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Pull Yourself Together!!!
The front cover from a compilation of all my Bear Pit comics so far.
I quite often say I'm bad at covers, and people always say 'No! Your covers are lovely!' but what I really mean is 'I spend four days staring at my desk unable to think of any appropriate ideas every time I have to do a cover'.
What are you top 5 most favourite songs of all time? send this to 5 of your favourite followers when you answer! if you get a second one say your top five favourite artists and if you get a third say your top 5 favourite albums!
HI! How long isn´t it?
Sorry for not answering I didn´t see it
I answered three already so here are my answers! >:D
💌Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌 ;D
Hi! How are we!?
THANKS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Back at ya! 😏
hey guys, i made a thread explaining bea miller's aurora (her 2nd album), it's both in english and spanish, hope you can read it and like it, milu ♡. she deserves so much more recognition
there was plenty of man-made experiences to enjoy in the island, including the men themselves, but noah couldn't keep himself from enjoying the nature as well. that most beautiful lake, almost out of a storybook, was a perfect place for a calm, relaxing moment, freed from troubles or worries... or clothes. he hears steps approaching, and makes no move to cover himself up.
“don't be a creep!” he chuckles when he realizes who it is, one of his sweet-looking nephews, the one who's always carrying a camera. “you think i look good? have you tried taking pics of you in that tiny speedo? it doesn't leave much for imagination, you know...” he says, teasingly; he's got nothing to imagine, his nephew's body is as familiar as his face. “but, well, if you really think you can get some pics out of me... you just have to tell me how to model for you, i got no experience in that.”
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The island life was something Riley never could tire of, even if there were always some things he did miss back in the cities. As a photographer, you could only take so many landscape pictures of the same thing before you needed a fresh muse, though thankfully there was always someone willing to get their picture taken. One of his favorite places to go was the lagoon, mostly because you could find someone in little to no clothing with perfect filtered lighting coming in.
Clad in just a speedo himself, he made his way down with his camera bag slug over his torso only to spot someone just as he expected lounging near the waterside. "Well well, looks like this is my lucky day." He smiled as he got closer, carefully stepping. "How's about you let me get a few pics of you for my next portfolio? I'm in need of a new muse and you look stunning right there. I'll even make it worth your while."
noah wasn't really a low-energy guy; he got himself through nursing school and got to work without missing a beat, and could be constantly seen in energetic activities around the island. but, sometimes, he enjoyed taking a niiiiice, long night of sleep. take a day or two to chill. so it took him a while to get to the door, and he was still on his sleepwear - a long, well-loved shirt and a comfy boxer. his eyes take a bit to adjust to the light outside.
“oh, quincy, hey there, sorry...” he doubts the other would mind his choice of clothing, but he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward about it... until he hears about some delicious chocolate muffins, when he opens the door fully, forgetting about his mild state of undress. “oh, that's so lovely, thanks!” he takes the pot in his hands, smile growing in his features. “oh, come on in, join me, they'll be my breakfast”
There was only so many things one could do when you live on a islands with families you've known for years. You pick up a talent and a skill or two either out of genuine interest or pure boredom. To this day, Quincy couldn't remember where baking fell on that spectrum. What he could remember was the joy that he got out of being in the kitchen, trying new recipes and then having his neighbors taste said recipes. There might have been some added pros to being a baker. It was always handy to have some sweet cream around when dealing with the men that lived here but man or not, Quincy was a proud baker. He had just finished some muffins and as usual, went out into the neighborhood to share his latest. He knocked on a door and waited for someone to answer. When they did, he smiled and held up a fresh muffin. "Would you like to taste my muffin? They're chocolate today."
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his heartbeat went up with the messages on his cellphone; miguel needs him, and its not a medical emergency kind of deal. he is out of his house in seconds, letting himself through the front door of the delgados and making his way up the stairs. he can feel his stomach rolling, as well as his pussy wetting itself, purely in anticipation.
he knocks on the bedroom he knows belongs to miguel, quietly - shyly stepping into. his messages, forward as they could be, don't quite match his personality as he enters the room, awkwardly standing by the door, wide eyes finding the man's mouthwatering body and erect cock in the low-light of the bedroom. “hey, um... should i- should i get to it?” or should he try and make small talk? he knew what miguel wanted, a wet hole 'round his dick, and he didn't mind being it.
Silly. Silly was the word he'd chosen to describe his subtle bid for attention. And silly he felt, even still as the action was returned in kind. He'd dared not breathe, dared not disturb the stillness. Though inside he was roaring, bones shuddering with anticipation. With what might be called desire, or something akin to it at least. He cocked his head slightly to one side, ebony tresses slipping further down the front of his shoulder as he regarded her with tenderness not usually found on the matured creature's sharp features.
Finally, he spoke. "It has been quite a long time..." his voice was soft, gentle and strained. He felt now too forward, as if he'd just stepped from imagined hiding place. He clenched and unclenched his calloused hands, fearing misstep. He'd not stood in her presence for longer than he could recollect. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. He'd always loathed the old saying, imagining it now upon his tongue like ashes. Though its truth was now undeniable. He inhaled deeply, slowly, savoring the aroma she emitted. The taste lingering at the bottom of his lungs as he held it, clutched it to him with anguish. As if she could disappear at any moment.
*slow cat blink*
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玫:
In the same manner she was greeted with, her own rosy lids came down with long lashes over violet irises. The rounded pupils, upon the lids rising up again, were distinctly, sharply, narrow. It was like two apex predators having a staring contest. The silence could have been cut clean with a sharp blade. Both did nothing; however, as they each knew who the other was.
This was no staring contest. It was simply their quiet way of being affectionate without giving away the mere idea of the emotional connection.
At her closeness, his aching heart swelled in near defeat. He soldiered on, if only for a moment, at such gentle pressure upon his cold flesh. He found himself leaning into her, near supernatural pull, gravitational and agonizing. He reached to cup her face in his hands, gently, emanating restrained longing. Running cool thumbs over porcelain cheekbones, he pressed his forehead into her own. Molten gold locking with sparkling orchid, breathing her in as he did.
"No such words could conjure near shimmering apparition of the agony I've endured." he spoke huskily. His world was suddenly alabaster, bright and burning against his ancient eyes. So blinding and fortuitous, all but miraculous such white hot ecstasy intruding upon his darkness. A heavy haze now laid upon his eyes as they fluttered shut only for a moment, denying him of the brilliant plum wine before him as he pressed icy lips against smooth skin.
"My apologies for my absence, and my lack of self control..." he pulled back, resting only the tips of slender fingers upon her cheeks now.
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Continued From Here
玫:
At the tilt of his ebony head, simply observing him in this cat on cat game made her very amused. Enough to bring her rosy lips to morph, the corners tilting up just slightly into a very lewd smirk. It was only that way because the hooded gaze she was giving him would have made any man choke on his own air in an attempt to breathe properly.
"Long to both of us does not exist, for we are not those who live short enough lives to know what long is..." Her voice is like honey on a sore throat, a bell to his ears and his alone, and her sharp teeth almost seem inviting. "I am appreciative that you thought of me often, though. The sentiment was not lost on my ears, Virgil Lucian Schultz." The German use of his name was perfectly enunciated, a break in her otherwise monotone English-use. It was at this time that her snowy head tilts opposite in the direction his went, with the cascade of straight strands and sparse waves spilling over her shoulder and along the rest of the chair's arm, threatening to grace the floor with the silken locks.
"You need not be so careful around me. I don't bite – hard." Her gratification swelled knowing that she made him physically react, even in just the wringing of his hands. Hearing him take in that natural rosy aroma she alone carried just added onto that layer after layer of pride. Enough so, that she gracefully rises from her seat to round the table and meet his side, where a dainty pale hand reached out to tuck a lock of obsidian behind a pointed ear. Right before she pressed a rosy kiss upon the crown of his head. Her lips lingering there, just a moment longer.
"I missed you too."
He moves now to embrace her, long hands about her waist, his face gently pressed to the crook of her neck. "If you would have me be known as I am, I fear it may turn your image of me to rot." He spoke against her flesh, grip gently tightening on her waist. His longing for her, his thirst, nipped and snapped at the edges of his being. Ever present amongst the chaos, it lies in wait. Behind his lips, his tongue played at the tips of his fangs, testing the razor points as her scent engulfs him. "You summon more within me than I in you." His voice is almost pained, an undeniable edge to it.
@virgillucianschultz
玫:
Dainty hands simultaneously rise, catching his larger ones from falling away. Whatever play was upon her features shifted to one of pure adoration, affection. The warmth in her gaze was a smoldering dusk against the golden rays of his eyes, something drastically contradicting the otherwise cool temperature her body gave off. Not quite dead, but not alive either.
“Why contain yourself, when you know you never have to apologize to me – especially in the circumstances you let your heart be known. You know I would cradle it tenderly, as I hold you now.” She speaks softly, lovingly, and with so much more emotion than her visage will allow her to show. It’s there, that her head presses against his own, as if to embrace him wholeheartedly as he sits at attention. Her, attention.
“My dear vampir.”
I’m so sorry it’s disorganised but this is the best I can do before they take away our WiFi
Edit: Alright so slight connection and update. The military’s gonna be in power for one year now? And I don’t know that’s just disgusting honestly. Also by the way the pictures I have posted in this post are from Twitter written by someone not me. By disorganised I meant I didn’t have the time to arrange the pictures in order because my WiFi got taken away. Unfortunately, I do not know the name of the account who wrote this as I was in a hurry to post this so yes 😔
HELLO EVERYONE
I'm going to make a Thread like on Twitter, because we have this
Me with the help of @stevenrudboys (seriously babe, I love you so much, smooch smooch)
We found the worst possible and disgusting person ever (I won't use colors like always because this shit is serious)
They texted me first, and this is the results
This count is @acaringperson1
Let's burn down this bitch!!
They are the definitive proofs
I'm kind, and sweet, but, I hate pedophiles so, let's burn down this count
Obviously I don't trust people, so I believed the trap and oh my god, what "she" did
Obviously the image is not real, it is from a meme, you already know that I am 20 years old and that I am Latino, obviously I am not white duh
The original picture XD
GROSSS
And then, they blocked me, this is a shit, and well, Let's my sweetheart Steven ( @stevenrudboys) also tell the experience.
We have the part of my sweetheart @stevenrudboys let us show you people
THIS MOTHER FUCKER, UGH, I HATE HER OR HIM (NOT STEVEN, HE'S SO SWEET, IM TALKING ABOUT THE PEDO)
HELLO EVERYONE
I'm going to make a Thread like on Twitter, because we have this
Me with the help of @stevenrudboys (seriously babe, I love you so much, smooch smooch)
We found the worst possible and disgusting person ever (I won't use colors like always because this shit is serious)
They texted me first, and this is the results
This count is @acaringperson1
Let's burn down this bitch!!
They are the definitive proofs
I'm kind, and sweet, but, I hate pedophiles so, let's burn down this count
Obviously I don't trust people, so I believed the trap and oh my god, what "she" did
Obviously the image is not real, it is from a meme, you already know that I am 20 years old and that I am Latino, obviously I am not white duh
The original picture XD
GROSSS
And then, they blocked me, this is a shit, and well, Let's my sweetheart Steven ( @stevenrudboys) also tell the experience.
Hmmm, eggs...
ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪?
Yeah, maybe. I could get a snack.
occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?
egg
𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕙𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤
Everyone stop what you are doing and make this picrew of you and your fav RIGHT NOW ໒꒰ྀི •̀ ︿ •́ ꒱ྀི১
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Fall Patch. approx 3" diameter, craft felt and embroidery thread, front and back.
this is what I made today. it took me about 3 hours off and on. figured I'm putting up so much old stuff I should mix it up with something new.
I'm taking a small break from working on my giant embroidery project to play around a little with other needlework techniques, and also working small and quick is rewarding. it keeps the dopamine flowing to finish things.
The batch of CDs with handmade covers that I made for the Verstärker festival are now all gone, so I've decided to make them available online made-to-order for anyone who wants one. If you want one you can get it from my bandcamp for 4 euro.