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Artist Line-Up: #8 Orangiah (‘∀’●)♡

Tumblr: @orangiah | Twitter: orangiah_

“Whenever I see Orangiah’s art I feel the need to throw money at them because I just want to give something back for what their art gives me! //cries” - anonymous

“Jes is an artist who focuses mainly on lines and they manage to create them in a way that make them look very lively, with real volume and depth. Their love for BokuAka is written all over their art and it makes me more than happy! I JUST WANNA MARRY JES AND THEIR ART GDI I’M EMOTIONAL ABOUT JES!!!” - anonymous

“Jessie has a very organic and a full-of-life lineart style. So amazing to look at it for hours and still find tiny, lovely details. The addition of colors just gives the whole piece a calming and wonderful atmosphere. It is a direct and delicate style, well balanced, telling a story with every stroke of brush/pen.” - anonymous

“TBH, initially I was mesmerized with Jessie’s colors and textures. It wasn’t the lineart. Much later, when I happened to personally see a lineart of theirs, I was completely shocked to the core. THE DETAILS AND DEPTH IN THE LINEART ITSELF IS SO MUCH MORE. You cannot stop zooming and finding new things. Its such a wonderful and exciting adventure to see and understand Jessie’s art. And the way they draw animals as well! BEAUTIFUL!” - anonymous

“Adgfkkskss I’m fascinated with their lineart!!! Such amazing clean and detailed lineart combined with stunning anatomy. Addjfkskagakfksa so good!!” - anonymous

The one who shares more about their art with only a few strokes of brush [LINE-ART!!!], a subtle splash of color, is a very hard-working person with a kind soul, forever obsessed with Bokuto-Akaashi and GDI THAT SETTER DOG!?!!?! (*^.^*)

So pleased and honored to have Orangiah be a part of this project!! No words can be enough to express our love for their art and dedication.

[P.S. Kindly click the image and read through the content to know more about the artist!]

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bernie wolfe + @ao3tagoftheday (2/?)

bonus:

i was just thinking about this and im wondering if i’m just coming up with this to show that klance is real but does keith stutter more around lance than anyone else???

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“Farewell.”



Tribute to Echotale by @yoralim

It was one of the first AUs I fell in love with ;u; Thank you for such an amazing story!

Please do not repost/reuse without permission.

Don: “Don’t tell me … it’s a flat tire!”

Cosmo: “I can’t understand it. This car hasn’t given me a lick of trouble in nearly six hours!”😊

Kathy: “This man … he’s … he jumped into my car and … I don’t even know who he is!”

Policeman: “Oh … why, it’s Don Lockwood!

….. “You’re a lucky little lady. Anything wrong?”

Kathy: “Why … why, NO!”💕

🎶“Good mornin’, good mornin’ …

It’s great to stay up late … good mornin’, good mornin’ to you!”🌞

🎵“Gotta Dance!”

The Broadway Ballet🎵

🎶“Moses supposes his toeses are roses, but Moses supposes erroneously.

Moses he knowses his toeses aren’t roses as Moses supposes his toeses to be!”🎶


🎬Original lobby cards  - “Singin’ In The Rain”, 1952 

☔starring Gene Kelly, Donald O’Connor, Debbie Reynolds and Cyd Charisse (and many more, of course!)


From my collection

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Kwame Alexander believes that wonder lies between the lines of poems.

His new book Out of Wonder, is a collection of original poems for children written in the style of some of the world’s most famous poets — Rumi, Robert Frost, Pablo Neruda, Maya Angelou. The poems were written by Alexander, Chris Colderley and Marjory Wentworth and illustrated by Ekua Holmes.

There are three aims for the book — to encourage kids to read poetry, to introduce them to great poets, and to inspire them to write poems of their own.

“It’s a lofty goal, but I think that’s a metaphor for what poetry is,” Alexander says.

Find his conversation with NPR’s Rachel Martin here.

– Petra

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Playstation Game-soft Survival Horror
B I O  H A Z A R D  2
‘98.1.29 For Sale
2 Discs - 6,800円 (with tax)

My Dirty Girl - Negan Smut Fic

dedicated to @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff , surprise (you thought of this a while ago but i never told you i was writing it muhahhaha)

description : you find Negan’s secret porn collection, and he finds you finding his secret porn collection. I wonder what happened next.

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty


Sneaking through the halls, you came across a pair of double doors that looked nicer than the rest. Negan’s room. Your curiosity peaked, you decide to proceed into the room, punishments aside. The darkness within the room swallowed you up, your nerves at an all time high. But it was too late to go back now. Commit, you pussy. If he wanted you dead, you would be dead by now. On the opposite wall of the bed sat a TV on top of a dresser. You knew there was no way the channels were still running, so why the hell did he have it? Invading his privacy further, you opened one of the drawers. 

“Holy shit.

DVDs. Tons of them. ‘April 22 : HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME’, ‘JULY 15 : ALL ASS’. Porn, sex tapes, you couldn’t believe it. But maybe you just could. Your fingers sliding over the cases, ridge by ridge, you came across one labeled, ‘APRIL 29 : LUCILLE’. You glanced behind, making sure the coast was clear. Taking a deep breath, you cracked open the case and fed it to the DVD player above. Within seconds the screen flickered on, exposing a shirtless Negan who appeared front and center after turning on the camera. 

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Lucille.” Stepping aside, he revealed a woman laying on the bed, completely naked and obviously pleased to be there. Watching on, you saw him flip her onto all fours and aggressively tease her. Although the quality of the video was sub par, you could almost feel him licking her clit with a vicious ferocity. Your eyes sucked to the screen, you adjusted your sitting position and slid a hand beneath your underwear. The way he hovered over her, his muscles twinging with every move, continued to make you wet. As the woman’s moans became faster in the movie, so did your hand motions, your body pleading to trade your hand with Negan’s tongue. Seconds away from climax, you tilted your head back as you spread your juices all over your lips. 

“Well holy hell.”

You suddenly froze mid stroke, the deep voice from behind you sending you into a state of shock. Negan. The video continued, the sound of the woman on the screen echoing throughout the room until Negan approached the TV. Stretching out his arm, he turned off the box, silencing the room and boxing her between the dresser and his body. 

“Can I help you up? Or are your hands a little full?” 

Scrambling to adjust yourself, you adjusted your panties and stood before him, hiding your hands behind your back.

“You dirty girl. You fucking like what you saw?”

“Look, I know I shouldn’t have been in here, I’ve crossed so many lines and broken so many rules. I’ll just leave it’s not a big de-” Before you could escape, he clasped onto your arm, the firm way he held you making you even wetter than you were before. 

“Is that what you want? You want me to make you my ‘Lucille’?”

You looked up into his eyes, your everything burning with desire. 

“I can’t fucking say yes for you,” he said, waiting for her consent. 

“Hit me with your best shot.”

Jerking you back, he tears open your shirt and begins kissing down your figure. Starting with the crook of your neck, down your stomach and stopping right above your slit. Throwing you onto the bed, he paused before continuing his magic. 

“Why don’t I give you a souvenir, huh? Some shit to take on the road?” Approaching the corner of the room he pulled out a tripod with a camcorder duct taped to the top, a red button visible on the front. Before you could say anything, he pounced on you once again, kissing you with a force you had never felt before. His tongue weaving in, out and around yours, speaking a language only your mouths understood. He bit your lip, releasing an uncontrollable moan that pressed your body even closer to his. You reached up to remove his shirt, but he had other plans. 

“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He pinned your arms above your head before slithering down to your prized possessions down below. You remained on your back, your hips squirming with anticipation. 

“Look at you, fucking squirming around like that. Can I help you with something?” He looked up, his lips inches from your pussy. “Oh shit,” he slowly approached you, performing a single lick up your slit before looking back up at you. “Is this what you want?” Unable to gather your words, you nodded your head and entangled your fingers within his hair trying to push him back down. “Well I mean,” he went down again, this time circling twice around your clit with the tip of his tongue. “if this is what you want…” holding out no further, he dove into the feast ahead of him. Spelling out the alphabet, every flick creating a heavier sensation throughout her body. To help the cause, he inserted three fingers, wasting no time during the build up. Alternating between licks and pulses, he continued to use his hand and mouth in unison as you began to drip all over his fingers. Your moans quickening along with his pulse, you could feel yourself ready to blow. 

“Come on, baby,” he urged between licks, “cum for me. You owe me, so fucking cum for me.”

Your back arching, your moans grew than halted as his few final strokes broke your chords, squirting his face with your mark, your muscles pulsing and clenching around his fingers which remained inside of you until you completely finished. 

Finally removing his hand, he wiggled his fingers, examining the cum before licking a finger. 

“I fucking take pride in my work.”

Still trying to recover, you remained on the bed, your eyes closed. He stood and walked to the camera in the corner, wiping what remained on the back of his jeans. 

“Now this,” he said removing a disk from the camera, “this shit is for you.” Removing a marker from his pocket, he jotted something down, tossed it on the bed next to you and headed for the door. 

“Now you can start your own collection. To be continued.” With a chuckle, he left the room closing the door behind you. 

With your breath finally back, you reached for the DVD. Laughing to yourself, you read his caption. 

‘March 16 : MY DIRTY GIRL’.


merry christmas let me know if you like it <3