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the queen of christmas has thawed 🧊🎄
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RPF in the dutch newspapers??
#thijs zonneveld professional cyclist and journalist being PAID (presumably) to run incorrect-peloton-quotes#in the pages of AD Sport nonetheless#cycling#mathieu van der poel#tadej pogačar
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discord quotes channel as community
confession no one who has said any of these things knows i’m using them for tumblr clout 🫶🫶
#community#community tv#nbc community#abed nadir#troy barnes#shirley bennett#jeff winger#britta perry#dean peloton#craig pelton#greendale community college#trobed#jeffbritta#jeff x britta#troy x abed#community memes
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going (stationary) biking didnt feel like it was necessarily improving my mental health but it felt really good in the moment and because of that i want to do it more
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#home gym#peloton#exercise#workout#gym#luxury#rich#expensive#lux life#soft life#mirror#tv#equipment#luxury lifestyle#couch#interiors#interior design#design
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Daniel is three weeks into the programme when Scotty asks to join him.
“What do you say then? Should we go for a run like we used to?” He says and nudges Daniel’s shoe with a naked toe. “Get some of those muscles back on you, eh?”
Daniel laughs, hooks his foot around his ankle. He pulls him into his lap, rests his weight on his good leg. “Don’t think I can keep up with you anymore, Scotty. You, me, and my bum knee. Don’t think we’re getting very far, yeah?”
Scotty smiles, rubs a thumb over the LED bracelet he slapped on in case the sun sets before he comes home. It’s better than the yellow vest his mother had told him to wear, but it still makes him feel ridiculous. Scotty, he knows, prefers to run on trails, in the deep woods with nothing but trees and birds to keep you company.
But Daniel cannot do that now.
The forest floor is too uneven for him, filled with broken-off branches and stones the size of his fist. He can barely run a mile on a flat surface, doesn’t want to challenge himself with a broken ankle as well. So he runs by the roads now, always in the vicinity of help if he were to fall.
“Hey, Lance and the fam are coming into town in two weeks or so,” Scotty says and pulls out his phone. He flips the screen around to show him a scenic view of one of the trails they used to take before the crash. A viewpoint over the water, secluded enough that Daniel had gone to his knees without problems, sucked him off until they were both fucked out and satisfied on their way down.
“I don’t know your schedule, never know where you are these days, Ric,” he says, laughs. It feels weird in his chest, bitter to taste, but Daniel laughs with him, doesn’t say the answer nowadays is mostly PT. “But it would be cool if you could come, yeah? Been a while since we’ve done something like this.”
Daniel smiles, tightens the hand resting on Scotty’s hip.
Scotty wasn’t around when Daniel crashed, deep in his training programme for the next circuit of games. Blake had offered to call him, to arrange his flights so he could come and see him before his surgery. But Daniel hadn’t wanted Scotty to see him like that, injured and pathetic, overcome with pain at any movement of his leg.
He had been on crutches by the time Scotty came home, moving by himself and mostly off the hard meds. “Come to play nurse, haven’t I?” Scotty said and clumsily carried him to bed. But even then was a shit time for Daniel, no position suitable for both sex and his knee.
Times like these are when he regrets not involving Scotty more in his recovery. The evasive memory of his crash and subsequent injury, the current limitations he was working with.
“Don’t really think I can, babe,” Daniel says and tips him to the side, Scotty landing on the couch with a bump. He leans down to tighten his shoes, stands up for a quick stretch. “Unless you wanna carry me down?”
Scotty hums, stares at his knee, at the scar making its way down his leg. He looks, puzzled, and Daniel doesn’t know how to feel.
“Yeah, no dice, mate,” he says faintly.
Daniel shrugs, tries to breathe out the bitter frustration. He leans down for a kiss, just a brush of their lips before he’s upright again. “Right, I’ll be off. Dinner later? I will order something.”
He’s barely out of the door before his phone is in his hand, music in his ears as he presses start on the next run in his programme.
“Another day, another lovely run with you. I am coach Max, the Red Bull Running global head coach, and I will be with you every step of this two-mile run,” Max says in his ears, the familiar accent easing him into a different mindset as he lets the built-up frustration bleed away.
“You did not want to be here maybe. Perhaps the weather is bad where you run, and you feel tired today also. But you pressed start, so for the next 1.6 kilometres, I will of course help you to become the best runner you can today, and I think that is the most important thing right now.”
Daniel breathes out, shifts the pressure onto his bad knee, and when it feels good, he picks up the pace, loses himself in Max’s voice, “I’m here, Maxy. Tell me what to do.”
#implied#maxiel fic#maxiel#max/daniel#but currently#daniel/scotty#(i dont know their offical shipname)#remember those stories about people falling in love with their peloton instructors?#Max Run Club au#my fic#fic#my writing#injury cw#coach bennett has my heart#iykyk#scaniel?
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a moment’s silence when my baby puts her mouth on me
#🦋#curly + curvy#goooood morning#here are some selfies illuminated only by the light of dusk#hozier my beloved#also did a hozier peloton ride where this song started and the instructor said#‘this song is about… the intersection between faith and nature’#and i was like mmhmm ok 👍#biblically accurate asteroid
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The high summer sun glints off the lake, illuminating Eddie's dark curls in a golden shine. He plays Hopper's old acoustic, just noodling around with notes and melodies, while Steve watches, transfixed.
He's so beautiful, Steve thinks, before shaking the thought away. He turns from the man at the end of the dock, looking across the yard of Joyce and Hop's lake house. His two kids tumble across the grass with Max and Lucas's toddler on their heels. Max and El weave flower crowns--well, El weaves and Max makes a mess of petals and leaves. Dustin, Erica, Mike, and Lucas cluster around the solid wood picnic table Hop built, arguing about a new d&d update, while Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan sip glasses of lemonade on the porch. Through the wide, plate glass windows that line the back of the house, Steve watches his wife, Joyce, and Argyle bob and weave through the kitchen, while Hop mans the grill a few feet away on the patio.
He looks back to Eddie, whose fingers have stilled on the guitar strings.
"What's up?" Steve asks. It's been twelve years since Eddie almost died saving the world, and he still goes distant. Still slips out of time to another place, another world, that can be hard for the others to reach.
Not this time, though. Eddie glances up, soft smile on his face, one that's rare enough it makes Steve's heart trip. "Working out how to play something," he says.
There's yelling now, from the picnic table, an actual fight broken out, and Steve laughs. "Think we should get up there before someone gets punched?"
Eddie isn't paying attention, though. His head bent intently over the guitar as he strums out a familiar melody that Steve can't quite place. It's slower, he thinks, than the original.
It's so familiar, watching Eddie play. Back when they lived together in Indy, he used to lose entire afternoons to a shared joint and Eddie practicing. It's always transfixing, the movements of his fingers, the light glinting off the shine of his rings; his intensity and precision.
It hits Steve then, what the song is, isn't something he expected Eddie to ever know. Assumed his interest in any member of Nirvana ended in 1994, that he'd find the Foo Fighters hopelessly lame, but Eddie's eyes flash up to catch Steve's as he starts the chorus.
"And I wonder, when I sing along with you, if everything could ever feel this real forever; if anything could be this good again"
The sun is lower in the sky, casting Eddie in bronze, and god, god he's the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen. His stomach twists, goosebumps spreading along his arms.
"The only thing I'll ever ask of you, you've got to promise not to stop when I say when, he sang"
The deep chocolate of Eddie's eyes sparkle with softness and care and, and--
Realization hits.
Steve loves him.
"Breath out, so I can breath you in, hold you in"
Has always loved him. Every second, every moment.
His heart trips, doubles. He doesn't understand how he missed it, that it's always been Eddie.
It crashes over him, a cascade of understanding, of unquestioned longing. Years, years have gone by without him recognizing the feelings for what they are. And now, now--
His wife is in the kitchen with Joyce and Argyle, and their two kids play on the lawn with Max and Lucas's toddler.
And he's been hopelessly in love with his best friend since 1986, when he first realized his entire world revolved around Eddie Munson's laugh, the specific smile he gave that brought out his deep set dimples, the softness of his voice at 3am when nightmares drove them both out of bed.
Eddie blinks a few times, looks down, eyelashes casting long shadows against his cheeks. His playing slows, and he ends the song with a crack in his voice as he sings.
"Hello, I've waited here for you, everlong"
The only thing Steve can hear is the pounding of his own heart. He wants--he wants--
The shrieking delight of his children carries down to the lake, his wife's wind chime laugh tinkling just behind.
He doesn't know what to do, what to say, can't stop hearing the way Eddie's voice broke on the last line that wasn't even in the original song, and--
Hopper calls out, "alright you animals, come and get it."
His wife yells, "Steve, come help with the kids?"
He shoves to his feet, yells back, "be right there."
Steve doesn't know what to do, what to say, how to process any of this.
He walks away from Eddie without glancing back.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#angst#no happy ending#feelings realization#mutual pining#wrong time#1990's au#married steve harrington#musican eddie munson#found family#everlong#i had the idea for this while doing a peloton ride to the acoustic version of everlong#i could not get eddie singing it to steve out of my head#it's been in my drafts forever#haven't posted a ficlet in months sorry it's a bummer
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troubled peloton (1/?)
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Current status of the Totally Normal for Rhys Darby Tumblr Association: 17 dead, 440 wounded
#Rhys Darby use me as your peloton challenge#i'm feeling very normal and not feral at all#absolutely not rending my clothing#aotearoa i wanna fuck your dad#totally normal for rhys darby tumblr association
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"ah it's going to be fun" tadej to romain about the giro. it will be fun for YOU!
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You
You and I
Found a way through the static and darkness, reflect the light
We had to get it wrong to get it right
Oh and we are, we are, we are, we are the reason
Prism
I finally got these! It was a fight with my game, but it was worth it. I wanted to get more, but it crashed.
Been wanting to do these forever now since Prism is one of my favorite songs. But, the timing couldn't be better, as I have a headcanon to share this time.
I got Ki'to a new DNC vfx pack today since he'll be laying down his blade in favor of chakrams in Tural.
"The world had need of me, and so I took up arms to fight. A shield for a world in peril. But now that I am an adventurer once more, I'll be taking no more hits if I can help it"
And now that I'm playing through 6.2 finally, I had an idea.
After being handed the crystal of light, something resonated within Ki'to's aether, and when running through Troia, he noticed his attacks no longer resembled Ranaa or Nashmeira's, but took on a crystalline, prism-like effect. More reminiscent of Hydaelyn.
And as if to answer the questions within, upon clutching Azem's stone once more, an Elpis flower made a home within his hair.
Am I waxing poetic about my hat randomly toggling on and remembering I had an Elpis flower installed on it? Yes, yes I am. Because that's how cute headcanons are made.
#Ki'to#I absolutely love the prism peloton#it is my favorite thing#Making everyone faster with my gay little sparkles#I can finally check this gpose off the to-do list#I'm so glad#It's been eating away at me that I never got to get it
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Cardio Session:
4 mile spin as fast as possible; finish with easy effort, 60 min in total. ✅
For various reasons, today was a good day. Just bathing in the simple pleasures of this life. ☺️
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Joey's Peloton promo 😍
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he’s so cute like the hands in the pockets?? the big smile?? he’s the best cyclist in the world and also the cutest pookie and the softest kitty
#tadej pogacar#also he won with such ease like is he human#just laughing and talking about how he stopped to pee and then hid in the bushes to prank the peloton#how can you not love him
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Church time
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