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rollercrowster · 15 hours
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videos-i-didnt-make · 7 months
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The Smiler (SOURCE)
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spoon · 1 year
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♡ ; nighttime carnival moodboard
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longreads · 11 months
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Thrillseekers want their kinesthetic sense disturbed—that’s the whole point. But push the drama too intensely and a person may never come back again. Ride designers must walk that fine line between safety and danger, while balancing the physical stress on the body. The truth is, thrill rides are designed to induce some level of discomfort. But what’s too much? Throwing up? Whiplash? Blacking out due to g-force?
Emily Latimer loves theme park rides. Unfortunately, they often make her run for the nearest trash can. In her new Longreads essay, she dives into the history of amusement parks and the advancements in ride technology to understand what goes into creating the perfect ride experience—and why some people are prone to motion sickness.
Read “I Think I’m Going to Be Sick” on Longreads.
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ahsokajedi · 1 month
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nemesis reborn, alton towers (16.03.24)
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mapsontheweb · 2 years
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What are roller coasters called in different languages in Europe.
by @Atlasova_world
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It's a roller coaster you do not need to make an oc for it It's a roller coaster you do not need to make an oc for it It's a roller coaster you do not need to make an oc for it It's a roller coaster-
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Anyways meet Marilyne Lii She's totally sane and okay and cool and normal and sane
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steve-smackdown · 9 months
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Bracket 3, Round 4
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irlwakko · 2 years
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looking at machines like those are literally People to me. you wouldn’t understand
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mxstxcwxsdxm · 3 months
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when i posted this on tiktok someone complained that i just HAD to make the rollercoasters gay but like why wouldn't i. there's gay rollercoaster lore, so what
(my alton towers & thorpe park coaster ocs ok?)
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jerzwriter · 6 months
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Thank you to @starsarewithinme for the <100 words drabble request for Trystan, Carolina/Rollercoaster. It's a ton of silly fluff, but I hope you will enjoy it!
Book: Crimes of Passion (Post Book 2) Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose) Words: Uhm. 1,400. (Only 1,300 more than 100! lol) Rating: Teen Category: Utter Fluff Summary: Trystan offers Carolina a penny for her thoughts... then he wishes he could give them back.... just a little. A/N: Participating in @choicesnovchallenge | Fireworks Night
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There was much that Trystan Thorne admired about Carolina Rose. If asked to list the qualities and attributes he found most endearing, he would demand at least a week’s time to capture them all, knowing he’d still come up short when his time reached an end. Her natural beauty, incomparable sass, and sheer audacity were the first things to pique his interest. But, the more he came to know her, the more he knew her mind was the most fascinating thing about the woman who owned his heart.
She was brilliant... but not in a way that can be learned from books, but in a manner that is only earned through life experience. Sharp, intuitive, and quick-witted... she had a knack for knowing just what to do, just what to say, regardless of circumstances. Facing down a serial killer? Cutting a bigot down to size on the subway? Making him smile after a grueling day? Tending to an injured kitten outside her uncle’s bar? Carolina always sprung into action before he could even take stock of the situation, leaving him more awestruck each time.
It’s no wonder trying to read her mind had become one of his favorite pastimes, whether they were at work or at play. Sometimes, she’d catch him staring at her intently as she poured over the details of a case, stared out a window, or bopped around her apartment, dancing to music only she could hear. He’d often ask what she was thinking, and he could now guess with about fifty percent accuracy – something he was immensely proud of.
But recently, Carolina’s therapist all but ordered her to find little ways to reduce stress in her everyday life. And this time, it was Trystan who sprung into action. He ran to a corner gift shop, returning with a vast assortment of colorful gel pens, retro stickers, glitter glue, and notebooks festooned with images of unicorns, rainbows, and cartoon cats.
“What on earth is this for?” Carolina chuckled as Trystan scratched his head.
“I don’t know, exactly,” he admitted. “But how can anyone be stressed in the presence of glitter, unicorns, and adorable kittens? We’ll find a way to put it all to good use.”
And, of course, Carolina did. Popping in her earbuds, she’d pick the most insipid pop songs she could find, typically from Trystan’s playlists, and doodle whatever came to mind. Soon, the pink and lavender pages of the notebooks he gifted her were filled with Carolina Rose originals. Every time she did this, she was so happy and at ease that Trystan forgot about his mind-reading hobby. After all, seeing her so content warmed his heart. But some days, like today, he was curious.
Carolina’s smiles had been punctuated with delightful little giggles, but when he peeked over her shoulder to see what she was drawing, he couldn’t make sense of the abstract loops and swirls. She caught him staring at her over his latte and removed her earbuds with a smirk. 
“Yes?” she asked playfully.
“Nothing,” she swore she saw him blush. “I’m just....”
“Just what?”
“I’m wondering what you’re thinking of. You seem so happy this morning.”  
“I am,” she grinned, shutting her notebook. “I’ve been doodling all the things I want to do with you.”
“Oh... really,” he smiled lasciviously with a raised brow.
Carolina tossed her head back in laughter. “Keep it in your pants, Thorne. These thoughts are as PG-13 as the Hello Kitty notebooks you gave me.”
Trystan sheepishly pushed a shiny silver quarter across the table, then placed it in Carolina’s hand.
“What is the saying? A penny for your thoughts? This should buy me at least twenty-five of yours. Now I must know... what is it you wish to do with me,” he grinned.
Carolina jumped onto his lap, eagerly pointing to the various drawings. She pointed to a pair of ice skates, telling him they’d be going to Rockefeller Center, Wollman Rink, and Bryant Park very soon. Then she tapped on a sketch of a picnic basket she planned to fill with treats to share. Some waves along a beautiful shore, with a blanket made for two, were just how she imagined their trips to the beach next summer would be. Then, her excitement doubled.
“And this! This is the best of all!”
“What is it?” he asked.
“The Cyclone. At Coney Island... have you ever been?”
“Uhm... I can’t say that I have.”
Carolina clapped her hands with delight, a squeal befitting a thirteen-year-old escaping her. “Good!” she beamed. “Then I get to take you on your first ride! I found myself a Cyclone virgin!”
“A Cyclone... virgin? What exactly do you plan to do with me? Offer me as a sacrifice?”
“Trystan,” she reprimanded. “Given our history, can we refrain from talking about sacrifices?”
“Duly noted,” he smiled. “But what about the Cyclone?”
“I told you! We’re riding it! I figured we could do that as soon as Luna Park opens in April. Then, we can head over to Jersey and go to Six Flags. We’ll start with El Toro and then move on to Nitro and Kingda Ka. The following weekend, we have to go to Hershey Park! Their coasters aren’t as scary, but they have so many! And I don’t care what anyone says, Storm Runner is still enough to scare the crap out of you! We’re going to have....”
She came down from her reverie long enough to notice the pale expression spreading on her boyfriend’s face.
“Trystan? Is everything all right?”
“Yes. Sure. Fine.... it’s only November.”
“And?” she asked, perplexed.
“That gives me four, five months to prepare. Are their classes?”
“Classes?” She giggled. “For riding rollercoasters?”
“No... classes to get over my fear of riding rollercoasters.”
“Trystan Thorne! You’re not telling me that you, the former prince of Drakovia, are afraid of... rollercoasters.”
“It’s a little detail we hid from the public eye. It would have brought great shame to the family. However, I assure you, I am not afraid. The more appropriate word would be horrified. I am absolutely horrified by rollercoasters. So, needless to say, I have to end up with a girlfriend with a rollercoaster fetish.”
“I wouldn’t call it a fetish,” she laughed. “But I do love me a good coaster.”
“Right... so, are their classes?”
Carolina looped her arms around his neck. “Trystan, I’m teasing you. But if you’re really frightened by them, I’m certainly not going to force you to go on with me.”
“But if it’s something you’re looking forward to, I want to do it with you.”
She placed a quick peck on his cheek. “And that means so much to me, but it’s OK. We can double date with Luke and Ruby. She loves a good coaster as much as I do, but Luke, not so much. So we can be all badass and you guys can hold our purses or something.”
“Great,” Trystan sighed. “I’d like to at least try. Don’t they have kiddie coasters I can start with?”
“Sure, but we probably surpass the height limits. They are kiddie coasters, after all.”
“Damn!” he spat.
“It’s really all right, babe. There are plenty of fun things we can do at amusement parks without putting you on a rollercoaster.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very!”
“So, tell me about these fun things,” he asked, wagging his brows.
“Well, there is the merry-go-round.... the bumper cars....”
“Oh, I excel at bumper cars. You are going down, Detective Rose!”
“HA! I learned to drive on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx, baby... we’ll see about that!”
A big smile spread on her face as she pointed to a page virtually covered in an explosion of glitter.
“And, of course, there is this. The fireworks at the end of the night. We’ll watch together with a delicious treat in hand. It can be popcorn, cotton candy, ice cream.... what do you think you’ll want?”
“If I’m snuggled up with you? Then I’ll already have my delicious treat.”
“Aww, you’re the best, Trystan,” Carolina teased. “Even if you are a rollercoaster wuss.”
“I’m sorry, Carolina, but no one is perfect. Not even me.”
“Nope,” she said with a bop to his nose. “But you come damn close.”
Carolina was surprised to see him take out his phone; his attention shifted away from her. 
“Hey, what are you doing? “
“I’m looking into books on how to overcome silly fears. I’m getting on those coasters with you, Carolina. After all... you deserve perfection.”
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smoothoperationz · 11 months
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galaxywarp · 9 months
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I REALLY love taking pictures of rollercoasters
They’re huge intimidating dangerous amazing metal structures and they bring me a great deal of joy
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have you guys ever just had a special interest awakened within you like an ancient beast
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imhollering · 2 months
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