#they also make me want to backflip off a skyscraper

[acrossthecherriverse]

arthur and cherri drawing dump because their dynamic is so addictive

+ Louisa Sawyer reveal I guess

ref for the rat girl summer thing 😭

#THE father daughter duo #theyre so joel and ellie coded #they also make me want to backflip off a skyscraper #oc content #rdr2 #rdr2 oc #rdr2 fanart #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption arthur #arthur morgan #arthur morgan rdr2 #rdr oc #oc art #oc #artblr #art #| evie doodles #| cowboy father

[the-blackbird-roleplays]

John Bienville, Crescent City's Homme-Araignée

"Well crap, I guess it's my turn huh? Alright, let's run this back one more time, but how about a l’agniappe for your troubles of coming this far?"

The young man smiled as he stood on the edge of a skyscraper in Crescent City, slowly removing his mask to reveal a tan-skinned young man around 20 years old, green eyes, and the killer smile of a southern gentleman.

"My name is John Bienville, but my friends call me Jack. I was bitten by a cursed spider, and for the past five years I've been Crescent City's one and only Homme-Araignée. That's Spider-Man for the non-Francophone out there." He grinned, yanking his mask back down as he leapt from the building, backflipping as he did before tapping his wrist-mounted web-shooter, firing out a line of webbing with a soft thwip.

"Yeah yeah, we all know the story. Young hero with a heart of gold, tragedy ensues, power and responsibility, all that merde. But mine's a bit different from the rest." He grunted as he landed on the highest building in the city, smiling over the place he called home.

"Being raised in the bayou gives someone a unique perspective on things. It's a little wilder out there than people are used to. Most people had pet dogs growing up... I had a pet alligator. Most kids grew up with their mom and dad... mine died in a riverboat accident when I was four and I was raised from then on by my aunt 'n' nonc who could charitably be called Swamp People... but don't tell Auntie Anna that or you'll get a face full of buckshot."

He chuckled softly, leaning against the skyscraper's spire as he pulled his mask completely off, revealing a head of bushy blond hair.

"Growing up with them, I learned how a man should act, and how a gentleman should act. You gotta fight for you and yours, protect the ones who can't protect themselves, and have fun doing it... what I didn't know is Uncle Benji... He'd run afoul of some bad people. Bad people who pretended to be protecting everyone, hiding their corruption behind a badge and an ATF jacket. One day, when they realized they couldn't profit off him and his still anymore, they showed up, rigged his still, and waited for the fireball."

John sighed softly, closing his eyes as he thumped his head against the metal spire of the tower.

"I used every legal avenue I had to try and get those crooked feds to the courts. I was blocked at every turn like a dam for a salmon. So... I turned to the only source I had left. An old witch that lived deep in the bayou. She said she'd help, but I'd have to pay a cost, keep doing what I was about to do for the greater good. She said something about 'Spider-Totems' and other universes that I didn't exactly understand at the time. I just wanted justice done and done right. I agreed, she summoned a black spider, and next thing I know I was tearing up a deal between some corrupt ATF agents and some smugglers attempting to bring in guns through the Port of New Orleans. I also may or may not have left them tied up with a few wildlife camera shots of them messing with my uncle's still. Best Sunday of my life up until that point."

He smiled softly, jumping forward off the building as he backflipped through the air, swinging along as he snatched a beignet from a store window, leaving a five-dollar bill behind on the plate, munching away as he went from web-line to web-line.

"Been doing this Spider-gig ever since. My methods are a little unorthodox, playing around the lines as much as in, but there's one thing I hold absolute. 'If ya got might, ya gotta make right'. Uncle Benji taught me that. Now, I protect the ones who can't protect themselves."

He grinned, standing upside-down on a bridge spanning the Mississippi River as he scarfed down the last few bites of the beignet.

"My name's John Bienville. I'm Spider-Man. And If you abuse the might you got, I'm coming to make things right."

XxXxX

Name: John "Jack" Bienville

Age: 22

Occupation: Spider-Man, Mixologist, Chef

Home Earth: Earth-504 (Personal Creation, lore MAY be added later)

#art is not mine #Spider-Man oc #spiderverse oc #John Bienville #ai image

[eddieeatsass]

I’ll Trade you a Myth for a Kiss

Summary: “Derry’s kissing bridge was a little slice of romance in an otherwise unromantic town. Derry Maine didn’t exactly inspire one’s heart to soar, but something about that bridge caused a fluttering in the hearts of every person that passed it. Richie didn’t believe the myth. He was well past the age where he listened to make believe stories about true love and the promise of forever. Real life didn’t hold such fates, if it did, Richie wouldn’t be a closeted gay kid painfully in love with his straight best friend.” Pairing: Reddie Rating: T

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Derry’s kissing bridge was a little slice of romance in an otherwise unromantic town. Derry Maine didn’t exactly inspire one’s heart to soar, but something about that bridge caused a fluttering in the hearts of every person that passed it.

It wasn’t that the bridge was particularly beautiful, in fact it was pretty ugly with its decaying wood frame, rickety beams that split and splintered any hand that touched them, and sun-faded paint job.

It was the lore attached to the bridge, passed down through the hushed whispers of Derry residents for decades, that lured people into its hold. It was said that if you kissed someone under the bridge, they would be solidified as your soulmate; a metaphorical binding of spirits between two lovers.

Richie didn’t believe the myth. He was well past the age where he listened to make believe stories about true love and the promise of forever. Real life didn’t hold such fates, if it did, Richie wouldn’t be a closeted gay kid painfully in love with his straight best friend.

So, be it the fact that there was no actual evidence to the validity of the tall tale, or the fact that that very bridge had been the location at which his dear friend Ben had almost been murdered by Henry Bowers and his goons, Richie just didn’t have that much faith in the bridge’s supposed positive energy.

Much to Richie’s dismay, however, his cynicism didn’t do much to deter the way his heart rate spiked when he found himself sitting under that very bridge in the company of said best friend.

 They hadn’t planned on ending up here. Their day had started out much like any other; they’d met their friends at the quarry, soaked themselves and their undergarments in the deep jade water before laying out in the sun to dry. Music rang from Beverly’s small portable radio as they shared jokes and stories until the sun began to set.

They’d all gone their separate ways when there’d been no more daylight to suck out of the sun, the presence of fireflies lighting their ways home. Eddie’s bike had been confiscated by Sonia for god knows what number of reasons, so he relied on Richie to be his chauffer for the day.

And chauffer he did. Richie relished in the tight grip of Eddie’s arms around his torso, the way he’d mutter a ‘slow down trashmouth’ against Richie’s neck when he went too fast, or the little yip that he’d let out when they went over a speed bump, soaring weightlessly through the air for one blissful moment before crashing back down to reality.

He’d enjoyed chauffeuring right up until the moment he rode over broken glass, popping his tire and sending him and Eddie tumbling to the ground.

They’d been lucky, veering into grass right before impact, so their injuries were minor. But Eddie still insisted to treat them before they continued home, blabbering on about infections and amputations and- Richie didn’t listen to the rest.

It hadn’t taken long for Richie to recognize exactly where they were. His bike had decided to commit suicide right next to the infamous kissing bridge, which he’d taken home a thousand times and kissed at exactly zero times.

 “Richie.” Eddie repeated, finally garnering the attention of Richie’s quickly waning mind. Eddie waved his small disinfectant pack in the air as if an obvious gesture of irritation.

“Right, sorry Eds!” Richie scurried over to where Eddie had sat himself down on a fallen tree trunk, a miniature pharmacy set out before them all thanks to his fanny pack.

“Let me see your legs.” Eddie instructed, already loaded with a disinfectant wipe and a look of determination on his small features. It was far too cute for Richie to handle, and it made his insides churn uncomfortably. As usual he defaulted to humor, hoping it would ease his nerves.

“That’s what your mom said last night.”

“Richie! Ugh, gross.” Eddie’s nose scrunched up in disgust and Richie’s plan backfired.

With a rosy tint to his cheeks that Richie prayed Eddie couldn’t see in the dark, he sat down beside Eddie and presented him with two freshly scraped kneecaps.

Richie let out a string of curses as Eddie began cleaning the wound, but once the sting of peroxide passed, he noticed how gentle Eddie was being.

“Batman or Mickey Mouse?”

Richie looked up from where Eddie’s hand laid gently upon his knee, meeting round chestnut eyes that reflected the moonlight. Richie’s mind went blank.

“What?” He asked dumbly.

“Bandaids, do you want Batman or Mickey Mouse?”

Richie’s heart did about three backflips before he was finally able to answer, stuttering out a weak response that was not up to par with his usual.

"You know I've always been a Mickey man, myself."

Eddie quirked his lips, not quite a smile but also not the annoyance Richie was usually met with. He watched as Eddie reached into his fanny pack and pulled out a bandaid, unwrapping it carefully before moving to apply it to Richie's left knee. It barely covered the scrape, but they both knew it was for show more than function. Eddie liked knowing he'd taken care of someone, the bandaid standing out like a gold star sticker on a quiz. He nodded to himself, satisfied, before moving to tend to Richie's other knee.

 The process was much the same. It stung when Eddie applied the alcohol, Richie's heart skipped a beat when Eddie got too close, and then there was a distorted Mickey Mouse stating up at the both of them from where it sat over bloodied skin.

Richie spoke before thinking, his mouth always faster than his brain.

"What, no kiss, Dr. K?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, but if Richie wasn't mistaken, he also noted a slight rosiness rising to Eddie's cheeks.

"We're not five, Richie. I'm not gonna kiss your knee better. Also, ew."

"Who said I was talking about my knee?"

They both froze; Richie, horrified by the deception of his own thoughts, and Eddie, shocked by Richie's boldness.

"I-I-I meant my dick." Richie tried to recover, his tone none too convincing. But bless Eddie, whether truly oblivious or just pretending to be, responded by smacking Richie's chest.

It caused Richie to tumble backwards off their makeshift bench, falling into foliage that almost entirely ate him up.

“Oh my god! Richie!” Eddie’s tone shifted into concern, his body moving faster than such a little frame should be able to as he leaned over to offer Richie a hand up. Richie, widely known for acting before he thinks, took the opportunity to pull Eddie down alongside him.

The sound of breaking tree branches, rustled leaves, and tiny shrieks alerted Richie to the fact that Eddie did not land beside him as planned. In fact, a quick glance around him confirmed that Eddie was nowhere near Richie any longer.

“EDS!?” Richie’s voice was high pitched and frantic.

“Down here, asshole.”

The response, though obviously irate, still brought comfort to his beating heart.

“One second- shit- I gotta- fuck-”

Richie was stumbling over himself, squinting his eyes as he tried to see any minute flash of brown hair peeking through the dark. Richie fumbled around in his pocket, grabbing on to the lanyard that held his keys and, thankfully, a small flashlight. It wasn’t much, but it helped illuminate that area where Eddie’s voice called from.

Richie felt horrible when he realized they’d been right next to a hill, and his action had flung Eddie right down it. He spotted a small moving figure right at the bottom, underneath the looming darkness of the bridge, and set off towards it.

Getting down the hill without falling was tricky, but Richie somehow managed it. When he came upon Eddie, the smaller boy was attempting to dust the dirt off from his body. Richie decided not to note how fruitless his effort was, instead allowing Eddie to believe he had some control over the germs he’d been unceremoniously thrown into.

“Sorry about that, Eddie. You’re just so tiny, you weigh next to nothing.” Richie tried to pass off his comment as a joke, hoping it would lead them back into their usual back-and-forth. He’d never actually admit that he loved how tiny Eddie was compared to him, because that would mean admitting a whole slew of other things that he wasn’t ready to face.

“Not everyone can be Andre the giant, you ever-growing fuck. It’s not my fault my body doesn’t want to become a skyscraper.” Eddie countered.

Richie straightened his back, beginning to feign confusion as he aimed the flashlight above Eddie’s head.

“Eddie? Eddie???” Richie pretended to search for him, looking left and right but always above the line of sight where Eddie sat.

“You’re obnoxious.” Eddie stated.

“Eddie? Is that you? Where are ya boy-” Richie’s joke was cut short when Eddie swatted the flashlight out of his hand. It hit the ground with a wet splat, landing in a pile of mud just on the edge of the water.

Richie laughed heartily. He leaned down to pick it up when his gaze followed the stream of light to where it pointed right at an etching in the wooden beam that held the bridge above their heads.

Richie walked closer to it, crouching next to the engraving and tracing it with his finger. In the middle of a heart were two initials: G + H.

“How much you wanna bet that one’s Greta and Henry?”

“A thousand bucks.” Richie huffed, rolling his eyes at the thought of them carving this into the bridge after sharing a cigarette musky lip-lock.

“Good, they deserve each other. They can rot together for eternity. Thank you, magic bridge.” Eddie tapped the pillar gently, as if patting someone’s shoulder.

“Come on, you believe in this crap?” Richie stretched back up to full height.

Eddie seemed to mull the question over in his head before answering.

“I mean… what’s the harm in entertaining the idea?” Eddie’s voice had a bashful tone to it that Richie had never heard before. It made his skin prickle with warmth.

“I just never took you for the romantic type, Eds.” Richie tried to soften his voice, encouraged it to come out a little less like a tease and a little more like a confession. It seemed to have the desired effect when Richie pointed the light at Eddie and noticed a blush on his cheeks.

“Have you kissed anyone down here?” Eddie asked suddenly, the boldness shocking Richie into silence (which was rare).

Richie instinctively puffed his chest out, a bravado thick on his lips and ready to be spoken, but it deflated as quickly as it was triggered. Eddie was being vulnerable with Richie in a way that he never was, and if Richie messed this up, he might as well be damning himself to a future where Eddie didn’t trust him with moments like this. There was no greater fear than that.

“No.” Richie answered honestly, kicking a nearby rock into the water.

“Have you kissed anyone?” Eddie’s voice was barely above a whisper, almost inaudible over the sound of the crickets and the trickle of the stream.

Richie’s heart lurched in his chest so strongly it almost made him lose his balance. His eyes bugged out behind his coke bottle frames, trying to make sense of why Eddie was asking these questions. With a thick swallow, he answered.

“Yeah, only twice.” He knew he’d boasted about much more, that if the losers had been keeping tally, Richie’s supposed trysts were up in the double digits by now. But he didn’t feel like lying or keeping up some kind of charade. Not here, not alone with Eddie. “Once in 7th grade with Trisha Saunders, and then at the beginning of 8th grade with Megan DeLaurence.”

Eddie nodded sagely, looking down at his feet.

“I haven’t kissed anyone yet. I think I might be the last of the Losers who hasn’t.”

The way Eddie’s shoulders slumped made Richie want to reach forward and hold him up. His fingers twitched at the effort it took to hold himself back.

“It’s not a competition, Eddie. No one’s judging you.” Richie said earnestly, taking a step towards Eddie’s frame. Was he shivering? It had gotten kind of cold in the time they’d been standing down here. Richie hadn’t even noticed the nip of September beginning to creep in, he’d been warmed from the flush of being so close to Eddie; something he realized he’d gotten accustom to any time Eddie was around.

“Eds.” Richie sighed, beginning to unbutton the long-sleeved printed shirt he wore over his t-shirt. Once he shrugged it off, he took another step towards Eddie and draped the garment across his shoulders, making sure not to focus on how it dwarfed Eddie’s already miniscule frame.

Richie had abandoned his tiny flashlight, allowing it to dangle from a droopy hand and angle light out into the water. The darkness sheathed them from reading one another’s expressions, giving Richie the false confidence, it took for him to lean in and press his lips against Eddie’s.

The kiss wasn’t long, nor was it filled with passion. It was probably closer to the type of kiss you give your aunt at Christmas, just a chaste peck on the lips. But despite the nature of the kiss, it still left Richie buzzing from head to toe in a way that no other kiss had done before.

Sure, kissing Trisha and Megan had been fine. Richie had chalked it up to experience, telling himself that the reason he hadn’t felt anything was because he wasn’t used to it yet. But with Eddie it was a whole different world. Such a small touch had made him lightheaded, left him itching to go in for more and not stop until his lungs gave out.

Richie realized then that the silence had stretched out between them, Eddie obviously confused and, Richie realized with a pang in his heart, probably horrified.

“T-there.” Richie tripped over his words, cursing his nerves for mistaking him for Bill. He cleared his throat and tried again. “There. Now you’ve kissed someone.”

Eddie still didn’t respond, and Richie’s heartrate began to tick up into something erratic.

After a pause that probably aged Richie ten years, Eddie finally let out a laugh. A small titter that dissolved all the anxiety Richie was harboring.

“You dumbass.” Eddie giggled. “Now we’re stuck together forever!”

Richie couldn’t hold back the grin that stretched his cheeks so wide they burned. If believing that him and Eddie were now solidified as soulmates meant also believing in some invisible universal force carried on for decades by a fucking bridge, then so be it. He’d believe in every fairytale ever told if it meant being with Eddie.

Richie scratched the back of his neck, a nervous twitch he’d had since childhood. He only hoped that Eddie couldn’t see it.

“Yeah, I guess I kinda screwed the pooch on that one huh.”

“I mean, there’s worse people to be stuck with for life.” Eddie countered.

“Well I am honored I’m not the worst.”

“That honor is gonna have to go to Henry.”

“Well, we don’t have to worry about him because he’s already promised to Greta for eternity. We’re clear.”

“Good. He can have Greta as long as I can have you.”

Richie’s brain stopped functioning, all reasonable responses escaping his mind. ‘As long as I can have you’. Richie would be repeating that to himself as a lullaby from now until forever.

“You can have me.” Richie responded on a shaky exhale.

Eddie’s breathing sounded just as unsteady as it filled the space between them. With nervous hands, Richie brought the flashlight back up to illuminate Eddie’s face. He was quivering, although Richie wasn’t certain whether it was still from the cold, or from the same feeling that had caused Richie’s limbs to feel like rubber.

“We gotta get you home before you become an Edsicle.” Richie teased, breaking the tension between them and leading them back into safe territory. Eddie rolled his eyes, but traces of laughter were evident in his small smile. He shouldered Richie out of the way gently, passing him and making his way back over to the hill that he’d fallen down.

“Well, you better help me back up this hill then.” He demanded.

Richie bounded over to him with newfound glee in his heart, vowing to never take the prospect of magic bridges for granted ever again.

#reddieweek2020 #reddie week 2020 #reddie fanfic #reddie fanfiction #reddie fluff #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #my writing #my posts

[eleanor-writes-stuff]

need a ride? [ficlet]

What’s the point of being a spy if you aren’t going to take every opportunity to be extra as fuck, anyway?

Or: the one where Rey and Ben have perfected their Power Couple exit strategy.

This is probably not going to go the way you think (it certainly did not go the way I thought it would), but here’s a modern AU ficlet inspired by that TRoS teaser scene anyway.

Also available on AO3. And hey, maybe check out my Twitter or Ko-fi?

The street is completely silent save for the occasional gust of sharp October air blowing through with a wail. Inside the darkened skyscraper, not a single alarm has been tripped and not a single guard has abandoned their patrol route to go investigate a break-in they won’t learn about until the next morning at the very earliest.

“Yet another job well done,” Poe compliments his crew as they emerge from the loading bay’s side entrance, holding a hand out for their spoils. Finn drops four flash drives into his supervisor’s waiting hand with a grin.

“Couldn’t have done it without Rey here,” he points out just as Rey locks the door behind her, careful to leave everything just as they’d found it. “What did I tell you? Didn’t I tell you she’s the best? And you didn’t wanna believe me.”

Poe shakes his head with a rueful laugh. “Hey, standard protocol,” he tells Rey. “I can’t just go around contracting every lone wolf Finn here recommends. But you’ve definitely lived up to the hype.”

Rey steps closer to the group as her hand slides into her jacket pocket, activating the little beacon sewn into the lining. “Thanks, I guess? It wasn’t anything special, really–”

“Nothing special?” Rose, the third member of their barebones crew, sputters in disbelief. “Rey, we’ve been trying to get through that encryption for months. The way you sliced through all of it in minutes–”

“You should know that Rose here isn’t easily impressed,” Poe cuts in. “And neither am I. But after tonight, you’ve more than proven yourself to the team. And we could really use someone like you, if you’re interested.”

The offer takes her by surprise. Just once, peanut, Finn had begged on the phone. A one-off, I promise, and then you can go back to doing whatever it is you’re up to these days–

She turns to him now to find him with a hopeful, beseeching look on his face that’s entirely too familiar. But while those big, pleading eyes might have worked on her when they were children, too much has changed in the years since for her to even consider this. “I’m flattered, really, but–”

“You don’t need to make up your mind now,” Rose chimes in. “Just think about it, okay? It’s dangerous for a lone operative out there.”

Poe nods in agreement. “Even the best of us could use someone to watch our backs every now and then.”

Finn steps forward. “They’re right, peanut. You know I worry about you being all alone–”

The rest of his sentence is drowned out by the cacophony of an approaching chopper, and all three members of the Resistance pale as they look up to find the helicopter coming closer and closer towards them, until Rose’s unzipped bomber jacket flaps in the artificial wind while strands of Poe’s hair break free from his carefully-styled coif.

Poe raises his voice to be heard above the din. “It’s heading right for us! Split up, team!”

Rose and Finn obey with a moment’s hesitation, all three of them racing off in separate directions without so much as a look back at the perceived threat until–

“Rey, what are you doing?” Finn demands, turning back to her with fear in his eyes.

The helicopter casts a shadow over her as it flies by, and Rey gives Finn a smile as she readies herself. “It was nice to see you again, peanut. I’ll call you sometime!”

And with that, Rey breaks into a sprint just as a coil of rope spills out from the chopper that hovers just fifty feet overhead, dangerously low unless the pilot knows what they’re doing.

Her husband knows exactly what he’s doing.

After all, they’ve had months of practice.

The rope ladder falls effortlessly into her waiting hand, the helicopter holding steady even as Rey takes the first step up. As soon as she’s secured herself on the first rung she turns back to wave goodbye to Finn and his team, Poe and Rose having returned to his side as soon as they realized they weren’t in any danger.

The concern on Finn’s face gives way first to understanding, and then amusement. “Why the fuck do you have to be so extra?” he yells up at her with a grin, the last of his words barely discernible to her ears as the helicopter slowly gains altitude. They should – and could – be ascending much faster than this, but Ben has a thing about not wanting her to dangle more than a hundred feet above ground.

Guided by expert hands, the chopper gracefully weaves around the obstacles in their path, careful not to make any sudden movements that might fling the ladder – and Rey – into the side of a skyscraper. She climbs up with practiced ease, shutting her eyes against the stinging night air that sways her side to side. It’s a shame, really, that she can’t just stay like this for the rest of the ride, but she knows that every second she spends dangling from the helicopter is a minute shaved off of Ben’s life.

A fond smile tugs at her lips as Rey shakes her head at her worrywart, and not one minute later she’s flinging herself into the helicopter and pulling the ladder back up. She doesn’t allow herself a look at Ben until the door slides shut, and even then she’s afforded only a glimpse of his back from his spot in the cockpit.

He keeps his eyes trained straight ahead as Rey slips into her seat and pulls on her headset.

“Hi, honey.”

Finally, Ben turns to her with a smirk. “Hey, sweetheart. Did you have fun with your band of rebels and traitors?”

Rey rolls her eyes at him. “You do realize you’re just as much of a traitor as Finn is, right? You both abandoned FO.”

Saying that still sends a little thrill down her spine even now, even when she goes to bed every night with Ben safely by her side rather than hidden away in some underground bunker with his shady, manipulative boss.

“That’s different,” he insists.

“Really now?”

“FN left because he was a coward,” Ben says with a shrug, though the words have been drained of their bite after all this time. “I left for love.”

He spares her another quick look then, his earlier smirk quickly melting into something infinitely more sincere.

Just three short years ago, Rey could never have fathomed a look this soft in the eyes of the world’s deadliest assassin. Now he’s her partner in crime and in life, and this is the look she’s lucky enough to wake up to every morning.

Ben smiles at her before he turns back to the sky. “Where to, sweetheart?”

Rey sinks into her seat with a smile of her own, warmth blooming in her chest as she relishes her one-word answer and all it encompasses.

“Home.”

So, funny story: I’ve been calling this my ‘backflip-inspired ficlet’ ever since I came up with the idea. And then somehow it ended up not having a single backflip?? And half of it is just Rey fielding a job offer from the elite Resistance team of Poe, Finn, and Rose??? But hey, if married spies is your thing (it’s my thing, apparently), then I hope you’ve enjoyed this.

As always, thank you for reading and please don’t hesitate to like/reblog/comment!

#reylo #rey x ben #kylo ren/rey #rey/kylo ren #rey/ben solo #star wars #rey #ben solo #kylo ren #my fics #ficlet: ride? #fic archive

[robincobb25]

The Future Is Now! Grab Your Very Own 'Back to the Future' Hoverboard

Remember the amazing scene from Back to the Future?

When Marty was chasing those crazy people flying around on a hoverboard?

of course you do. It is one of the most popular movies ever and we all wanted a hoverboard. admit it. You cannot wait until they are invented.

Well ladies and gents, the wait is over. Now you can take to the sky on your very own hoverboard in a very attractive dream.

Dreamboarding is the future

This is one of the most exciting things I have ever experienced. I used to think about my hoverboard of my childhood. I thought it would never be possible, unless I had been cryogenically frozen for a hundred years.

But now we can all be one. And we can all experience the future hundred years ago. It gets much better. Your Dreamboard is 1,000,000 times better than Marty's. You can do a lot more things than swim a few inches above the ground. You can do this:

Fly high in the sky, loop the loop and weave around the skyscrapers Surf tsunami travels at a speed of 500 mph Move the world's largest snow-capped mountains at lightning speed Travel to reach the outer space and confront the aliens Use it to travel to foreign places around the world The possibilities are endless and you can explore them every night. You can live the future in your dream.

How high is too high?

Do you think 5 inches is too low? dont worry. The Dreamboard does not have a height limit. You can fly to any height you want. Whether you want to wander around the New York horizon or travel around the Milky Way, it doesn't matter.

Avoid enemy adversaries or just see how fast you can deactivate buildings without squashing them or having a taste of concrete. As soon as you start flying you can do anything you want. You can also ask your subconscious to fly through the most amazingly breathtaking lands you can only imagine.

Yes it works on water

It's too bad Marty couldn't reach the other side of the pond. If he didn't steal the board, I would ask him to ask for a refund. Your board is made for water. You are probably wondering how your hoverboard can hover over water.

Sure, you can get bogged down in details, but let's say it can do anything because it's a dream. If you still can't accept that you just have to drown in water or stay outside.

Although I am saying that you can surf a tsunami, it is better if you start on small waves. Start in California and work your way up to Hawaii. You can be traditional and surf like a normal person, or you can speed straight into the waves and catch the air at large, while seeing how many back flips you can do.

Are you ready to tackle Everest?

The great thing about having a flying board is that you don't need to climb Everest before you can make it down. By the way, I have not climbed Everest in real life. In fact, I have no idea what it looks like.

Perhaps it would be better to call it a giant dream mountain covered in snow. This mountain of you needs massive drops and crazy take-off ramps. Do not go for a bus ride. The more crazy, the more exciting.

How do you make a board?

You don't need a small board like Marty. It can be any shape / size you want. My board looks like a small snowboard. Here is another photo of my high quality to give you ideas.

First you have to put a picture in your mind that you want. Then you should think that it will follow you. If it is not, try again but this time ask the dream to help you.

Remember, it may not be exactly the same as when you gave it your first chance to ask. You need to keep repeating the orders until it fits your exact specifications. It will be trial and error until you leave.

How to control it

You're probably thinking, "How do I control a dreamboard?" You can control it as you like. Whatever you feel comfortable with and fits into your idea of ​​how it should work.

The easiest way to control this is with complete confidence that it can do the things you want it to. After all, your brain is the engine that is going to make it work. By choosing the rules, you know that it will work.

This is how i control hoverboard

If you really mean my control, or maybe you just want inspiration, then let me tell you how I control my board.

Like I said before, mine looks like a small snowboard, except it has no bindings and I don't have to wear heavy shoes. off course not! This is my dream and I don't have to physically attach myself to it.

I can just move forward and I'm not going to fall. The only way I can remove the board is after knowing that I want to separate from it. This is because I use it as a backflip or something

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Jinrui Saikyou no Netsuai - Chapter 3

Jinrui Saikyou no Jun'ai – Nisioisin p. 15-24

[Previous Chapter]

Urbanization advanced throughout Japan, and visualization—or rather, surveillance—advanced alongside it; so, you might think it would be harder to find deserted places to battle without people noticing, but oddly enough, even cities have their crevices. As skyscrapers proliferate, so do shadows...? Maybe not shadows, but rather darkness... In any case, no matter how the times change, places for people like me and Kouta to live continue to exist. For which I'm grateful. And so do the conditions for lively youngsters like this Matsuri Shimegiwa boy to be born. The scope of that territory might actually be getting wider—all in balance, I suppose. Well, in spite of my careful analysis of modern times, the place where Shimegiwa took me wasn't a dark, narrow alley or a subway tunnel; it was the sunlit roof of some official institution or municipal office building. It was a sloped roof, not a flat one. The place he chose as our battlefield was deserted, and it was out of the public view, but it was pretty big. I kinda like that.

“I'm a bit surprised. You're not like I heard... uh, you're not like I expected.”

Said Shimegiwa, turning around after we'd arrived. The fierce stare of those sanpaku eyes hadn't changed.

“Humanity's strongest contractor, Jun Aikawa; I thought you might kick me as soon as I turned my back... I didn't think you'd just let me guide you here without taking any action at all.”

Sorry I couldn't live up to your expectations—I mean, is that what people think of me? Is this like a game of intergenerational telephone, where I end up sounding incomprehensibly violent to the new generation? Maybe this is an after-effect from when I was cut off from work worldwide. I'm sure Kouta would laugh out loud and say, “Incomprehensibly violent. Doesn't that describe you perfectly, my dear friend?” But there's no way I could just let that assessment stand, so I continued: I'm kinda disappointed myself. When you said you wanted to change locations, I thought you might take me to a dead-end alley where a swarm of your friends were waiting. I got all excited.

“......”

Is he mad? That's not what I really thought (though I was surprised he took me to a public office building), I just said it as a light provocation; this guy's got a hot temper. Is that because he's young? Well, his hairstyle does look pretty angry, after all. I was so distracted by his puffed-up hair that I hadn't really noticed until now, but he's wearing some pretty flashy clothes, too. He made fun of my redness, but he's silver all over. It was all arranged with good fashion sense, but it looked like a difficult outfit to pull off.

“...What?”

Oh, nothing. So, shall we begin? Whoever falls down first loses. I have another job to get to, so let's settle this quickly. You have a handicap? Like fighting with one hand, or fighting with just my tongue.

“I don't need one. Don't worry about your next job... You'll have to cancel it anyway.”

Nicely said.

“I mean, don't you want to ask why I've challenged you?”

Do I have to ask? That stuff's a pain in the ass, so I thought I'd skip it... And it doesn't matter.

“I see. So that's the famous Jun Aikawa from the rumors... No matter who challenges you, you never refuse. How very gallant.”

It's not that cool a reason. I just don't feel like scrutinizing everything about a reckless idiot like you—hey, now. Bring it on. Or do you want me to come at you?

“To show respect for your legend, I yield the first move to you.”

Oh, okay. You'll dampen my spirits if you treat me like an old lady, though. I'll lose motivation. Well then, time to snip a young sprout. Here comes the countdown—three, two, one, Zerozaki!

“Oof...!”

I unleashed a no-motion high kick with my hands in my pockets, trying to make his head part ways with his torso, but he defended with both hands—setting aside the high kick, maybe keeping my hands in my pockets was a bit too insulting? Even so, a ordinary opponent would have gotten his head plucked off along with both arms, but let alone that, this guy managed to grab my ankle. Wow, nice going.

“Hah. You're no big deal after all!”

It didn't entirely seem like a bluff. Still holding onto my foot, Shimegiwa returned my kick. Kicking me with such unstable posture didn't pose much of a threat, but as if to return the favor, it was a high kick. I was taller, but he was flexible enough to aim for my temple with his toes. Since his stance was somewhat impractical, I could either avoid it, or catch it the same way he did, but I wanted to try taking it directly. I should be able to estimate his power level from that. As such, I didn't move an inch, and Shimegiwa's kick connected cleanly with my head. I was surprised. Well, I mean, it'd be exceptionally stupid for me to be surprised by the fact I got kicked, but still, I was amazed. What I mean is, his kick was much more powerful than I expected. It spun me around, with the beautiful leg he was holding as the axis. I made a whole rotation, and was able to land cleanly.

“Purposefully taking a hit; you can only look down on someone so much, humanity's strongest. If you fell down from that kick, it'd be my win, you know?”

Sorry, sorry, I underestimated you. That'd be fine by me, of course—in that case, you'd be humanity's strongest from tomorrow on. But if you want to decide based on that kick, you'd be looking down on me too much. Ready, now? I slammed the foot he was holding directly downward.

“...! Oo...uh...”

I put enough force into it to rip Shimegiwa's arm out of its socket, but as I might have expected, he responded by letting go of my foot. Unlike me, it seemed he knew when it'd be dangerous to take a hit.

“I'm happy to see you're going all out now, humanity's strongest!”

He really did look happy. Does he have battle mania? If so, then we ought to congratulate each other; or maybe, pity each other... however, the middle of a fight is no place for a hug. So, I said to him: I still haven't decided whether or not to go all out—but I am deadly serious.

“Aaah... I see, I see.”

It was more of a threat than a provocation, but Shimegiwa smiled even wider—this really brings me back. The world used to be teeming with guys like him. I've been squaring off with a lot of aliens lately, so I want to cherish these times when I can fight humans.

“So I can challenge you with the intent to kill too, then?”

Sure, but are you okay with that? It's not like you've been ordered to kill me, right? After I pointed that out, it was Shimegiwa's turn to look surprised. What's surprising about that? Maybe the fact that Jun Aikawa's signature move is mind-reading isn't as well-known as I thought, these days. Someone asked you to pick a fight with me; I could tell that much from looking at your face when you kicked me.

“Hmph... Is that so. After all that stuff you said, are you really interested in my goal, humanity's strongest?”

I said it didn't matter, didn't I? It's not like you'll be able to reach it anyway. That was just something I could tell by looking at your face—and besides, my mind-reading isn't telepathy; I don't know any details beyond that.

“...Well, it's true that someone won't be able to reach their goal—'cause I'm gonna kill you right now!”

Shimegiwa wound up a punch. This time, the blow used all the power he could muster from a straight line that ran through his torso, making use of his entire body. It wasn't clear whether he was aiming to kill, but he was definitely going all out—the opposite of me. I see; if I took that hit, it might be over for me... but I lacked the finesse to avoid it. As such, I decided to intercept his fist—that is, I smashed my fist into his. Although I fired mine after his, my punch is speedy, and I easily made it in time. So, how about the force? Is my fist gonna break, or is Shimegiwa's fist gonna break?

“Guhh... Ah! A-are you fucking crazy!?”

The result was, neither of our fists broke, but we both sent each other flying; Shimegiwa cursed me out, but didn't flinch, and came rushing at me intensely. That's not just a compliment or a turn of phrase, it was really intense; at least, in terms of speed. He didn't seem to be very dextrous, and looked to have trouble balancing his power and speed. I easily handled the fast rush—I didn't politely meet his blow with a blow of my own again; I knocked him off his feet with a single hook. ...Oh, by the way, I have trouble balancing power and speed too. So either way, I give everything I have.

“Die!”

Nevertheless, Shimegiwa didn't retreat, and with a cry, he moved to kick me in the ankle. I didn't know what the “Die!” thing was about (I hadn't been told that in a while, so I had a hard time figuring it out), but aiming for my ankle was a good strategy—since the rule was whoever fell down first loses, all he had to do was play the sickle-weasel and knock me over.(1) In that sense, his low kick really looked like a sickle. Should I field this one too? Should I intercept his kick with a kick? I could also plant my feet down and endure it, but I felt like I'd been on the receiving side for a while, and that's not like me. I felt like I was playing the role of sparring partner for this energetic youngster—this isn't some post-retirement job or leisure pastime. My thinking changed, and before the arch of Shimegiwa's foot hit my ankle, I landed a direct thrust on his chest. Naturally, since Shimegiwa was standing on one foot like a flamingo, and we were on a slanted roof without decent footholds to begin with, he was blown backward—his sickle hit empty air. I thought he might fall on his back, but he's got some grit; he put both hands on the ground as if preparing to do a backflip, and jumped back like a spring. I couldn't say it was as deft as a gymnast, but he managed to land on his feet.

“You're insane...”

Said Shimegiwa, crouching and holding his chest. Technically speaking, in terms of sumo wrestling, you could say he lost the moment he put his hands on the ground; well, it's just a rule I came up with off the top of my head, so I'll let this pass. I'm easy-going.

“I attacked first, but why did yours land before mine? You waited to see my move but you still got the jump on me... it's not fair.”

Not fair? What are you, a child? Well, you do look like a child as far as age goes. Watch, think, move, catch; if you can do that, fighting gets really easy—although, you might be right to call it unfair. It's like I'm living in a different timeline from everyone else. Alright, alright, I won't do that anymore.

“Nah, do it as much as you want... I can use unfair techniques, inhuman skills that stink of foul play too.”

Oh? What, you've got some tricks up your sleeve? I thought I was through evaluating him based on our earlier exchange... But if that's the case, why'd you hold back? I won't blame you or anything, no matter what kind of techniques you use. If you say stuff like that, it makes the fact that I'm the strongest sound unfair in the first place.

“Okay, I hear you. Don't you regret those words, humanity's strongest.”

Regret, huh. I'd love to try that at least once. If you're going to let me, then I welcome it—well, I was being nonchalant (bad habit of mine), but even though Shimegiwa's, Matsuri Shimegiwa's next move didn't make me regret anything, it definitely sufficed to dumbfound me.

“I am Matsuri Shimegiwa—also known as Campfires.”

He reintroduced himself, rolling up his sleeves; the next moment, his right arm—Shimegiwa's right arm—transformed into flames. Transformed into flames. I'm sure that sounds like some kind of metaphor, but I described exactly what it was; there's no metaphor, Shimegiwa's right arm literally turned into flames—transfired into flames. I drew the highly sensible conclusion that his body had caught fire, that he'd messed up trying to activate some kind of fire-related device and burned up his own arm. But I was wrong—he used the flames of his right arm to once again wind up a punch. With a burning fist. I observe, then take action, and I'm still on time, but even I—no, that's exactly why I was at a loss. It was dubious whether or not I even had time to think. I can't look past a bizarre and enigmatic development like this; however, it was clear I wouldn't come up with an answer to this phenomenon by fretting about it. So, all I can do is test things out. Experiment—experiment by comparison. Just like I'd done at the start, I decided to intercept his fist. Answer a punch with a punch. If it was a bluff, and he was using using some kind of trick or illusion, then this kind of direct response ought to be best. However—

“Idiot! You think you can hit fire with flesh?”

It was just as Shimegiwa so scornfully said: my fist slipped right through his. As if punching the air—no, not just the air. My arm was covered in an outrageous amount of heat, an outrageously hot wind; it was just like I'd thrust my hand into a fire. There was no trick or illusion; it was an actual flame. What's with this guy? I've fought a variety of people up 'til now, and I've battled players with a variety of abilities. Among them there were considerable eccentrics, and people who used techniques I could hardly believe. People who use fire, flame-wielders, they aren't all that uncommon. I've met fifty thousand people whose fighting style involved becoming one with flames—but I'd never met someone who turned their own body into flames. What the hell are you, Matsuri Shimegiwa!

“I'll blacken you to a crisp, red woman!”

As he called out to me like I were a demon, Shimegiwa's rather demonic fist—his fist of flame—landed a direct hit on my chest. No, strictly speaking, it would be hard to call it a “direct hit”; it's not like the flames that my fist slipped through actually hit my chest. Again, it passed through—but there was no avoiding the high temperature and hot wind. My clothes burned; this red jacket that could be recognized five kilometers away really did blacken and turn to ash. I liked this jacket, you know... I thought, as I flew into the air. Within the waves of hot wind, I was about to succumb to confusion... but I changed tacks right away. His ability... well, I'd be hard-pressed to call it a technique, but in any case, no matter what the truth about his ability is, we're in the middle of a bout right now, and at this rate I'm going to fall down on the rooftop—in other words, I'm going to lose. And I don't want that. I see; for the new generation, Shimegiwa's shown me he's on a scale that exceeded my imagination. However, if I were to lose right here, it'd be a disgrace to the title “humanity's strongest”. I rotated my body midair, planning to land right then and there if possible, but that didn't work out—I might've been able to land if I'd wanted to, but unlike Shimegiwa, I wasn't okay with making any old landing; it needs to be cool. If I can't stick an Ultra C landing,(2) I'd rather fall down ostentatiously—though, I'd prefer to be the one doing the knocking down. Rotating my body, with only a few centimeters remaining between me and the rooftop, I drove my scorched fist downward. There was no grand plan; I simply punched it—and that was enough.

“Huh? … Huuhhhhhh!?”

Shimegiwa, who must have been all but certain of victory, understandably let out a cry. It might have been a scream. Maybe, although part of it must be because he’s young, he's the type who panics when something unexpected happens. But it'd be harsh to criticize him for that; most adults would probably shriek like that too if the place they were standing on suddenly collapsed.

“The whole roof...!?”

Yes, with a full-strength punch, I destroyed the roof of the public office building; I destroyed the battlefield itself. The rule was whoever fell down first loses... so all I had to do was destroy the place where I would have fallen.

“That's allowed!?”

Of course it is. I let it pass when you put your hand on the rooftop earlier, after all. And didn't you know? When I was about your age, this is what people would say about me: any building Jun Aikawa sets foot in collapses, without exception.

[Next Chapter]

Footnotes: (1) Sickle-weasel, or more commonly kamaitachi (鎌鼬), is a youkai that appears in a whirlwind to cut people and make them fall over. (2) In the 1968 Summer Olympics, gymnastic feats were assigned difficulty levels from A to C, with C being the highest difficulty. The Japanese team came up with the term “Ultra C” to mean something along the lines of performing above and beyond the maximum, and since then it has been used generally to refer to an amazing or momentous feat.

#jinrui saikyou no netsuai #jinrui saikyou no jun'ai #saikyou series #translation

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Try, Try Again (pt. 8)

(Cpt 1) | (Cpt 2) | (Cpt 3) | (Cpt 4) | (Cpt 5) | (Cpt 6) | (Cpt 7) ||  (AO3) Thanks to everyone that left such lovely comments on the last chapter! You guys made my whole week :D

Also, I forgot to mention this last time, but Bonus Points to anyone that can guess why the ship is named the Gemini.... Chapter 8 (3314 words)

ABOUT THREE YEARS AGO

Bianca opened the door with one hand, carefully balancing her newest spaceship in the other. Finn would like this one, she was super sure.

Dad had helped her with the really tricky bits, since some Legos were still too small and finicky for a seven year-old to use, but she had built most of it herself. Plus, she had done all the stickers and decorating as well. 

Looking down the stairs, she couldn’t see any sign of her brother. Tentatively, she set the Gemini aside, placing it on top of one of the many shelves lining the side of the staircase. 

“Finn?” She called out his name as she flounced downstairs, running a careful hand along the banister. The basement was silent in response, aside from the low rumble of the dryer. 

In her brother’s absence, Bianca’s attention turned to the large table where his Legos were set out. The city of Bricksburg looked pretty much the same as when she’d last seen it, which was to say that it looked pretty rough. The last time that they’d “played” together, they had ended up arguing over a particularly cool minifigure and Bianca had accidentally smashed her elbow into one of the taller skyscrapers, totally destroying it. And then, when Finn tried to swoop in and catch the top of the building, he had only succeeded in toppling its neighbor as well. 

Bianca frowned at the memory. She hadn’t meant to break the tower, and she hadn’t meant to make Finn so grumpy either. It seemed like everything she did made him mad though, and he never wanted to play the same games as her either. 

She looked over towards where Finn kept his favorite minifigures. He almost always played with the same ones, and he never let her play with any of them, even though he had so many. 

Bianca reached over, plucking Batman’s figure from where he’d been positioned behind some kind of turret gun. 

Batman was the coolest of all Finn’s superheros, Bianca thought. Her brother had given her some other ones, like Wonder Woman and the green guy, a while back so that she’d stop bothering him about it. And then, he hid Batman for a while. She didn’t know how long, but it seemed like approximately the amount of time it takes to produce a feature length animated film... or something. 

Regardless, he was back now. 

Bianca liked Batman because he seemed lonely, like he needed a friend to give him hugs or throw him a party. Sometimes she felt lonely like that, but she had her mom and dad, and from what she’d heard, Batman didn’t. 

Holding him in her hand, Bianca wondered if Batman missed his superhero friends. They were all up in her room, maybe she ought to take-

The door to the stairs opened with a bang.

“Bianca?” Finn called out as he raced down the stairs. “You better not have broken anything. That new tank took me hours to build.”

He pulled up next to her, inspecting the area for damage. 

“I didn’t break your dumb tank.” Bianca stuck her tongue out at his back. “I just came down here to show you something.” She turned to go retrieve the Gemini when Finn suddenly whipped around. 

“Where’s Batman?” He exclaimed. “He’s supposed to be piloting the whole thing.”

“He’s right here!” Bianca extended her arm, the plastic figure still clenched in her hand. 

“Give him back!” Finn grabbed her wrist with one hand and began to pull at Batman with the other.

“Hey!” Bianca yelped. “Let go!”

Finn released her arm and pressed the fist holding Batman against his chest, as if to shield it from her. “You’ve got to stop taking my guys, Bianca,” he muttered darkly.

“I wasn’t taking him,” Bianca bristled. “I was just looking!”

“Uh huh,” Finn scowled. “The same way you were ‘just looking’ at the Justice League?”

“You gave me those guys!”

“Did not!” Finn rebutted. “And I want them back.”

“You can’t do that,” Bianca wailed.

“Can so.”

“Argh!” Bianca tugged at her hair and screamed just a little bit. “You’re the worst!”

Angrily, she stomped up the stairs as loudly as she could, and slammed the door behind her.

Finn’s expression sagged. Quietly, he turned back to his worktable and placed Batman into his seat. As he did so, his attention fell on the little vehicle nearly obscured by Batman’s tank. Gently, he picked the little car up, opened the door, and removed Emmet’s figurine. 

Holding the construction worker tenderly in his palm, Finn couldn’t help but remember all the cool adventures he had made up for his little buddy. About a month ago, when they were shopping for new school supplies, his mom had bought him a big notebook just for writing down some of his stories. He had already filled out a good handful of the pages and had even let Bianca draw in some illustrations. 

He had taken the notebook with him when he went to middle school orientation last week. When the teacher had made his small group go around and share, he had told them that his name was Finn and he liked to play with his Legos and write stories. 

Afterwards, a couple of the kids had asked to see his notebook, and he’d nervously complied. They read through the first few pages, and then most of them seemed to get kind of bored. One kid flipped through the whole book really fast, stopping abruptly on a picture of Unikitty that sprawled messily across both pages. 

The kid laughed, and Finn felt his stomach churn. He suddenly felt like the whole world was ending and the only thing that would stop it would be to snatch his notebook back and hide it somewhere far away. But, the other kids were still holding it and so he’d probably just rip it if he tried. 

“Um, actually,” he stammered, “that one is my sister’s character. Mine, uh, mine has huge fangs and huge claws and uh, can shoot missiles.”

The kids tittered appreciatively at the thought of missiles and cool explosions, but it didn’t make Finn feel as good as he thought it would have. 

Looking down at Emmet, all Finn could see now were the things he couldn’t do. He couldn’t shoot missiles, or do backflips, or take out bad guys, or impress anyone. He wasn’t cool or tough or important or interesting or special. He was embarrassing. 

The sharp plastic edges of the figurine started to jab into Finn’s clammy fingers uncomfortably, causing him to realize how tight his grip had become. Dimly, Finn knew that he wasn’t really upset at Emmet, that it was silly to be upset at a toy. But given that he was a ten year-old boy, the idea of disliking a thinly veiled self-insert was a much more palatable concept than the alternative. 

Setting Emmet back down, Finn turned away, walking up the stairs and out of the basement. As he did so, he failed to notice the newest addition to the downstairs’ collection, and so the Gemini was left to collect dust. 

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“Wow, Nova,” Emmet grinned. “That was a really great story. And so well told, too. I’m really glad I heard it and not like, some kind of fourth-wall breaking, real world analog instead.”

“Pssh,” Nova scoffed, an embarrassed flush rising on her ears. “It was whatever.”

Suddenly, her comm blipped loudly. Nova reached down, pressing a button on her belt to accept the call, and Catastrophe’s voice blasted out. 

“HELLO? NOBLE?” 

She sighed. “Literally who else would it be, Major?”

“GOOD POINT.” Catastrophe coughed awkwardly, causing a jolt of feedback. “ANYWAYS, I HAVE RETRIEVED THE REST OF GROMMET’S CREW AND WE’RE WAITING FOR YOU DOWN BY THE MAIN ENGINE.”

 “Oh!” Nova’s expression brightened. “Alright, we’ll be down in a minute.”

“ALSO PLEASE BRING SOME BAND-AIDS.”

Nova said something in response, but Emmet didn’t hear it. 

The main engine, he thought. That’s what I’m supposed to destroy. Nova’s story still echoed in his mind however, and he couldn’t help but feel ashamed for thinking about destroying a lost and unarmed ship. 

His guide turned toward him, oblivious to his current thoughts. “Come on, dude,” she smiled gently. “You’re gonna love this.”

Quietly, Emmet followed.

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The engine was big. 

Logically, Emmet had known this. He’d seen it on the map earlier, and he remembered thinking to himself wow, that’s pretty big. 

However, seeing it in person, he was utterly struck with the realization that the engine was BIG. 

It was at least two, if not three, stories tall, and it seemed to stretch back infinitely into the ship. The fact that it was constructed out of millions of intricate interlocking pieces only added to the illusion, giving it complexity and depth. 

Even though it was completely off, the way that his eyes couldn’t help but trace the convoluted gears and tracks and tubing of the machine gave it the illusion of movement.

Beside him, Nova nudged his shoulder. “It’s pretty, isn’t it.”

Still bewildered, Emmet couldn’t do much more than nod in mute agreement.

“When it’s on,” she pointed up towards an array of delicate shapes and figures littering the engine, “those all dance and twirl and spin around.” Half turned towards her, Emmet could see how her amber eyes seemed to glow with raw adoration. She was smiling, really smiling, and in the light of the engine room, he suddenly noticed that she had a spattering of light freckles that sprawled across her dimpled cheeks like constellations. 

“ATTENTION EVERYBODY.” Catastrophe addressed him and the five raptors that were standing morosely in the corner of the room. 

“I UNFORTUNATELY CANNOT TURN ON THE ENGINE FOR YOUR DELIGHT AND AMUSEMENT. AS SUCH, I WOULD LIKE TO ASK YOU TO PLEASE IMAGINE THAT IT IS WHOOSHING AROUND AND BEING REALLY SUPER COOL.”

They gave a stiff bow. “THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION.”

For a few minutes, they all stood quietly in front of the engine. Emmet tried his hardest to imagine it in motion, like the Major had requested, and frankly it did seem super cool. Eventually though, Catastrophe spoke up again.

“ATTENTION AGAIN, PLEASE.” They rasped. “IT IS NOW BEDTIME. NOEL, PLEASE ACCOMPANY THE BITEY ONES BACK TO THEIR ROOMS, AND I WILL ESCORT EMILY-”

“Emmet.”

“YES, OF COURSE. I WILL ESCORT HELMET BACK TO HIS ROOM.”  

“Ugh,” Nova grumbled. “Yeah, yeah, alright.” She grabbed the first aid satchel back from the Major and started to herd the raptors out of the room.

“SO,” the Major took Emmet by the elbow and started to lead him down the opposite corridor. “WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE ENGINE?” 

“It’s awesome,” Emmet beamed. “I kinda wish I could see it in action.”

Catastrophe stared at him for a moment, just long enough to make it awkward. “I SEE,” they eventually wheezed before leading him towards his bedroom in relative silence.

When they reached the room, the door hissed open automatically. Emmet stepped into the doorway and couldn’t stop himself from gasping. It was like a luxury hotel room, spacious and well-furnished. He turned back to ask the Major if they’d gotten the right room, but they were gone.   

Alone now, Emmet wandered over to sit on the bed. It was absurdly soft and he couldn’t resist the urge to lie down, pausing only to brush off a few of the decorative pillows and stuffed animals that were taking up the majority of the bed’s surface. In a flash, all his exhaustion caught up to him, and he realized that he probably wasn’t going to get back up until morning.

Absent-mindedly, he picked up one of the stuffed toys that was digging into his side. It was a blue bear, like the one he’d had as a child, long before the world had ended twice-over. 

He frowned. Everything had been so simple this morning, when the Gemini was just a vague threat and there was a straightforward plan to follow. But now, he couldn’t be sure what to do. If he didn’t destroy the engine, then he would fail the seminar and let all his friends down. But if he did destroy it, then Nova and Catastrophe could be stuck here forever. 

Laying on his back, Emmet let his worried thoughts roll through his mind again and again until he slipped into a vague sort of sleep. 

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Apocalypseburg was crumbling. The buildings, the vehicles, even the ground itself was fracturing into a thousand tiny shards. The world was ripping itself apart, accompanied by a symphony of distorted screaming voic-

Lucy fell to the ground, hard. A yelp escaped her lips before she could help it. She looked up, her face twisted in pain, a trace of blood trickling past her brow. There was fear in her ey-

The Rexcelsior streaked through space, its engines gleaming, clearly working at full power. Suddenly, something unseen struck its side, exploding against the hull in a brilliant blast of light. The ship shuddered, rocked by the force of the explosion, sending small sections of ship careening into the void. Its attacker swerved around, avoiding the debris, their guns shimmering as they prepared another volley.

It was the Gemini.

Fully operational.

Its rear engines were spinning, smearing a shimmering golden trail against the backdrop of spa-

Emmet jerked awake. His heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to leap past his ribs altogether. 

It was just a dream, he thought. A- a nightmare maybe. Either way, it wasn’t real. 

But… it had felt real. 

Suddenly, Emmet realized that he was incredibly uncomfortable. His bed was too warm, despite the thinness of the blanket. He needed to get out.

He stood up, feeling the chill of the night air in the sweat on his back. For a moment, he considered calling Rex, telling him about the dream. It usually helped to talk about these things, but… Emmet couldn’t impose. 

It hadn’t been that bad of a dream, he told himself. He could deal with it himself. He’d just go for a quick walk, just to get his mind off things. That was all. 

He stepped out into the hall. The overhead lights were off, but a thin strip of LEDs near the floor emitted a faint blue glow that allowed him to see well enough. He tried to walk gently, so as not to disturb anyone that might still be sleeping. As he was pacing past the bridge, he stopped to look out the vast window. 

It was so quiet and still. Outside the window, glastroids floated by, slowly spinning past one another. The stars in the distance glimmered, and Emmet felt a little better just watching them. He leaned against the dashboard, cupping his cheek in one hand as he stared dreamily out of the window. 

Suddenly, a light on the dash illuminated. Startled, Emmet pulled back, looking frantically to see what he had accidently touched. But, as he searched, he couldn’t see anything that had been disturbed. 

The light blinked again. Beneath it was a label reading “Engine Status”, and beneath that was a readout displaying the word “ACTIVE”.

Emmet stared at the light in confusion. The cold sensation of dread percolated in the back of his mind. Abruptly, he turned on his heel, stalking out of the door and down the corridor towards the engine room. 

As he approached, he crept quieter and quieter, sticking as low to the ground as he could. He could tell he was getting closer, as the ambient light and noise was steadily increasing. Stopping at the entrance, Emmet peered carefully around the doorway.    

Inside the room, he could see Major Catastrophe pacing in front of the vast engine, which had begun to slowly but steadily turn in an intricate motion. Behind them, Nova was bent over, kneeling in front of the machine, performing some kind of maintenance on it. 

As Emmet watched, she grunted and stood up. The engine started to accelerate, and the metallic hum filling the air increased in both frequency and volume. She walked over to the Major’s side, and Emmet suddenly recognized the piece she had been working on - the fuelcell of the Rexplorer. 

“FINALLY,” Catastrophe rubbed their hands together. “WE WILL MAKE IT TO APOC-LICKS-BURG. FINALLY WE CAN SHOW THEM WHAT WE’RE CAPABLE OF!” 

They begin to laugh, a maniacal and distorted sound. 

“Yeah,” Nova agreed, excitement clear in her voice, “I can’t wait!”

The engine twirled faster now, and the activation lights started blinking from red to green. For a long moment, all three characters simply watched the lightshow.

“Do you think,” Nova asked hesitantly. “That Emmet will be upset?”

“MAYBE.” Catastrophe’s mask was illuminated starkly by the glow of the engine, which continued to grow brighter. “BUT HE WON’T BE FOR VERY LONG.”

In his hiding place, Emmet felt utterly betrayed. He turned away from the upsetting scene, pressing his face into his hands. He had trusted them. He had trusted them, and they had stolen his crew and his fuelcell, and they really were planning on attacking his friends just like he’d seen in his dream.

He pressed his palms into his eyelids, trying in vain to stop the tears that were welling up behind them. 

The things that he’d seen… Apocalypseburg being destroyed, Lucy being hurt… he had to stop it. He had to stop the Gemini. 

With a burst of determination, Emmet wiped his face and rose to his feet. Glancing over his shoulder, he could see that Nova and the Major were still preoccupied with restarting the engine. He would show them that he wasn’t as naive as they thought. 

Setting his expression into something hard, Emmet strode into the engine room.

“You stole our fuelcell?” His voice rang out over the drone of the engine, clear and accusatory.

“Emmet?” Both aliens turned to face him, their shock clear on their faces. 

“EVAN,” Catastrophe started, “YOU DON’T UNDERST-” 

“No!” Emmet shouted, ignoring the heat of tears that had somehow snuck past his anger. “No, I understand PERFECTLY. You thought you could trick me, because I’m… because I’m not tough.”

His voice caught in his throat. “B- But, you’re wrong! I am tough. And I’ll prove it to you!”

Buoyed by his rage, Emmet ran towards the engine, easily slipping past the others. 

WHAT MAKES YOU MAD, EMMET?

Trinity’s voice rang in his ears, louder than the engine, louder than his pounding heart.

WHAT MAKES YOU MAD?

That people doubt me, Emmet thought. That people don’t accept me. That people pity me.

W H A T   M A K E S   Y O U   M A D ?

That people don’t think I’m worth anything.

His fist hit the center of the engine. Under his knuckles, the metal screeched. Instantly, the lights flickered, growing to a blinding intensity before dying completely in the blink of an eye. The clockwork pieces and elaborate decorations that had only begun to move seemed to leap from their perches to the unforgiving floor below. There was the sound of things shattering and breaking, the sound of the huge machine grinding to a halt, the sound of its gears chewing themselves to death. 

And then there was silence.  

Panting, Emmet rose to his feet, brushing dust and debris off his suit. Without looking at the others, he moved towards the fuelcell, pulling it effortlessly out of the wreckage. 

“We’ll be leaving now,” he said, his voice cold and flat.

“You… ” Nova fell to her knees, her eyes wide with disbelief. “It can’t be gone.”

Beside her, the Major turned to stare at him with pleading eyes. “BUT,” they wheezed. “WHY?”

Emmet walked past them, trying to remember where they’d placed his crewmates. He looked back, just for a second, at the wreckage. 

“You shouldn’t have taken my stuff.”

#lego movie 2 #tlm2 #emmet brickowski #rex dangervest #obligatory sad chapter lol #plus a totally not foreshadowing dream sequence #plus a flashback within a flashback wowa #and they said it couldnt be done

[i-wanna-make-you-love-me]

The Future Is Now! Get Your Very Own 'Back to the Future' Hoverboard

Remember the impressive scene from Back to the Future? The one when Marty's flying around on a hoverboard getting gone after by those insane men? Certainly you do. It's one of one of the most prominent flicks of perpetuity as well as most of us wanted a hoverboard. Admit it. You could not wait up until they were developed. Well girls and also gents, the wait mores than. You could now take to the skies on your personal hoverboard in a lucid desire. Dreamboarding is the future This needs to be just one of one of the most amazing things I have actually ever before experienced. I utilized to consider having my own hoverboard my whole childhood years. I assumed it would never be feasible, unless perhaps I was cryogenically frozen for a century. Today we could all have one. As well as we could all experience the future a century early. It gets far better. Your dreamboard is 1,000,000 x far better compared to Marty's. You can do a lot more points than float around a few inches above the ground. You could: Fly high into the sky, doing loop the loops as well as weaving around skyscrapers Browse tsunamis traveling at 500 miles each hour Slide down the biggest snow-capped hills worldwide at warp speed Travel to the far reaches of celestial spaces and experience aliens Use it to travel to exotic areas all over the world The opportunities are endless and you can explore them every evening. You can live the future today, in your lucid desires. Just how high is expensive? You think 5 inches is also reduced? Don't worry. Dreamboards do not have height restrictions. You could fly to whatever elevation you desire. Whether you intend to zip around the New york city horizon or travel around the Galaxy, it makes no distinction. Retreat adversary pursuers or simply see exactly how quick you could navigate the structures without getting squashed or sampling concrete. When you start to fly you can do anything you desire. You can also ask your subconscious to allow you fly with one of the most astonishingly spectacular lands only it can imagine. Yes, it works on water It's too bad Marty couldn't get to the opposite of the fish pond. If he really did not take the board I 'd inform him to request for a reimbursement. Your board is produced the water. You're most likely questioning just how your hoverboard could hover on water. Certain, you can get caught up in the details, but allowed's just claim it can do anything since it's a desire. If you still can't accept that you'll simply need to sink or stay out the water. Although I'm claiming you can browse a tsunami it's maybe better if you begin on smaller sized waves. Start at California as well as function your means up to Hawaii. You can be conventional and browse like a regular person, or you could speed straight into the waves and also catch substantial air while seeing how many backflips you can do. Are you prepared to take on Everest? The excellent aspect of having a flying board is you do not need to climb Everest before you can snowboard down it Incidentally, I have actually not actually climbed up Everest in real life. As a matter of fact, I have no idea just what it appears like. Perhaps it would be much better to call it an enormous dream mountain covered in snow. This mountain of yours needs to have huge decreases and crazy liftoff ramps. Do not just accompany for the trip. The more crazy, the much more amazing. Exactly how do you make the board? You don't should have a tiny little board like Marty. It can be any size/shape you want. My board looks like a small snowboard. Below's one more one of my high quality illustrations to provide you an idea. First you need to have a photo in your mind exactly what you want. After that you must reverse while assuming it will be behind you. If it's not there, attempt once more however this time around ask the dream to help you. Remember, it may not be specifically as you envisioned it the very first time of asking. You need to keep duplicating the commands until it fits your specific specifications. It'll be trial and error till you start. The best ways to regulate it. You're probably thinking, "How do I control a dreamboard?" You could regulate it nonetheless you like. Whatever makes you really feel comfortable and also fits in with your idea of how it ought to work. The most convenient method to control it is having complete idea it can do the important things you desire it to. Besides, your mind is the engine that's going to make it function. By picking the guidelines, you know it'll function. This is how I control my own In case you're unsure of exactly what I mean by control, or maybe you just want a little inspiration, I'll tell you just how I manage my board. As I claimed in the past, mine looks like a tiny snowboard other than it does not have any type of bindings as well as I do not need to wear heavy boots. No way! This is my dream and I don't need to literally connect myself to it. I could simply step on and also I'm not going to diminish. The only means I could step off the board is by recognizing I want to end up being detached from it. This is so I don't lose it in the middle of a backflip or something. How does it really move? If you're on a wave or moving down a mountain it's very obvious. Structure energy when you're on flat ground or flying is an additional matter. Remember it's all in the mind. If you can do that, you can do practically anything. Reflect to a time when you really felt energy. Maybe when you're speeding up in your vehicle, or when you have actually rolled down a hillside on your bike. Just envision this momentum, the feeling you felt inside your body as you moved on as well as your board will accelerate. You can do the very same when you wish to reduce. Use the feeling of slowdown and also your board will certainly decrease. Flying is harder Just how can you inform a person how you can fly, not to mention on a hoverboard? I believe it is just one of those things you simply need to pursue on your own. If you've flown before you'll know exactly how it functions. You simply have to use your mind. Accelerate as well as see to it you're directing in the appropriate direction. It's going to be simple for individuals that have attempted board sports prior to. You have actually obtained the feeling developed right into your brain. If you haven't after that you're probably not mosting likely to read this write-up anyway. Go off now and also try it for yourself, and return as well as let me recognize just what journeys you had.

[arinomama]

The Future Is Currently! Order Your Very Own 'Back to the Future' Hoverboard

Keep in mind the incredible scene from Back to the Future? The one when Marty's flying around on a hoverboard getting chased by those crazy individuals? Of course you do. It's one of one of the most popular motion pictures of all time and most of us desired a hoverboard. Admit it. You could not wait up until they were invented. Well ladies as well as gents, the wait mores than. You can now require to the skies on your personal hoverboard in a lucid dream. Dreamboarding is the future This needs to be one of one of the most exciting things I have actually ever experienced. I utilized to think of having my own hoverboard my whole childhood. I assumed it would never be feasible, unless maybe I was cryogenically iced up for a hundred years. Today we could all have one. As well as we could all experience the future a century early. It gets far better. Your dreamboard is 1,000,000 x far better than Marty's. You can do a lot more things than float around a couple of inches in the air. You might: Fly high into the skies, doing loophole the loopholes as well as weaving around skyscrapers Browse tsunamis taking a trip at 500 miles per hr Move down the most significant snow-capped mountains worldwide at lightning speed Traveling to the far reaches of celestial spaces and also experience aliens Use it to take a trip to unique areas around the world The opportunities are endless and also you could explore them every night. You can live the future right now, in your lucid desires. Just how high is too high? You believe 5 inches is too low? Don't worry. Dreamboards don't have elevation limitations. You could fly to whatever height you want. Whether you want to whiz around the New york city skyline or travel around the Milky Way, it makes no difference. Getaway adversary pursuers or just see exactly how rapid you can navigate the structures without obtaining compressed or sampling concrete. As soon as you start to fly you can do anything you desire. You can also ask your subconscious to allow you fly through the most exceptionally awesome lands only it might imagine. Yes, it deals with water It's too bad Marty could not reach the other side of the pond. If he really did not take the board I 'd tell him to ask for a refund. Your board is created the water. You're possibly questioning exactly how your hoverboard could hover on water. Certain, you can obtain caught up in the information, yet allowed's simply state it can do anything because it's a dream. If you still cannot approve that you'll simply need to sink or stay out the water. Although I'm stating you can surf a tidal wave it's maybe far better if you start on smaller waves. Start at California and also function your method as much as Hawaii. You can be conventional and surf like a typical individual, or you could speed straight right into the waves and also capture massive air while seeing how many backflips you can do. Are you prepared to take on Everest? The fantastic aspect of having a flying board is you don't have to climb up Everest before you could snowboard down it Incidentally, I've not in fact climbed up Everest in reality. Actually, I have no suggestion what it looks like. Maybe it would be much better to call it a massive dream mountain covered in snow. This mountain of your own needs to have substantial decreases as well as crazy liftoff ramps. Don't just accompany for the trip. The even more crazy, the extra exciting. How do you make the board? You don't need to have a tiny little board like Marty. It can be any kind of size/shape you desire. My board resembles a tiny snowboard. Here's another one of my premium quality illustrations to give you an idea. First you should have a picture in your mind what you desire. After that you must reverse while believing it will certainly be behind you. If it's not there, try again yet this time around ask the dream to help you. Bear in mind, it may not be precisely as you pictured it the first time of asking. You need to maintain repeating the commands until it fits your specific specs. It'll be experimentation up until you start. How you can control it. You're possibly thinking, "Just how do I control a dreamboard?" You could regulate it nonetheless you like. Whatever makes you really feel comfy as well as harmonizes your concept of just how it should work. The simplest method to control it is having complete idea it can do the things you want it to. After all, your mind is the engine that's mosting likely to make it work. By picking the guidelines, you know it'll function. This is just how I regulate my own In case you're not sure of exactly just what I imply by control, or maybe you simply want a bit of motivation, I'll inform you exactly how I control my board. As I said in the past, my own resembles a small snowboard except it does not have any bindings as well as I do not need to put on hefty boots. No chance! This is my desire as well as I don't need to physically connect myself to it. I could simply step on and also I'm not mosting likely to diminish. The only means I could step off the board is by knowing I intend to end up being removed from it. This is so I don't lose it in the middle of a backflip or something. Exactly how does it actually relocate? If you get on a wave or moving down a mountain it's very obvious. Building energy when you get on level ground or flying is an additional issue. Remember it's all in the mind. If you can do that, you can do practically anything. Think back to a time when you really felt energy. It could be when you're speeding up in your automobile, or when you've rolled down a hill on your bike. Just imagine this energy, the feeling you really felt inside your body as you moved on as well as your board will increase. You can do the exact same when you wish to decrease. Make use of the feeling of deceleration and your board will certainly reduce. Traveling is more difficult How can you inform a person the best ways to fly, let alone on a hoverboard? I believe it is just one of those points you just need to try for yourself. If you have actually flown prior to you'll recognize exactly how it functions. You simply need to utilize your mind. Accelerate as well as see to it you're pointing in the ideal direction. It's going to be very easy for individuals that have actually attempted board sports prior to. You've obtained the feeling built right into your brain. If you haven't after that you're possibly not going to read this short article anyhow. Go off currently and also try it for yourself, as well as come back and let me recognize exactly what experiences you had.

[blackrabbit1997]

The Future Is Currently! Get Your Very Own 'Back to the Future' Hoverboard

Keep in mind the incredible scene from Back to the Future? The one when Marty's flying about on a hoverboard obtaining chased after by those crazy individuals? Certainly you do. It's one of the most prominent motion pictures of all time and all of us desired a hoverboard. Confess. You couldn't wait till they were developed. Well ladies and gents, the wait mores than. You could currently take to the skies on your very own hoverboard in a lucid dream. Dreamboarding is the future This has to be just one of one of the most amazing points I've ever before experienced. I utilized to think of having my own hoverboard my entire childhood. I assumed it would never be possible, unless maybe I was cryogenically frozen for a hundred years. And now we could all have one. And also we could all experience the future a century early. It obtains better. Your dreamboard is 1,000,000 x far better compared to Marty's. You can do far more things than float around a couple of inches in the air. You could: Fly high into the skies, doing loop the loopholes as well as weaving around skyscrapers Surf tidal wave traveling at 500 miles each hour Move down the largest snow-capped mountains worldwide at warp speed Travel to the much reaches of deep space and encounter aliens Use it to take a trip to exotic locations around the globe The possibilities are unlimited as well as you can discover them every evening. You could live the future now, in your lucid desires. Exactly how high is too high? You think 5 inches is too low? Don't worry. Dreamboards do not have height limitations. You could fly to whatever elevation you want. Whether you want to whiz around the New york city horizon or travel around the Milky Way, it makes no distinction. Getaway opponent pursuers or simply see how fast you can steer the buildings without getting compressed or sampling concrete. When you begin to fly you can do anything you want. You could even ask your subconscious to allow you fly via one of the most incredibly spectacular lands only it can envision. Yes, it services water It's regrettable Marty could not get to the opposite of the fish pond. If he really did not steal the board I 'd inform him to request a refund. Your board is made for the water. You're probably questioning how your hoverboard could float on water. Certain, you can obtain caught up in the information, but allowed's simply say it can do anything due to the fact that it's a desire. If you still can not approve that you'll simply have to sink or stay out the water. Although I'm saying you can browse a tidal wave it's possibly better if you start on smaller waves. Begin at The golden state as well as function your method as much as Hawaii. You can be typical and also browse like a regular individual, or you can speed straight right into the waves as well as catch large air while seeing how many backflips you can do. Are you ready to tackle Everest? The terrific aspect of having a flying board is you don't should climb up Everest before you could snowboard down it Incidentally, I've not actually climbed Everest in real life. As a matter of fact, I have no idea exactly what it looks like. Possibly it would be far better to call it a substantial dream mountain covered in snow. This hill of your own should have enormous drops as well as insane take-off ramps. Do not just accompany for the flight. The even more crazy, the more interesting. How do you make the board? You do not should have a tiny little board like Marty. It can be any kind of size/shape you want. My board appears like a little snowboard. Below's one more among my top quality drawings to give you a concept. First you need to have a picture in your mind what you desire. Then you need to turn around while believing it will certainly be behind you. If it's not there, try once again however this moment ask the desire in order to help you. Bear in mind, it might not be specifically as you envisioned it the first time of asking. You need to maintain duplicating the commands till it fits your specific specs. It'll be trial and error until you start. How you can control it. You're most likely thinking, "Just how do I regulate a dreamboard?" You could regulate it nevertheless you such as. Whatever makes you feel comfy and harmonizes your concept of just how it must work. The easiest method to manage it is having full belief it can do the things you desire it to. After all, your mind is the engine that's going to make it work. By selecting the rules, you recognize it'll work. This is exactly how I manage mine In case you're unsure of exactly what I mean by control, or possibly you simply want a little bit of ideas, I'll tell you just how I regulate my board. As I claimed before, my own looks like a tiny snowboard except it does not have any kind of bindings and also I do not need to put on heavy boots. No way! This is my desire and also I don't have to physically connect myself to it. I could just step on as well as I'm not going to fall off. The only way I could step off the board is by knowing I want to end up being detached from it. This is so I do not lose it in the middle of a backflip or something. Just how does it in fact relocate? If you get on a wave or gliding down a hill it's very obvious. Building momentum when you get on level ground or flying is one more issue. Remember it's all in the mind. If you can do that, you can do practically anything. Reflect to a time when you really felt energy. It could be when you're increasing in your vehicle, or when you have actually rolled down a hill on your bike. Just imagine this energy, the feeling you really felt inside your body as you moved on and your board will certainly speed up. You can do the same when you wish to decrease. Utilize the feeling of deceleration and also your board will slow down. Traveling is trickier Exactly how can you tell someone ways to fly, not to mention on a hoverboard? I assume it is just one of those points you just have to pursue yourself. If you've flown prior to you'll recognize how it works. You simply have to utilize your mind. Increase as well as make certain you're directing in the ideal instructions. It's going to be easy for people who have attempted board sports before. You've obtained the sensation constructed right into your mind. If you haven't then you're most likely not mosting likely to read this article anyway. Go off currently and try it on your own, and also come back and also let me understand just what experiences you had.

[louils]

The Future Is Now! Grab Your Personal 'Back to the Future' Hoverboard

Remember the impressive scene from Back to the Future? The one when Marty's flying about on a hoverboard getting gone after by those insane people? Obviously you do. It is among the most popular motion pictures of perpetuity as well as all of us wanted a hoverboard. Admit it. You could not wait up until they were developed. Well ladies and also gents, the wait mores than. You can currently take to the skies on your very own hoverboard in a lucid dream. Dreamboarding is the future This has to be one of the most exciting things I've ever experienced. I made use of to consider having my very own hoverboard my whole childhood years. I believed it would never be feasible, unless perhaps I was cryogenically iced up for a century. Today we can all have one. And we could all experience the future a hundred years early. It gets much better. Your dreamboard is 1,000,000 x much better compared to Marty's. You can do a lot more points compared to float around a couple of inches above the ground. You could: Fly high right into the skies, doing loop the loopholes and weaving around skyscrapers Surf tsunamis taking a trip at 500 miles per hour Move down the largest snow-capped hills in the world at warp speed Traveling to the far reaches of deep space as well as encounter aliens Utilize it to take a trip to unique places around the world The opportunities are endless and also you can explore them every evening. You could live the future today, in your lucid desires. How high is too expensive? You assume 5 inches is too low? Don't worry. Dreamboards don't have elevation limitations. You can fly to whatever height you desire. Whether you want to zoom around the New york city sky line or travel around the Milky Way, it makes no distinction. Getaway enemy pursuers or just see just how rapid you can steer the buildings without getting compressed or sampling concrete. When you begin to fly you can do anything you desire. You can even ask your subconscious to let you fly through one of the most surprisingly awesome lands just it could picture. Yes, it works on water It's regrettable Marty couldn't reach the opposite of the fish pond. If he really did not steal the board I would certainly inform him to request for a reimbursement. Your board is made for the water. You're possibly asking yourself exactly how your hoverboard can float on water. Sure, you could obtain caught up in the information, but allowed's simply claim it can do anything since it's a dream. If you still can not approve that you'll simply need to sink or stay out the water. Although I'm saying you can surf a tidal wave it's possibly much better if you start on smaller sized waves. Start at California and function your means approximately Hawaii. You can be conventional as well as surf like a normal person, or you could speed straight into the waves and also catch large air while seeing the number of backflips you can do. Are you all set to deal with Everest? The fantastic feature of having a flying board is you do not have to climb Everest before you can snowboard down it Incidentally, I have actually not actually climbed up Everest in the real world. As a matter of fact, I have no suggestion just what it looks like. Maybe it would be better to call it an enormous dream hill covered in snow. This mountain of yours needs to have substantial decreases and crazy take-off ramps. Do not simply go along for the ride. The more insane, the a lot more interesting. How do you make the board? You don't should have a small little board like Marty. It can be any size/shape you want. My board resembles a tiny snowboard. Right here's an additional one of my premium quality illustrations to provide you a concept. First you should have an image in your mind just what you desire. Then you need to turn around while assuming it will certainly lag you. If it's not there, try once more yet this moment ask the dream to help you. Bear in mind, it could not be specifically as you pictured it the first time of asking. You need to maintain repeating the commands up until it fits your precise specifications. It'll be trial and error until you start. The best ways to control it. You're most likely believing, "Just how do I regulate a dreamboard?" You can control it nonetheless you like. Whatever makes you really feel comfy and also harmonizes your concept of exactly how it must work. The easiest method to control it is having full idea it can do things you want it to. After all, your mind is the engine that's going to make it function. By choosing the guidelines, you know it'll function. This is exactly how I regulate mine In case you're not sure of precisely just what I indicate by control, or perhaps you simply want a bit of ideas, I'll inform you just how I control my board. As I stated previously, mine looks like a tiny snowboard other than it does not have any type of bindings and I don't need to put on heavy boots. No way! This is my dream and I do not need to physically attach myself to it. I can just step on and also I'm not mosting likely to fall off. The only way I can step off the board is by recognizing I intend to come to be detached from it. This is so I do not lose it in the middle of a backflip or something. Exactly how does it really relocate? If you're on a wave or sliding down a hill it's very self-explanatory. Structure momentum when you get on level ground or flying is one more matter. Remember it's done in the mind. If you can do that, you can do almost anything. Reflect to a time when you felt momentum. It could be when you're increasing in your auto, or when you've rolled down a hillside on your bike. Simply imagine this energy, the sensation you felt inside your body as you moved on and your board will certainly accelerate. You can do the same when you wish to slow down. Make use of the feeling of deceleration as well as your board will slow down. Flying is more difficult How can you tell a person how to fly, not to mention on a hoverboard? I assume it is among those things you simply need to try for on your own. If you have actually flown prior to you'll know how it functions. You simply need to utilize your mind. Increase and make certain you're directing in the right direction. It's mosting likely to be simple for people that have attempted board sports before. You have actually obtained the sensation built into your mind. If you have not then you're probably not mosting likely to read this write-up anyway. Go off currently as well as try it for yourself, as well as come back and also let me understand just what adventures you had.

[ladolcebeta]

The Future Is Currently! Order Your Personal 'Back to the Future' Hoverboard

Remember the incredible scene from Back to the Future? The one when Marty's flying about on a hoverboard getting chased by those insane individuals? Naturally you do. It is among the most popular movies of all time and we all wanted a hoverboard . Admit it. You couldn't wait up until they were invented. Well ladies and gents, the wait mores than. You could now require to the skies on your own hoverboard in a lucid dream. Dreamboarding is the future This has to be one of one of the most amazing points I have actually ever before experienced. I utilized to consider having my own hoverboard my entire youth. I believed it would never ever be feasible, unless perhaps I was cryogenically frozen for a hundred years. But now we can all have one. And we can all experience the future a hundred years early. It obtains much better. Your dreamboard is 1,000,000 x much better compared to Marty's. You could do a lot more points compared to float around a couple of inches in the air. You can: Fly high into the sky, doing loophole the loopholes as well as weaving around skyscrapers Browse tsunamis taking a trip at 500 miles each hr Slide down the biggest snow-capped hills in the world at lightning speed Travel to the much reaches of deep space as well as encounter aliens Utilize it to take a trip to exotic locations worldwide The possibilities are endless and you could discover them every night. You could live the future today, in your lucid desires. Exactly how high is too expensive? You think 5 inches is also low? Don't worry. Dreamboards do not have elevation limitations. You could fly to whatever height you desire. Whether you want to zoom around the New York sky line or travel around the Galaxy, it makes no difference. Retreat adversary pursuers or simply see exactly how rapid you could navigate the structures without getting squashed or sampling concrete. When you begin to fly you can do anything you want. You can even ask your subconscious to allow you fly with the most remarkably impressive lands only it can think of. Yes, it works on water It's too bad Marty could not get to the other side of the pond. If he didn't steal the board I would certainly inform him to request a reimbursement. Your board is produced the water. You're possibly questioning just how your hoverboard can float on water. Certain, you can get caught up in the information, but allowed's just say it can do anything because it's a desire. If you still cannot approve that you'll just need to sink or stay out the water. Although I'm saying you can surf a tsunami it's possibly better if you start on smaller sized waves. Begin at California and work your method approximately Hawaii. You can be conventional as well as surf like a typical individual, or you can speed up directly into the waves and also capture massive air while seeing the number of backflips you can do. Are you prepared to deal with Everest? The wonderful aspect of having a flying board is you do not have to climb up Everest prior to you can snowboard down it Incidentally, I've not in fact climbed Everest in reality. Actually, I have no idea just what it appears like. Perhaps it would be far better to call it a substantial desire hill covered in snow. This hill of yours needs to have large declines and insane take-off ramps. Do not simply accompany for the trip. The more crazy, the much more interesting. Just how do you make the board? You do not need to have a small little board like Marty. It can be any kind of size/shape you want. My board looks like a tiny snowboard. Right here's an additional one of my premium quality illustrations to give you a concept. First you have to have a photo in your mind exactly what you want. Then you need to turn around while assuming it will certainly lag you. If it's not there, try once again but this time ask the desire to assist you. Remember, it may not be specifically as you envisioned it the first time of asking. You should keep repeating the commands up until it fits your exact specs. It'll be trial and error till you start. The best ways to control it. You're most likely thinking, "Exactly how do I control a dreamboard?" You can manage it nonetheless you such as. Whatever makes you feel comfy as well as harmonizes your idea of how it should work. The simplest means to manage it is having complete idea it can do the important things you want it to. Besides, your mind is the engine that's mosting likely to make it function. By selecting the policies, you recognize it'll function. This is just how I control mine In case you're unsure of exactly what I indicate by control, or possibly you just desire a little motivation, I'll tell you how I regulate my board. As I stated previously, mine appears like a tiny snowboard except it doesn't have any type of bindings as well as I do not have to use heavy boots. No chance! This is my dream and also I don't have to physically connect myself to it. I could just step on and I'm not mosting likely to diminish. The only way I could step off the board is by knowing I wish to come to be separated from it. This is so I don't lose it in the middle of a backflip or something. How does it actually relocate? If you're on a wave or sliding down a hill it's very obvious. Structure energy when you're on level ground or flying is another matter. Remember it's done in the mind. If you can do that, you can do almost anything. Reflect to a time when you really felt momentum. It could be when you're increasing in your automobile, or when you have actually rolled down a hill on your bike. Simply picture this energy, the feeling you felt inside your body as you moved forward as well as your board will accelerate. You can do the same when you wish to decrease. Use the sensation of deceleration and also your board will certainly decrease. Flying is more difficult Just how can you inform somebody the best ways to fly, let alone on a hoverboard? I assume it is just one of those things you just need to pursue on your own. If you've flown before you'll understand exactly how it functions. You simply need to utilize your mind. Accelerate and ensure you're directing in the right instructions. It's going to be simple for people who have tried board sports prior to. You have actually obtained the sensation developed right into your mind. If you haven't after that you're possibly not mosting likely to read this article anyway. Go off currently as well as try it for yourself, as well as come back and let me recognize just what experiences you had.

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Keep in mind the incredible scene from Back to the Future? The one when Marty's flying around on a hoverboard getting chased by those insane individuals? It's one of the most popular movies of all time as well as we all desired a hoverboard. You could not wait until they were invented. Well women and also gents, the delay mores than. You can now take to the skies on your personal hoverboard in a lucid desire. Dreamboarding is the future This needs to be one of the most exciting things I've ever experienced. I made use of to think of having my very own hoverboard my whole youth. I assumed it would certainly never be feasible, unless maybe I was cryogenically frozen for a century. Currently we could all have one. As well as we can all experience the future a hundred years early. It gets a lot better. Fly high into the skies, doing loophole the loopholes as well as weaving around skyscrapers Browse tsunamis traveling at 500 miles per hour Slide down the biggest snow-capped mountains on the planet at warp speed Traveling to the much reaches of deep space and experience aliens Use it to take a trip to unique locations worldwide The opportunities are endless and you can discover them every evening. You could live the future now, in your lucid dreams. How high is expensive? You think 5 inches is also reduced? Don't worry. Dreamboards don't have height limits. You could fly to whatever height you desire. Whether you want to zip around the New York sky line or take a trip around the Milky Way, it makes no difference. Getaway enemy pursuers or simply see just how rapid you could navigate the structures without obtaining compressed or tasting concrete. As quickly as you start to fly you can do anything you desire. You could even ask your subconscious to let you fly via the most incredibly impressive lands only it can visualize. Yes, it works with water If he didn't steal the board I would certainly tell him to ask for a refund. Your board is made for the water. Certain, you could obtain caught up in the information, but allowed's simply claim it can do anything since it's a dream. If you still can't approve that you'll simply need to sink or stay out the water. Although I'm stating you could surf a tsunami it's perhaps better if you begin on smaller sized waves. Beginning at The golden state and also function your means as much as Hawaii. You can be standard and browse like a regular individual, or you can speed up straight right into the waves as well as catch massive air while seeing the amount of backflips you can do. Are you prepared to tackle Everest? The wonderful thing about having a flying board is you do not need to climb Everest before you can snowboard down it By the way, I've not really climbed up Everest in the real world. I have no idea what it looks like. Possibly it would be better to call it a huge desire mountain covered in snow. Do not simply go along for the flight. Exactly how do you make the board? You do not need to have a small little board like Marty. My board looks like a little snowboard. First you should have a picture in your mind exactly what you desire. You should turn around while believing it will certainly be behind you. If it's not there, try again but this time around ask the dream in order to help you. Bear in mind, it might not be precisely as you imagined it the very first time of asking. You should keep duplicating the commands up until it fits your precise requirements. It'll be experimentation till you get going. The best ways to regulate it. You're possibly believing, "Just how do I control a dreamboard?" You can control it nonetheless you like. Whatever makes you feel comfy as well as fits in with your concept of just how it should work. The most convenient means to regulate it is having complete idea it can do things you want it to. Nevertheless, your mind is the engine that's going to make it work. By choosing the rules, you recognize it'll work. This is exactly how I regulate mine In case you're unsure of exactly just what I imply by control, or maybe you simply want a little bit of inspiration, I'll inform you exactly how I manage my board. As I stated previously, mine looks like a tiny snowboard except it does not have any kind of bindings and also I do not have to put on heavy boots. No chance! This is my desire and I don't need to physically connect myself to it. I could just step on and also I'm not going to diminish. The only means I could step off the board is by understanding I intend to become detached from it. This is so I don't lose it in the middle of a backflip or something. Exactly how does it actually move? If you're on a wave or moving down a hill it's pretty self-explanatory. Structure energy when you're on level ground or flying is another matter. Remember it's done in the mind. If you can do that, you can do virtually anything. Reflect to a time when you felt energy. Maybe when you're accelerating in your cars and truck, or when you have actually rolled down a hillside on your bike. Just envision this energy, the sensation you really felt inside your body as you moved on as well as your board will increase. You can do the exact same when you wish to reduce. Use the sensation of slowdown as well as your board will certainly decrease. Flying is more difficult Exactly how can you tell a person exactly how to fly, let alone on a hoverboard? If you have actually flown prior to you'll understand exactly how it works. It's going to be simple for people that have actually tried board sports before. Go off now and try it for on your own, as well as come back as well as let me recognize just what experiences you had.

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The Future Is Now! Order Your Very Own 'Back to the Future' Hoverboard

Remember the outstanding scene from Back to the Future? The one when Marty's flying about on a hoverboard getting chased by those crazy individuals? Certainly you do. It's one of one of the most preferred motion pictures of perpetuity and all of us desired a hoverboard. Admit it. You could not wait until they were developed. Well ladies as well as gents, the wait mores than. You can now require to the skies on your personal hoverboard in a lucid desire. Dreamboarding is the future This has to be among one of the most exciting things I've ever before experienced. I utilized to think of having my very own hoverboard my whole childhood years. I believed it would never ever be feasible, unless possibly I was cryogenically frozen for a century. Today we could all have one. As well as we could all experience the future a hundred years early. It gets far better. Your dreamboard is 1,000,000 x far better than Marty's. You can do far more things compared to float around a few inches above the ground. You can: Fly high into the skies, doing loop the loops as well as weaving around skyscrapers Browse tsunamis taking a trip at 500 miles each hr Move down the most significant snow-capped mountains in the world at warp speed Travel to the far reaches of outer space and also encounter aliens Use it to take a trip to unique locations around the world The possibilities are countless as well as you could explore them every evening. You can live the future right now, in your lucid dreams. Just how high is too high? You think 5 inches is too reduced? Don't worry. Dreamboards don't have elevation limitations. You can fly to whatever height you desire. Whether you want to zip around the New york city horizon or take a trip around the Galaxy, it makes no difference. Escape opponent pursuers or just see how quick you can maneuver the structures without obtaining squashed or tasting concrete. When you begin to fly you can do anything you desire. You can even ask your subconscious to let you fly via the most incredibly awesome lands only it could visualize. Yes, it works with water It's too bad Marty couldn't reach the other side of the pond. If he didn't steal the board I would certainly inform him to ask for a refund. Your board is produced the water. You're most likely asking yourself just how your hoverboard can float on water. Certain, you can get caught up in the details, but let's just say it can do anything due to the fact that it's a dream. If you still cannot approve that you'll simply need to sink or avoid the water. Although I'm stating you could surf a tidal wave it's maybe much better if you begin on smaller sized waves. Beginning at The golden state and work your way as much as Hawaii. You can be conventional and browse like a typical individual, or you could speed straight right into the waves and capture enormous air while seeing how many backflips you can do. Are you prepared to tackle Everest? The great feature of having a flying board is you do not have to climb up Everest prior to you can snowboard down it By the way, I've not actually climbed Everest in real life. I have no concept exactly what it looks like. Maybe it would be much better to call it a substantial desire mountain covered in snow. This hill of your own should have massive decreases and also crazy take-off ramps. Don't simply accompany for the ride. The even more insane, the a lot more exciting. Just how do you make the board? You don't need to have a tiny little board like Marty. My board looks like a small snowboard. First you need to have a picture in your mind exactly what you desire. You ought to transform around while assuming it will be behind you. If it's not there, try once again yet this time ask the desire to help you. Remember, it could not be exactly as you pictured it the first time of asking. You need to keep duplicating the commands up until it fits your exact requirements. It'll be trial and error up until you start. How you can manage it. You're most likely assuming, "Exactly how do I regulate a dreamboard?" You could regulate it nonetheless you such as. Whatever makes you feel comfortable and fits in with your idea of just how it must function. The most convenient method to manage it is having complete idea it can do things you desire it to. Besides, your mind is the engine that's mosting likely to make it work. By choosing the guidelines, you recognize it'll function. This is how I control my own In case you're unclear of exactly just what I indicate by control, or perhaps you simply desire a little inspiration, I'll inform you exactly how I regulate my board. As I stated before, mine appears like a tiny snowboard except it doesn't have any bindings and I don't need to use hefty boots. No way! This is my dream as well as I do not need to physically connect myself to it. I could just step on and I'm not going to diminish. The only way I can step off the board is by knowing I want to end up being detached from it. This is so I do not lose it in the middle of a backflip or something. Exactly how does it actually move? If you get on a wave or moving down a mountain it's rather obvious. Structure energy when you're on flat ground or flying is an additional matter. Remember it's done in the mind. If you can do that, you can do virtually anything. Think back to a time when you felt energy. Maybe when you're speeding up in your vehicle, or when you have actually rolled down a hill on your bike. Simply envision this momentum, the feeling you really felt inside your body as you moved forward and also your board will speed up. You can do the exact same when you intend to decrease. Use the sensation of slowdown and your board will reduce. Traveling is harder How can you tell someone the best ways to fly, not to mention on a hoverboard ? I assume it is just one of those things you simply have to pursue yourself. If you have actually flown prior to you'll understand just how it works. You just have to utilize your mind. Increase and also make sure you're aiming in the appropriate instructions. It's going to be easy for individuals who have actually attempted board sporting activities before. Go off now as well as try it for yourself, and come back and allow me understand just what experiences you had.