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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 6 months

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#385

“OK faggot. I’m surprised to see you. I thought you would have flaked out. I told you that you are to bring nothing. I don’t see your transportation here—no car or bike. That’s good. But you fucked up one thing though. Bringing nothing means nothing. I see you are wearing a t-shirt, shorts, shoes, probably underwear, and cap. That’s not nothing. I told you that if you were to spend time with me that you would be kept naked. I meant that….

“Look, I live to be naked.

“I drive… naked.

“I eat and drink… naked.

“I sleep… naked.

“I jack off in my bunk… naked.

“I jack off while driving… naked.

“I step out to piss… naked.

“Then with the last few drops of piss hanging on to my cock head, I’ll jack off… naked.

“I fuck faggots… naked.

“I get my ass licked… naked.

“I shove my cock down some faggot’s throat and unleash my piss… naked.

“As you can tell I love being naked. So much so, that when I bought my own Kenworth, I formed my own trucking company, and I called it ‘Naked Trucking.’ I don’t give a shit who sees me when I’m on the road or stopped at a place like this.

“So when a faggot like you agrees to spend one week with me kept naked shows up, that faggot should be fucking naked.

“No! Don’t strip there. The only thing I told you that you will have while with me is your ID. Give it to me. I told you to leave behind your wallet and phone. You did to that?... Good. It would have been awkward if you hadn’t.

“Now see that dumpster over there on the other side of the parking lot?... Walk over to it and strip. Don’t use the dumpster to hide behind. Strip so I can see you… and either of those other two drivers can too if they are paying attention. Throw your clothes in the dumpster and walk back. Don’t hide your dick. Don’t race back here. Just walk normally.

“If you can’t do any of that, then keep on walking. Now go on. I need to do some quick paperwork before we roll out….

…

“…Faggot, you did good. You are rock hard. That’s good to see. As you can tell, my dick is longer and thicker than yours, as it should be.

“Oh, should you need to leave my cab, I do have shorts, shirt, and flip-flops for you to wear.

“Your primary reason for being here is to service my cock—to offer two holes for me to dump my cum and piss into. The other reason is to get my shithole worshipped. That’s about it.

“Speaking of which, I need to take a piss. Get on your knees bitch, I need to see how you drink a load of piss. I expect you to drink it all. When we are on the road, I will snap my fingers, and you will drink while I am driving. All my piss goes through you. All of it. I wouldn’t have even considered you if you didn’t have experience.

“Your piss will go into empty water bottles. You will set them aside and use them to douche your cunt on the road. It’s your responsibility to make sure you are cleaned out at all times. As much of a pig that I am, I am not into shit. At. All. You got that?

“Pull off. I’m done pissing for now; you’ll get the rest in a bit…. You got that?... Good! And keep up the not talking. Nodding is fine.

“Stay on your knees. Pull apart my cheeks and start eating my hole. I take lots of psyllium which makes wiping almost not necessary. I just pull over in a secluded spot and get out. I squat, wipe up, and move on. No need to get dressed for that. A fisting faggot I once used told me this is what he does to clean out without the mess. It works on me.

“I will say that I sit on a hand towel as I drive. If you ever see skid marks on it, it’s your duty to clean it up. There are extra hand towels behind my seat. And if you ever encounter me not being clean when I am sitting on your face, keep that knowledge to yourself and clean me up squeaky clean. I don’t want to ever hear about it. You got that?

“Good. You will start on psyllium immediately. In fact I will be controlling what you eat to make your douching easier to do along the side of the truck.

“Ok. Your tongue knows it’s way around a shithole. That’s good. Get up. Ok boy. Pull out. You will have a lot of time under my rimseat later on. I have a rimseat in the storage bin under the bunk.

“Yeah, if I can avoid putting on clothes and going into a truck stop, I will. I dress only when I absolutely have to.

“OK, climb on up.

“I know these runs very well. I know where to stop so we won’t have to get dressed. There’s a few rest areas where the layout lends to privacy. Some lend better when there’s no moon or if it’s raining.

“We are going to this one truck stop in a couple nights. Hank and I go way back. We used to drive together, naked of course, until his dad died and left him the family truck stop and garage. It’s one of the last old school truck stops, you know, with communal showers and a bunkhouse. It holds about thirty to forty trucks in back. When the bypass went in, his business dried up. He started to lose many good customers. He started messing around with a few drivers as a perk. Then word got around. The garage started getting more business. Drivers would come in, a little bit out of their way, fuel up and get their balls drained or get bred. Or if the rig needs some work, Hank will work on it and the driver could kick back in the bunkhouse with other drivers or Hank’s fag.

“Years ago after we went our own way, he took on a fag who gave up on a six figure marketing job to be his bitch—kept naked too. The fag gets gang banged almost daily. The fag has kept the business running all these years. At night and in between sucking cock, he got this on-line business up and running to help keep the truck stop afloat. The money is real good. It allows Hank to run the truck stop the way he wants to. He put up a privacy fence and a sign on the inside that this is a clothing optional business. There’s no advertising, it’s just known to a group of drivers. Many of them have been jacking off already as they pull in. Even the delivery drivers know about the place.

“We are going to spend a night there as well as my day off entirely naked. They have a tiny convenience store that we can stock up on food. We can do that naked too. I can’t imagine a fag like yourself not loving being there.

“Before we get rolling, there’s a black towel for you to your left to throw over your crotch if you need to cover up. As we drive no one will be able to see in. Cars and trucks are too low and other drivers will be too focused on passing safely to worry about seeing a naked driver and his fag in a split second. But should something come up, the towel is there.

“Also, you can jack off as much as you want. But know this. You better not be one of those fags that after cumming you don’t want to do anything sexual. Because if I need to get my rocks off, I’m using you to get my rocks off. You refuse me or any man I pass you off to, I will leave you on the side of the road. I see your dick gets this. It’s been rock hard.

“Oh look, that driver over there is ready to pull out as well. He’s in his driver’s seat. Here stand up. Bend over the dash. We have twenty-five minutes before I’m allowed to pull out of here. I need to breed you.

“That glob of spit is all you are getting. If I find any fag mud on my dick, I will beat the shit out of you and leave you here. You are a bit loose. That’s good. Unless I’m smashing a cherry, I don’t want my cock strangled. But your pussy feels so good on my cock. Oh fuck. I’m gonna enjoy having you to use.

“Oh look, the other driver is watching us. Faggot, I hope you like being on display because that’s the way it’s gonna be. There’s no humiliation too taboo for me to inflict on you. Fucking you in front of some random driver is only the beginning.

“Oh look, he’s jerking off to us. Oh fuck yeah! Oh fuck yeah! It’s not going to take me long to shoot. Fag, I’m gonna flood your fucking guts. Here it cums! Here it cums! Fuck! Fuck! Jesus!

“Fag. I love my new cunt. Quickly clean me off….

“That driver is still pounding his pud.

“You know. Get out!... Don’t look confused. Get out! Now! Passenger side. Go on!

“That’s right. Take a step back. Get on your fucking knees and look up at me. Open your toilet mouth. I need to finish taking a piss. I will try to get it in your mouth.

“Ahhh. That feels good. I would have just pissed in your toilet mouth up here, but I wanted him to see you. And he’s pounding his dick like he really needs to get off.

“Ok stand up. I want you to walk over to him and I want you to tell him the following: ‘My new owner sent me over to help you empty your balls. Use me in any nasty way you want.’ Then also tell him that I want to watch you get used. “If you don’t drain his balls in the next 20 minutes, I will pull out of here without you. This is an easy one. Now go.”

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marzipanandminutiae · 4 months

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Sorry if this is inappropriate, but I was kinda wondering what caused your house fire? What to avoid doing the future if it was preventative ya know

My housemate's e-bike battery was charging in their room, and combusted. I was at work; thankfully everyone else got out safely. But we all lost our apartment and most of our personal possessions. The bike's owner lost literally everything- they were in the shower and escaped wearing only a towel. Their room looked like a crater; that's not an exaggeration.

I support electric vehicles as part of the fight against climate change, but I REALLY need people to be aware of the risks. The lithium ion batteries they use are not like the one in your phone or your computer, or even in an electric car. While any of the above can catch fire, it seems like the ones in e-bikes and e-scooters are more likely to at the moment. And the fire burns hot and fast- I've heard conventional extinguishers can't even put it out, though I don't know much about that. This wasn't an off-brand bike or battery, either. It was by Rad Power, a well-known and popular company.

Follow all the recommendations for charging the batteries: on a flat surface, attended, and DO NOT leave them plugged in past full charge. That can help, but since this battery was not fully charged when it exploded, I strongly recommend charging them outside if at all possible. I believe some people do it inside an enclosed charcoal grill, the round sort with a cover? The cord would have to stick out but it's still SOME sort of protection in case of fire.

Personally, I will never live in a house with one again, but I have Trauma Reasons and some people need them for cheap reliable transportation. I get that. They're here to stay. We just have to protect ourselves until the technology gets past its teething troubles.

Close your bedroom door when sleeping and when you leave the house. I lost a lot, but my room was the least damaged because my door was closed- the fire literally skipped over my room and up through the ceiling crawl-space.

Beyond that- basic fire safety, I guess. Don't leave candles unattended, etc.

Take care of yourselves, people. Trust me, you don't want to go through even a nonlethal house fire- and this was the best-case scenario.

#ask #anon #housefire #fireblogging #personal #ebikes #escooter #fire safety #going to work in the morning and not getting to go home because there's no home left to go to. losing so much in a few hours.#please keep yourself from going through this if you can #I just. part of me will probably never be Over It. and this is a situation where nobody was hurt #it could have been worse

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carbikemovers-com · 3 months

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Smooth Ride: Navigating Bike Transport from Bangalore to Hyderabad

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reasonsforhope · 4 months

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"A Ghanaian-English entrepreneur has designed an electric bike from the ground up that’s transforming short-range transportation in her home country, proving that problem-solving in Africa can be done in Africa, by Africans.

[Valerie Labi's] company, Wahu!, assembles each bike by hand, and they can travel up to 80 miles [128 kilometers] on a single charge. This means that a delivery rider for Glovo or Bolt can comfortably cover a whole day’s work without refueling.

Anyone who’s visited Accra, Ghana, in the dry season will remember the incredibly poor air quality. Poor roads mean that cars are stuck in second and third gears, and old cars traveling in second and third gears mean plenty of extra car exhaust.

Poor roads also mean exposed dirt, and exposed dirt means fine-grained dust. Combined with a lack of rain, the smog, dust, and car exhaust make the air in parts of the capital unfit for human health.

Wahu! bikes help alleviate all three of these problems, and despite her English nativity [Note: Super weird and unclear way to phrase it?] and education, the bikes were designed and manufactured in Spintex, Accra.

“By introducing electric bikes into Ghana’s transportation ecosystem, we’re not only providing a greener alternative but also offering speed and convenience,” Labi told The Mirror. “Our bikes are a testament to how service delivery can be seamlessly merged with environmental conservation.”

Valerie Labi is a true inspiration, and besides her transportation company, she got her start in the Ghanaian economy in sanitation. She holds a chieftaincy title as Gundugu Sabtanaa, given to her by the previous Chief of the Dagbon traditional area in the Northern Region of Ghana. She has three children, holds a double major in Economics and Sustainability from two separate universities, and has visited 59 countries.

Getting her start in Northern Ghana, she founded the social enterprise Sama Sama, a mobile toilet and sanitation company that now boasts 300,000 clients.

During her travels around the small, densely populated country, she also recognized that transportation was not only a problem, but offered real potential for eco-friendly solutions.

“It took us two years to effectively design a bike that we thought was fit for the African road, then we connected with Jumia and other delivery companies to get started,” she told The Mirror. “Currently, I have over 100 bikes in circulation and we give the bikes on a ‘work and pay’ basis directly to delivery riders.”

According to Labi, each driver pays about 300 Ghana cedis, or about $24.00, per week to use the bike, which can travel 24 miles per hour, and hold over 300 pounds of weight. The fat tires are supported by double-crown front/double-spring rear suspension.

The bikes are also guaranteed by the company’s proprietary anti-theft system of trackers. Only a single bike has been stolen, and it was quickly located and returned to the owner."

-via Good News Network, January 24, 2024

#ghana #africa #black excellence #black entrepreneurship #black girl magic #transportation #ebikes #bikes #delivery drivers #sustainability #air pollution #environment #good news #hope #btw want to say for the record that it is generally considered journalism best practice #to not use a person's name in the headline of an article unless they're already a public figure #partly for privacy reasons and partly because that way the title gives readers more info that they can usefully interpret #so not including her name in the article title isn't inherently a huge snub #though the fact that GNN forgot to include her name until like the 6th paragraph kind of is!#I looked into using the original article this is based on because of that but imho it wasn't as good #it was in interview format and the intro at the beginning had way less info on accra and the bikes/her company/her work

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underrrated1 · 1 year

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Being the Admirals secretary

I think out of all the One Piece characters, the Admirals are some of my favorites (yes, even Akainu. I have a taste for absolutely horrible characters)

Akainu

It's stressful, both for you and him.

The work he doesn't finish goes off to you, as well as work he deems unimportant to him.

He makes you go out for everything, he needs a new pack of cigarettes? You. He needs to mediate a situation on another island? You.

He's very short tempered, it's best to just not speak to him other than "yes sir" and other formalities.

Doesn't care for you all that much.

What matters is justice, not your dying mother.

About once a year he'll let you have a day off, but he won't tolerate you being late the next day.

As long as you get your work done, he could care less about what you do.

For some reason he got very heated when Aokiji commented on your looks.

That stupid faint blush you had made him bubble in the worst way.

He had basically banned you from speaking to the other admirals, you were his assistant.

You rarely see him most days, he's always hauled up in his office and while you do sit right outside his office he seemingly never comes out.

The first time you actually met the guy was 2 weeks after you got assigned to working as his secretary.

He had to leave his office to give some paperwork to Sengoku, and didn't even acknowledge you.

It wasn't until he actually got back to his office that he looked at you, sitting there measley while doing paperwork.

The little wave you gave him was a sight to see, not many people offered such a gesture to him.

Again he ignored you though, simply waking into his office.

After a couple months he started piling work up on you more and more, how he had all this paperwork no one will ever know.

Aokiji

It gets tiresome working under Aokiji, constant comments on your looks (though always positive, but repetitive), and complaints about work he doesn't even do.

You might as well take over his entire job as Admiral with how much you do for him.

Everything he has to do, paperwork, signing off on certain decisions, even going to meetings for him; has been done by you.

You basically have his signature melted into your brain, absent-mindedly signing the papers he was meant too because he literally doesn't care.

He did end up moving your desk into his office, since it was spacious and he likes eye candy.

If you were to enter his office you'd see his stressed secretary surrounded by piles of paperwork and Aokiji peacefully sleeping on the couch.

He met you a couple hours into being assigned to him as a secretary.

After a nice and peaceful nap he went to go get a cup of tea, and thus he met you sitting right outside his office door.

He waved politely, and you did the same with a small smile on your face.

After introductions he was off to get his tea when you stopped him and told him you'd make it for him, being his new secretary and wanting to make a good impression.

That was the first and last time you made anything for him, because shortly after you learned he was a pervert and a dickwad.

He'll make sure to take you with him if he has to go anywhere.

Though he only really uses his bike when traveling so you tend to be really close to him on trips, having to hug his back to stay on.

He has, more than once, asked you to join him for naps.

Immediate rejection, not his first time with that though.

Kizaru

His work is shared between you two, when he's out you do his work, and when he's there he does his work.

Thankfully his usually in his office so no worries.

Sometimes he doesn't understand what some paperwork means, or thinks he might be missing part of a file, so he goes to you.

He likes the company, so after a week or two he set up a transporter snail that he could call at any time.

Sometimes he talks about the weather, and sometimes he's going over files with you.

Enjoys sitting down with you in his office and sharing a cup of hot chocolate and talking.

You could talk about anything and he'd listen, but don't expect him to understand it all.

He prefers you stay by his office, so he won't take you with him on missions.

He just wants you to be safe, he likes you the most out of the other secretaries he's had.

More times then most, he'll stop everything, even if he's fighting, to pick up his transporter snail that only you know the number to.

You could be asking a simple question like 'hows it going?' and he'd pause everything and end up spending an hour minimum talking to you.

The first time you met him he was actually the one to tell you that you'd be working as his secretary.

He has learned about it and decided it would be a great first introduction.

You almost pissed yourself when Admiral Kizaru appeared behind you during break.

He found you very amusing, tripping over yourself while following him to his office, and how you still trip over yourself even after months of working for him.

Allows you days off whenever you need it, as long as you have a semi-reasonable reason for needing to leave.

With how much you two talk, he basically knows all your family, he enjoys listening while you tell him stories about your childhood (something he didn't really get).

He will absolutely avoid the topic of his life when asked, but will randomly drop small stories from when he was younger.

Fujitora

He's a very kind man, and a pleasure to work for.

Most of your work is simply reading some paperwork to him and signing certain paperwork for him.

Sure his paperwork can come in braille, and for the longest time before and after you joined he used the braille option.

But the longer he got to know you, the more he realized he loved listening to you.

So he started asking you to read his work for him.

Having nothing else to do, since he usually got his work done and didn't do much otherwise, you agreed and it became the majority of your day.

You also get him tea and something to snack on during the day.

He's such a kind boss, he leaves an impact on you whether you know it or not.

He lets you take days off if you say you need to, he's not dependent on you.

He's been doing his own work for a long time, he knows how to take care of himself.

Enjoys having lunch with you, especially if you eat foods that aren't usually seen around the place, maybe a dish from your culture.

He likes the smell, and when you let him have a bite, he likes trying new things.

God knows how many times he's asked you to get soba with him.

You first met him a day or so after settling into your desk.

You had already started paperwork set to the side for you and he was going out to get Soba.

Seeing him step out of his office, you offered him a 'good evening' and he smiled back in return.

He didn't jump, he knew you were going to be there, he felt your presence.

He found it to be a kind one, and still thinks so to this day.

Usually takes you with him when he's sent away, he knows you the most and enjoys a friend by his side.

Ryokugyu

He's also a bit of a pain to work directly under.

His morals and sense of justice are the same as Fleet Admiral Akainu's, and his attitude is the same.

More than often he pushes his paperwork to you, he doesn't want to sit at a desk and sign paperwork, he wants to be out in the field.

When you asked him for the first, and last, time to sign something, he took a sticky note and wrote his signature on it then gave it to you.

After a bit of practice you got his signature down to a T.

Unlike Akainu, he does care how you spend your day.

He wants you by your desk, and by his side, 24/7.

That saying, he always takes you with him when he leaves.

He doesn't care if you're currently working on a very important file, he needs to get a new pack of cigarettes and you're coming with him.

And yes, you do join in and sit with him during meetings.

Most of the time you'll just sit by the wall on a spare chair and take notes while he barely listens.

When you first met him it was actually on a marine ship heading out to another island.

He was trying not to pay attention to you, but you just kept following him around and not saying anything.

Eventually he got fed up and asked you what your problem was.

He scared the Fuck out of you.

When you explained that you were his secretary he calmed down a little, so you weren't a creep that was good.

He didn't pay you much attention after that, just simply acknowledged your existence and left it at that.

The first time you left his side was when you had to go deliver papers to someone else on sight.

He had his back turned towards you, but he knew you were gone the moment you left.

He pretended not to care but he damn well did.

After you got back he told you to not ever leave his side.

That also means no days off for you.

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gretavanbear · 3 months

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Behind The Steel

[a/n : h...hi..... i haven't posted in so long. i hope u guys enjoy this lil thing i wrote. i definitely want to do a part two at some point.]

His bike was always his most prized possession, the way he felt when riding it was an incomparable feeling. The first time he rode it was a life changing moment for him- the wind drifting through his hair, the roar of the engine. It was pure animalistic adrenaline that coursed through his veins; wanting to make her roar like he did was extremely exciting. Nothing could amount to how powerful he felt in the cage, feeling weightless and full of control.

His best friend initially helped him build it, making it extremely safe to be in and ride around as crazy as he can get. knowing his biker friends, sometimes it really could get crazy in there.

It became somewhat of a ritual to have cage meets at his house every last friday of the month, where all his friends and acquaintances would come and try out the cage. Sometimes they’d have their girlfriends stand in the middle, building on the anticipation of driving around them. Jake didn’t understand that; wanting someone to stand in a potentially dangerous setting for a couple minutes. Maybe because he saw himself as a lone wolf, him and his bike. How it was supposed to be.

Sure, he’d see someone now and then but it was purely to let out everything that was bottled in, needing some release sometimes.

As he were riding home, he thought about all the preparation for tonight’s meet. Had he ordered the keg? Yes. Did he get enough wood for the bonfire? Yep. He tended to worry for nothing, knowing his organized self; it was truly out of habit to worry over little things.

Jake turned off the bike in his garage, making sure she was nice and safe inside. Naming her the beloved was something dear to him; his friends all giving their bikes something corny or sexy as they said, like “kitty” or “princess”.

But the beloved was not just some sexy bike, she made him feel things, power. And she was much more special to him than just a method of transportation. As he started caressing her with the clean soapy rag, his phone interrupted his music and began ringing.

“Jake?” it was Jeremy, his best friend.

“Yeah?”

“Dude… I’m so sorry but I can’t make it tonight.” Jake groaned, the meets were never the same without Jeremy.

“Why? What’s up?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes for a second- waiting on his dumb excuse.

“My parents want me to go meet this mechanic professor because my name was brought up somehow during my dad’s company dinner. I don’t know.. they really want me to go” He explained. Jake paused for a second before responding.

“That sounds like a great opportunity, Jere. Don’t feel bad, just don’t miss next month’s meet, yeah?” He smiled softly as he waited for his response.

“Of course, dude. I promise.” He replied, saying bye and hanging up.

Jake sighed as his music played once the call was over, washing his bike with intense care. Before he could even notice the time passing, people were already showing up to his house. Thankful to be living on a secluded area with a large piece of land, there were no neighbors to be bothered by.

JAKE

As time flew by, people began showing up to your house, gathering in your back yard. The kegs were set up, the string lights were plugged in, and of course; the cage was set up. There was a row of bikes neatly parked by the side of your house, awaiting for their turn. Though you always went first, no matter what. You passed by your acquaintances and friends, greeting them with a big smile and telling them to help themselves to the keg or drinks inside.

The bonfire was burning bright, illuminating your surroundings with a beautiful golden glow.

You passed by your garage to get the beloved, her cherry red color standing out to you, making your heart race. You took her off her stand and brought her to the door of the garage, someone stopping you in your tracks.

Jeremy’s sister.

She was only a year younger than the both of you and even though it wasn't much of a time difference, Jeremy did not want her at your house especially during cage meets. Though there she was, looking up at you with a smirk as she leaned on the side of the door.

“What are you doing here?” You pushed the bike stand down with your foot, resting your arm on the bike.

“Brother’s out of town. Thought I’d be in the clear for a free show.” She spoke, crossing her arms.

“You know you can’t, Jere wouldn’t want you here.” You state.

“Yeah? Who’s gonna tell him?” she countered. You stood back a little in shock.

“I will. You know how protective he is.” You sigh, looking down at the bike and then back at her.

“Let’s make a bet, Kiszka.” You open your mouth to disagree but she continues talking. “If I can make one round in the cage with you, you can take me home. If I fail, you tell Jeremy and I’ll deal with him.” She says, confidently. You’re taken aback a little, her confidence roaming around the tight space of your garage.

She’s always been around, even when you and Jere were younger. You’d always done your best to ignore her even though she was a hell of a tease, and now that he was away you saw it as your chance.

“You know what? Fine. Let’s see you fail, darlin’.” You smirk, kicking the stand up and walking towards the cage with the beloved, her following you.

As you arrived to the cage, you settled the bike inside, Y/N following you in. She stood on the red X on the floor, the old tape used as a marking for where people would get their partners to stand. She looked at you with a smirk, though you could see a slight shimmer in her eye. You knew she trusted you, but you were up for a challenge.

You watched as she took her jacket off, throwing it outside of the cage, it landed on the ground. You zipped up your leather jacket, tucking your necklace inside your neckline. You gave her one good look before putting your helmet on, pulling down the eye mask.

You could hear the metal gate close, locked shut. The voices cheering on the outside, the music playing faintly in the background. All these distractions but she was the only thing you could focus on. She wore a tight black longsleeve satin dress with some black combat boots, she looked fucking amazing. It just excited you even more.

You could hear her sucking in a breath as you straddled the beloved, your hand on the handles. You turn her on and roar the engine, the adrenaline moving through you. You kick up the stand and begin circling her across the cage, slowly moving higher and higher as you increase the speed, taking your time with it.

Once you feel stable enough, you take your right hand off the handle, and begin dragging it gently across her shoulder, increasing the speed of your bike, revving the engine even louder as you watch her jump a little, but you can tell your touch helps her nerves. You bite your bottom lip to contain your smirk- unsuccessfully. Your hand caresses her shoulders, her stomach, her chest slightly. She closes her eyes and smiles in content, which makes you go even faster. Her eyes open once again and you can feel them on you. Ten seconds left of your time in the cage, your hand drags against her whole body, god she feels amazing.

You hear the loud horn that alarms you the minute is over, and you slow down, to a stop. Your hair is stuck to your forehead by the time you take your helmet off, but all you can focus on is the way she’s smiling at you, how beautiful she looks, how wonderful that dress fits her.

“So? You gonna tell him?” She smirks, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I think I can keep a lil secret..” You sigh, smiling down at her.

The two of you walked over to your driveway with the beloved. You had borrowed an extra helmet off a friend since you didn’t own another one. You knew where she lived, and it wasn’t far, but you were more worried about if you’d be able to contain yourself from not kissing her, the way she affected you was something you never felt before.

You straddled the bike once again as she put her helmet on. “I’m going to hold my hand out so it’s easier for you to get on, you’ll need to hold on tightly because I’m going to be going pretty fast.” You said, holding your hand out. She took it and climbed over the bike, settling herself closely behind you.

“Like that?” She asked. You smirked behind your helmet.

“Closer, love. Wouldn’t want you sliding off..” You smiled. She scooted closer and you could feel her chest against your back, it made your heart flutter. Your hands made their way to the handles as you turned on the bike once more, beginning your journey to her house.

As the wind drifted through the hair sticking out your helmet, your hand drifted to her thigh, caressing it a little. You felt her arms tighten around your waist, and her fingers slowly make their way to the hem of your jacket. You sucked in a breath, trying to focus on the road. Her hands slid underneath your jacket, underneath your shirt, until she caressed your chest gently. You wondered if she could feel your heartbeat, she probably could.. It was beating so fast. You let out a shaky breath and told yourself you’d be at her house soon.

Parked. Finally, you kicked down the stand. She removed her hands from your shirt, and hopped off the bike. You also got off and removed your helmet, resting your ass on the seat of the bike as you faced her. She removed her helmet and shook her head a little, to let her hair loose. She nearly took your breath away, the beauty taking over.

“Thanks for the ride.” She smiled, handing the helmet over to you.

“Thanks for the massage.” You smirked.

“Anytime” She said, stepping closer. You looked down at her, a slight shimmer in the reflection of her dark orbs. “I like riding with you,” She paused, leaning in. “It’s so…” She paused once more, her lips so close to yours. “Intimate.. Isn’t it?” She said.

You nodded, your lips parted a little.

“Are you going to kiss me goodnight, Kiszka?” She said, and you didn’t reply. You kissed her gently, her lips soft like satin, you could drown in them. She was so soft, like honey, a warmth you didn’t know you needed until right now. She pulled away so gently, almost as if she was afraid it would hurt you.

“Goodnight.. See you at your next meet..” She smiled, waving a little before going inside her house, leaving you speechless.

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scarlett-v-the-fox · 7 months

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WarioWare Move It! Japanese profile entires part 1

As of today, there are only a few profiles of the characters. These are Wario, Jimmy T, Mona, Ashley, Red, Dr. Crygor, Mike, and Penny. I am sharing what they say to you in English.

Disclaimer: My Japanese isn’t perfect, and I had to look up some of words used. But I’m confident 95% of this is correct!

President of the very great Wario Company

WARIO

CV: Hironori Kondo

(Translator’s notes: Wario uses the first person pronoun “ore” and uses the suffix “sama” after it.)

[Image of Wario in front a pile of gold] Today is also a great day! I'm cool, intelligent, and handsome!

WAHAHAHA! You had a good idea that you were interested in me! Take a close look at me from my head to my butt!

This is my profile!!

Favorite letter of the alphabet:

Most hated letter of the alphabet:

Charm point:

You’ll know it when you see it! Everything!

What made me happy recently:

I went to scrub myself today, and what a surprise! I lost 20 kilograms! That’s amazing!

What surprised me recently:

There was a type of canned food that I thought was delicious and became addicted to, but when I looked closer, it turned out to be for dogs! I got angry!

Things I am not good at:

Nothing! I am perfect!

Recommended movies:

There’s “The Wario Movie” starring me! ...Hmm? There’s no such movie? Hey Nintendo! Make it quickly!

Favorite proverb:

Be on the toilet bowl for three months.

Future aspirations:

Hey! That's enough! That's it for my profile!

Energetic high school girl

MONA

CV: Ruriko Aoki

(Translator’s notes: Mona uses the first person pronoun “atashi.” She also uses the “ojisama” suffix for Wario and Dr. Crygor.)

[Image of Mona in a city with her pets in the background] Isn’t Wario wonderful!? That nose and mustache!

Hi~! I’m Mona! I'm busy with my part-time job and club activities every day, but I'm going to run through it with high energy today too!

Profile:

My dream for the future:

To become an adventurer!

Person I admire:

I guess I’d say Wario after all! That big and wild nose… super awesome!

Transportation:

[Image of Mona’s bike. Below it reads “Mona Bike!”] Dr. Crygor made it for me!

Part time jobs I’ve done:

I've done a lot of things! I was a gelato shop clerk, a diner waitress, a pizza delivery girl, a rock band's vocalist and guitarist, a Chinese restaurant's poster girl, an amusement park staff member, a reporter, a cameraman, and even a spy... Oops, maybe I shouldn't have said this? [picture of strawberry gelato]

Family:

My papa is an artist and my mama is a supermodel! I'm an only child, but I wish I had an older sister.

My favorite animal:

Baby moth larvae with fluffy fur!

What I’ve been into lately:

I keep an observation record of the flowers I saw today! I like that they’re bumpy, hairy, and shiny!

Introduction from the president (Wario):

Mona thinks I'm cool, and I'm a guy with quite good taste! …however! As an adventurer, she’s not even close to my level! Even if she finds treasure, it's mine, of course! Because the president is amazing! Wahahaha!

Cool dancer

JIMMY T.

CV: Yuma Kametani

(Translator’s notes: Jimmy uses a lot of English words. He also uses the first person pronoun “boku.”)

[Image of Jimmy on a lit up dance floor] Oh YEAH~!! Let’s dance together until the morning, YO!

Everybody! I’m glad you came to visit my page, YO! Let's get feverish with COOL steps!

Profile:

How to spend the night:

Dancing until the morning at a nightclub, YO! [Image of Jimmy P]

Hobby:

Checking my emails! YEAH!

Special skill:

I might be second to none when it comes to high-speed flick input on smartphones.

A little boast:

For some reason, cats tend to like me, YO!

Relationship with Wario:

He’s my email friend! We are also childhood friends!

Favorite way to spend my weekends:

Watching the pigeons in the park, YO! And those kids there have some pretty good BEAT and VIBES, YO!

A secret I’ll only share here:

Actually, my afro, well… No, it’s nothing. Forget it.

Introduction from the president (Wario):

Jimmy is my e-mail friend and childhood friend! He teaches me how to make money with blogs like “Afro Eight” and is a very helpful guy! That's why I made him a special employee of the company, but I’ve never paid him a salary! Wahahaha!

Apprentice witch

ASHLEY

CV: Ayaka Fukuhara

(Translator’s notes: She speaks using third person in Japanese at times.)

[Image of Ashley with a mansion in the background] …I’m Ashley, the world’s witch.

…I’m Ashley… What do you want? …If I don’t have any use for you, can I use you as an ingredient?

Profile:

Hobby:

…Research on cursed magic.

Specialty:

…To make magic and potions.

What I think is cool:

…Monsters and carnivorous plants.

Things I don’t like:

Cute dresses… sweets… colorful things… I hate them.

Eating style:

…I eat what I like for last.

What I want most right now:

…Frie—… Nothing really.

How many times have you been called cute?:

Tsk…

Introduction from the president (Wario):

Ashley is always with her familiar, Red! She may be a bit perverse, but she's actually lonely!? Since she's an employee of the Wario Company, I'll take care of her! Looks like she can use magic to find treasure! Wahahaha!

Ashley’s partner

RED

CV: Mako Muto

(Translator’s notes: Red uses Kansai dialect, and uses the first person pronoun “ore.” He also talks like a kid.)

[Image of Red with Ashley in the background] Alright! Leave the transforming to me!

Yahoo! I am Red! I am Ashley’s partner, as well as her best friend! You came all the way to visit us, so take your time!

Profile:

Where I live:

In a haunted mansion on the edge of town! But I'm actually really scared of this place...

Special skill:

I can transform into something about the same size as me! Like a magic wand or broom! It’s amazing, isn’t it?!

Personality:

I am quite skittish…

What scared me recently:

When I saw my own reflection in the mirror, I freaked out… Eep…

What I think about Ashley:

Ah, it looks like she’s really shy. She remembered her parents from back home and looked into the distance.

Recent thing Ashley did:

She was practicing smiling in front of the mirror the other day! She was so scared! Ah, this is definitely a secret I should keep!

The scariest thing in this world:

Ashley when she’s angry…

Introduction from the president (Wario):

Even though Red is a monster, he's still taking care of Ashley! And I don't know where he learned to speak Kansai dialect! ...That means he might have some talent for business! Okay, me. Let's sell your game all over the world! Of course, we won't give him any rewards! Wahahaha!

Mad scientist

DR. CRYGOR

CV: Kensuke Matsui

(Translator’s notes: A gappori machine is a machine that gives loans in cash)

[Image of Dr. Crygor in a green lit laboratory] People call me a genius scientist... And I am actually a genius!

Here... it seems like you got lost on my page. This must also have something to do with me. Could you let me use your body as a test subject?

Profile:

Occupation:

I am a genius scientist that everyone recognizes.

Someone you hang out with often:

My granddaughter Penny, and my assistant Mike.

Hobby:

Dancing flamenco for inspiration.

My secret to youth:

Modifying my own body and wearing a life-prolonging suit. However, I forgot to extend the life of my scalp and ended up going bald.

Recent research:

I am devoting all my energy and research into promoting my hair regrowth.

Representative inventions:

Wario’s Bike, Wario’s Car, Mona’s Bike, Dribble’s Taxi, Kat and Ana's high-tech swords, 9-Volt's skateboard, Jimmy's cell phone, the Karaoke Robot Mike... You can see how genius I am.

About Wario:

I see him as an interesting research subject. I shall do some human experiments on him someday.

Introduction from the president (Wario):

Dr. Crygor is an old man, but he seems to be doing well! He is also the inventor of my Wario Car and my Wario Bike! But it's disgusting that he’s still bragging about that! ...Well, whatever. Someday, I'll have him make a gappori machine that will give me an infinite amount of money! Wahahaha!

Karaoke robot

MIKE

CV: Ryota Suzuki

(Translator’s notes: Robot characters use katakana in their visualized speech. They are also polite and use simple sentences.)

[Image of Mike in a room full of viles] I want to sing more and more!

I’m the karaoke robot Mike! What do you think, would you like to sing a song after?

My profile, lyrics and music by Mike:

Creator:

I was created by Dr Crygor.

Body structure:

I have microphones on my head and speakers on my body.

Hobbies:

I like cooking! My fruit punch is very good.

Special skill:

Karaoke, obviously. But for some reason, when I start singing, everyone covers their ears.

My dissatisfaction:

Why does the karaoke robot have to do all the cleaning?

A secret I’ll share only here:

I want to be independent.

Things I’ve been curious about lately:

Those meal serving robots for family restaurants...

Introduction from the president (Wario):

Mike is Dr. Crygor’s assistant! He seems to be good at cooking and doing the laundry, but he seems to have run away from home in disgust once! If he's going to be used badly, he'd be happier being used by me! Next time you run away from home, I’ll use you as my butt wiper! Wahahaha!

Future scientist

PENNY

CV: Maya Enokichi

(Translator’s notes: Penny uses the “chan” suffix for her grandpa. She also uses the term “scientist’s egg” which just means she’s a future scientist)

[Image of Penny in a park] My dream is to become the best singing idol scientist in the world!

Hello, nice to meet you! My name is Penny! My grandpa is a fantastic scientist!

Profile:

Occupation:

I’m a Diamond City junior high school student! I’m also a future scientist!

Someone I admire:

Dr. Crygor! He’s my grandpa!

Hobby:

I love singing in front of people! I wish I could be a singer...

My invention masterpiece:

"Sparkly Voice Ultimate" allows anyone to have a beautiful voice!

Things I’m not good at:

Actually, I'm not good at reading music sheets... just looking at the treble clef makes me dizzy...

About my hair accessory:

You can take the heart-shaped hair clip I'm wearing!

A secret I’ll share only here:

I've been checking all the information about idol auditions, but I'm scared. I haven't been able to apply yet...

Introduction from the president (Wario):

Penny is Dr Crygor’s granddaughter! She's a future scientist, but for some reason the minibike she sent to me ended up turning into a mini-mini myself while riding it! What on earth does that mean!? Well, she also has a geeky side. However, if she comes up with an invention that will make money, I will make a lot of money! Wahahaha!

#WarioWare #WarioWare move it #translation #wario #jimmy t #mona #ashley #ashley and red #ashley warioware #red #red warioware #dr crygor #mike #mike warioware #penny #penny warioware #penny crygor

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Oh this isn’t an anti Biden thing more so I’m just pointing out that I think in this case some people are definitely more culpable then others, I feel like otherwise we fall into that idea that humans are the problem inherently which reeks of “original sin”

Like, the fact we don’t have more public transport is due to lobbying from the automotive industry, we aren’t often given options outside of fossil fuel because those who house real power rarely want to change things, which is why things like democracy exist but once you’re in power it becomes a lot easier to feed propaganda, it’s admittedly still more complex then some people treat it but it’s still not a “everyone is equally responsible” thing,

I kind of see it like being Sandra Bullock in Speed, should the terrorist who strapped a bomb onto the bus go to jail? yeah of course, but maybe we focus on getting off the bus alive first?

so like that the conversation of who's most responsible just doesn't interest me as much as "okay but how do we fix it?" and I think the conversation of responsibility often times distracts or demotivates from the conversation of fixing it, I think its very very easy to go from "I didn't cause this" to "I can't effect this" and from "Its not my fault" to "why should I do anything about it?"

and like if the CEO of Exxon goes to jail for this or that I'll raise a glass and be happy for a day because yeah they are bad people and yes in many cases they knowingly did things to make climate change worse because it would help stock prices in the next quarter or whatever. But its like not the conversation I want to be having most of the time, I'm less interested in who's fault it is and more on what do we do to fix it and I feel like there are a lot of people for whom the reverse is true their focus is much more on "who's fault" and much less on "how do we fix it"

I remember there's an episode of Queer Eye, where the person they're making over is a young climate activist with Sunrise Movement. And normally the 5 drive in a huge SUV but for this they all hopped on bikes and biked to her house and they explained this all pleased and she was like "oh you didn't need to do that, what normal people do doesn't really matter because climate change is just 10 companies" I'm not going back to get her word for word but that was the thrust, and that's really stuck with me that this girl had a chance to talk to millions of people and ask them to change their day to day behaviors and she dismissed the idea that even collectively any one could do anything.

#ask #answer #rambles #climate change

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ivys-garden · 28 days

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The thing that continues to shock me about the modern world is the multitude of ways we let cars ruin are lives.

Private cars continue to be a Blight, an obsession and focus on speed and size in car culture leads to accidents becoming more and more deadly.

Counties like China used to be completely dominated by bikes, now Beijing has some of the worse air quality in the world. Globally respiratory conditions in adults and children continue to rise. And co2 drives us ever closer to climate collapse

Switching to electric and hydrogen doesn't fix this either, parts still need to be mined, rubber still needs to be produced, as does plastic and old cars and bygone petrol stations need to be scrapped as many cannot be converted

Streets and cities used to be a place of community, but now they are dominated by cars. Want to go to the park? Sorry, it was torn up for a parking garage. Want to cross the road? Yeah, just wait ten minutes for all the cars to pass and get over in 10 seconds before someone decides that getting to mcdonalds is more important than traffic laws. Oh, and I hope you've not got a motor disability or are in a wheel chair or your royaly fucked.

Pedestrians used to have the right of way always, never cars. You never had to teach children to look both ways because cars were expected to stop. Of corse motor companies started paying schools to teach traffic safety and over the decades streets became devoid of people to the point where some see hanging around on a conner or playing curby as a crime.

Cars themselves cut of connections, drivers get ever more angry at simply mistakes and spend acumelate years of there life in traffic Jams. And don't think Lane expansions help, that just means the jam expands to meet the new capacity

The private car in the modern day is pointless and dangerous, cars do have a place, like for businesses or the police or I'd your disabled and public transport in nonaplicable, but other than that the car is of a bygone era

There's a reason that more young people don't buy cars and not just because there expensive and bad for the planet - though that is a factor - cars are simply to dangerous and difficult to use.

Edinburgh has experimented with banning cars from several Streets, reinstating conections and allowing kids to play. They up parking charges to dissuade people from using there car and clogging up the narrow streets, they instal low emissions zones to stop the most polluting cars entering.

And it works.

More and more people in Scotland are using public transport, the tram lines have been expanded, as have the train and bus routes. Travel becomes cheaper and these measure have begun to spread.

It's not just Scotland either, Ireland and prodigal have done similar. Brazil has expanded bike lanes to make cycling safer and introduced a bike share system.

Spain went even further and made train travel free and German citizens even tried to get Berlin to completely ban cars

The era of the car is ending, and the sooner people accept that public transport is safer, more affordable and better for the environment, the sooner and smoother the change will occur.

One day, when I'm and old lady sitting on by garden chair, I will look out and smile because coming down the street will not be and endless cavalcade of cars, it will be the odd company van, the single decker bus carrying passengers and merry children running down the streets.

Or you know we could keep using the car and literally destroy the world via climate change whatever you want really.

#anti car #public transit #public transportation #anti capitalism #<- sorta but not really #rant #im upset

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thoughtportal · 2 months

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Official measurements have found that Paris is rapidly becoming a city of transportation cyclists. The survey of how people now move in Paris was conducted with GPS trackers by academics from L’Institut Paris Région, the largest urban planning and environmental agency in Europe.

The institute’s transportation report was published on April 4. It found that the way Parisians are now traveling from the suburbs to the city center, especially during peak periods, has undergone a revolution thanks in part to the building of many miles of cycleways.

Those cyclists now on the streets and roads of central Paris are not Spandex-clad professionals as seen on the Tour de France but everyday transportation cyclists.

L’Institut Paris Région carried out the survey for a consortium of fourteen public and private partners, including local government and rail companies.

Reporting on the institute’s survey, French TV channel 20 Minutes told viewers that the “capital’s cycle paths are always full.”

Between October 2022 and April 2023, 3,337 Parisians aged 16 to 80 years old were equipped with GPS trackers to record their journeys for seven consecutive days. In the suburbs, where public transit is less dense, transport by car was found to be the main form of mobility. But for journeys from the outskirts of Paris to the center, the number of cyclists now far exceeds the number of motorists, a huge change from just five years ago. Most of the journeys recorded were commuter trips.

The city’s socialist mayor Anne Hidalgo has pushed through a great many anti-motoring measures during her two administrations—such as reducing the number of parking places, restricting access by SUVs, and closing some major roads to motorists—and the latest survey will be validation for her policies, none of which have caused the kind of protests that the French capital has long been famous for.

In short, culling cars has been far more popular than her petrolhead critics predicted, with Paris becoming cleaner and healthier to boot.

Notably, and without the spread of conspiracy theories common outside of France, Paris is also putting into practice the home-grown concept of the “15-minute city,” creating urban areas where access to amenities is close and hence there’s less need to drive. {read}

Carlton Reid

I was Press Gazette’s Transport Journalist of the Year, 2018. I’m also an historian – my most recent books include “Roads Were Not Built for Cars” and “Bike Boom”, both published by Island Press, Washington, D.C.

#article #paris #france #forbes #cars #bikes #bike lanes #infrastructure #urban planning #urban design #Anne Hidalgo

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