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daylane · 2 days

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Free resource for artists and designers!!

I made a website where artists and designers can get color palette inspo from fire hydrants I've 3D scanned all over the US

Some of my favorites:

There are about 100 hydrants so far and I'm continuing to add more all the time

Public infrastructure is sexy, baby!!!!!! Pass it on!!

dayroselane.com/hydrants

#artists on tumblr #art resources #art reference #color palette #color theory #polycam #art #my work

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bobbiedebruyn · 2 days

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MIKE FAIST as ART DONALDSON in Challengers (2024)

#challengers #challengersedit #art donaldson #mike faist #filmedit #filmgifs #movieedit #moviegifs #dailyflicks #fyeahmovies #userstream #userbbelcher #my work

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autism-corner · 3 days

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got a new chat in NB. what does this mean.

#BACK AGAIN WITH A LAPTOP SHITPOST YAYY #who am i again.#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me nightbringer #sillyposting #my work #sure why not. this is art.#im trying to be mister funny guy again. please laugh <3 #im actually so behind on my NB messages. and OG aswell....#my birthday was a MONTH ago and i still havent listened to the bday calls T-T i feel so bad.....

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beealexageek · 2 days

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Zutara Month 2024

Day 18

Prompt: Alter - Ego

(1/3)

[ID: I like the headcanon that after the war both Zuko and Katara put on their Blue Spirit and Painted Lady masks respectively because winning the war does not mean there is peace immediately or everywhere. Now, add the factor that neither of them knows the other's secret identity, they know that there is a vigilante hanging around just like them (or maybe this one is a real spirit) and that's it. Until finally, in the middle of the night and after working together to scare away some bandits who were tormenting a small village, Zuko is the first to realize who is behind the makeup.]

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stasevichstudio · 6 hours

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Where it started.

Where at least 3 hours got me.

What do you mean do I regret my life choices.

#my work #ceramics #my art #birds #nature art #pottery #sculpture #kingfisher #art

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needypisces · 3 days

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me and the boys in the hotel lobby

It had been surprisingly easy for Tashi to maneuver Art and Patrick into position. Not that she doubted herself, but she was starting to doubt their claim that mutual masturbation was the extent of their shared sexual history.

Their legs were slung over each other, a tangle of muscled thighs and calves that Tashi sat alongside. It was a beautiful view, Patrick’s hairy legs and Art’s smooth intertwined to the point that their pelvises slotted together. They were both so hard and so willing, and it was so easy for her to do as she intended, to gather their cocks together. She had to use both hands, would’ve had to for just Patrick anyway.

"Oh," Art breathed as Tashi pressed them together in her palms. Patrick hummed in agreement, but his breath came out short when she leaned her head over their crotches, close enough for her hot breath to hit their sensitive skin. They both watched, awestruck, waiting, hoping, for her to stick out her tongue and taste.

Their disappointment didn't last long when she simply spit into her palms, gathering the makeshift lube with the precum already flowing from both boys and twisting her wrist in a single upward stroke. Tashi wasted no time in building a rhythm that had both boys keening.

"Fuck," Patrick muttered. He'd gotten hand jobs before, obviously, but never from a girl like this, and never, even in his dreams, with his best friend's dick flush against his own. He stole a glance at Art, and couldn't hold back a whimper when he saw his friend's face. Art was watching Tashi's hand in disbelief, swollen lips parted, a sheen of sweat highlighting his cheekbones. Patrick couldn't be sure if it was this view or Tashi's sudden thumb on his frenulum that made his stomach clench. But it was definitely Art feeling his gaze and meeting his eyes that made Patrick tip his head back and moan obscenely.

"Doubles partners." Tashi said and Art would have laughed if he wasn't already so close to coming. "You do everything together, huh? Only makes sense you'd want to come together, too." She rubbed a flat palm over both of their tips as she shifted to lie on her stomach, resting her chin on Art's thigh, close enough to smell them.

"Yeah," Patrick panted. "We've been missing out on this." He met Art's eyes again, watched the red creep across his face.

"Good thing you found me." Tashi murmured.

The back and forth was almost as erotic to Art as their touch was. He was so content to just be in the middle of it all, sandwiched between their bodies and their words. He'd never felt a sense of belonging quite like this, and the realization was a little too much for him. It was all starting to be too much, in the best way; Tashi's persistent grip on his cock and her breath near his balls.

"I'm gonna come," He panted, once he realized he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Already?" Patrick mocked. "Come on Donaldson, you can do better than that."

Art dipped his chin down, trying to control his breathing as his body shook. "Isn't it, like, a compliment? It feels so good," he said. After a moment, he added on, shyly, "you both feel so good."

Tashi grinned into his quad. "Go ahead, then." She said. "But I'm not stopping until Patrick comes, too."

The warning should've held him off - Art knew he would get overwhelmed even more quickly once he came, and that Patrick would last a while, but it was just so hot, and so filthy coming from her pretty face, that he couldn't help himself.

Art's cock twitched against Patrick's and they moaned in tandem as he came, spurting into her hand and down both of their lengths. "Good boy," Tashi murmured, biting Art's hip lightly, and in response he whimpered.

"Fuck," Patrick grunted, watching the way Tashi watched her own fist as it continued to pump their cocks. Art was already becoming overstimulated, letting out a litany of high-pitched ah, ah, ahs.

"Please," Art exhaled.

"No one's done until you're both done." Tashi reminded him, kissing Art's thigh in attempt to calm him. He bit his lip, hard, and Tashi sat back up to give him just a little space.

Patrick's grunts and Art's pleas formed a backdrop to the slick sound of Tashi's work. She could feel her panties sticking to her, she was so wet, but she was comfortable in her position for now. Tashi liked the way it felt to make the boys fall apart like this, to have them, quite literally, in the palm of her hand. She hadn't been sure of them earlier in the night, but she was intrigued by their friendship. She'd never had a best friend, not like this, but she wanted one, now. Wanted them.

"God, you look so good doing that." Patrick huffed, and Tashi bit her lip. "You like it, don't you?"

"Not as much as you do." She countered.

"Yeah." He said, reaching out a hand to squeeze her wrist. "That's probably true."

"Definitely true," Art piped in between ragged breaths. Patrick and Tashi were both strangely turned on to see tears welling in his eyes.

"You doing ok?" Patrick teased.

"Not really." Art admitted. A drop spilled free, rolled down his cheek. Tashi leaned forward to lick it off, and the simple touch of her tongue to his face broke the dam completely.

“I know, baby, it’s ok, I’m sorry,” Tashi cooed into Art’s ear, barely audible over his cries. “You just have to take it until Patrick comes, you can do it, I know you can.”

“I can’t.” He sobbed. His chest was flushed a burnt red and his thighs were quivering so intensely she thought he might pull a muscle. But she wouldn’t take pity on him. It wouldn’t be fair.

“You can.” Tashi said, a bit more sternly, but she immediately softened at Art’s wobbling lip.

“Please.” He whimpered.

Tashi tilted her head toward Patrick, who managed to wear a face of amusement despite his own gasps and moans. “Don’t beg me.” She said to Art. “Beg him. He’s the one you’re waiting for.”

Art was too desperate to resist, so he immediately redirected his pleas. “Patrick, please,” he whined. “Please, I want you to come, I need you to come, it’s too much.” Patrick couldn’t stop the grin from splitting his face; he’d never heard anything more beautiful than Art's broken voice begging for his come.

“Yeah?” Patrick asked, thrusting harder into Tashi's hand. “You want me to come all over your cock?”

“Yes,” Art gasped.

“Say it.”

Art couldn’t stand it, Patrick’s leaky tip pressed up almost painfully against his own. “I want you to come,” He said again. “All over my cock, yours, on Tashi, make a mess, I don’t care, please, just-" His voice gave out when Tashi's grasp tightened at the mention of her name.

“Come on, Patrick,” she said, heat spreading down her own body. “He’s asking so nicely, can’t you give Art what he wants?” Selfishly, she needed him to. The sooner they finished, the sooner they could attend to her dripping pussy.

"Keep talking like that and I will," Patrick promised.

"Please, please," Art babbled. "Patrick, I, fuck, please, I think I'm gonna come again. Is that possible? Can I do that?"

Patrick's laugh was breathy. Art was so cute. "Yeah," he said. "Why don't you come one more time, and that'll get me there, okay?" It wasn't just talk; if Patrick could watch Art spurt again while he cried into Tashi's shoulder, he might never stop coming.

"Just let it happen, baby." Tashi agreed, encouraging Art. "I'm not stopping yet."

It was downright pornographic: the sound Art let out was high and weepy, his cock leaking pathetically at his second orgasm. Still, Tashi held to her word. "Patrick." It was all Art could choke out, but it was enough.

"Fuck, I know, Art. Okay. Right there, Tashi, yes, yes, yes-" and Patrick came too, his own climax putting Art to shame, load after load spilling down Tashi's arm and Art's stomach.

"Jesus," Patrick said, and Art gasped in agreement when Tashi finally withdrew her sticky hand.

"Nope." She smirked. "Just me."

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velvetchrry · 2 days

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hockey player!ghoap x smm!reader thoughts

just thinking about how you’re a social media manager for a new hockey expansion team. johnny and simon — who grew up playing hockey together — both got drafted to the pros but have never played on a team together before. they’re both selected for this new franchise — the first time they’ve played together since they were kids.

simon is a defenseman. big, hulking — he’s the guy that's going to initiate fights with the players that are picking on his teammates. you aren’t going to get away with a dirty hit when he's around — he will retaliate. he will dish out a big clean hit when they think they’re safe. especially if it’s johnny. he’s the team enforcer, but still a talented defenseman.

johnny is your center star. he’s wicked fast on the ice, and is always showing off with plays you think are near impossible. he’s surprisingly humble — giving credit where credits due, passing to his teammates when they’re open instead of taking a wild shot himself. he’s the chatty one, always talking up the press during intermission and after the games over.

(and ofc we have gaz as a winger and price as the old goaltender close to retirement, who just can’t give up the game yet)

you were hired with a batch of social media managers in order to promote this new team to the locals. you want to attract season ticket holders. you want people excited for the upcoming season. you want people to meet their players — even though most of them have a history on the ice.

you’re really good at your job. your main job is keeping up with the videos and pictures of the team and players — creating the content that gets posted. your coworkers laswell responds to the fan tweets and comments — she’s got more of a knack for that, where you have the creative eye.

part of your job is getting to know the players and getting them to open up to you on camera, especially when you’re recording. you have them follow along to the latest tiktok trends, record practice sessions and even what time everyone shows up to the arena (simon is early, price is right on time, gaz and johnny are running late). normally your job would be staying on home ice — not following the team when they’re away — but to keep up with content the owners request you specifically go along. it’s been a total hit online and tickets are selling like hotcakes.

you start to really get to know the team — you fly with them and stay in the same hotels. you’re with them at every practice. they start requesting you be the dj at practice even. it helps loosen them up. you get great content. you joke with them. you even stand at the bench during games. (content content content)

johnny of course chats you up first. he's easily to film and he’s your star. he’s the one generating the views and likes and hearts and comments. he’s the one everyone’s excited to see. he’s the first to jump on a new trend you want to film and he’ll encourage everyone to do the same. he’s the only reason that you get simon to be on camera. (and he still won’t go on camera much, rather you have to get shots of him on the ice)

they do their best to include you in everything, but especially when they’re at an away game. if the boys are going out for dinner, johnny will make simon knock on your hotel room door and convince you to join. (you don’t take a lot of convincing, however johnny has to pour simon a stiff bourbon to work up the courage to go ask you). you’re included in celebrations when the team wins. they drag you to one of the guy’s houses for a private dinner and drinks.

johnny and simon start to separately invite you to things — just the two of them. it’ll start off as johnny acting like he has a great new idea for content. he and simon did grow up together, they are best friends. they could have a great little segment together.

but it turns into more. they sit on either side of you. johnny brushes a hand against your thigh and rests it there. simon has an arm on the back of your chair, always keeping his body in the way of any potential threats. always keeping you safe. their sweet little puck slut princess. their hands are all over you by the end of the night.

they take you to a shared hotel room — after all it would be irresponsible for any of your to drive home. and johnny and simon share everything. they’re happy to share a room.

they’re happy to share you.

#cherry’s hockey playoff thots™️#call of duty #cod x reader #ghoap #ghoap x reader #ghoap au #ghoap fic #ghoap x you #ghoap fluff #ghoap smut #simon ghost x you #johnny mactavish x reader #ghost x reader #johnny mactavish x you #ghost x soap x reader #my work

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bloodyentrails · 3 days

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My little (literally) contribution to 10 years black sails, which i kept forgetting to post.

My first finger puppet too! Really need to make max as well so they can smooch 😁

Thank you so much @tobys-walrus-crew for allowing a later entry!

#black sails #anne bonny #crochet #crocheters of tumblr #My work

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kleefkruid · 3 days

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Small ode to a Belgian icon, the marsupilami :)

#tattoo flash #comics #Belgium #marsupilami #illustration #my tattoo flash #belgiumposting #my work

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duicepanque · 3 days

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Rainbow Quartz 2.0! From 2020

Figured my feed was in need of a little color 🌈

This is the most I've drawn of a Steven Universe character that isn't an OC in like eight years

I like him...

Twitter link

#you ever abandon an hyperfixation for five years only to become fixated on one character #steven universe #steven universe future #rainbow quartz 2.0 #fanart #my work

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tinysupervicki · 2 days

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#giant tiny #g/t #my work #giant/tiny #gt #size difference #g/t fluff #sfw g/t #g/t art #windbreaker anime #togame jo

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nessjo · 2 days

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I tell you that Goose and Carole listened to Billy Joel and would dance to him in the kitchen while he played in the radio, especially to songs like Piano Man, Uptown Girl, Zanzibar and The Longest Time

#top gun 1986 #top gun #nick goose bradshaw #nick bradshaw #goose bradshaw #carole bradshaw #anthony edwards #meg ryan #billy joel #my work

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nostalgic-teddyy · 2 days

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#my work #orangelux

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wroteclassicaly · 9 hours

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Gator trying to fight his attraction to you, because he’s never dated a bigger girl and he’s got that worry on what people will think. But the moment that you put your mouth on his and open his massive palms, closing them over your tits — he’s gone. He’s dumb.

“Oh, shit… Baby, they’re so big.”

“Shut up,” you’d said, adding grip to his jaw. “Make use of yourself the way that I tell you to.”

#kristenwrites #my work #my writing #gator tillman #fargo #fargo fic #fargo fanfic #fargo fanfiction #gator tillman fic #gator tillman fanfic #gator tillman fanfiction #gator tillman x plus size reader #gator tillman x female reader #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman x you #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x y/n #gator tillman blurb #gator tillman drabble

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ramshacklegear · 2 days

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Leather Muzzle + Ear Hat sets dropping this Tuesday 5/21 @ 12pm PST

I will also have single muzzles and hats available as well!

#My work #leather #muzzle #crafter #trans creator #trans artist #queer creator #leather gear #leatherwork

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lonesome-witching · 2 days

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Little White Lies

I'm finally back after the computer mishap with a brand new laptop and quite some prompts waiting for me. This is the first of many, I'm sure. I hope you enjoy this next take on Robin and Nancy.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“It’s Robin we’re talking about,” Steve complained, pushing the dashboard of the Wheeler station wagon.

“I know,” Nancy replied.

“She wouldn’t do this.”

“I know.”

“How could they think she did this?”

“I don’t know.”

“God, I just—”

“Can you stop talking? I know she didn’t do this, but Jason believes she did and if we don’t hurry our asses up, she might be dead in a ditch somewhere.” Nancy’s hands were gripping the wheel.

She wasn’t sure what they were going to do. She wasn’t sure how they would get Robin back. But she knew she would do whatever it took. She had a gun in her glove box in case she needed it. She would not let Robin die.

“I’m sorry, I’m just worried.”

“We’re all worried, Steve.” It was the first thing Max had said.

“Where did you say they were going to take her, Lucas?” Nancy asked, looking in the rearview mirror. The boy was staring out the window.

“The lake. Lovers Lake,” Lucas said with a monotone voice.

Nancy nodded, taking a sharp turn. She was well aware they’d have to walk part of the way and it would lose them a lot of time. So, she was simply trying to make up for that time. If he had hurt her, she’d kill him. She would honestly kill him.

She stopped the car. Steve jumped out first, which gave her the opportunity to grab the gun before she got out of the car herself, following Steve, Max, Lucas, and Dustin in the direction of Lovers Lake.

The closer they got, the more they could hear. Muffled voices that turned more audible with every step they took.

“I swear I didn’t hurt her. Jason, I didn’t hurt her.” It was clearly Robin’s voice.

“We know you did it, Buckley. You’re the last person Chrissy was seen with.”

“We just talked. I swear we just talked.”

Nancy stopped walking. Robin was a great liar. She had learned that much. But she had a tell, everyone had a tell. Robin’s tell was the tiniest pitch change. She was lying and Nancy couldn’t for the life of her figure out why.

“You just talked and then she died. And we’re supposed to believe that?”

“If I was going to lie, wouldn’t I try something more believable.”

“Talking is believable,” one of Jason’s goons said.

Nancy continued walking. There was no time to waste.

Robin’s hair was wet. That was the first thing Nancy noticed when Robin came into view. Her hair was wet, and she was sitting on her knees in the water. Jason was pacing in front of her. Two of his goons standing next to Robin.

“What’s the plan?” Steve whispered.

Nancy didn’t reply. She just walked closer to Robin, holding the gun close. She lifted it. “Hey, dickhead. Stop bothering my friend.”

Jason turned around. “What the hell are you doing here, Wheeler?”

“Let her go.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m the one holding a gun.”

“Don’t make me laugh. You’re not going to shoot.”

Nancy pointed the gun slightly lower and pulled the trigger, just barely missing Jason’s feet. Jason jumped out of the way.

“Let her go.”

“She killed Chrissy.”

“No, she didn’t. Now, if she’s not standing next to me in the next 10 seconds I’ll shoot again. And this time, I won’t miss.”

Jason looked at Robin.

“Ten,” Nancy shouted.

“Fine, Buckley go to your girlfriend.”

Robin scrambled to her feet and ran towards Nancy.

“Good choice.” Nancy put the gun down, grabbing Robin’s arm instead.

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“Why did you lie?” Nancy asked. Robin was laying next to her. Nancy wouldn’t let her out her sight after what happened.

“What are you talking about?”

“When you told Jason you and Chrissy just talked. You were lying.”

“What? No, I wasn’t. Me and Chrissy just talked. I have no idea what happened to her.”

“I’m not saying I think you killed her. I don’t think that. I know better. So, why did you lie?”

“Oh, I don’t— I didn’t lie. I just— She and I— It was nothing. She just complained about Jason the whole time. He really is a shit boyfriend.”

Nancy hummed. She turned around in the bed. Something stung in her chest and she couldn’t explain what or why.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin

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