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marc marc marc marc. (please do not eat me, i am not super happy with how this turned out)
(also i refused to draw the red bull logo when i had no brain power for half of this drawing)
awesome intimidating marcmarc couple and evil lesbian horse
#man_in_leather #man_in_leather_suit #held #motorbike #motorbikes #kawasaki #europeanbikers #kneesliders #motorcycle #motogp #bikelife #biker #bikerlife #bikefam #bikeforlife #hjchelmets #upperaustria #hot #austria #2wheelslovers #picoftheday #salzburg #salzkammergut #styria #upperaustria #mountains #bikeporn #bikersofinstagram #photooftheday #bikeporn #sun8 #daineselagunaseca (hier: Steinbach am Attersee) https://www.instagram.com/p/B15IbREoyCJ/?igshid=1jg4yr1h40do9
Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me The last time that you touched me Oh, will wonders ever cease? Blessed be the mystery of love
(for rpf summer camp: Fruit)
if you take reqs, can u draw bezzetti? ā¤ļø
You can yell at me for being this late anonā¦ anyway here we go with bezzetti!!
Here we go with my design of f!Marc and f!Casey
Donāt let cele pretty face trick you they are both dumis;)
matching bikes i seeā¦okay f*****s
ļ½”ā *ļ¾ā +Ė Stār ā boy Ė+ ā *ļ¾ļ½”
Casey Stoner collage
Open the cut for more pictures and higher quality scans
I needed to edit this scan together because collage was too big for my scanner but I'm not very skilled at it so i also added original scans so you can try yourself if you want to print it out or use somehow
And the best detail of the whole thing
This is just to show how tedious of the work it was to put all stars on, i needed to use cut up twosided tape to this size so i can stick all of them, even the smallest and it was a bit of nightmare lol
Sometimes I forget that Casey Stoner & Mark Webber don't really exist in the same bubble as much as I would like them to...
JEREZ 2015 | Marc Marquez and Valentino Rossi being asked about what happened in the previous race, Argentina.
Journalist : "Question to Marc and Valentino : Have your relationship changed after the crash, the battle of Argentina ?" Valentino : "I think... I will give to Marc less kiss from now. But in the bed, remains the same." Marc : "No, no change."
donāt know if this is an explanation or anything but
lemon
fermin has a lemon on his shelf, with his number on it. explain.
āAnonymous Roseā ā Sharks nā Roses ā 900 words
The way every last muscle in Pedroās body aches feels impossible. Every step feels like opening a door with hinges that havenāt been oiled in years, and he can practically hear the creak his bones make with every footfall. Itās a little ridiculous; he had only just gotten done with FP1, for crying out loud. It didnāt bode well for his weekend that he was already feeling like this.
He keeps his head down as he walks back to his garage, having just discarded his leathers and not wanting to meet anyoneās eye in the event that he might be dragged into a conversation. Distantly, he wonders if he might be getting sick. It would certainly explain a lot.
He almost gets stopped several times on the short walk, but he manages to dodge team members and non-team members alike until heās safely in his garage, mentally preparing himself to go through the data from the practice session.
Itās just then that he hears a voice from behind call, āPedro!ā
Briefly, he considers not turning to face whoever it is who wants his attention now, but he quickly decides against it. It could be something genuinely important, so he turns to face the mechanic that called for him. The mechanic smiles. āAn anonymous fan left this for you!ā
Pedro is just about to snap at him for the unnecessary interruption, but then he catches sight of what the mechanic is referring to.
His eyes fail him.
No, his entire body fails him. Every muscle in his body tightens into one big, wound-up coil, his fight or flight response triggered in a split second as he desperately tries to make sense of what heās seeing. He canāt move his eyes away from that outstretched hand, from whatās in that outstretched hand, canāt speak.
He only just manages to tear his gaze away to see whoās even holding it. Itās one of his mechanics, still smiling wide like heās delivering great news, like heās not reframing Pedroās entire reality in a handful of seconds and even fewer words. Because in his handā¦ right there, right in front of him, isā¦
āWhere,ā Pedro whispers, swallowing around a dry throat, ādid you get that.ā
Itās a rose.
Itās a beautiful, fresh, red rose. The kind of rose he hasnāt been given since several years ago, before heād made the decision that the championship was the most important thing he could ever have in his life, that it was worth giving up every other good thing he already did have. Back when it wasnāt a strange occurrence to climb into his truck and see a random rose sitting on the dash, a beautiful smile coming from the passenger side to go along with it.
He doesnāt have that smile anymore. Hasnāt had it for a long time. Maybe thatās why it feels like his lungs are collapsing inside his chest.
The mechanic gives him a strange look, but Pedro doesnāt particularly care how shocked he looks or how blanched his face is or what kind of rumors are going to go swirling around his garage after this. He just needs to know where that awful, lovely flower came from.
It must be visible in his eyes, the need to know, because the mechanic finally opens his mouthāalbeit with furrowed eyebrows.
āUh, well,ā he begins, and Pedro gets the feeling that he isnāt going to like where this is going, āwe donāt really know. It was anonymous, remember?ā
āThen who gave it to you?ā
The mechanic shrugs. āOne of the track marshals. Said that someone told her to give it to you, but she didnāt say who. Just that it was an anonymous fan who payed enough to make the trip here worth the bother.ā
Under his breath, Pedro curses everything north, south, and sideways.
āOf course,ā he mutters.
The mechanic gestures with the rose. āJust take the flower, Pedro. Someone wanted you to have it because theyāre a fan, it doesnāt matter who. Itās just a nice thought.ā
Itās with no small amount of reluctance that Pedro reaches out and plucks the rose from his hand. He hates how even after all this time, the weight and feel of the flower is still familiar, hates how it brings back memories that heās tried hard to bury because he thought that it was necessary. The right thing to do. The smart thing.
Heās too busy staring down at it to notice the mechanic walking off with a bewildered shake of the head, only seeing the rose and the way its petals spiral tighter and tighter together the closer they get to the middle. His eyes are drawn outward, to a petal on the edge that catches his attention. Itās drooping over, clearly past the point of being fresh, and heās reaching a hand up to pluck it off and dispose of it when he stops.
Pauses.
Reconsiders.
Maybe he doesnāt actually want to get rid of that petal.
Maybe he wants the petal to stay there.
Maybe, just maybe, he wants to keep it.
He thinks of fresh and dead petals, the things heās kept and cut out, of a rose on the dashboard of a truck and a blinding smile at his side. Of an anonymous fan giving him a rose.
Pedro stares and stares and stares.
Heās not so sure it was a fan.
please I am begging how do you guys watch MotoGP?? VideoPass is way too expensive for me, and I canāt imagine that everyone pays for it if itās that expensive
Please help šš
im not even having fun no more im so serious like its too important im locked in
this day fucking drained me out i need a month long vacation now