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[dimismeu]

Επετειακή βόλτα Βόρεια Εύβοια!

#kawasaki #ninja #zx14r #zzr #performance #sport #mra #windshield #ohlins #öhlins #suspension #dnafilters #airfilter #dna #biker #brembo #brakes #brembobrakes #moto #motorcyclelife #motorbike #motorcycles #2wheels #twowheels #travel #trip #greece

[alisblackgf]

i am the guardian of whatever zom and rae have goin on

@zomworlds @raeluvserzahler

#zac has spoken #zzr spam #they are so chaotic #idk what they have going on

[aworldforastage]

"Yesterday was like Death"/昨日如死 by Hui Nan Que/回南雀

"Who the fuck has it easy? I was living a pretty good life. If it weren't for your amnesia, if it weren't for your amnesia ...." We would have gotten together already. “谁他妈容易？我本来也过得好好的，要不是你失忆，要不是你失忆……” 我们就在一起了。

Synopsis

Star actor Xi Zonghe loses his memory of the last five years after a car accident. During that time, he has broken up with the love of his life, superstar actor Jiang Mu, and is now partnered with relatively unremarkable B-list actor Gu Tang. His manager and friends all tell him Jiang Mu is a cheating scumbag who broke his heart and left him at his most vulnerable, while Gu Tang is the one who stayed by his side and helped him through rehab after an accident that nearly left him paralyzed. However, he just can't believe them or ignore his feelings for Jiang Mu, and tries to get into Jiang Mu's next film, even if it means taking this much needed career opportunity from Gu Tang ....

But the protagonist of the story is actually Gu Tang, who came from a poor family with a mother who died young, a deadbeat father with a gambling addiction, and a brilliant, idealistic younger sister he desperately wants to protect. He dropped out of high school and worked as a host at questionable nightclubs, selling his body along with the expensive alcohol to support his sister through college and graduate school. After entering the entertainment business in a stroke of good luck, he accidentally witnesses Xi Zonghe and Jiang Mu's nasty breakup, and approaches Xi Zonghe with a daring proposition: If Xi Zonghe pays off his family's debts, he'll do whatever Xi Zonghe wants.

With Xi Zonghe's memories missing, Gu Tang becomes the only one who knows the truth: that their fairy tale romance is only a sham fueled by his greed and Xi Zonghe's vanity. He can't let Xi Zonghe get back together with Jiang Mu, because he wants to renew their contract and keep getting paid by Xi Zonghe. The money is all that really matters to him .... isn't it?

What I Like about the story

Very effective use of first person POV! I'm really surprised by how well the author pulled this off "show not tell" even in first person POV. We are shown, gradually and naturally, that Gu Tang is not a reliable narrator and his feelings are different from his words. A lot of "imperfect" relationship or character moments, like white lies, petty thoughts, even harsh words in a heated moment, feel more organic and sympathetic from inside the character's POV, and it's quite funny to see Gu Tang ripping into Xi Zonghe's diva behavior in his internal monologue.

Flawed characters. Gu Tang can be a little manipulative; he knows how to push Xi Zonghe's buttons to get what he wants and isn't afraid to do it. Meanwhile, Xi Zonghe is a real condescending jerk at times, and there is really no excuse for how callously he treats Gu Tang after his amnesia. And he never has to make amends for that because 1) Gu Tang lied to him during that time as well and 2) that's not "the real him" because his memories were missing.

Genuinely messy relationships! The gong used to love someone else -- and while the ex is a scum, the depth and intensity of the gong's past feelings were genuine, and the shou reacts to it in a realistic way. Meanwhile the shou only got into this relationship for the money and lies to keep it going.

The work of making the relationship work. Gu Tang puts in saintly levels of patience in this relationship; he looks after XZH's leg injury meticulously while tolerating the latter's cold attitude and bad temper for years before it eases up. Xi Zonghe sees the better parts of Gu Tang beyond his "obsession" with money, and silently supports him and his career. They are not two perfect people who are made for each other, but people who learned to be good partners for each other. (And it helps that they are very compatible in bed.)

But on the other hand

The gong doesn't really "suffer" for his "poor" treatment of the shou during the amnesia phase. I don't necessarily feel like he needs to go on a crematorium chase, but I do wish they did more to address it. However, when you consider that

his first love is a cheating scumbag to who broke his heart

he got into a car accident that nearly paralyzed him

then he got into a second car accident that gave him amnesia

Maybe he has been unlucky enough and deserves a bit of a break, even if what he has dealt with doesn't hold a candle at all to what the shou went through.

I also didn't like some unnecessarily cruel plot points, like two villain characters ending up in sexually abusive circumstances as a part of their karma/"punishment", and a vaguely racist interlude in which a Chinese film crew gets kidnapped in Africa because it's a violent and lawless land 🙃

Overall

This story of love is interspersed with drama, heartache, pining, resentment, jealousy and so much doting affectionate indulgence of truly ridiculous demands because they are in love. There's plenty of twist and turns in the story that keeps the "dog blood" flowing. But at the end of the day, it's a tale of "mutual salvation" -- of two flawed and lost people who helped each other move onto the next, better part of their lives, together.

#昨日如死 #Yesterday was like Death #zzrs #danmei novels #book review #my reading #modern danmei #celebrities danmei

[goomysnotebook]

𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 (Hop x !Reader)

A/N, this fic is taken from my old Wattpad account  back from early 2020. This was my first fanfiction that I ever posted, sadly I’ve lost the login to that Wattpad account but luckily I kept all the fics on my google drive. Hope you enjoy :)

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The sun was setting, a blanket of darkness slowly inched its way around the old and peaceful city. The chilly temperatures combined with the dark clouds predicted a soon to be arriving snowfall. Chichester’s streets, although being quite the bigger town, were quiet, the only commotion came from the stadium.

The only person being seen on the street was you, sitting outside the pokécenter. A rotom phone levitating in front of you, scrolling through social media.

“Zzr, cheer up (Y/N),” the little electric-ghost type tried to comfort its trainer. “It’zzz okay to loze from time to time.”

“I made a complete fool out of myself-” You sighed in defeat, “-on live television!” You continued, starting to feel a burning sensation behind your eyes, but nothing happened. You just sat there, looking at the timeline.

Rotom scrolled past countless posts of other gym challengers, the next one even more powerful than the last. They were all boasting about their recent victories or doing sponsorships. Your gaze fell down to the concrete path underneath the bench. Rotom stopped scrolling.

“What’s the point?” You sniffed, “I’m never gonna become as strong as the others-” your voice becoming small and throaty as you hid away your face, “-I should just give up.” Tears had started to make their way down your cheeks.

“Zztop with that nonzenze!” Rotom bussed, “You fought zo hard to earn your endorzzzement, everyone makez miztakez. You can’t juzt give up! Pluz you’ve made it zo far, zzrt!”

Rotom’s words went in one ear and out the other, “Who brings dragon-flying types to an ice type battle? Let me tell you-” You exclaimed in a fluster, “-an absolute nutter wanker! No one will ever resp-” You got quiet, gaze fastened onto Rotom. The screen was displaying a picture of two boys, they were each holding up a Ballonea stadium gym badge.

You wiped away the tears with the back of your hand. You sighed, looking at the photo. A light tint of pink started to appear on your cheeks. Maybe it was from the cold, or maybe it was because of the purple-haired boy displayed on the screen. “I wish I was as strong as him…” You uttered almost longingly looking down towards the turf again. 

Ever since you’d first ran into each other during the opening ceremony in Motorstoke, you had felt something. You’d only been able to exchange some brief words before your tight schedules ripped them apart. Luckily you’d managed to get his league card before you parted. Pulling out the card from your pocket. Looking at it, the number 189 was written in a big bold font at the bottom left. To the right, a bit smaller was the name ‘Hop’ inscribed. You sighed again, getting lost in the forever frozen in time smile, trailing your thumb along his cheek.

A smile had crept up on your face, but the tears had started to fall again. Feeling like you'd let everyone down, your fans… your pokémon. Although you felt totally gutted, you couldn't let go of the smile. The smile from the card had projected itself onto you.

The feeling of something fluffy brushing up against your leg snapped you back into reality. Quickly putting back the card into your pocket. Looking down to investigate. You saw what looked like a grey-white land cloud pressing up against your leg.

"Dubwool, wait-" A voice was heard by the corner of the building. "-there you are!"

Your heart almost skipped a beat when the owner of the voice appeared in front of you.

"Dubwool return! I'm so sorry-" making eye contact, he stopped for a second and glanced at her form, "-did he cause any trouble?" The boy was calm as soft-spoken. Shifting his height to one leg, scratching the back of his neck. "You're (Y/N), right?"

You nodded, a bit surprised that he'd remembered your name.

"You might not remember me-" he continued, "-We met back in Motorstoke during the opening ceremony. I'm Hope." His smile was even brighter, almost blinding in person.

You started to feel your cheeks turn pink. He really did remember you, you didn't know why but it made you feel really warm inside. But everything fell apart at what he said next.

"I saw your battle with Melody, it was-"

You got a sinking feeling in your stomach, preparing for the inevitable ridicule that would ensue.

"-It was amazing!"

You slightly jerked back, surprised by Hop's words. "But I lost…" you silently replied.

Shifting over his weight onto the other leg, putting his hands in his pockets. Eyes sparkling with passion as he spoke. “So, what if you lost? You were-” He slightly nodded towards the empty space beside you on the bench, “-may I?” He asked,

“Yeah of course.” You replied scouting a bit to the side. Slightly turning your body towards the purple-haired boy as he sat down.

“-You were amazing!” He continued. “If it hadn’t been for Lapras, that Coalossal of yours would have swept through her entire team!”

“I guess…” You smiled, Hop’s encouraging words kinda just stuck with you. Making you feel a bit better about the loss.

“That’z what I told you, Zzrt,” Rotom quietly buzzed in your ear before buzzing back down into your pocket. You just ignored Rotom’s teasing.

Hop returned to speaking calmly as he confessed, “To be honest, I think that all of your battles are amazing-” He looked away to the side, avoiding eye contact. His ears tinted pink. “-You could say that I’m quite the fan…”

You were taken aback by Hop’s statement. Stunned, not knowing what to say. You’d had encounters with fans before, yes. But this was different, Hop was different.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to creep you out!” Hop exclaimed in an almost panicked fluster. He’d taken your silence as you being uncomfortable. “... I should probably leave… It was nice meeting you.” He stood up preparing to leave. 

The sight of Hop slowly starting to walk away, you were snapped out of your pondering state. You sprung up from the bench, “Hop, wait!” You uttered having taken a grip of his arm. 

Hop slowly turned to look over his shoulder. A pleasantly surprised expression spread across his face. He’d turned, now fully facing you. Your difference in hight was prominent as you stood there. Hop was almost towering over you.

Your gaze fell onto the ground, you didn’t have the courage to look him in the eyes. “You see-” you gulped, “-I’m quite the big fan of yours too…”

In a heartbeat Hop’s surprised expression changed into a bright grin. The pink tint from his ears had started to emigrate down his cheeks. But he didn’t say anything. You just stood there, feeling each others warmth as the cold from the outside world tried to force itself upon them.

When suddenly a small white speck hit and melted on the bridge of your nose. Looking around there were dozens of icy specks singling down around the teens. Hop flinched as one landed on his neck. You giggled at his sudden reaction. Hop joined in the snicker.

The familiar sound emanating from the pokécenter reminded you that there was a world outside of your little bubble. You looked back over your shoulder towards the pokécenter.

“I should probably go and cheek on Coalossal and the gang,” you uttered looking back at Hop. “It was nice meeting you again.”

“The pleasure was mine.” Hop responded

With your hand on the door handle. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Hop make his way away from you. Something hit you. A sinking feeling. You couldn’t really pinpoint why, but the thought of never getting to see him again scared you more than death. Catching yourself off guard having started to slowly walk towards him. “Hop wait!” You shouted after him, breaking into a small jog in the light snowfall.

He stopped, looking back at her. A confused expression stapled across his face.

Gathering your thoughts. Rotom buzzed as you took a grip of your phone resting in your pocket. This was it, it was now or never. You let out a heavy sigh before speaking. “Could I get your number?” Your heart racing.

Hop’s face lit up with a pink tint. “Of course,” he responded. You handed over your phone and Hop started to type in his number.

Handing back her phone, they touched hands. Hop’s warmth spread throughout your entire body.

“Cya around,” Hop chimed with a wave.

“Cya”

Making your way back to the pokécenter. You had forgotten all about your loss at the Circhester stadium.

(Y/N) was in love.

#pokémon #pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #pokémon fanfiction #pokémon fanfic #pokemon fanfic #Hop x reader #pokemon hop x reader #hop x Y/N #pokemon sword and sheild #pokemon sw/sh

[wulfhalls]

twitter. com/ArtofASOIAF/status/1582797301634195457?t=ZZr-0YriwJI03E60XULhhA&s=19 can these writers sit down and like agree on an interpretation cause everyone is saying such insanely different things, it's annoyinggggg. Obviously, I'm very happy about what this writer said but uh, I just need them to be on the same page.

oprah.gif but I don't think its necessary for all writers to agree on one interpretation of a character in general tbh but obviously I'd be nice for them all to agree on the most basic founding principles of one of their mains lmao anyway everyone loves daemon except miss I say deranged shit because I can so.

#asks #hotd #more winnery from us as always #also genuinely thank u @ the girlies for braving twitter and hitting me with the relevant shit cause i couldn't survive on there xoxo

[iron-touch]

Author’s Notes: Chapter 25 (The Highwayman)

See? I was able to crank out this chapter pretty quickly! I’m so epic and cool

The model of motorcycle used for this chapter wasn’t chosen right away. I feel like this is sort of obvious from the writing, but I’m not much of a bike guy nor do I know many bike guys. I asked my dad (who is kind of a bike guy) what I should use, and while he did give me a legitimate suggestion, I forgot to write it down and ultimately forgot what it was entirely. @simpingforcreamsoda suggested I used the ZZR 250 because it’s the same bike used in Kill Bill. I thought a movie reference felt very JoJo, so that’s what I went with.

I’m sure plenty of people upon reading this chapter are thinking “Yuya? Why?” Two reasons; the most important of which will be revealed at the end of this arc. I think that Yuya and Hol Horse contrast surprisingly well with each other (and also think that the common perception the fandom has of Hol Horse is more applicable to Yuya). Both are womanizers, but despite his narcissism, Yuya actually does care about his fangirls and admits that he’d risk life and limb to keep them safe. Hol Horse is the opposite; he uses his “girlfriends” as disposable meat shields. This difference between the two is alluded to in the fic when Sara mentions that all of Hol Horse’s “girlfriends” usually end up slapping him. It’s also well known that Araki at one point considered having Hol Horse join the Crusaders or at least have him help them out, which never came to fruition. It did with Yuya, who becomes allies with Josuke during the Enigma fight and ultimately saves his (and Koichi’s) life.

That being said I don’t really like the outfit I threw together for Yuya so don’t be surprised if that passage gets edited later lol

That “guy from [Yuya’s] hometown” that Yuya mentions is supposed to be Rohan, so the implication here is that Rohan has a sort of side job set up where he can teach people languages with Heaven’s Door in exchange for some fee (use your imagination here). It’s actually something of a meme in the Discord server that Rohan is banned from Iron Touch, so I’m very curious to see how my readers react to this small reference to his existence.

Admittedly the helmet was kind of a cheap thing for me to throw in, just so the readers go “ooh, is he a Masqueraaaaader???” But then it turns out he’s not, but the conflict is still all Sara’s fault.

The part of Central Park that Sara and Hol Horse stop at is, as mentioned in the fic, the Bethesda Terrace and Fountain. This is another “Ella went to NYC this summer and shows off all the places she went to” moment. Here’s a picture of me in front of the fountain. I’m not sure I did the underside of the terrace justice with my description, but I hope I’ve captured just how beautiful it was, even a little bit.

One paragraph of Sara reminiscing about her stepdad was cut from the final draft, both for pacing and other reasons.

Writing Highway Star’s nutrient drain was surprisingly a lot of fun! I feel like it’s one of those things where, since the reader already knows what’s happening, you can really focus on the sensations of it rather than the mechanics. And I like that.

Music references:

The chapter’s name, “The Highwayman,” is a song by the band The Highwaymen, but I was more thinking of the literal definition of a highwayman than the music reference. I’m still putting it on the playlist, though. I also like the wordplay on “highway,” as in Highway Star.

#author’s notes #iron touch

[wetsteve3]

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[thefictiontimebabyyyy]

{As Long As I Don't Need Help}

Chapter 1

"It's so C0LDdd in her3 UGHGG!!-" the voicebox from Marleys chest cried out as he wiggles in his dirty and shredded bed, refusing to get up. He gets a bit of an angry look as he turns his head to a bit of a darker corner from his bedroom, there, stood that darn disturbing looking mannequin, staring at Marley with its single eyeball. Marley grunts as he busts a move towards the thing as if he's trying to scare it, but of course, it doesn't move an inch, and just keeps staring. "Are you g0nna say ANYTH1NG??!?" he yells at it like he always does as if it's an actual person he's talking to...well..that's what he thinks it is since he's seen it randomly move on its own. 

"Your SOO0OOooo annoying to live with you kn0w? I have to do EV3RYTH1NG in this humongous factory and you...just...STAND THERE!!! WHY AR3 YOU SO WEIRD??!! AND CREEPY?? ST0P STARING AT ME STOP IT STOP ST0P STOP STOP" as he's yelling he jumps out of his bed to give the mannequin a good, aggressive, SHAKE. After a few shakes, making the mannequins head almost fall off, he stops and stares at it himself. "HRRrRrr...Wh4t everr...1t's time for m3 t0 go...hehee.." he let's the mannequin go from his grip and leaves the bedroom, only for Marley to burst back in and just to aggressively push the mannequin on the ground, and leaves again, now slamming the door shut.

The tapping of his sharp legs can be heard from afar in the long never ending like hallways, he tries to straighten his hair with the sharp claws of his robotic arms. "Lovely COLD day isn't it Marley?" He mumbles to himself, trying to stay optimistic. As he keeps on walking he taps three times on the ground and in seconds a few sawblades emerge from the dark, he immediately grins WIDELY seeing them "Aaah there you l0vely guys ar3!" He grabs one of them and pets it if it's like a dog, not realizing he's giving himself wounds on the face. He scrapes his claws against the metal of the sawblade, making a god awful irritating noise, but he seems to rather enjoy it. He pushes it away from him as if he’s starting to get annoyed by it. He continued to walk towards his destination, he stops infront of a door with a few scratch marks on it. He opens the door only to almost get a heart attack from what's on the other side, the mannequin, Marley grunts "0h..it's jusszt..you..alm0st scar3d me to death th3re! N0Ww MOVE D4MN 1T!!-" he swings his arms around for a sec before pushing the mannequin aside and walks in like some kind of drunk person, almost falling over like always.

"Someth1ng speci4l to d0 today? I r3ally don't want t0........" he goes quiet for a sec, growls quietly and hits the voicebox as if it's broken, it makes a few static noises "ZzzrrtrzzrrrtrtrzZRRQUUIIEEET-" he hits it again, grunting in pain, he seems to be irritated by the loud static noise "Zzrtt..annoying..Zzr..stup1d old thing...AH! TH3RE WE GO- gosh I just wish I could rip this thing off my chest..." he randomly sits down on the floor in a circle drawn in crayon, waw, he really doesn't do anything. "Oh isn't th1s fun? Sitt1ng in the sam3 circle everyday, every week, every M0NTH....hrrRRHRHHRGRGRHRZZRTT-" he hits his head a few times "Well I can't sleep all day...nor can I do TH1Z either..." he plays with his hair for a bit until....he feels a thought forming in his head, he has an idea! "I KN0W!!¡! I can just...TRY AND F1X THIS DUMB STEWPID VOIC3BOX!!-" he happily stands up and heads to the operation room, that's the place where he has the most fun in!

He struts to the operation room and SLAMS the door shut behind him with his leg, as the old lights slowly turn on from the ceiling he approaches a recording tape and pressed the play button "0PERAT1ON NUM3R...uuh..0H WHAT 3VER LET'S JUST B3G1N ALREADY-" he goes to the operation table and sits down on it "TH1S OPERATION WILL BE STUNN1NG!! ZZZRRtt-" the voice out of his voicebox says loudly for tape to hear and be able to record perfectly. "T0DAY-....I..MARL3Y W1LL OFFICIALLY rrrRRRIP TH1S GOD FORSAKEN VOICE BOX 0UT OF M3-" his voicebox makes a distorted laugh as he pulls out a big tool box from under the table and places it next to him. "N0w...wh4t have w3 here?.." he opens it, revealing a bunch of tools that are just scattered around and not placed properly, he janks a few out and just throws them on the ground until he pulls out a power drill "Th1s will w0rk...TH3 OPERATION BEG1NS...N0W!!" He throws the tool box off the table, it makes a loud slamming noise as it hits the ground. "I repeat....operation voicebox removal...Zzrt-" he examines the drill in his hand as if he has never used one before "1 shall b3gin, t0day th3re will be no t1mers for this operation, I KN0W this w1ll probably take....5 minutes...mayb3 less..zrrt-" a blank expression appears on Marleys face...as if he's hesitant to do it..until he turns the drill on and the unhinged grin immediately reappears on his face. "There's seems to be...zzrt-...no screws..anywh3re..."

he shrugs and immediately jabs the drill in his chest, not too deep yet. He yelps for a sec, not expecting there would be pain, but smiles again, thinking that's a good sign. He makes the drill spin a bit faster as he tries to poke his way under the voicebox, he grunts, as if he's struggling to breath. "THIIZZZRT- W1LL..W0RRKZZRTT-" the voicebox starts to get more and more distorted as he jabs deeper under it, he let's out a small laugh with his actual and weak voice. Not realizing blood is starting to drip from under the voicebox and his mouth, he continues his duty, his grunts and yelps start to get more louder...more painful. As he keeps on drilling he managed to sink a bit deeper under it, which gave him the most "brilliant" idea. He grabs the drill with both of his hands and JANKS the voicebox off his chest....well...not fully, he accidentally throws the bloody power drill across the room and he falls on the ground, hitting his head against the table while doing so. He whines in pain, curled up in a ball, covering up his chest with his arms. He takes a peek and sees the voicebox is...halfly dangling from his chest, he realizes it still works too. Let's out a cry as he stands up "GGGRRZZZTT- OP3CANCEL3DZZ- CCANCELED..STOP ST0P IT STOP RECORDING..PLEAZZEERTTT-" the voice box loudly cries as Marley slams the off button from the tape recorder.

He leaves the operation room, too weak to close the door. He holds the voicebox close to his chest to let it hurt a little less as he leans with the other hand against the hallway wall to keep balance while he's walking, he struggles to stay on his feet almost falling over and bumping into a wall multiple times, zigzagging. He whines as his lips quiver. He finds the door of his bedroom and quickly opens it, he falls over while entering and crawls to a small cupboard that has bandages in it. He desperately tries to open it while blood is dripping on the floor and he's just pathetically coughing. He yanks a few bandages out and poorly wraps it around his chest, preventing the voicebox to fall off. "Oowww...." he whines out as he crawls into his bed, it hurts...so much.."God...maybe I should...try it another time........operation failed..today.." he mumbles, he turns and wiggles multiple times in his bed, unable to find a comfortable position. He tries to sit up, maybe that will help to make the wound feel less painful. As he does so he sees in the corner of his eye that he left his door open, he didn't see it at first but when he took a good look at it he saw that...the mannequin was there, standing, staring back at Marley. His painful expression quickly turns into a more sad one, he reaches his arms out to the mannequin as he tries to stand up to approach it. "Owww.....I'm so sorry I pushed you earlier...hmm.. " he whimpers as he wraps his arms around it, sobbing on it's shoulder. "I guess this is what I deserve for doing that...." he picks the mannequin up and walks back to the bed. Now laying beside it, hugging it tightly. "You know I'll never hate you..." Marley looks at the mannequin, it doesn't answer back. "It's okay that your angry at me, you don't have to say anything...it's all my fault...." the mannequin doesn't say a word, "Oooww I love you so much...can you forgive me?" He sobs as his lips quiver again. Marley waits for an answer...and again, it doesn't respond. His sad and pleading expression turns into a more disgusted and enraged one as he stands up and throws the thing on the ground. The voicebox makes a static noise "AT L3AST YOU C4N SAY S0MTH1NG YOU STUP1D PUPP3T!!- ZZRTGRGRGRGXTZHHRRZZT- ANSWER M3, ANSWER ANSWER ANSWER ANSWER JUST. SAY. SOM3THING.-" the mannequin lays on the floor motionless. Marley gasps, feeling a bit offended and KICKS the mannequin multiple times, and throws it out of his room. "Y0U C4N ONLY COM3 BACK WHEN YOU MADE A G0OD APOLOGY-ZZZRT-" Marleys broken voicebox screams out as blood comes out of his mouth.

 

And he slams the door shut. 

#As Long As I Don't Need Help #fanfic

[silencer]

Bye, Barocca

2016: Nach fünf Jahren Reisen mit dem Motorrad war mir klar: Das wollte ich unbedingt weiterhin machen. Aber nicht mehr mit der ZZR 600, der Tourensportlerin von Kawasaki. Die war immer öfter an ihr Limit gestoßen: Mal bedingt durch ihre Bauform, die nunmal ausschließlich für gute Straßen gemacht war, zuletzt aber auch dadurch, dass die Maschine mit 13 Jahren und 90.000 Kilometern einfach…

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[dimismeu]

Mototrip Kastoria Metsovo Meteora Karditsa

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[areacodeproject]

ZZR

#areacodeproject #35mm #fuji64t

[gaby974love]

ZZR 1400 😱😱😱 c une dinguerie cette bécane

[ankobia]

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[st-engine]

スズキ GS1000・GSX-R1000、Buell XB9S、BMW R1100RS・F650GS、ヤマハ V-MAX(1200)・MT-09、カワサキ ZZR-1400等の中古パーツを追加しました。税抜価格10,000円以上のお買い上げで送料無料となります。 @st_engine #gs1000 #suzukigs1000 #gsxr1000 #gsxr1000k6 #suzukigsxr1000 #suzukigsxr1000k6 #xb9s #buellxb9s #r1100rs #bmwr1100rs #f650gs #bmwf650gs #vmax #vmax1200 #vmaxyamaha #yamahavmax #yamahavmax1200 #mt09 #yamahamt09 #zzr1400 #kawasakizzr1400 #カワサキzzr1400 #バイクパーツ #バイクパーツ販売 #バイクパーツ通販 #中古パーツ #バイク #バイクのある風景 #バイク好きな人と繋がりたい #バイクのある生活 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp4j1leprQ9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#gs1000 #suzukigs1000 #gsxr1000 #gsxr1000k6 #suzukigsxr1000 #suzukigsxr1000k6 #xb9s #buellxb9s #r1100rs #bmwr1100rs #f650gs #bmwf650gs #vmax #vmax1200 #vmaxyamaha #yamahavmax #yamahavmax1200 #mt09 #yamahamt09 #zzr1400 #kawasakizzr1400 #カワサキzzr1400 #バイクパーツ #バイクパーツ販売 #バイクパーツ通販 #中古パーツ #バイク #バイクのある風景 #バイク好きな人と繋がりたい #バイクのある生活

[ryojihyperdragon]

今日の分終了…( ^ω^ ) 寒いから当分バイクに乗らないそうです…続く…うむうむ…（╹◡╹） (ZZR-11女子) #hyperdragon #高知 #高知タトゥー #高知tattoo #刺青 #入れ墨 #タトゥー #彫龍 #ガールズタトゥー #バイク女子 (Hyper Dragon Tattoo Studio ハイパードラゴン タトゥー) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmqf6eDrdPc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#hyperdragon #高知 #高知タトゥー #高知tattoo #刺青 #入れ墨 #タトゥー #彫龍 #ガールズタトゥー #バイク女子