a bike for two

I failed my speaking exam and i feel like utter shit so idk if I’ll be online today and/or tomorrow

Today, I fucked up... by trying to ride a bike.

So I’m up North with a family friend, my gran, and my cousin. This cute little town happened to be perfect for bike riding, and there were in fact two bikes. My cousin takes the normal bike and leaves me with an olympic-looking one. Now normally this tall bike would be no problem for anyone to ride, but no. I am only 4'11.

I get on the bike anyway, thinking, “Oh my god this is actually going to be easy, my legs are just long enough!”

nope.

I start pedaling, getting like 2 and a half pedals in and stopping because my back already hurts from leaning forward. Right then I realized that I have absolutely no idea how to break this bike. Rolling down the hill I thought again, “This is gonna be easy, just hop off and run!“ 

nope.

I just lean left because my leg wasn’t even long enough to get over the bike. I fall, the 30-40 lb bike lands on my body which is only a little over half the weight of the bike. My entire thigh gets bruised and my leg gets cut right on the inside of the knee.

no cross country for me tomorrow.

TLDR; too short for a bike, couldn’t brake, got badly bruised and cut.

Posting this after-the-fact-progress-shot of my junco painting from The Silent Aviary, because today I found and buried one of these darling birds on the Greenway bike path. Two days ago, my boyfriend and I found and buried a grey squirrel on the Minnehaha Trail. It’s getting cold and animals are scurrying around in a hurry to bulk up or leave town for the winter. The nights are getting longer and mistakes happen easily in the dark. Please ride/drive slowly and be safe 💕🐦 (Also if any other animal buriers want to join my Roadkill Funeral Squad I will freal make us patches & send them out~)

The victims of the Birmingham church bombing shall forever be written in the history books as a clear example of racial violence. However, the related killing of another young African American boy, seems to have been completely forgotten about. On 15 September, 1963, 13-year-old Virgil Lamar Ware, an eighth grader that dreamed of becoming a lawyer, was returning home from a shopping trip with his older brother, James. Virgil was riding on the handlebars of his brother’s bike when they tragically encountered Larry Joe Sims and Michael Lee Farley, two white teenagers who had just attended a segregation rally. Sims reached for his gun and shot the oblivious Virgil in the cheek and chest. He died on the Docena-Sandusky Road on the outskirts of Birmingham. A true tale of injustice, the two killers received no prison time. Convicted by an all white jury, they were sentenced to a measly two years probation.

Biker Gang AU

Stanley, I know you got a thing for Jimmy Snakes, but if you’d just take a moment to notice this other punk asshole, you could have a hot biker boyfriend who would actually treat you right.

This whole Jimmy Snakes thing has got me headcanoning so much gay love triangle trash. Help me.

I’m loving all these biker boyfriends posts, but who’s gonna write the fic about Steve bending Bucky over the back of the couch and eating him out and working him open so nice and slow, until Bucky’s a goddamn mess and his knees are practically buckling but Steve still won’t let him come, slides a plug inside him and takes him for a ride instead, so Bucky feels the vibrations everywhere and each bump in the road threatens to make him come in his pants, and by the time they get back home he’s outright crying and begging Steve to fuck him into the floor?

If El ever went to school

Okay but, Mike teaching Eleven ALL the things. Helping her out with her homework. Tutoring her. ALREADY BY HER SIDE BEFORE THE TEACHER HAS EVEN FINISHED TELLING THEM TO FIND A PARTNER FOR THE PROJECT. AND AT LUNCH TIME THEY SIT AT THE TABLE WHERE THEY FIRST KISSED!! LOST IN THEIR OWN LITTLE WORLD. !!!! WATCHING BASKETBALL GAMES IN THE GYMNASIUM. EL DOESN’T FIND THEM VERY INTERESTING SO SHE ALWAYS DRIFTS OFF TO SLEEP ON MIKE’S SHOULDER. THE TWO OF THEM RIDING MIKE’S BIKE TO AND FROM HOME!!! EVERY!!!! DAY!!!!!!!!!

bobby and minerva! they exist in the same world/story as nate and elias. minerva is elias’ cousin, she and her older brother run an herbalist shop on the edge of town. bobby is a travelling painter. a Free Spirit. she rides everywhere on her bike and camps out.

the tag for these two specifically will be ‘she paints flowers’ bc that was the title of their story before i merged it over.

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Belated Sunday Progress Update…and other things:

It got COLD in Texas this past week. I do not like to move much when it’s cold!! So, movement did not happen all seven days this past week. I’m not proud of that, but thankfully the weather is back to beautiful again!! So, I’ll aim for an extra active week this week! I went to work extra early today so I could get off early–went biking for an hour and forty-five minutes and then ran two exhausted miles in this crazy wind.

Got home and Conner asked what was for dinner. I started getting out ingredients and he got so excited. He and the husband love “the sauce.” I like it, too, except that it means if I’m ever busy and just make a jarred pasta sauce I get all kinds of sad faces about it. 🙄 Side note: is there any better smell than meat browning with onion, pepper, and garlic!? I think no!

Also pictured, one of my favorite snacks! I also brought a super healthy breakfast AND lunch to work today. I’m so going to make this week amazing to make up for last week! 😊