first skateboard

1d on first dates

zouis: skateboarded for a few miles until they realized they were on a date so they made out instead

ziam: cooked together at liams house but zayn had to leave to buy the correct shan masala, liam apologized profusely and when zayn returns, completely unbothered and excited to resume his date, liam has dessert ready

zarry: zayn drew harry and harry gave zayn a massage and harry hung up the picture and added himself into zayns phone when zayn wasnt looking

ziall: they went to a wildlife preservation where zayn took photos of niall admiring the animals

lilo: they had a water fight in a restaurant bathroom and got kicked out and spent the night walking along the beach talking about their future plans 

niam: niall accidentally asked liam to marry to him. liam said yes.

nouis: they met up at color me mine where they painted ceramic dishes together, niall painted a unicorn and louis painted an ashtray, niall dropped his unicorn and broke it when louis inquired about nialls horn

narry: strip golf

larry: they went to an amusement park and fell in love on the ferris wheel

lirry: they went hiking together, and had dinner afterwards where they ran into zouis and the night experienced a bit of a switcheroo

lance: psshh i’m not in love with keith. i hate keith. we’re rivals

hunk: *gives him this and solemnly pats his hand*


can you imagine the feeling of dropping in on this for the first time?

How to be a Great Downhill Skateboarder

First things first: you have to look the part. If you aren’t swagged TF out in some of this season’s hottest clothing trends (sold exclusively at Zumies!), don’t even waste your time leaving your house to go skate. Second, don’t wear anything childish. Skateboarding is something not meant to be an expression of yourself, or a way to project your strange fetishes onto via appearance. Wear age appropriate, stylish clothes. It’s easy!

Actually, don’t take a single word of that seriously. Seriously. Skateboarding IS an expression of self. But in the same sense, it also isn’t. There’s no popularity contest in skateboarding. Nobody ever got famous in skateboarding because they looked fly AF. They got there because they were a GREAT skateboarder. However, being unique comes with it’s own set of fans, but uniqueness is subjective. Wear whatever you please. Event T shirts, your favorite band, nothing at all…you just do you.

BUT, when it comes to doing downhill skateboarding, what really counts is what’s in the pants. Not exactly physically IN the pants, but what’s…in the pants. You know, material wise? The worst thing is to bail, slip, or otherwise wreck your pants, revealing those cute panties you bought that match your bra, which you were saving for the cutie at the top of the hill later on. Get a strong pair of pants that can withstand a few falls. Your body will thank you. Road rash is a real…pain in the butt. And guess what? Once you’ve decided which pants are going to be your skate pants, you better stock up on duct tape. Duct tape is a girl’s best friend when it comes to saving money. Stop buying new jeans just because you can see your pimply butt through that new-found hole! Just double up on the duct tape and get back to the hill. 

And for something that actually matters - get yourself some dang pads. There are people out there who were once very talented who now only host events, or those that don’t even skate at all who have lost their passion for skateboarding because of a fall that wrecked their body parts. Knee pads are essential. You don’t know where you’re going to fall, but if you’ve got knee pads, you can drop right onto them and slide across the pavement like the princess you are, right into a safe and complete stop so you can crush that line better the second time. Knee pads are essential, there’s no argument. And of course, you could shell out and get the top of the line knee pads that cost you your entire Taco Bell fund, but it’s not necessary. Just get something that’s going to come in between you and the pavement and get to work. My knee pads are so old that they started turning grey. And they’ve been used so much that the little straps that actually keep them in place have eroded straight to concrete heaven. But do I pay the premium and get new ones? No. What makes a great skater is doing the best with what you have. I simply just duct tape them around my knees and go for gold. And they don’t slip!

Equally important is slide gloves, not only because I couldn’t imagine being a great skater without them, but also because your hands are a national treasure and they deserve to be treated that way. Take care of your hands. They’re the only two you’ve got. What really matters is your helmet. Keeping brain goo in, on and around your brain is something you should aim for every day. You can do your part on skate day by wearing a dang helmet. We’ve all heard horror stories that usually end on a teary note - but they don’t have to. Just by strapping a certified, tested and inspected hunk of protection on your head, you’re already a great skateboarder.

Being a great skateboarder has nothing to do with your ability. It has everything to do with your attitude. I can name a few (I won’t) people I know that aren’t “great” despite their abilities on the road. They’re the kind of people who only skate with a select squad, tell people they are “blowing” spots (by falling on hills they want to skate again), and have no time dedicated to being a positive influence. A great skateboarder is one who organizes a get together. Someone who truly shows interest in growing the industry. Someone who strives to be better as a person, a skater, and a role model. Guess what? Flying down hills at breakneck speeds is impressive - people are going to look up to you! Just by sharing the notion that literally anybody alive can skateboard, you’re already a great skateboarder. It could be as simple as standing on the corner and giving up your next run so you can help the next guy work on his form for a slide, or just offering a ride to someone who wouldn’t have otherwise gone out that day. Anything you do that makes someone appreciate the scene of downhill is making you great.

But even if you’re not already a skateboarder, you can still be a great one! By standing at the top of the hill, you’re great. By getting back up after a fall - you’re great. By going for the one line again after you’ve been trying for hours and failing - you’re great. Never giving up makes you great. Putting time into being great makes you great. Having a positive attitude even though your ass is bleeding and everyone else is astronomically more skilled than you makes you great. Getting home after a long day, putting your Spongebob onesie on with the butt flap left open, and cracking open the last juice box in the fridge, and smiling because you tried something new makes you great. Being on a skateboard makes you a great skateboarder.

Downhill skateboarding is a social activity. You’re probably going to get a ride to the hill with somebody you only know from the internet, or you’re going to meet up with people you’ve only heard rumors about. It’s okay! And when you’re at the hill, you might take a break and inhale the devil’s lettuce with people, or crack open a spiked canned beverage. You might not at all. You might just sit in the car seat and rest. It’s all okay. Putting yourself in a position to make friends is already a step to being great. Personally, I have a lot of friendships that are solely based on our connection through skateboarding. And I have a lot of friendships that have lasted longer than any others because of skateboarding. Keeping it alive by still getting out and skating - that makes you a great skateboarder.

You will fall. You will get hurt. You will spend 30 minutes standing in the furthest corner of your shower trying to soak every part of your body except for the one covered in road rash. You will scream in agonizing pain when your gauze pad sticks to your road rash after accidentally falling asleep on the couch with an open beer in your hand. But you can smile when you’re walking with a weird limp so your jeans don’t rub your sensitive areas. Why? Because, for god’s sake, you’re a great fucking skateboarder!

Just throw on some more duct tape and hit the road. Again. With your whole body. At high speeds. I promise, you’ll learn to love it. And if you don’t learn to love it, you’ll learn how to at least protect yourself a little better, and learning is what makes you a great skateboarder.

Nobody ever jumped on a wooden plank with clay wheels for the first time and threw a 100 foot slide on their first, second or third try. They came from backgrounds of surfing, roller blading, street skating, sports of all kind, yoga, stand up paddling, or motivation. They eased into it, built their confidence and worked their comfort zone until the only way to get a high while doing it was to go down a dirt path on a 99% grade hill in the rain. You’re going to get frustrated. You’re going to get hurt. You’re going to get upset, angry, and otherwise emotionally bothered in some way at some point. I can promise you that. But building on those emotions with perseverance is what is going to make you a great skateboarder.

There is no judgment in downhill skateboarding. Everybody has respect for anyone looking to join the ranks. Anyone who does it will agree - they don’t care who you are. They don’t care about your identity, your color, sexuality, or any other factor that you discern is “different” from what is perceived as normal. I personally am transgender. You know how many other transgender skateboarders I have skated with? A few. Very few. Less than 3, but more than 1. Nobody has ever not skated with me because of my gender. Nobody has told me I can’t skate because of my gender. Every event I’ve competed in has welcomed me with open arms. And I’ve skated with people with tattoos from their ankles to their necks, people who are gay, lesbians, bisexuals, black people, asian people, hispanic people, people that don’t even speak English, people that have no idea what their gender is, white people, people that can’t even stand on two feet, people that have no feet, 70 year old people and 5 year old people. It literally doesn’t fucking matter. You know what doesn’t make you a great skateboarder? Assuming that you can’t do it because other people won’t accept you. 

The only thing that makes you a great skateboarder, is being a skateboarder.

Come Drunk

It was an accident, the very first time it happened. Tyler was on his knees in front of.. Chad? Chaz? He didn’t remember, but it wasn’t important. He’d had too much to drink and pulled the nameless man into the bathroom of the club, unbuckling his pants and sucking his dick with experienced skill.

The man, Chad, Tyler was sure he was called, came pretty quickly, surprising Tyler and managing to get it all over his face. Tyler had jumped up and swore and Chad had made a quick exit, leaving Tyler covered in come. He turned to wash it off, catching sight of himself in the mirror.

Tyler was suddenly taken aback at the twitch in his pants as his eyes met his reflection. His tongue poked out, tasting the bitterness on his lips. He quickly and roughly jacked himself off while looking at his own reflection.

Tyler was a self proclaimed slut in his college years and would always end up with a face full of come from some random stranger he’d pulled.

It would always be put down as an ‘accident’ with Tyler pulling off too soon or jacking them off and not moving out of way quick enough. Always an accident.

But Tyler would always finish himself off after they had left, fingers running through the mess on his face and tongue licking at his lips.

That was until he met Josh. He fell in love pretty quickly and his slut days ended in a vail of whispered words, holding hands and goofy smiles. Josh loved Tyler as much as Tyler loved Josh.

Josh was a gentlemen. Carful and gentle and amazing.

A bit too carful and gentle sometimes.

Which is how Tyler got here. Face blushed pink, his erection flagging and nervously stuttering. “Just tell me Ty.” Josh said finally after the long stretch of silence that followed Tyler’s “I want to do something different” once they were both fully naked.

Tyler couldn’t say it. Didn’t even know why he was embarrassed, it was only Josh after all. The same Josh that took Tyler to hospital when he tried Josh’s skateboard the first time and fell, the same Josh who caught Tyler crying in the bathroom after he watched Disney’s Bambi (because that shit is sad no matter how much Tyler tried to deny it.) Tyler had embarrassed himself so many times and Josh loved him even more for it.

“I want to suck you off…” Tyler started. “That’s not new. My dick is in your mouth more than it’s out.” Josh scoffed and Tyler glared. “Then I want you to come on my face. And get me off. With your come on my face.” Tyler blurted out, his words rushed. Josh looked back at him and said “oh” and Tyler frowned, because 'oh’? What did 'oh’ mean?

“Is that it?” Josh asked “I thought it would be something really weird dude.” And Josh was laughing. Tyler didn’t know whether he wanted to be offended or wanted to daydream about Josh’s perfect laugh, his perfect teeth and perfect lips.

Slutty Tyler would be so dissapointed in future Tyler.

He must have daydreamed a bit too hard because all of a sudden Josh’s lips were on him, sucking hard. Tyler sharply hissed, his hands gripping Josh’s hair. Tyler swore he saw stars as Josh worked him, ridiculous sounds falling from his lips. Josh’s eyes met Tyler’s as he popped off his dick and Tyler honestly thought he was going to cry at the loss of contact but as Josh climbed up his body, straddling Tyler’s chest, Tyler’s brain lost all function.

Josh smirked down at him, with a knee either side of Tyler’s neck and brought his hips forwards. Tyler opened his mouth and Josh entered him, sliding himself into Tyler’s mouth, almost fully.

Tyler eagerly sucked and moaned around Josh’s length, his eyes falling closed and mouth going slack. Josh moved his hips, gently at first, looking down at Tyler and getting lost in the sight as his eyes opened and met Josh’s.

Josh wasn’t trying to hold himself back this time. He knew what Tyler wanted, what the end goal was, and he also knew he would no doubt be hard again while he got Tyler off.

Tyler gagged a bit around Josh as he pushed in deeper. He could feel the spit running down his chin and he moaned at the idea of looking so slutty. Josh hissed at the vibrations and his thrusts were loosing rhythm. Tyler moaned again, louder this time, making sure Josh could feel the sounds, Josh’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, his head lolling back.

Tyler was achingly hard and knowing what Josh was going to do sent a chill down his spine. He was desperate by now and just needed Josh to come, to come on his face and to get him off, hard and fast. He moaned again and was choked by Josh as he thrusted in deeper before pulling out.

His hand was on himself and Tyler was paralysed, he could move or speak or breathe as he watched his boyfriend rub himself twice before loosing himself. Tyler opened his mouth and closed his eyes as spurts of come landed on his face and in his hair, getting a small taste of Josh. He moaned loudly, his fingers coming up over Josh’s thigh to reach is face, tracing through the warm liquid.

Josh watched him, breathless and spent but Tyler could see the lust behind his eyes. He brought a finger to his mouth to suck the come off before running it through Josh’s come again, this time bringing up to Josh’s lips. Josh opened up without hesitation, sucking the digit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip, swallowing his own come.

Tyler moaned, his hips lifting from the bed, needing attention. Josh moved off his chest and leaned over Tyler, an arm either side of Tyler’s face as he leaned down and licked a patch of skin next to Tyler’s lips. “You look so good-” Josh mumbled, his hand gripping Tyler’s dick, finally reliving some Of the pressure.

Tyler groaned in response as Josh stroked him, his lips coming back down to kiss Tyler’s face. Tyler could feel Josh’s lips slide against the wetness and he bucked his hips at the sensation. He had never expected Josh to be so keen on tasting himself, and he had never been so aroused, so desperate and needy.

Tyler bucked up into Josh’s hand and Josh tightened his grip, pumping him faster. It didn’t take long for Tyler to reach his climax, Josh’s head dipping to lick the sticky mess on his stomach.

Tyler gripped Josh’s hair, needing to hold onto something. “Wow.” He whispered. Josh came back up to kiss him, their kiss lazy and perfect. “I’m glad you asked for it.” Josh smirked. Tyler smiled, his face still smeared here and there. “I love you.” He told Josh, pushing him back onto the bed. “Let’s do something about this-” Tyler’s hand wrapped around Josh’s erection, making him cry out and buck up into Tyler’s touch.

Tyler licked his lips again, tasting the faint taste that Josh had left there before. Josh smiled up at him and Tyler returned the gesture.

They were going to have a lot more fun from now on.

anonymous asked:

Where could I find a wobbley thing for the rear awareness? What other training tools would you recommend personally for a newbie trainer of their own dog?

Hi friendly anon!

The one I’m using is for humans, I think they’re commonly referred to as ‘wobble cushion/pad’ or ‘inflatable balance disk’, and they are super affordable. The “proper, for-dogs” version is sold by fitPAWS.. y’know, if you’re itching to spend some money :P They also do these non-wobbly paw targets, but you could also use, say, parts of a yoga mat, for a fraction of the cost. That said, I started by sticking a cardboard box to the floor and nobody died.

Other training tools:

  1. Tripod for your phone (or camera). I’m not kidding, there is a reason this is number 1. Basically every trainer preaches this and yet it always takes newbies (including me) forever to get on board. Video yourself, video yourself, VIDEO YOURSELF ffs… It’s unbelievably helpful. Pro tip: set up a secret Facebook group and upload the videos there- then if you’re low on phone space, you can delete them off your phone, and have a good record of your training online. (EDIT: you can also use youtube of course, or make yourself a separate channel, or even link a brand account to your google account, which enables you to keep it separate from your non-doggy youtube)

    The next two are kinda obvious and maybe don’t even really count as “tools” as such, but what the heck.

  2. Treats. Try to have some variety. Small bits of cheese (preferably something like parmesan since it has very little lactose) are also great. Or plain boiled meat. Here’s an article on what to do if your dog doesn’t want treats outdoors.
    If your dog is fed a raw or wet diet, you can try food tubes. For delivery, I’ve been loving the pouch from Doggonegood (That one’s kinda narrow though, works for my tiny hands but probably not ideal for everyone)

  3. Toys. Toys. Oh my god, toys. Again, a good variety of them. Try and/or tug-e-nuff, depending your location. And don’t forget to teach good toy manners. Kikopup has some good videos on teaching drop, preventing guarding, and what to do if your dog only works for food, or vice versa. I’m lucky in that Rika has great toy drive and doesn’t get bored that quickly ever. If you’re not made of money and can’t keep getting new toys, rotating them out helps keep them exciting. And don’t leave these special toys out when you’re not training.

  4. An actual clicker. I feel like you can get away without one if you have a great, consistent vocal marker.

  5. Novel objects. Great for building confidence and getting the dog to interact with the world and gain confidence. This one’s low budget, too. Use sofa pillows, yoga mat, tarp, curled up garden hose, water bottles, cardboard boxes.. whatever you have that is safe for them to walk on/interact with. Once you have a hand target behaviour, you can get them stepping on stuff, even say a skateboard (at first you’d fix it in place so it can’t scare them by moving).. or closing a door or drawer by pawing it/nosing it. All these things (experienced in a positive way where the dog is in control) build their confidence.
    Some advocate throwing your keys to the ground to scare your dog- I”d say you should do the exact opposite. Jangle your keys, treat. Drop from a low low distance- treat. Basically, use your environment and everyday objects creatively. Ha, again, not sure this is an actual “tool”… :P|

  6. (EDIT) oh haha, a crate! Of course! How could I forget this? Positive crate training gives your dog a safe place to chill, and to manage behaviours like chewing when you’re away (and keep them away from anything unsafe in your house, cords, etc., when you can’t supervise)

hmmm.. I’m out of ideas. I don’t support the use of aversive tools, so.. modern positive training doesn’t inherently require many physical tools. (EDIT: OH, having a well fitting harness and a good long-line would be great though)… so that’s convenient since I’m broke :) Of course you can get fancy with agility equipment, wobble boards, flirt poles, etc.

Tomatoes by Shane Koyczan

People always ask me,

“How do you memorize all of that?”

And the truth is, the first girl I ever kissed tasted like tomatoes.

I know this because the second girl I ever kissed tasted like pepper.

It wasn’t unpleasant…

I was just expecting tomatoes.

When I was a kid I was fascinated by space

And I learned that time slows near a black hole

Inside a black hole time stops altogether.

Whether or not this theory will ever be proved,

I’m moved to believe that this would be the perfect place to love someone.

In grade 4 my gym teacher gave me the nickname “half-ton”. It was a name that stuck.

I remember it because it was the first time I ever told someone “Go fuck yourself!”

And meant it.

He quit calling me the name after he called my house trying to get me in trouble for what i’d said,

To which my grandmother replied…

“Mr. Shithead, I told him to say it.”

I remember my grandfather’s blue tool kit where he hid a secret stash of raisins.

I recall thinking, “My granddad has the worst taste in candy.”

But he did teach me how to tie a tie.

My first opportunity to apply this knowledge was my first date,

A seventh grade classmate,

Who showed up wearing acid washed jeans and a Def Leppard tshirt.

I wore a suit and tie.

When she asked why I was all dressed up I had to think quickly, so I told her,

“My other clothes smell funny.”

I’m not saying it ended badly, but she wound up leaving me for a boy who could make farting noises with his armpit.

I’m forced to admit he was pretty cool.

My fourth grade teacher had a rule about speaking out of turn

Failure to learn and practice this lesson would result in having to sit outside.

I know this because I tried it once.

When she finally came out to check on me, she asked

“What was so important that it couldn’t wait?”

Knowing that it’s rude to point, but needing to illustrate my position,

I gestured to her chest and said

“Your boob is hanging out.”

She quickly covered up and corrected me.


She was a good teacher.

When I was twelve, I was given an academic diagnostics test. Later the instructor informed me I had an aptitude for history.

He looked puzzled when I replied,

“Yeah, but that was yesterday. Today, I’m more interested in tomorrow.”

I remember it because the next day I asked a girl if I could borrow a pen.

When I offered it back she said

“You should write me a letter with it first.”

So I did.

I wrote her a note which the teacher then intercepted and read to the class.

It was something we’d learned in science that day

About the way gravity affects mass and weight

In relation to how quickly something will fall.


A crumpled ball of paper will fall at the same speed as a boulder of granite.

It doesn’t matter how much something weighs, it stays the same until you consider surface area and resistance, at which point the persistence of gravity loses force.


Crumple a piece of paper into a ball

It will fall faster than a loose sheet.

They are both composed of the same mass and weight so you’d think that the rate of velocity measured with the force of gravity would cause each to fall at the same speed.

But that’s when you need to consider that the greater surface area of the loose sheet adds resistance

So the crumpled ball will fall quickly but the loose sheet will slowly float.

I wrote a note

Explaining that when two people are falling for each other, they do so at the same speed.

There’s no need to factor in the physics explanations

Or something we can make no use of.

Einstein said:

“Gravity won’t be held responsible for people falling in love.”

I wrote her a note

Telling her:

“If I fall in love with you,

No one will ever be able to explain it.

And I think that’s beautiful.”

Despite the class laughing, she did as well,

Which is how I can tell you that I then knew and now still know

She tasted like tomatoes.

I don’t remember the way every song goes

I can’t recall every person I’ve met

I get names mixed up all the time

I’m terrible with birthdays

But I remember all the ways people have affected me,

How our stories became memories

And if you were brazen enough to make one with me

Then you’re in there somewhere.

Maybe it was a truth or dare kiss

Or a simple act of kindness

One that reminded me to remember this moment and mark it as a memory, so we would both have it to look back on.

From this life, I’ve drawn conclusions so big they can’t fit into the tiny comic book boxes

Because I don’t want to risk losing the detail

Just so I can make the story fit.

It’s not a trick.

I remember how things felt

Which in turn makes me remember how things happened.

Like my first attempt at skateboarding, where I received a down to the bone skinned knee.

I remember a tree that looked like a man with huge arms to hold up the sky.

I used to try to climb it to the very top

Until one day I couldn’t get down.

I remember the man with the brown car.

Tried to convince me he was sent to pick me up by my mom.

Number one, I lived with my grandparents.

Number two, he didn’t know the safety word.

I recall when it finally occurred to me,

I’m pretty fantastic.

It’s not magic, I remember because I make comparisons.

Not in terms of better or worse,

Just different.

And not all of these memories are great

But they’re mine

Which lends way to believe that none of our lives are put together on an assembly line

We’re not pre-packaged with memories or programmed with stories

We have to make our own.

And they all come “batteries not included”

And with the endless opportunities presented to us daily

Seldom do we take the time necessary to pause

To stop

To record


And press play.

 In our own way, we are all ghetto blasters at top volume,

We consume silence with noise

Speakers pounding out our heartbeats as we write refund receipts for the broken eardrums of people who could hear us live.

We give up ourselves’ time.

Precious, because its quality is limited only by your ability to live within it.

Put yourself into every second of every minute

And you will have a life worth remembering.

Just because we don’t have forever doesn’t mean we have to live our lives moving towards the end as if on a conveyor belt.

I’ve felt nothing short of astonished when people ask me

“How do you memorize all of that?”

The fact of the matter is

It’s not a trick.

There is no thick curtain you need to pull away.

No little old man making it all work from behind a locked door.

You yourself probably remember before when I told you that near a black hole, time slows.

Inside a black hole is where I wanted to grow tomatoes.


It’s October 12th, scrolling through Instagram, Transwold has posted a picture of Dylan Rieder and his baby German Sheppard. Out of the 276 comments on that picture the first one reads, “Grace, power, style, incomparable influence… One of the best to ever ride a skateboard, one of the kindest people to ever walk this planet. Rest in Peace, Dylan.”

​Dylan Joseph Rieder was born May 26, 1988 in Westminster California, to his father Joe Rieder and his mother, Dana Nee Webb. According to his father Dylan started skating his local park at the age of 9 after his father bought him his first board. Not long after Dylan won the 2001 Damn-Am contest, putting him on the fast track to skateboard stardom, and a flourishing professional career.

​ After his 2001 performace, Rieder was quickly picked up by Osiris and Quiksilver. In 2003 he released a part in Osiris’s “Subject to Change” and two years later released a part in Quiksilver’s 2005 “Promo”. Dylan continued skating AM contests until the release of his breakout part in Transworld’s 2006 video, A Time to Shine, turning him pro. The part received tremendous feedback, being categorized as a “Classic” by Thrasher Magazine, and winning him Skateboard Mag’s 2006 AM of the year award. Not long after, Rieder appeared in Alien Workshop’s 2009 video, “Mindfield”, highlighting his unhampered personal style, one the skateboarding world had never seen, or even dreamed of before. With his credentials rising steadily, footwear brand Gravis, among other brands, took notice. It was in 2010, with the release of his head-turning Gravis part, “Dylan”, that he released his first shoe. Unlike most skateboarding shoes of the Era, or those before it, Rieder’s wasn’t rugged or in your face, a slip on, more-so resembling an all black dress shoe.

​As Dylan’s personal fashion sense developed, the fashion world caught on. Dylan first appeared in the September 2012 issue of Vogue and later in a 2014 issue for designer Alexander Wang. He also appeared alongside Cara Delevigne and Jourdan Dunn for DKNY’s 2014 spring campaign. Dylan’s fashion activities were accepted in full, and almost mimicked by the skateboarding scene, something that was unheard of. In a memoriam piece posted this year, GQ quotes Rieder as, “The Skateboarder who changed fashion forever.”

After the shutdown of Gravis Footwear in 2012, Dylan redesigned his signature slip-on with HUF, shortly after joining their team in early 2013. In early 2014 he had left Alien Workshop and released a part in the Supreme film “Cherry”. From his style choices to the way he simply pushed down the street, many agreed Dylan’s section was the best in the video. It was the style choices he exhibited in “Cherry” that later influenced an entire generation of Converse wearing, shirt tucking, pant cuffing, loose truck riding teenagers that still follow his role to this day. It was also in 2014 when Rieder teamed up with Anthony Van Engelen, (AVE), and Jason Dill to create a new board brand dubbed, F—king Awesome (FA). It was not long after the creation of F—king Awesome that Rieder won Transworld’s 2015 “Best Part” for his contribution to “Cherry”.

Shortly after returning from the HUF European Tour, Rieder reported feeling constant nausea and decided to get blood work done. It was not long after when he was diagnosed with Leukemia. In March of 2015 he received a bone marrow transplant fro his sister, a month later he was in remission. However, the disease returned in November of 2015 and again he received a transplant from his sister, again he was in remission. It was not until mid 2016 when the disease finally returned. On October 12, 2016 Dylan Joseph Rieder, surrounded by his family and friends, lost his battle with leukemia.

​A day after his death, Thrasher Magazine posted a statement regarding the passing of Rieder stating, “Born to ride a skateboard? It’s a seemingly silly concept when you think about it, but Dylan Rieder made us believe it. That man was absolutely, positively, a gift. Power, style, grace - he had it all. That said, he was much more than a skateboarder, and that’s what makes this infinitely tragic. Think about what he had already accomplished and imagine how much more he could have done. We are at a loss for words right now, but what we do know is that Dylan made everything around him better. Our thoughts are with his family and friends in this difficult time. Rest in Peace, Dylan Rieder. We will all miss you, each day more than the next.

Rieder influenced those who could never be. He pushed like he had never pushed before. He made any kid who owned some worn out white tee-shirt feel like they too could go pro. He made your grandfather’s wool trousers and leather loafers look cool, like they were made to skate. I never met Rieder, I never really got into the Supreme scene, and I’ve never skated in loafers. Rieder didn’t care; he wore loafers because he could, and because he’d sure as hell be better than you while wearing them. Rieder encompassed what skateboarding is all about, doing what you want for you, and not caring what anybody else thinks. He was able to do what most can’t comprehend almost all fail to accomplish.

To Skate and Destroy, to Live and Enjoy.

Thank you Dylan Rieder.

Henry Banyacski