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squarehead333 · 8 months

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Dylan Horrocks, Alan Moore, Steve Grove and Dan Clowes: imagining comics that don't exist.

#GenuineHumanRiches #HereComeThoseTearsAgain #FallenTreesBringRepercussions #comics #Borges #Melancholia #dan clowes #dylan horrocks #steve grove #alan moore

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wroteclassicaly · 8 months

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A/N: We’re blaming Joe for always acting up, and Steve for whining that I cheated on him, so he sent me mega inspiration for this one ☺️😛

Warnings: Language, overall NSFW, sub!Steve to the extreme, spit play, rough sex, leaving marks, cowgirl goes riding position, possessiveness, friends with benefits, best-friend!Steve, mentions scars, consensual smacking (m receiving), finger sucking, e.t.c. This is just no plot with some trash and love poured in ;)

You love it.. Just like this. His baby blue curtains blowing, whipped around by evening’s up and coming Autumn breeze, hints of salty summer trickling through, remaining, a few apple and cedarwood candles mingling with your perfume, Steve’s cologne, and the heavy scent of sopping wet sex. You’ve got a low lamplight to guide your two person show, in your element, unafraid, owning it, protecting him, taking for you. Some song rolls on his record player, one you often prefer over the stereo when you get into these types of moods. His body is your map and you’re the Queen explorer, pleasuring yourself with each and every treasure that he has to offer.

The black gloss of a fresh manicure stares back up at you from where you’re clawing into his hairy chest, chestnut tufts matted down by perspiration and your drying salvia. Okay, so you’d gone a little crazy when you marked him, but it’s not your fault that the little gold chain he wears looks so good laying against his golden baked skin, begging for contrasting shades of magentas and navy blues. You’d done one of Steve’s favorite things, after all: healing his scars by using your mouth to carefully taste each one, every single time. He didn’t have much time to worry about them, because there you’d be, understanding, helping. He whines loudly, a sound that causes you to clench around him, making you struggle to retain your control.

Your bouncing on his thick cock ceases, that creamy squish causing a wet ring to circle his base and smear across his navel. Holy fuck, you’re really wet tonight…

And Steve, god love him. He can’t even look. Mossy eyes blown black, his eyes have rolled up and are caught between clenching shut and closing entirely. Your hand leaves his chest and cracks across his stubble littered jaw, nails pinching in to jerk his gaze towards you. He throbs, jumps inside your walls, that sucks him in deeper.

“Wake up, Harrington! Am I boring you?”

He shakes his head so fast that you bury a snort deep within, humming out instead. “You gonna talk to her again? Look at her again?”

The start of your possessive streak being upped tonight. In the downtown costume store, Bambi Anderson had found Steve with a fascination that gagged, modeling her cat costume and practically draping herself across his arm to ask what his plans were. And he’d crossed his arms beneath that black, vee neck long sleeve, chest hair and chain on display, dark jeans tight and leaving nothing to the imagination, secured by a black belt with a thick silver buckle. He’d worn new black boots, a differing choice for his growing style. A leather jacket was tossed lazily over his shoulder, pissing you off.

When you’d left the store, Steve had taken you back to his. And well, you’d taken him. On your knees against his front door to get him hard, quick enough to have your way with him. You didn’t want fingers or mouth, you needed to show him who belonged inside of.

“No, fuck no —“ Steve stops himself, choking on spit, inhaling and exhaling sharply. “Fuck, I don’t even remember what happened, honey.”

“Walking around teasing me like you do. Wearing tight jeans, smelling like a fucking male model ad, licking your mouth when you put tapes away. And that chain? I mean… showing it with your chest hair, Steve? Jesus Christ… You really do need to be watched at all times.”

He’s nodding, agreeing, that aching heat builds to a wet crescendo, threatening to drench you both.

You lean down a little closer, one hand wrapping around the tendons in his wrist, the other still keeping you balanced on his chest so you can keep moving your hips, dragging his fat cockhead against that spot inside that he’s called his for years. Your mouth is hot when you pant the words by his lips. “You deserve to be sat on. Just pull your pants and underwear down, have a seat on you all day. Cockwarm you so these bitches know where you belong, who you belong to.”

“Baby —“ You’re lifting his own wrist, cutting off his sentence, pulling apart three of his own fingers and pressing them into his lips. “Fucking suck! I’m talking now. I’ll let you know when you can answer me, slut!”

His hips arch off the bed, giving a piston into you, before remembering his place and suckling his fingers onto that hot tongue that’s had you seeing stars and planets. He doesn’t break eye contact, not even as you start to move, holding his wrist there with a squeeze, leaving nail marks, only to release and take it with you, a thick line of spit stringing from his fingertips to his swollen mouth. You swipe down and lick it off, pushing his arms up beside his hand and interlocking fingers. You shift and he pulls, every part of him tugging on your overworked cunt, sore and throbbing. He’s way more than a damned stretch.

“Where’s your fucking lube?” Your vocal language continues to fly free as you raise your hips a little and he struggles to tap beside him on the sheets, eyes glazed over and glossy. Fuck, is his lash line wet? Is he actually crying? His hair is a tousled and damp mess. He’s never been more beautiful, more sacred to you.

You crack open the bottle and let it drizzle onto the part of his cock that’s slid out of you, spreading it around on your own cunt and discarding. You sink back down with an overly squelching echo. “You and this fucking python, Steve. It’s the true monster of Hawkins, isn’t it? This fat cock, always splitting me wide open.”

He vibrates. You’ve never felt him pulse that hard in you, nearly triggering your orgasm. Shattering it apart, fragmenting. Your eyes widen. “If you fucking come, I’ll keep riding you until you’re screaming.”

You break that briefly, raising a brow to check in with him through this, soft and compliant to his needs, because you want nothing more than to fuck him stupid and care for him forever, despite your dizzying haze. He nods, in synch with you. Good to go.

You bend yourself down, hands sliding up and through his chest hair, tugging on his chain, nipples hardening as they brush over, pressing, the fat of your tits squishing when you’re right against him, held. You finger-tap your way up his biceps, fingers unfolding and nails scratching, leaving his upturned palms to cup the sides of his face, nosing him. “Mine.”

And that he is…

// Eat me paragraph //

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fuckyeahcourtneylove · 2 years

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hole photographed in ladbroke grove, london. march 29, 1993.

#hole #kristen pfaff #patty schemel #eric erlandson #1993 #steve gullick #hocus pocus #ladbroke grove

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purplesimmer455 · 12 days

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Sienna invites Megan, Iseul, and Steve to have dinner with her. Steve helps her cook bison stew and three sisters chili (I wanted to try the food options we received earlier). Meanwhile, Megan and Iseul set out the plates and cutlery.

The four of them sit down to eat, and Iseul smiles as Steve chats with Sienna about horse breeds and training, a conversation that goes over her head but she enjoys listening to. Megan puts a hand on her arm and Iseul smiles at her. "You ready to go home tomorrow, jagiya?" Iseul asks, and Megan nods. "Yeah, I am. It was fun but I always miss snuggling with you in our bed." Megan says and smiles as she hooks her leg with Iseul’s under the table.

#ts4 #mysims #Kang Family AU #Megan Kang-Liao #Steve Montes #Iseul Kang-Liao #Sienna Grove

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signorinaclaudiacardinale · 2 months

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Claudia Cardinale at the Oscars:

On 04/06/1965 Steve McQueen participated in the 37th Academy Awards 1965 as co-presenter with Claudia Cardinale for the Oscars for best sound.

They presented the famous statuette to George R. Groves for the Warner Bros Studios film My Fair Lady.

Rock Hudson, Claudia Cardinale and Steve McQueen with wife Neile Adams at the 37th Annual Academy Awards (Oscars), April 1965.

Claudia meet for first time Rock Hudson:

Claudia wore Nina Ricci dress:

#claudia cardinale #steve mcqueen #rock hudson #neile adams #George r groves #oscars #Oscars 1965 #oscars 2024 #the oscars #academy awards #my fair lady #60s #actress #actors #1965 #Nina ricci dress #nina ricci #warner bros #best sound

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cigarettesandharringrove · 2 years

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just a li ficlet because I’m a sucker for some wholesome harringrove & this idea just rotted my brain all day.

Enjoy~

Billy was always used to waking up alone, hell, he grew to embrace it as the norm for himself. It was one of the most consistent things in Billy’s life, along with Neils threats, and hangovers from partying any chance he got; it all made sense to Billy, even his hookups--they’d leave before he could open his eyes in the morning. Not that he cared all that much about it, he knew it was something about him, hard to understand but easy to let go.

Billy was always used to hearing his own heartbeat, it was always fast, ready for whatever shit would go wrong--because everything always went wrong for him, his mom leaving him with Neil in California proved that. Billy had a revolving door of people in his life, they’d enter briefly see all the shameful chaos that he is and as always, they would leave him. How could he blame them? Everyone always left in the end because he was stubborn and reckless, nobody wanted to play with a broken no-good sonofabitch like him.

Billy was always used to settling for that, so it came as a surprise and his own personal shock that he had to adjust himself to change what was hardwired into him for so long. He went from waking up alone to waking up in Steve’s house, fuck, even in Steve’s arms--somehow his head was always on the pretty boy’s chest. Every-single-fucking-time, without fail, Steve would have Billy entangled in his arms in the morning.

Billy wasn’t keen on it at first, he found it odd waking up to warmth--fleshy warmth, the small tickle of Steve’s chest hair against his cheek that roused him from his sleep. He thought maybe it was a trick at first too, that Steve would just leave him as everyone else did after awhile, get sick of him.

But Steve didn’t, Billy wasn’t used to just how steady and calm Steve’s heartbeats were, that’s what made his race some morning’s because how could someone make Billy feel... safe? It scared and excited him since the day they kissed, and that Steve always held him in a comfort he wasn’t ready to admit explicitly to Steve. It sounded far too cliche and sappy, calling someone home was too fucking silly to say aloud.

Now morning meant Billy got to watch Steve, lips pouted with a small bruise from them kissing the night before, love bites covering his shoulders, and a calm heartbeat that pulsed against his ear as he laid on Steve’s chest.

“Mmm, Enjoying the view?” Steve quipped with a lazy half smile on his lips, hazel eyes meeting Billy’s curious blues. Stretching his arms out, then resuming their original place, holding Billy.

“Your hairy jungle of a chest? No.” Billy pokes at Steve’s chest, their morning banter was another thing he had to get used to.

“Oh, you hurt me,” Steve lets out a chuckle as he pulls Billy into a lazy hug and directly against his chest, adding to the theatrics.

Billy pulls away shaking his head. “Your ego maybe, Harrington.” he rolls his eyes.

“No, you definitely hurt me,” Steve’s usual playfulness turns solemn and it catches Billy off guard.

“Really?” Billy watches as Steve’s eyes lock with his.

“mmhmm, right here,” Steve points to the small bruise on his lip and Billy wanted to laugh because how fucking cliche was he? “Oh, yeah that’s a nasty bruise,” Billy couldn’t keep a straight face and Steve smiled, his eyes softening.

“Kiss it better for me?” It came out as defenceless and sweet, but a pretty boy like Steve it always was sweet like honey.

And Billy, he was a sucker for that, “Hmm let me see,” he nears Steve’s face keeping just far enough that it teased the guy, “You sure a kiss will help it or make it worse, hm?”

Billy watches as Steve’s hand brushes a curl from his face, his brow furrowing into worry then his bottom lip pouts, “Please?”

Ah, shit, who was Billy to deny a kiss from his pretty boy, really?

He leans forward and kisses Steve’s lips, always soft, warm, welcoming--and he would be a fool to say it didn’t make him feel deliriously giddy inside. What he didn’t expect was Steve’s hand gripping the back of his head firmly, fingers tangled in his curls as he pulled Billy closer into a demanding kiss. Opening up his mouth, inviting Steve to deepen the kiss; their tongues swirling, and Billy moans loudly in response because fuck, it was hot to be reminded that Steve craves this as much as he does. And it’s consuming for Billy, he’s surrounded by Steve with all his senses; Steve’s smell, his touch, his voice, the sight of him, and the taste of him--just drowning in him and fuck, he would never get quite used to that, someone like Steve who seemed so untouchable, to being quite literally smothered by him.

When they pull apart, Steve grins cheekily like he had won at a carnival his favorite prize, “I feel much better now, so what are you thinking for breakfast... Waffles, eggs...?”

Billy shook his head, “Shit, Harrington, you are something else...” He rolls onto his back as he sighs, feeling a warmth in his chest right down to his toes, he had to admit he could get used to waking up like this. Safe and homely with his pretty boy, Steve. -

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nicholas-taylor-lover · 11 months

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So, uh, yeah, I'm trying to post more, but motivation is down

#stardew valley #cozy grove #sebastian stan characters #sebastian croft #kizzy edgell #edvin ryding #dream light valley #babyqueen #steve rogers #natasha romanoff

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nervoussystemmusicreverence · 7 months

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Aztec Camera - Working In A Goldmine

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Artist

Aztec Camera

Composer

Roddy Frame

Lyricist

Roddy Frame

Produced

Rob Mounsey

Credit

Roddy Frame - Vocals, guitar Rob Mounsey - Keyboards, keyboard programming Will Lee - Bass Steve Jordan - Drums Carol Steele - Percussion Lani Groves - Backing vocals Gordon Grody - Backing vocals Robin Clark - Backing vocals

Released

November 9 1987

Streaming

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#aztec camera #roddy frame #rob mounsey #will lee #steve jordan #carol steele #lani groves #gordon grody #robin clark #1980s #1987 #music #Youtube

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sunwarmed-ash · 2 years

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

You Know What They Say About Assuming…

Ship: Mungrove (Steddie and Harringrove set up)

Rating: This chapter Teen&^, whole fic Explicit

Tags: Filler Chapter, Smut turned into smut with plot, flirting, pining, gays being pals, Eddie, Robin, Steve and Billy for fruity four

"Ah! Bonjour M. Munson! Bienvenue sur votre ring préféré de l'Enfer!" (Ah! Good morning Mr. Munson! Welcome to your favorite ring of Hell!)

Eddie rolled his eyes at Robin’s obvious, flaunting of her French fluency. But like, of course it was easy for her, she's the only student he knows that actually listens to more French homework outside of school. For Fun. Like a Geek. And yeah, maybe Eddie played a fantasy game and preferred his guitar to people and was known by the charming nickname, ‘freak’, at least he wasn't a learning loving geek.

"Personne n'aime un baiser de cul Robin," (No one likes a kiss ass Robin,) Eddie sent back, only to get a scolding,

"Excusez-moi , Monsieur Munson?" From Professeur Claude.

"Je suis désolé Professeur Claude, je ne laisserai pas cela se reproduire," (I’m sorry Professor Claude, won't let it happen again) he lied, because it would absolutely happen again and all three of them knew it. She only rolled her pointed eyes and returned her attention back to the board.

“Hey, I got a ton to tell you.” He whispered, and Robin’s mischievous ocean eyes lit up.

“More girl trouble?” She asked, though they both read between the lines.

“Like you have no idea.”

“Usual spot outside?”

Professor Claude demanded everyone’s attention then, so Eddie just nodded, holding back the words his anxiety needed to get out.

Robin. Help. I’m desperately in love with two idiot men I can’t have and those two might have a more complicated relationship than even Me and Hargrove have. Oh yeah, we’ve hooked up twice already by the way, I’m sorry I didn't tell you.

#sinful sunday #mungrove #and steddie grove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things 2 #stranger things 4 #literally threw my diologue into google translate if its wrong please let me know

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2btheanswertothequestion · 1 year

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Good evening, please have this terrible idea:

Steddie Fight Club AU

Steve as the Narrator (normal, boring, stuck in a conforming lifestyle)

Eddie as Marla Singer (quirky, curly hair, somewhat British)

Billy as Tyler Durden (evil, silly mustache, punches the protag)

Robin as Bob (friends with the protag, simply the best)

Tommy as the guy who gets his face beaten in (deserves to have face beaten in)

Obviously, a few things would have to change. E.g., Robin (Bobin?) can't play the exact same role as Bob, because it would be wildly OOC for her. Also, she deserves better than to have her head blasted open 😔. She has to be there, though; she's and Steve are contractually obligated to be bffs no matter what universe they're in.

Anyway, doesn't it sound wonderfully heinous?

#*I'm* not going to write it but if this speaks to someone else then feel free?#tbh the main reason I'll never write or read this is because I'd rather drink bleach than touch mun//grove with a ten foot pole #doesn't matter it's actually just a hallucination it still makes me nauseous #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things

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thatwritererinoriordan · 1 year

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Will Ferrell was in Beech Grove yesterday. That's only a few miles from me. Dammit, I could have pitched him Yugoslavia!, the Will Ferrell-Hugh Jackman-Brandy Norwood movie idea that came to me in a dream.

#will ferrell #beech grove indiana #steve mcqueen's hometown #it's basically indianapolis #if you see will ferrell give him my zine

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tauntthetaintedlove · 2 years

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Taunt's Masterlist

Requests: Open

Last Updated: 7/3/22

No Shipping

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Fandoms:

Greta Van Fleet

Includes:

Josh Kiszka

Jake Kiszka

Sam Kiszka

Danny Wagner

Criminal Minds

Includes:

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

(Maybe more)

Stanger Things (coming soon)

Will Include:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Others (coming soon)

Will Include:

Bill Skarsgård

Jamie Campbell Bower

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Måneskin

Roman Godfrey

Henry Pearl

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mitjalovse · 1 year

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All these mercurial musical figures followed their own whims mostly thanks to their own financial successes. Yes, I put my definition of them in a paradox here, yet allow me to tell you what I mean on the case of David Bowie. Here's the deal – while he did have his own path to chart, I believe he didn't become the Bowie until his 80's that remains one of his most controversial eras. You are familiar with the fact he has been accused of selling out and the numbers from the time support this assertion. However, think of this – he would only be a cult item without him doing the cosplay of a pop star during the 80's. Also hear some of the works from them – some of them suck in a way only he could've made, but those that function marvelously do so because of him.

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purplesimmer455 · 12 days

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Back to the alternate universe:

Some random photos of Megan goofing around with Steve, Sienna's horse Flapjack getting stuck in the door while talking to his human, and Iseul passing Megan while making a goofy face.

#ts4 #mysims #Kang Family AU #Iseul Kang-Liao #Megan Kang-Liao #Steve Montes #Sienna Grove #Flapjack Grove

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1000leaps · 5 months

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#136 | Steve Jobs: "I have changed my position 180 degrees."

(image from here) As Pixar became a graphics technology leader in the mid-1990s, an Intel engineer once asked Steve Jobs for advice on how Intel, the chip maker, could improve its graphics performance. Jobs replied to the engineer and Intel CEO Andy Grove that Pixar could help, but it had taken Pixar over ten years to develop the know-how. Divulging the knowledge would be like giving away a…

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#Andy Grove #courage to change position #Intel #Pixar #share ideas #Steve Jobs

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cigarettesandharringrove · 2 years

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all i can think about is steve kissing billy’s skull tattoo when he’s pretty sure billy is asleep next to him & billy just having a dozy smirk on his face because this sentimental sappy dope of a guy

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #q the groves #just my brain rubbing two cells to produce seratonin #because god steve is a sappy guy #and billy fuckin loves that shit #wholesome headcanon #wholesome harringrove #hc

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