles? Cause I’m about to prove you wrong on both accounts,” Roy said as the hand squeezing Jamie’s hip moved down to torture his thigh instead.

Somehow, Roy’s growly voice saying ‘tickles’ made it tickle infinitely more. Jamie was no stranger to being tickled - since it was no longer ok to hit him, his teammates had to find other ways to get him to shut his mouth. But Roy was on another fucking level. And Jamie was losing his goddamn mind.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE,” Jamie was not above begging.

“You want to see something that always gets Phoebe?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Too bad,” Roy said, and leaned down to blow a fucking raspberry above Jamie’s belly button.

In the tiny part of his brain that wasn’t going insane from the tortuous sensations, Jamie imagined telling his 10 year old self that one day he’d be lying down in a park in fucking Amsterdam, getting the absolute shit tickled out of him by his childhood hero. If Jamie could have laughed any harder, he would have.

“ROHOHOHOHOY,” Jamie wailed.

“You ever gonna try that shit again?”

“PROHOHOHOBABLY,” Jamie answered.

“Yeah, knew that was probably too much to ask,” Roy grumbled. “You gonna try that shit in front of anybody else?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO,” Jamie promised.

“Fucking sure?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEASE ROHOHOY!” Jamie begged, on the verge of insanity.

“Alright,” Roy said, and finally ceased his tickling.

Jamie curled up in a ball, tugging his shirt back down. He wiped the tears from his face, still giggling.

Roy ruffled Jamie’s hair. “Come on. I’m going to ride a bike tonight even if I blow out my other fucking knee.”

All Jamie could do was groan through his giggles.

#tickle fic #tickling #tfb community #ted lasso tickles #ted lasso tickle fic #roy kent #jamie tartt #biking in amsterdam #jamie made his bed and then he has to lie in it #lmao

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uglyandtraveling · 9 months

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hilbrandbos · 4 months

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Start, stop and go... by hilbrand bos

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keepingitneutral · 1 year

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‘Stationsplein’ and ‘IJboulevard’ Bikes Parking, Amsterdam, The Netherlands,

The two new stations are located next to Central Station, and can hold up to 11,000 bikes. This allows a lot of the space on the streets to be freed up.

Stationsplein has been built under the Open Havenfront. It is a water body between the Prins Hendrikkade and the Stationseiland. Stationsplein is currently the largest biking shed in Amsterdam. The garage can accommodate up to 7000 bikes and is well-connected to the Metro Hall, and the Amsterdam Central Station.

On the other hand, the IJboulevard parking facility is located behind the Central Station, and it will open in February 2023.

Courtesy: Amsterdam City / wUrck Architects

#art #design #parking #garage #bike #bicycle #eco-friendly #amsterdam #station #underwater #stationsplein #IJboulevard #open heavenfront #shed #amsterdamcity #wUrck #biking #the netherlands

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practicecourts · 10 months

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Head Over Handlebars For You || start at the beginning The very fortunate James Potter fears his luck has run out when he has an accident in Amsterdam. The less-than-fortunate Lily Evans falls head over feet for the stranger she fished out of the canal.

Chapter 20 Greenhouse 3 (Lily)

Fingers ghosted lightly along her shoulders and made her look up in surprise. When his lips pressed softly against hers, she felt goosebumps all over her arms and neck. “You alright?” he asked.

Chapter 21 Greenhouse 3 (James)

She smacked him on his chest, a deep blush colouring her cheeks. “No way, Potter. If I’m going to risk my life on one of those things, it’ll be with you.”

Chapter 22 A Goose chase on a bike

“You ready?” James asked. Hell no. I won’t be ready for another year or so, she thought, adjusting the helmet Sirius had given her.

Tomorrow's update (spoilers sort of)

Chapter 23 Swing Low

“Because I" Petunia pointed with the bottle to her chest, a red splash dripped on a cream shirt, Lily's eyes went wide. "I have no, zero, none, zip Maids of Honour anymore.”

#head over handlebars for you #updates x 4 #james potter #lily evans #jily fic #jily fanfiction #jilychallenge #amsterdam #muggle au #James Potter on a bike #chasing goose #not pavements

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silverfox66 · 11 months

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I believe a majority of the people in the bike helmet discourse have no idea what our bike culture looks like, so here's a nice video of Amsterdam. No, we don't go 30 km/h. And even though it's busy, it's still just as safe as walking.

#and of course some people do wear helmets #like german tourists or elderly on electric bikes #Amsterdam #Bike Helmet discourse #The Netherlands #Dutch

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