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illustraction · 2 years

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DANIEL AMOS Anaheim concert poster (1977) - The EYE POPPIN’ ART OF RICK GRIFFIN (Part 7/10)

After many years battling with drugs and other substances, RICK GRIFFIN found his redemption in 1970 as a Born Again Christian which led him to a change of mind and visuals less esoteric and more spiritual

He designed several posters which are extremely rare for Born Again Christian concerts in the bay Area. The poster above for Daniel Amos’ Last Times Concert at the Anaheim convention center (a large venue for this kind of music) is extremely rare and features Griffin’s trademark lettering.

Another beautiful Art from the BIG FIVE’s most ‘out there’ Artist who left us too soon

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#illustraction gallery #illustraction #rick griffin #Rick Griffin concert poster #born again christian #1977 #anaheim #Anaheim convention center #Daniel Amos #Last Times concert #vintage

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amveditdisneynonanimashaechive · 10 months

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#rgu #revolutionary girl utena #daniel amos #angels tuck you in #amv #edit #Zeal makes vids #2020 #Youtube

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amoosarte · 12 days

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐌.𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

SUMMARY ! in which I give you little headcanons on our pole sitter, who is sweet but spicy, and eventually will drive you insane.

WARNINGS ! +18, kinks, dirty talk, public sex mention, degradation, trust me it gets bewildering, the use of google translate dutch, and just sexual word !

NOTE ! this was a request made by @biancathecool, in which i will admit was a bit long ago, but here is the req you sent and I hope you enjoy it, again thank you for the sweet words !

The way, Max is a heavy sleeper and once he is able to relax in bed there no use in waking him. It's a pro and con in your relationship, you're automatically a night owl and he uses you as a pillow in which you don't mind but he does worry for you. "Schat, want me to make you tea? je moet gaan slapen.." He says as he snuggles into you, wanting to melt his body to become one with you, and with that you place your phone down and decide to sleep.

The way, Max starts to makeout with you is somewhat rushed and heated. Max likes to dive into your lips and eat you hole, there is no chance to breathe at first but he lets you after you exchange saliva for a bit. He loves to see you so dazed, makes him melt. "did you get weak in the knees, Schat?" He says before smirking, then going to kiss you again.

The way, Max is the type to always cling to you. His hand will always be on you, he never wants to let you go. He will hold anything your carrying, he will buy you everything you want, if only in exchange he gets to hold your hands during it. "Maxie, I just need to go check if this fits me.." "I'll go with you." He's like a lost child, always by your side.

The way, Max loves to be gentle with you in bed. He loves to thrust into you while running his rough hands on your delicate body. Only sweet words dripping out in such a low voice that make you wanna release all over him. "Taking me in so well, mijn leven." "Do you need a break, or can you keep you, Schat?" Max loves to look at you in all your glory, makes him want to become one with you.

The way, Max loves talking to you in his native tongue when you're just talking in bed. His words just feel so right in your ears, like you understand everything. You try to understand, Dutch is something you're trying to learn for him. He's drifting off to sleep bit by bit and he's rambling to you, and you love it. "Ik wil een hond bij je hebben, misschien een mooi huis met twee verdiepingen? En een tuin en een grote achtertuin voor onze kinderen, ik wil je voor altijd…." He says as his hums become snores and vibration on your chest.

The way, Max is a complete switch. He can be the bottom and would love it, he loves seeing you take control once in awhile. He's a vocal man, he will moan, he will let you know what he likes when you ride him. "Again, Mijn liefje, oh oh! harder.." He isn't scared to switch into a top again, you tease him too much, and well it was fun while it lasted.

The way, Max is a introvert but once you enter the paddock, he flips a switch and suddenly he's a extrovert. He is a golden retriever boyfriend only when you're around. This makes the fans go crazy, making him get flustered easily. "Yeah, I think we should stick to this plan, unless we want to– Schat!" He quickly leaves some engineer before running towards you, hugging you into a bone crushing hug.

The way, Max was a complete mess when you first did it. Let's be honest, he was a boy only interested in motor sport, he hadn't planned having a girlfriend so soon. He was a man who has never felt a sexual touch of a woman. "Like this? won't it hurt?" He would blabber questions during sex, not wanting to get anything wrong.

The way, Max tries to not get you to met his dad. He tell you everything, how he doesn't have a good relationship with his dad, only his mom and sister. How his dad made his childhood traumatic, and how he's an ass. In the end, you meeting him is inevitable. "Nice to meet you sir." You try to kindly smile at him and his harsh tone makes you ticked off. Then Max comes to your rescue and swoops you out of the situation. "Don't worry about him, Schat."

The way, Max has two kinks, and one of them is Impact play. He loves spanking you, making your skin become red and flush. Though it only started when you were teasing him too much, he gives your ass a good spank and it makes you moan out like a whore. So you ask him to do it again and it grows on him, he spanks you and you act like a whore and he loves it. "Like that? You're acting feral, Mijn liefje."

The way, Max is sappy for traditional love. He loves to take you out, loves to spoil you, loves to slow dance with you. He loves seeing you smile at him so softly. He loves to think of marrying you one day, to only have you in his life. "Did you love the flowers?" He says as he hugs you after a long day at work, he knows it cheers you up and helps you push through the day.

The way, Max's other kink is a edging kink. It goes two ways, he loves doing it to you or loves it being done to him. He loves watching your legs flinch hard, as you grip the white sheets and moan out. He speed up and then stops making you cry, he does it more until he lets you cum. "Sorry Schat.." he hums out. The other way would be him ties up and you teasing him to the core, he's all flushed and red, begging you to let him release and you don't let him, in which it makes him cry and you love that look on him.

The way, Max would think you're too sweet for him, not liking the fact that he couldn't reciprocate the feeling you gave to him, because he simply doesn't know how too. "Maxie why are you so deep in thought?" That is a question so over used, and simply he didn't know why. "You're too sweet for me." A saying that will always confuse you.

The way, Max absolutely looks so good when you're looking up at him while sucking him off while he plays sims. Like it would be a random night and you'd be clingy and eventually end up between his thighs, he needed to be quiet because he was on call. He would muffle, grumble everything, but when he looks down at you and you flutter your eyelashes at him, he will lose it and end the call and game.

The way, Max would come back home to see you wrapped around blankets and two cats on top of you. The three things he loved dearly in one place. Jimmy and Sassy, cuddled up into your warmth while you're asleep. Max would melt while trying to snuggle right next to you too.

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#୧⋆｡🕯my stories!!#max verstappen #formula one #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagines #redbull racing #oracle red bull racing #red bull f1 #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #he looks so good in navy blue #this man is so slept on #lando norris x reader #daniel riccardo x reader #. ˚◞♡ amo's stories*ೃ༄

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yumyumpod · 2 months

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Watching The Expanse for the first time: Season One

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localcuttlefish · 10 months

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You have an INSCRIPTION OC?!?!?!?!? I need more details, I beg at this point.

OH BOY!

I do indeed have an Inscryption OC! Their name is Amos Silvano Toomes, or as they’re more well known, The Painter!

They’re a resident of Leshy’s forest ever since they abandoned their role as a student of Magnificus, and they assist in the carving and decoration of the masks Leshy uses during cardplay. Or at least, that’s what they remember!

Their play style is an aggressive combination of magic and beasts, and heavily relies on flying creatures to attack the opponent directly. However, The Painter starts each game with at least two trees on their board spaces, which does block some attacks from the opponent, but hinders The Painter from loading the board with flying creatures.

The Painter is skittish, aloof, socially awkward, and nervous, but generally a good sport and a fine friend if you manage to keep their memory from resetting long enough for them to remember you. They tend to repeat their words, laugh anxiously as filler dialogue, and let their sentences trail off as if they’ve forgotten what they were going to say. Their memory is foggy, but they have frequent spells of déjà vu. That being said, they aren’t frustrated by their bad memory. They seem to just accept it.

Bonus content and backstory under the cut!

The Painter was actually an independent artist, a few months away from being a graduate from the Cooper Union, who was contracted to make designs for Inscryption cards. Eventually, Amos was brought on board for the Inscryption computer game, but this was all a ruse to utilize Amos as one of the first test subjects of bringing sentient life into the game. The experiment failed, and Amos lost most of their sentience, becoming “NPC-esque”. That being said, every now and then, they get strange flashes of their old life, which manifests as déjà vu. Unfortunately, their memory resets frequently, leaving them forgetful and unable to carry most knowledge of the player past one or two resets. However, showing them their old artworks jogs their memory a little bit. If you take cards you know The Painter designed, and give them to The Painter during any phase of the game, they start to “wake up”.

“Waking up” The Painter results in Amos falling into a nervous depression because of the awareness of their entrapped state. Their name in the game would change to “Toomes” instead of “The Painter”, and their area of the forest would quickly be loaded with new paintings and sketches, since they would then also become aware of the passage of time and get really bored really quickly when left alone.

In the game, they’re completely made of wood, and able to disassemble and reassemble themself like a ball-jointed doll. This feature also gives them inhuman flexibility and degrees of rotation in their joints. They’re scared of the dark, and tend to carry a lantern with them at all times (which is a little dangerous being that they’re made of wood, but hey, they’ve made it this far). Their favorite color is goldenrod, they like American pop-rock music, and their favorite subject to paint is portraits. They tend to hang out in the trees, and they definitely have a jumpscare animation if you get too close to them while they’re hidden in phase 2 of the game.

Freako owl person my beloved

#local cuttlefish is drawing again #inscryption #inscryption oc #leshy inscryption #gamefuna #multifandom oc #oc: Amos Toomes #horror oc #my oc #daniel mullins games

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sublecturas · 2 months

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"El número 7", de Manuel Penella da Silva, "Estampas del pasado" de José Luis Busaniche y "Un crimen japonés", de @danielguebel en la #LíneaB

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chhtusyk · 8 months

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐏𝐌𝐀 𝐎𝐂'𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟎𝐈𝐈

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𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄

Oliver Grecastle was a Hogwarts student who began his course in the year 2008. Born from a Muggle family, Oliver is a student who focuses more on the theoretical but is a prodigy in charms.

He is known to have temper issues, getting into fights with his classmates or other Hogwarts students, both upper and lower year. He is the Slytherin seeker un the quidditch team

other facts ;

• Wand ; 11' long, holly, flexible, harpy feather core

• Boggart: peeves

• MTBI: ESTJ

• Likes: Quidditch, Lottie's draws and makes jokes

• Dislikes: The Frey twins, herbology, pumpkin juice and Elliot Evers

• He end up in detention almost every week without fail.

#harry potter #hpma oc #hpma #hpma mc #colby frey #fischer frey #harry potter magic awakened #cassandra vole #lottie turner #daniel page #ivy warrington #aaaaaaa puto oliver te amo

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whiimms · 2 years

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NOELLE KUMARI’S BC

day two | group date

the girls go out to oasis springs for their bowling date!

katarzyna attempts to make conversation with noelle

stephanie looked uncomfortable the entire time

blake wanted to do her own thing and danced with baylee

noelle, amelie, kaia, and devyn played arcade games together

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 bachelorette challenge #ts4 bc #simblr #*noellekumaribc #*noelle kumari #*katarzyna nowazcyk by buglaur #*blake balik by simzonline #*amelie dumas by foxsimthings #*stephanie ouellette by grassyfilms #*baylee daniel by wastelandwhisperer #*kaia marx by kalopsiaxosims #*devyn amos by fizzytoo

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sihtriggyr · 1 year

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I am haunted by the sound of Amos Diggory shouting “that’s my son. that’s my boy. it’s my boy.”

#harry potter and the goblet of fire #harry potter #goblet of fire #triwizard tournament #triwizard champions #triwizard cup #amos diggory #cedric diggory #Jeff Rawle #robert pattinson #daniel radcliffe

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caribbean-ace · 2 years

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She’s an angel😍

Credits: (c)

#danielle savre #dani te amo #ma’am excuse me #i love everything about this photo #i am in love #and her eyes? oof #she’s on a mission #to ruin all the gays for sure

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thepermanentrainpress · 6 months

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Gallery: TesseracT @ Commodore Ballroom - Vancouver, BC Date: October 27, 2023 Photographed by: Danielle Costelo

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amoosarte · 3 months

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐌.𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

SUMMARY ! in which Max never cared about what happened to him on the track but when he sees them crash, his heart broke, he had ruined their dream.

FACECLAIM ! gender neutral, WARNINGS ! mention of suicidal thoughts, blood and traumatic things ahead !

Max never cared for his life, he wouldn't care less what happened to him on the track. The antidepressants that sat on his dresser just kept him in check, long enough for him to put a barrier.

He thought of other things, he will not deny, he's thought of ending it short but when his little sister did it before him, it made him snap.

He never liked hospitals, hated the gut wrenching feeling they gave. Max was almost a regular there because of his sister, she wasn't suicidal, he thought. She was just weak, not the healthiest. but it wasn't her fault.

His life was perfect, he will admit, his life was filled with things many people could wish for, but he himself was traumatized on the way as well.

Max was special, his sister described him. He was a gentle soul that had just been misunderstood most of his life, he's never been allowed to expression emotion off the track. She regretted making him scared, he didn't deserve that but she was just tired of it.

She was glad after that day, he started to take of himself, she didn't like it was because of her but it was something.

After the incident, Max expressed more towards his sister, called her before every race, just for her to pray for him, begging god to take care of him on the track.

Max gripped the steering wheel on his car, his eyes burning holes into the lights as they flashed. red, red, red, green. Then he took off from his first place spot.

Max never cared for his life, he wouldn't care less what happened to him on the track. But he did care for the other, he would try to drive ahead sometimes, try to get away from the crowd, not to cause accidents, but it was also apart of the job.

Las Vegas was difficult, a very risky race track. Max however was prepared for it, he always was. However when he was sparks fly during the 40th lap, his heart dropped.

You had hit a manhole, making him step on breaks not wanting crash into you but he did, causing you to hit another manhole, resulting in your car being flipped, then harshly shoved into the barricade, only to spin off the track.

Christian was on the other side of comms, telling Max that there was a red flag in the air. Max's blood ran cold, you got hurt and it was all his fault, he immediately put his car in the pit lane.

Max could only see what was happened in the television inside the garage, his engineers stood in shook, scared and speechless. Max was scared, he genuinely looked pale.

"It seems as Red Bull Driver Y/N has been in a fatal car crash near turn 14th, my god.." Max eyes widen, your car was beaten, turned over and they couldn't see you.

Three harsh turns, the dark navy blue car was roughly scrapped on, the front wing was pulled off, now the only thing protecting you was the halo. But you didn't move.

Max could see every driver watch in horror as they try to pull you out of the car, they could see blood spill out of your track suit. They pulled your numb body out as they held the wound, calling emergency over.

Your helmet was pulled off, only to see strokes of blood reek down. Your eyes were open but you couldn't feel anything, your were simply motionless.

Max could see Christian rush off to help assist, and take you to the hospital, then they moved on like it was nothing, they were back to racing in a matter of seconds.

He placed 3rd that race.

And I won't, see you again...

He never liked hospitals, hated the gut wrenching feeling they gave him. The first he saw was you plugged up to the life support machine, you having needles poking in your veins, then your dead eyes.

Max felt compelled to apologize, he wanted to apologize.

He could see your eyes follow him as he sat near you, placing a vase of flowers near a filled table of them already. He bit his lip and held back tears as you still smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, I really am." Max words broke you, as you saw the boy cry for the first time. Your okay arm held his hand, squeezing it tightly. "It's not your fault Max, it's just my bad luck."

You could see it in his eyes he still felt guilty,and it broke your heart. "Max, I don't want you to blame yourself, it was an accident." You squeezed his hand tightly once again, making him nod. After a few more minutes of you comforting him, he asked again.

"Will you come back, will you be okay?" You didn't have the slightest clue if you were, but the boy in front of you was dying to know, he was stressed and sorry, so the best thing to do was to lie.

"You know I always bounce back, don't worry dude." You jokes a bit making him feel reassured. You hated lying, but you knew damn well this was over for you.

You knew it was over the moment Christian came into your hospital room, giving you a sad look on his face, his face said it all, and you let your wall crumbles down, and let the water drip down.

It had been a week since your crash in Las vegas, now it was now the day before the second to last race of the season, and your announcement was released.

"Hello everyone, today I will be announcing what will be of me for the rest of the season. First things first, I will not be joining F1 again. Take this as my announcement of retiring."

"Some other things, This accident was no ones fault but mines, I will not blame my teammate and my friend for this accident. It was simply and accident."

"I want to thank everyone for being so kind to me these past 2 seasons, you were all wonderful and I'm glad I could experience it with you all. To my team who opened their arms towards me and welcomed me in, you were all wonderful to be around, these seasons of working together, I’m grateful to you all, to my teammate, it was a pleasure working with you, I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I were given another chance.”

“To my fans, thank you for supporting me through this journey. To be loved by many people is a blessing and you were all there to see me at my weakest and my strongest, I pray you all understand why I’m doing this.”

“I leave wishing all love and accomplishments and acceptance, I’m just another driver that will pass by, thank you for giving me a chance to live my dream, even if it was just for a while.”

With that the video cuts and there was no more of you.

To say the least, everyone was shocked, I mean they could sense that something was going to happen to you, but you retiring was something that no one could see coming.

Many drivers had called you, messaged you, expressing their feeling about this, and how they were going to miss you.

Max on the other hand didn't take the news okay, he was back into a rather depressing state, it little space he could never get out of, no matter how many antidepressants he took.

He wouldn't lie, he felt like the bad guy in this story, he had taken your dreams away. Yet again here you were not blaming him, he felt like it was his fault but it wasn't.

He had called you the day of the race, needing to tell you he was sorry one last time. Only to hear you forgive him and not to blame himself because in the end it was accident.

It only took a while but he could hear you cry on the other line, sobbing lightly, still reassuring him. You wouldn't lie anymore, you were hurt.

Racing had been your dream since you were little but now you were forced into retirement because your brain didn't work normally anymore, Because the lack of skill.

If you were a bit better you'd miss that manhole, and you would be finishing your second season. To finish your dream, but everything that's good comes with a price.

Max could only stand still on the podium, where he stood at P1. He raised his trophy, hoping you knew this was for you. Everything he would be doing was for you, because he wanted you to live your dreams through him.

You're not a person, You're my friend..

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𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, ⟢ more!

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yangnaseon · 10 months

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send 💜 ⸻your character posts their favourite picture of my character . (daniel)

não quero mais dormir do seu lado prefiro ficar acordado guardado seu rosto pra lembrar de você

#daniel monteiro #qualidade 0 #mas eu amo demais esse print #ㅤ•ㅤ𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀ㅤ.

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iamnakedwheniseeyou · 1 year

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Le cose che abbiamo in comune sono così tante che quasi spaventa. Viviamo da più di vent' anni ed entrambi comunque, da meno di trenta.

Ci piace mangiare, dormire, viaggiare, ballare, sorridere e fare l'amore

Lo vedi, son tante le cose in comune che a farne un elenco ci voglio almeno tre ore...

Abbracciarti, studiare il tuo corpo, vedere che in viso eri già tutta rossa e intanto scoprire stupito e commosso che avevi le mie stesse identiche ossa

E allora ti chiedi, non è sufficiente?

Cos'altro ti serve per esserne certa

Con tutte le cose che abbiamo in comune, l'unione fra noi non sarebbe perfetta?

#alfa #le cose in comune #daniele Silvestri #amore #lyrics #songs #frasi #frasi d'amore #ti amo #amore vero #citazioni canzoni #canzoni d'amore #canzoni italiane #cantautori #love #insieme #Spotify

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escriboloquesiento · 2 years

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Te voy a explicar por qué rompimos...

Y la maldita verdad es que te quise demasiado.

#Y por eso rompimos #te amo #desamor #te extraño #te quiero #frases en español #frases de amor #frases tumblr #isabel montalvo #amor #escritos #libros #daniel handler

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sftredemption · 1 year

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Quisiera

Decirle a mis latidos

Que ya no tiene sentido

Que ya no vas a estar

Quisiera

Que fueras más sencilla de olvidar

Quisiera

Sin versos, ni poesías

Detalles sobre el día

En que te fuiste así, con él

¡Qué pena!

Pues fuiste mi mañana

Mi hoy, mi ayer

#te amo #te extraño #letras #daniel me estás matando #quisiera #v

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