#biker!rex

[long-cold-winterr]

#rex brown #he looks like a sexy biker here

[vintageleathersblog]

#1960s #celebs #models #Robert Rex #Charles Butler #biker jacket #couple #lying #Bob Mizer AMG

[starsteemer]

What if I gave Dr. Fossil a T-rex

#dwd #darkwing duck #dr. fossil #stegmutt #artsteemer #Her name is Bee and she's a little menace. #the episode extinct possibility ended up with a t-rex preserved in amber so i did that with Bee who is better than a weird biker guy #she's not full grown either #also im not any sort of paleo artist i drew a t-rex however i wanted her to look so nobody come at me for being innacurate lol #she has feathers be she looks cute af #t-rex arms #tyrannosaurus rex

[driftlessarearev]

Motorcycle Mayhem Week: Part 3

Pee-Wee vs Satan's Helpers.

Via Tequila! Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure (Tim Burton, 1985) During his cross-country sojourn to find his bike, Pee-Wee Herman (Paul Reubens) has to use the phone. Unbeknownst to this perpetual manchild, the leather-clad denizens let Pee-Wee know he’s in the company of the Satan’s Helpers. And they want to kill him! Luckily, these outlaw bikers are men of honor (… and women too … Cassandra…

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#80s #bikers #dance #Elvira #fiction #film #film posters #movie #outlaw #Paul Reubens #Pee-Wee Herman #Satan&039;s Helpers #t-rex #Tequila! #Tim Burton

[gedascrown5768]

Gender bend Rex and Weevil in season 4 because why didn't they get a biker fit

#weevil underwood #rex raptor #shrimpshipping #Dartz #seal of orichalcos #dartz why didn't you give my idiots a leather biker fit

[littleeaglefire]

Close your eyes and throw yourself on the bed

#blues rock #autumn #rockman #rock #bikers #bad #t. rex #Youtube

[allieshouts]

SCOTT THE WOZ necessary lore videos

dedicated to my friend @coolboy12345. exclamation marks denote videos of absolute critical lore importance. if a video has no blurb / explanation, assume it is important. it is recommended you watch all of these videos.

I'm sorry for throwing a todolist-shaped rock at your head, coolboy. I really am.

THE INTERNET AND YOU -- not canon, but it's Scott's first true masterpiece and it features a lot of his friends who you will see later

FIRST TIME VAPE SHOP -- Scott introduces Joe, Dom and [Sam]. contains the first instance of the phrase "Hey all, Scott here!"

NINTENDO SWITCH WISH LIST -- the first traditional video in the "Scott the Woz" format

NINTENDO SWITCH PRESENTATION 2017 -- pepto bismol

HISTORY OF SMASH BROS LEAKS -- Critique That Leak & Dick Vitale

TINDER -- really funny

A LOOK BACK AT THE NINTENDO 3DS -- This game blows!

BREATH OF THE WILD ISN'T PERFECT -- Scott ruins his credibility

POLYBIUS -- a pivotal moment in Scott's production value

! A VERY MADDEN 08 CHRISTMAS

THE GUY GAME -- I just think coolboy will like this one

THE WIIWARE CHRONICLES I , THE WIIWARE CHRONICLES II , THE WIIWARE CHRONICLES III , THE WIIWARE CHRONICLES IV , THE WIIWARE CHRONICLES V -- optional

GAME COMPILATIONS COMPILATION -- send-off to Old Location McGee

SUPER MARIO GALAXY 2 -- introduction to New Location McGee

! GAME STORES -- introduction of Chet Shaft

AS SEEN ON TV -- funny

! IT'S AWESOME BABY!

! HOMECOMING

SHOVELWARE VARIETY HOUR ROUND 2 -- provides a good introduction to Data Design Interactive. also, as a side note for coolboy, this is the episode that got me to buy Truth or Lies

! THE GREAT MYSTERIES OF GAMING

! IT'S A BARGAIN BIN CHRISTMAS

ANIME GAMES -- battle between Scott and Dr. Anna May

WE DARE -- establishes link between DKBB and anti-virginity

! THE DARK AGE OF NINTENDO

! THE DARKER AGE OF NINTENDO

! THE DARKEST AGE OF NINTENDO

GAME SHOW GAMES -- my personal all-time favorite episode

! THE TRIAL

MARIO PARTY -- very funny romp with Scott, Jeb Jab, and Rex Mohs

! MEMORY CARDS

! SPEED DATING

! YOU'RE NOT AN RPG GUY -- whole gang get-together

! BORDERLINE FOREVER

RIDE TO HELL RETRIBUTION -- Scott plays a terrible biker game

GAME BATHS -- funny

TOYS TO LIFE -- very funny romp with Scott, Jeb Jab, and Rex Mohs

MARIO PARTY 2 -- very funny romp with Scott, Jeb Jab, and Rex Mohs

! THE FUNERAL

! THE GIFTS OF GAMING -- whole gang get-together with some lore additions

DONKEY KONG BARREL BLAST -- Scott finally faces his virginity

IT CAME FROM THE NINTENDO ESHOP -- introduces Prison Employee

BOARD GAME VIDEO GAMES -- very funny romp with Scott, Jeb Jab, and Rex Mohs

THE COMMERCIAL FAILURE -- ends with a stellar musical number

MERRY CHRISTMAS, DATA DESIGN -- whole gang get-together

CANDY GAMES -- whole gang get-together with temporary character death

! HAVE A BOOTLEG GAMING CHRISTMAS

#scott the woz #wozblr #watch order

[gvfgal]

4. Star-Crossed Strangers

Barbarian. Biker!Jake

*18+, Minors DNI!

A/N: Here’s chapter four! As always, enjoy, & leave me your thoughts, comments make me really happy (:

Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, parental altercations, explicit language, mentions of sex, Jake dancing (it needs a warning)

Jake stood outside of Rex’s front door with the key clutched tightly in his hand, his breathing heavy and labored.All he could do was stare.

It was going on noon. You both had woken up around nine that morning, sharing a small breakfast of toast, eggs, bacon, and coffee before you left into town for a while. It took from that point up until now for him to muster enough courage to go over there, and now, he couldn’t manage to muster enough to go inside.

He thought briefly about turning around and forgetting about the whole thing. Nothing in there was probably worth shit anyways, he could have the whole place demoed and the lot cleared out by the weekend.

It was a solid idea.

Yet, he stuck the key in the knob anyways, remembering you had to jiggle the lock a bit before turning it. The door swung open, and the muggy heat from inside hit Jake so hard he had to turn away briefly. After a few moments he stepped inside, but only a couple steps, leaving the door open behind him.

Dust particles waltzed in the light streaming in from outside, casting an eerie glow upon the dismal space that held a trove of memories for Jake. Beer bottles adorned the coffee table, keeping company with abandoned cigarettes and an ashtray that had long surpassed its capacity. The worn-out couch and recliner, now cloaked in a thin layer of dust, seemed frozen in time, remnants of a life that had ceased to thrive. Jake had a pretty good feeling that the dust had settled long before Rex's departure.

The hum of the refrigerator drew his attention to the kitchen, where dishes mingled with scattered mail and miscellaneous items, mirroring the disorder on the dining room table. This chaotic scene wasn't new; the absence of a dining room table had been a constant in their lives. His survey continued, revealing old Barbarian memorabilia and pictures adorning the walls, while Rex's helmet, oddly pristine amidst the disarray, occupied the recliner.

As Jake moved toward the helmet, he halted, catching sight of the sizable hole in the wall next to the front door that was left there the night Jaxon died. Time had done nothing to mend it, and clearly Rex was in no rush to patch it up either. A wave of dizziness washed over Jake as he recalled the night that gaping wound had been inflicted, another indelible scar etched into the trailer's history.

10 years earlier…

In a daze, Jake traversed the living room, the weight of disbelief clinging to him like an unseen shadow. The earlier events, so surreal, danced on the periphery of his consciousness. The harsh reality of his best friend's demise, a violent echo in the vastness of the Nevada desert, refused to weave itself into the fabric of his understanding. Even as he accompanied Jaxon's lifeless form to the mortuary, the profound gravity of the situation lingered, yet to fully take root in Jake's shattered sense of reality.

Amidst the muffled voices of Rex and other Barbarians outside the trailer, Jake couldn't decipher the exact words exchanged. Yet, he didn't need clarity; the weight of unspoken truths hung thick in the air. As he paced, the events of that fateful day replayed in his mind, unfurling from the moments preceding their journey to the unforgiving desert.

The memory of Rex's insistence that Jake take a different post gnawed at him. Back then, it seemed a peculiar demand, but now, understanding had become of him, the beacon of light in the abysmal pit of reality.

Refusing to accept what his intuition already grasped, Jake resisted the belief that his father harbored such cruelty. Yet, the inevitable truth loomed over him.

The roar of bikes outside interrupted his contemplation. As Rex entered the trailer, shutting the door behind him, the air thickened, and Jake felt the walls closing in. Eyes locked with his father's, he sought a hint of remorse, a trace of regret in those weathered features.

Regret was there, but it carried an undercurrent Jake couldn't place—a deeper lament, perhaps.

When the distant echoes of engines faded, Jake's voice, heavy with pain, pierced the silence. "You knew, didn't you?"

Rex remained silent, the unspoken confirmation lingering between them like an unbridgeable gap.

"You knew Jaxon and Nicky were walking right into danger. That's why you assigned me as a spotter instead of on post with them."

His father's gaze briefly locked with his, a fleeting expression passing over his face before vanishing into the depths of resolve.

"Jake, there's a code of honor—"

"No bullshit!" Jake erupted, crossing the room with a flash, jabbing a accusatory finger into his father's chest. "You sacrificed my best friend for this damn motorcycle club without giving him a choice!"

Torn between remorse and unyielding pride, Rex swiftly defended his actions. "You want someone to blame? Blame Nicky. He's the dumbass who false-fired and fled!"

"I blame both of you!" Jake thundered, his face flushing with escalating anger.

"All I did was fulfill my duty and lead this club to the best of my ability," Rex asserted firmly, his demeanor holding a defiant edge. "That's all I've ever done."

Jake scoffed, so infuriated that calm had now taken over his body, “leader. Yeah, right. You’re no fucking leader, Rex, you’re a fucking coward. You’re a shit leader just like you’re a shit father.”

Rex's anger reached a boiling point, and in the fevered intensity, he lunged toward Jake. Anticipating the move, Jake retaliated. The two men clashed in a chaotic tussle, more a collision of forces than a refined fist fight. They grappled fiercely, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Finally gaining hold of Jake's shirt, Rex, fueled by his anger, propelled them both into a violent collision with the wall, causing it to crumble behind Jake.

“You watch your mouth talking to me boy,” Rex huffed as he held Jake firmly into the hole behind him, “you remember regardless what you think, I am your leader.”

Everything Jake already knew clicked in that moment. Rex was so caught up in the Barbarian life that he would never be able to see Jake’s pain as his son.

‘I am your leader.’

Not ‘I am your father.’

Jake shrugged himself out of Rex’s hold, to bothered in that moment to grab any of his belongings. With only his wallet in his pocket, he went and grabbed his helmet of the table, along with the keys for his bike.

Rex watched silently as Jake made his way to the door. He knew, for whatever reason, that his son wasn’t just going for a ride to clear his head. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be seeing Jake for a long time after that, but decided he’d grapple with that later.

Instead, on his way out, Rex called behind him, “yeah that’s right, run away when things get rough. Just like your fucking mother.”

Jake slammed the door behind him, and Rex thought that was the end of it. But before he heard the sound of Jake’s bike, he heard the sound of his front window crashing, a large rock tumbling through the opening and rolling to his feet.

“Fuck you!” Jake shouted from outside.

After the shock wore off, Rex ran and opened the front door of his trailer just in time to watch Jake speed out of Cactus Creek for the last time.

That, was one of the very last interactions Jake had with his father. And now he was dead. In that moment something ticked in Jake that set him off completely. He didn’t know if he was more sad, or angry, but he knew he had to let it out.

He lurched forward with a closed fist, placing another hole in the wall next to the one that was left there that fateful day. When he didnt feel any better, he did it again.

He walked over to the coffee table and kicked it, sending its contents flying into the air and scattering about the living room.

“Fuck!” He shouted, “Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck!”

The pictures that once hung on the wall went crashing to the floor as Jake pulled them down one by one, curses flying from his mouth all the while.

He shouted for Jaxon, he shouted for Rex, he shouted for leaving, he shouted for coming back. His rampage continued until he’d exerted all of his energy, falling into one of the dining room chairs out of breath.

He didn’t know how long he was sitting there before you entered the trailer. You looked around cautiously, taking small steps over broken glass and crumbled pieces of dry wall.

“Jake,” you called out softly, making your way over to where he was sat and kneeling in front of him. His head was in his hands, his elbows resting on his lap, “Jake what happened?”

“I’m sorry,” his voice was mumbled, and from the way it sounded he might have been crying. “There’s too many memories here and I- I can’t-”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay,” you reassured him as you rubbed soothingly along his back, “you dont have to apologize.”

He looked at you then, remnants of tears in his eyes, his face beet red. He then turned to assess the damage he’d done. If the place weren’t already a shithole, he’d probably feel a bit of remorse.

This is what ten years of running from your problems looked like.

You continued rubbing his back in attempts to soothe him, the two of you sitting quietly for a full three minutes, the door of the trailer still hanging wide open.

“Hey,” you said calmly, causing Jake to peer over at you, “why don’t we go home?”

Home.

You stared into his eyes with genuine concern, and you were surprised that he held your gaze for as long as he did.

Slowly, he nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

He stood from the chair and began shuffling towards the door, glancing one more time at the now three holes left in the wall. He was out of the house before you, and you picked up the keys from the floor to lock the door behind you.

There was still a lot you didn’t know about Jake. You didn’t know how deep the pain went when it came to his father, to the Barbarians. But seeing the destruction he’d left in Rex’s house gave you a pretty good idea of how troubled he was in his mind.

Jake was pretty much back to normal by the next day after a night of drinking at the Tavern and a few rounds of mind-blowing sex with you. The two of you never talked about what happened that day, but every time you went outside, you found yourself eyeballing Rex’s trailer, thinking about the mess that laid behind the door.

That Friday morning, you sat outside in a lounge chair, catching early morning rays of sunlight while Jake inspected your beat down car. One of the Barbarians, who conveniently owned a tow truck, lugged it back to your house last night, and now Jake was assessing the damage.

You’d steal glances at him every so often, shamelessly turned on by how sexy Jake looked covered in a bit of sweat and motor oil.

“I don’t know Cherry,” he warned, standing up straight and wiping his hands on a spare rag, “I think this old thing is more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Shit,” you sighed, dropping you head in your hands, “how the fuck am I supposed to get to work? I can’t keep depending on Angela for a ride.”

Getting to work was the least of your worries. Having to get a new car was going to set you back months. You couldn’t afford months.

Jake looked empathetic before a light bulb went off. He glanced across the street to Rex’s house. His bike, covered in tarp, and the chocolate brown 2000 Chevy Silverado that Rex hardly ever used.

“That old Chevy in my dad’s driveway,” he pointed it out to you, “I think it just needs a new battery and it should run just fine.”

“You’re just gonna give it to me?”

Jake shrugged, “well, yeah. You know, until you can get something of your own. But it’s no rush or anything.”

You weren’t used to generosity, and definitely not on this scale, a car was no small thing. But you were in no position to turn the offer down, so instead you smiled graciously.

“You’re the best, you know that?”

Jake smiled back at you before lowering the car’s hood, sitting on top of it so that he was positioned directly in front of you.

You stared at one another for a moment before he broke the intensity.

“I wanna take you out, Cherry.”

Your brows drew together causing Jake to chuckle. You weren’t opposed to the idea in the slightest, just simply surprised.

“Not many places to go ‘out’ here.”

Jake reached forward to squeeze your bare ankle, “I’ll figure it out. Just be ready by seven and wear something pretty.” He stood and kissed your forehead again, something he was doing quite often lately, before smoothing a hand over your head, “I gotta go meet with the guys. I’ll be back later, okay?”

You looked up at him, the sun haloing around his head, inspecting the scar on his eyebrow that was finally beginning to fade.

“Okay.”

Jake slid into an empty chair beside Steeljaw just as Ace was calling the meeting into order.

Steeljaw reached down and retrieved an ice cold beer from the cooler by his feet, using the handy bottle opener on the side to remove the lid before handing it to Jake.

“Thanks,” he raised the bottle before taking a sip and focusing on Ace at the front.

“Alright Fellas, I’ll keep this as short as possible so we can all get on with our days. I spoke with some of the men from the EDS and we’ve got a meeting set up with them for tomorrow in Corona. We’ll need to head out pretty early to make it in time.”

There were a few murmurs amongst the crowd, but no one seemed opposed.

“Now there’s no need for all of us to make that trip, so only Sector Ones and Sector Twos will be going. Sectors Three and Four will stay here, hold down the fort till we get back.”

Sectors, for the Barbarians, ranked the level of your membership. Sector One was usually leadership positions, Sector Twos being other long standing members of the club. Sectors Three and Four were the probes and other guys who have yet to really prove themselves.

Jake was a Sector Two, as was Steeljaw, and Madcap, and Ski Ball, and a few other guys Jake was pretty close with. But so was Nicky, unfortunately.

He looked across the room to where Nicky was standing, hardly surprised that Nicky was already scowling over at him. Jake scoffed, shaking his head and facing the front of the room again.

“We should only be gone a couple of days, so make sure you tell your ladies so we have no problems. If I have one more of them coming and bitching at me I don’t know what the hell I’ll do.”

Laughter sounded off in the room, “alright, next order of business…”

The rest of the meeting carried on for only another five minutes before Ace was dismissing them. The men poured out into the Tavern, but Ace caught Jake before he could leave the room.

“You ready?” He asked him.

Jake response was delayed, “don’t know why I wouldn’t be.”

Ace nodded, though his face held a look of uncertainty. He hesitated, “If it’s too soon I can-”

“Ace,” Jake interjected, his voice clipped, “it’s cool. I’ll be cool. I’ve done it a dozen times before.”

“Okay, okay,” Ace conceded, “I hear ya.”

Silence lingered between them before a smirk crept up on Ace’s face.

“You got time for a few rounds of pool, or do you need to get back to your Cherry Bomb.”

Jake nudged him playfully, shaking his head at his school boy antics, “come on, I’ve been waiting to whoop an old man’s ass in pool all day.”

“Two years living in Genoa and this is my first time coming here.”

Geno’s was Genoa’s only Italian restaurant, and it was just about as fancy as the people in that town could get. It was located in central downtown, situated between a dive bar and a recently closed furniture warehouse. The warm glow of string lights adorning the ceiling casted a warm and inviting ambiance over the modest yet charming space.

Jake grinned at you from across the table, admiring the way the candle flickering on the table lit up your face.

“Yeah, it’s a hidden gem. My mom used to bring me here whenever she was around. Not exactly fancy, but it’s our kind of fancy.”

You returned his smile, noting the way his face seemed to brighten with the memory. Jake seldom delved into discussions about his mother or any personal aspects of his life. It didn't faze you, though; that’d be hypocritical. After all, you had shared very little about your own life with him.

But it was nice to hear the little things.

“That’s really sweet.”

Jake picked up his menu, and you hesitated briefly before offering your own memory to him, “my mom’s favorite restaurant was Applebees.”

He looked up at you with an amused look, followed by a hearty laugh. You liked his laugh, you liked making him laugh. You wanted to do it again.

“She used to make me tell the waiters I was twelve up until I was like fifteen. I think at a certain point they knew but kinda didn’t give a shit anymore.”

His laugh grew louder, but luckily, the place was close to empty.

“That’s good stuff, Cherry,” he sighed, taking a sip from his water to collect himself, “you look beautiful tonight by the way.”

You weren’t one to blush often, but in that moment you did, even if it was only momentarily.

“Thanks. Not so bad yourself,” you played it cool, lifting your chin while Jake smirked at you.

Finally, you picked up the menu and scanned it, “so, what’s good here? Any family favorites?”

“Wellll,” he answered, “Vicky always swore by their lasagna. She said it’s ‘like a warm hug on a plate’. And you can’t go wrong with their garlic knots.”

Your eyes lit up with amusement. “Warm hug on a plate, huh? I’ll take Vicky’s word for it. Lasagna it is.”

The waitress brought out the bottle of Pinot that Jake ordered, pouring you both a glass before setting the bottle on the table. She quickly scribbled down your order and walked away.

Jake raised his glass in your direction, “to you, Cherry.” You raised your glass in return, cocking an eyebrow, “to you, Barbarian Prince.”

Yes, Jake hated that nickname, but coming from you, it wasn’t so bad, he rather liked it.

In the simplicity of that Italian restaurant, with its rustic charm and timeless appeal, Jake and you made room to savor the present while honoring the echoes of the past.

Once dinner and a bottle and a half of wine were finished, you and Jake walked along the streets of downtown Genoa, by no means crowded but still active nonetheless. You were hand in hand, as if you’d been a couple for a long time. Not like two broken strangers who met barely a week ago and some how sort of lived together.

But it was comfortable, it felt right.

As you neared the end of the street, you could hear the sounds of upbeat country music pouring out from a juke joint on the corner. Jake stopped and looked at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “you wanna go dancing?”

Your eyes went wide in shock, “really? You don’t strike me as the dancing type.”

Jake feigned fake offense, “Cherry you wound me,” he began dragging you across the street in the direction of the music, “now I have no choice but to show you just how much of the dancing type I am.”

You resisted his tug, but it was no match to his adamancy, “Jake, that place is full of nothing but old people.”

He looked back at you and sent you a goofy wink, “all the better. Come on Cherry, the night is young.”

The first place you stopped was the bar, ordering two double shots of whiskey each, knocking them back before hitting the dance floor.

You were right, it was nothing but old people, and Jake was right too; all the better. They seemed to be a lively bunch, everyone hitting the dance floor at some point during the night. Couples glided and twirled around, dancing close to one another and never slowing down. You and Jake blended right in, laughing and joking the entire time as you guys tore up the dance floor right along with them.

Jake was indeed a pretty good dancer. He led with ease, and every so often he’d roll his hips into yours, and the old ladies around you seemed to be more affected by it than you were. Of course the alcohol in his system was making him a little more confident than normal, but that’s what made it more entertaining.

Though you loved dancing, you weren’t the greatest at it, but that night you couldn’t care less. This was the most fun you’d had in a long time, and in that rundown juke joint surrounded by people twice your senior, you felt like you could let go.

Spending time with Jake had a way of making you feel like that, you were starting to enjoy it.

As you continued to dance, Jake broke away from you and began dancing on his own, shimmying to the music. Once again, all of the woman in the room were distracted, some of them cat-calling him from across the bar. You were doubled over with laughter in the middle of the dance floor as people continued to shuffle around you.

“Don’t you ever,” Jake shouted to you over the music, “say I’m not the dancing type every again.”

He pulled you back into his arms as you continued to laugh, feeling the alcohol’s full effects.

“Come on,” Jake chuckled, “it’s getting late, let’s head out.”

You checked your phone and were surprised to see that you guys had been there for over two hours.

“Okay,” you purred as you hugged him close, “let’s go home. I want you to show m some of those moves again.”

You and Jake went at it for hours when you got home, both of you trying to fuck the alcohol out of you system. It pretty much worked, but it left you both feeling drained, your sweat-slick bodies tangled between one another and the sheets.

Mötley Crüe droned lowly in the background as Jake ran his hands through your tousled hair.

“I have to go to New Mexico in the morning with the club.”

You didn’t answer right away, letting his words sink in before turning to gaze at him.

“How long are you gonna be gone?”

“No more than a couple days. It’s quick business.”

Nodding, you began tracing along one of his tattoos as silence lingered again.

“We haven’t spent a day apart since you got here,” you teased a bit, causing Jake to chortle. But you looked back up at him then, more serious in your expression, “why do I feel like I’m gonna miss you?”

As he did often, Jake leaned down and kissed your forehead, “I know, Cherry. I think I’m gonna miss you too.”

You nestled closer too him, and he welcomed you in, giving you a squeeze, “I’ll bring you something back, how does that sound? Something to let you know I was thinking about you.”

A smile crept up on your face then, and you didn’t bother trying to hide it. It was true, that after everything that’s taken place over the past week, you still didn’t really know Jake, nor did he, you.

But for some reason, there seemed to be an understanding that neither of you cared about that. What you had right now worked for the both of you. You were wounded in your own ways, and you brought each other comfort, it was as simple as that.

So you decided not to argue, instead you leaned into the bliss of it, “alright.”

Jake grinned at you, “alright Cherry.”

Taglist: @edgingthedarkness @earthgrlsreasy

#greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fic #greta van fleet smut #jake gvf #greta van smut #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #jake kiszka smut #jake greta van fleet #greta van angst #greta van fluff #gvf fanfiction

[1409-echoooo]

More doodles!

Descriptions(?) under the cut

1) omega hugging crosshair

2) Rex: you killed my best friend!

Fox: yeah and he died like a pussy too

3) the corries vigilantly protecting the door because this is the longest Fox has ever slept

4) Crosshair: depression? Isn't that a fancy word for feeling 'bummed out'?

Hunter: crosshair you ignorant slut

5) the bad batch biker gang sketches

#the bad batch #the clone wars #tbb #star wars #gabes doodles

[sistervirtue]

been talking with @viviraptor about a little concept ive had where a bunch of side characters (ishtars + shrimps + noa +???) have to rescue the main cast and rex and weevil are famous so of COURSE they need disguises and by that i mean i wanted to give them outfits and have the excuse that marik would probably make them look like bikers so giving rex a dino tail ponytail and weevil big ass googles was justified. insect queen & 2 headed king rex ftw

#rex raptor #weevil underwood #insector haga #dinosaur ryuzaki #yugioh #completely practical outfits to commit crimes in dw abt it

[ddejavvu]

Biker!Hotch anon again let's goo

He comes to pick you up from girl's night/brunch and the BAU ladies don't believe it's him at first

You have matching patches on your jackets

Big Stompy Boots Hotch

Playfully knocking your helmets together when you stop somewhere

He gets real Big Scary if someone's being creepy to you and the bike gear really amps it up

it's girls night and everyone is drunk, that's why you've asked hotch to come and pick you up. they don't know who's coming, they just know someone is, so when their tipsy little brains register their grumpy boss stepping off of a bike with a jacket on that matches yours exactly, down to each little patch, they lose their shit. they ask you where you found the stunt double, they ask if his brother is identical to him, they ask if they're dreaming, absolutely anything they can do to not believe he's standing in front of them with a helmet under his arm

BIG STOMPY BOOTS !! he gets steel toed ones and you can always hear him coming like clomp clomp clomp and he wears them INSIDE. and you're always like >:( aaron wtf >:( take off your boots >:( and he tries LYING TO YOU like no babe they're already off! and he sounds like a t rex upstairs :/

he bonks you with his helmet every time you're at a stoplight :( it's his little way of being like 'you good?' and if you do it back once that means you're okay, if you do it twice it means you need a break (for snacks, bathroom, nausea, whatever it may be)

one time he let you stay with the bike while he used the bathroom and not two seconds after he'd left did a drunk man come up and try to motorboat you and boy are you lucky he pisses fast bc he was back out and kicking ass in absolutely no time at all he probably didn't wash his hands :/

he gets you stickers for your helmet!! he gets you any sticker you want, if he's out and he sees one he thinks you'd like, he buys it and eventually you've got so many that you can't see any of them but you just start layering them and it's so cute it's your lil thing :(( he's got nothing on his helmet and you're covered in stickers

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner au #biker!hotch

[thetragicallynerdy]

So for NYE some pals and I had a slideshow party (where each person puts together a 5-10 minute slideshow presentation on whatever topic they want and we all present) and the topic I chose for mine was The Top Ten Chuck Tingle Books I Want To Read. I said I would share it here if this is the topic I went with, out of some other fun options like "why peanut butter should be in s'mores: I am right and all of you are wrong", "paw patrol and the patriarchy" and "top ten funniest pride clothing i've found online." The Tingler topic won, so without further ado, here u go pals:

The Top Ten Chuck Tingle Books I Want To Read, by Hank - a NYE Presentation

(Be warned this is a long post, all slides have IDs for accessibility)

[ID: The title slide of my slideshow which reads: The Top Ten Chuck Tingle Books I Want To Read: A Definitive Ranking based on Title, Cover Art, and Vibes alone, By Hank. The slideshow background, called "couture," is a black background with a fancy white overlay embellished with different kinds of patterns. It gives a sense of fashion and flair for the dramatic. It is the same background for every slide. End ID.]

Number Ten - Eaten Right by the Mysterious S Symbol Everyone Used to Draw.

[ID: a slide with the cover of the Chuck Tingle book listed above. The cover shows a curvy woman in underwear, bra, and open shirt smiling and touching her hair. Beside her is a neon teal "S" symbol that was popular in the early 2000s, made by drawing 6 lines and connecting them. Text on the slide reads:

I can’t stop laughing about the S symbol

That’s it that’s pretty much the entire reason it’s on here

(Also the model is v cute)

End ID.]

Number Nine - Taken by the Gay Unicorn Biker.

[ID: another slide, with book cover and text. The cover shows a very muscle-y man wearing low-cut jeans and an open leather jacket, with a unicorn wearing leather and riding a motorcyle behind it. The book cover has a sepia tone. Text on the slide reads:

Very here for the gay unicorn biker

How does a unicorn bike when it only has hooves? Unclear

The sepia tone makes this seem like it’s gonna be gritty in a fun way

End ID.]

Number Eight - The Unicorn Them Fatale Pounds My Non-Binary Butt Mysteriously

[ID: another similar slide. The book cover on it shows a non-binary person wearing black skinny jeans and a black vest and thin black choker sitting on a bar stool. Behind them stands a pink anthropomorphic unicorn wearing shiny leather pants and a black long sleeve crop top. The cover gives off noir vibes, while simultaneously giving off goth or emo vibes. Text on the slide reads:

Very here for non-binary smut

Also very here for this goth/emo unicorn

Them fatale is a fucking great pun

End ID.]

Number Seven - Glazed by the Gay Living Donuts

[ID: another slide. The book cover on it shows a shirtless man looking over his shoulder seductively. He is surrounded by glazed donuts, with a white kitchen in the background. Text on the slide reads:

I am but a simple person who likes donuts a lot

The donuts look very tasty

The use of a donut in the word donut is A++

I want to know if the sex gets more creative than just fucking a donut hole (I suspect it will, because it’s Chuck Tingle)

End ID.]

Number Six - My Dungeon Master Is a T-Rex Rules Lawyer But Fortunately I Rolled A Crit On The Pound My Butt Check

[ID: another slide. The book cover on it shows a man wearing a kilt, wide leather belt, and metal pauldron extending to armour over his left arm. He is otherwise shirtless, and smiles while giving a thumbs up. Behind him is an anthropomorphic dinosaur wearing a business suit. They stand in an office. Text on the slide reads:

As a dungeon master this is hilarious

SO curious about the contrasting costumes, and whether or not they also LARP

Is the rules-lawyer T-Rex also an actual lawyer?? Read on to find out??

End ID.]

Number Five - I Freed This Handsome Cargo Ship From The Suez Canal But Now He's Stuck In My Butt

[ID: another slide. The book cover on it shows a shirtless man with a very hairy chest wearing boxers and standing with one hand on his chin and the other on his hip. Behind him is a photo of the Ever Given cargo ship, with a face photoshopped onto the front of the ship. Text on the slide reads:

The Ever Given my beloved

Kind of in love with the face just stuck on the front of the ship

Very curious about the plot lines

That dude’s chest hair is a+++

End ID.]

Number Four - Moby Butt

[ID: another slide. The book cover on it shows a woman wearing a bar maid style period clothing of dress with a tight bodice over a lacy white off the shoulder shirt, as well as a black choker necklace and an eye patch. She crosses her arms and looks coolly at the camera. Behind her is a scene of a stormy ocean. Floating in the water is a butt that has a smiling face photoshopped onto it. Text on the slide reads:

This is a GREAT bodice ripper type cover – just look at her dress! And her eye patch! And the stormy seas!

It legitimately took me a while to realize there was a butt in the seas but it looks very happy

I’ve never read Moby Dick but what better way to start than with a lesbian smut parody

End ID.]

Number Three - Canada Pounds My Butt and Covers My Pancakes with Real Maple Syrup in an Erotic Way also it is Delicious

[ID: another slide. The book cover on it shows a shirtless man who has a bodybuilder physique standing in front of a road intersection in what looks like the Canadian prairies. A map of Canada covered with the red and white Canadian flag, but with a smiling face photoshopped over where the maple leaf in the flag should be, floats behind him in the sky. Text on the slide reads:

As a Canadian I feel contractually obligated to want to read this

Also I love that it’s just a map of Canada with a face

Here for the prairie setting

Also for the maple syrup and pancakes lets be real

Canada deserves all the gay sex

End ID.]

Number Two - Bisexual Polyhedral Role-Playing Dice Orgy

[ID: another slide. The book cover on it shows a shirtless man with washboard abs standing in a living room with white walls and white furniture. He has his hands on his hips and looks off to the side with a somewhat disintrested expression. Floating around him are a set of seven blue polyhedral roleplaying dice. Each dice has been photoshopped to have a human face on it. Text on the slide reads:

Super curious about how dice fuck without any body parts other than faces

The dice all look remarkably horny even if the young man does not

Love me some bi representation

I got bi pride dice for Christmas and now I will imagine they are in this book

End ID.]

Number One - A Butt In the Mist: Stirred to the core of my bodice by the Duchess Triceratops of Helena

[ID: another slide. The book cover shows a woman in a slutty steampunk costume consisting of underwear, garter belts, a leather corset vest top, an ascott, white gloves, a top hat, goggles, and a cane. She stands beside an anthropomorphic triceratops wearing a full-length period gown with puffy sleeves. In the background is what looks like a castle in the mist. Text on the slide reads:

The costuming is fantastic

It gives very steampunk vibes which I’m into

Feels like there will be good plot and romance and intrigue along with the smut

Who doesn’t love dinosaurs?? Especially dinosaurs in costume??

End ID.]

And last but not least - Honourable Mentions

[ID: a slide showing three Chuck Tingle book covers, with no text besides the title "Honourable Mentions." The books are:

My Macaroni and Cheese is a Lesbian and also she is my laywer, which shows a woman in lingerie posing beside a large bowl of macaroni and cheese that has a human face photoshopped on it.

Pounded by the realization that Chuck Tingle's erotic works are a singular piece of art that skewers conservative fears of moral decay by re-purposing them as the promise of a sex-positive utopia. It shows a shirtless buff man with a neutral facial expression standing beside a book that has a bearded face photoshopped on the cover.

Petrichor is a lesbian and she gets me off in a cozy way during a much needed rainstorm. It shows a woman in white underwear, ribbed crop top sweater, and stockings beside a large raindrop photoshopped with a smiling face on it.

End ID.]

Honourable mentions chosen because I love Mac and Cheese, Petrichor is one of my favourite words, and also because the one about his erotic works speaks deeply to me as someone who also sometimes writes smut.

For those curious about my ranking system - I read through the entirety of Chuck Tingle's works on Goodreads, picked the ones the spoke to me the most, and then loosely ranked them based on what I'd want to read first. I didn't go with the more meta or political parody ones, because while I love them, they're not what I'd look for in smut.

Thank you for attending my presentation, go forth and read all the smut

#chuck tingle #tinglers #slideshow #presentation #long post #described

[vintageleathersblog]

#1970s #biker jacket #Robert Rex #bare skin #celebs #models #portrait

[bobafetts-princess]

Karie’s Kinktober Masterlist!

Hey y’all! It’s time for Kinktober to roll around!! I came across a prompt list from @the-purity-pen, shout-out to them for coming up with one! And so I decided I’d participate this year! This will serve as the masterlist for my Kinktober prompts and I’ll update as each day goes by! I’m so excited that I’m actually active on Tumblr for a Kinktober and I hope you guys are just as excited! Most of these are Fem!Readers but that’s subject to change as I write them! Let me know if you want to be tagged!Prompt list and pairings under the cut ❤️

1)Dirty Talk // Khonshu x F!Reader

2)A/B/O // Logan Howlett x AFAB!Reader

3)Anal // Boba x F!Reader

4)Missionary // Rex x F!Reader

5)Breeding // Paz x F!Reader

6)Cockwarming // Din x F!Reader

7)Sex Toys // Fennec x F!Reader

8)Creampie // Paz x F!Reader

9)Double Penetration // Hunters and the Hunted x F!Reader

10)Spanking // Cody x F!Reader

11)Erotic Photos // Construction Worker!Boba x F!Reader

12)Exhibitonism // Khonshu x F!Reader

13)Face Sitting // Wrecker x F!Reader

14)Marking // Logan Howlett x F!Reader

15)Group Sex // Hunters and the Hunted x F!Reader

16)Shower Sex // Construction Worker!Boba x F!Reader

17)Licking // Rex x F!Reader

18)Lingerie // Biker!Boba x F!Reader

19)Masturbation // Din x F!Reader

20)Mirror Sex // Cody x F!Reader

21)Praise Kink // Garsa x F!Reader

22)Phone Sex // Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader

23)Orgasm Denial // Wrecker x F!Reader

24)Tender Sex // Boba x F!Reader

25)Sex Pollen // Din x F!Reader x Paz

26)Sexting // Construction Worker!Boba x F!Reader

27)Sensory Deprivation // Hunter x F!Reader

28)Strap-ons // Fennec x F!Reader

29)Body Worship // Garsa x F!Reader

30)Public Sex // Biker!Boba x F!Reader

31)(Free Space) Primal Play // Hunters and the Hunted x F!Reader

#Karies Kinktober prompts #Karie writes Kinktober #Karie writes #kinktober 2022 #kinktober masterlist

[safeplacesnupin]

All Programasaurus Rex from the Snupin Discord had to say was "dreaming about Snape in black leather biker gear" and I dropped everything.

Apologies to any bike enthusiasts I know nothing of actual bike gear. All I know is what looks good to me as a normie.

#severus snape #severus #snape #prosnape #pro snape #pro-snape #biker #fanart #fan art #my art #harry potter #harry potter fanart #biker au #sketches

[the-royal-blue-network]

The Milk Boi's

Normally, when you hear the words 'biker gang', one would probably picture middle aged men, dressed in black leather jackets, white tees and jeans, mean mugging as they ride down the street on their loud motorcycles; but Tyler, Travis, Denis, Kenny, Rex, and Josh, or 'The Milk Boi's', are anything but that.

With a passion for filmmaking and serving their community, these six friends just wanna run their company, and give back to the community that's loved and supported them for so much of their lives.

So CLICK THE TITLE, and CHECK OUT this trans tale today!

#Trans Masc #Trans Main Characters #Trans Artist #Trans Biker Gang #New York City #The Big Apple #Super 73 #The Royal Blue #Trans Tale