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frenchcurious · 2 years
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La Chrysler 1957 de Danny Vandergriff devant l'incroyable Price Tower, le seul gratte-ciel de Frank Lloyd Wright à Bartlesville, Oklahoma. - source Danny Vandergriff.
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In memory of Roger Corman, who passed at the age of 98...
As requested by @algusunderdunk, this gif collection of Corman and Vincent Price's work over the years.
Rest in peace, sir. You're a legend. Tell Vincent we say hi.
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kosemsultanim · 9 months
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THE WHITE QUEEN 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY WEEK | Day 5 (August 18): Best Queen → Elizabeth Woodville
I cannot choose my allies, Elizabeth. And to save my son, I would plot with the devil himself!
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chamomiletealeaf · 5 months
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Alex Keller is definitely the type to call your pussy “kitty” in the most himbo dad joke way when he’s fingering or fucking you.
“Oh such a pretty kitty hm?”
“Kitty likes that yeah?”
“Mm kitty’s purring for me isn’t she.”
“Ooh kitty likes being stretched like that hm?”
Or as he’s eating you out
“Mm knew this kitty would taste so fucking good.”
“Fuck can feel kitty purring.” (Referring to you throbbing on his tongue)
“I just make this kitty so happy don’t I?”
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tanked-up · 6 months
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Gaz: Soap’s first kiss with Ghost was so fucking awkward…
Soap: What do you mean!?
Ghost: It was, Johnny…
Gaz: HE WAS EIFFEL TOWERING YOU WHILE YOU WERE OUT THERE LOOKIN’ LIKE THE STATUE OF LIBERTY
Soap: That is the meanest thing someone has ever said to me, Gaz!
Ghost: You know it’s true…
Soap: YOU ACTING ALL SASSY NOW? WAIT TILL I GROW A COUPLE INCHES
Price: Your done growing, Son
Soap: Y’KNOW WHAT, IM OUTTA HERE, SAY BYE TO SOAP, MHM! NO MORE OF HIM
Price: You sure you want him, Simon…?
Ghost: He’ll grow…
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onaperduamedee · 3 months
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"And took whatever price they wanted."
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ripplerain · 2 months
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my faves
my top beloveds
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huariqueje · 5 months
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‘Paris’ in a Snow Globe    -   Nicole Price , 2019
British ,b. ?  1950s
Oil on canvas, 26 x 21 cm. 10 x 8 in.
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wildflowercryptid · 6 months
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extremely important psa : tangle tower is included in steam's autumn sale and is currently $3.99 USD. (the previous game in the series, detective grimoire: secret of the swamp, is also on sale for $1.39 USD.) its minimum system requirements are super generous so i'm begging people to play this game if they're able, it's so freaking good.
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undeadhousewife · 4 months
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The only thing missing from Colin is the never ending swear words and random kicks to the pc towers when they act up
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awkward-sultana · 13 days
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(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Anne Neville's dark green gown with dark brown fur trim in 1x02,3,4,6,7,9
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deiaiko · 4 months
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#18.1 Rak
Rak let out a huff and sat down next to Agni. Agni peeked over at Rak, who was looking far ahead, as if his past were replaying right before him.
TW: Self harm and suicide…in a way? (Sorry if it gets too dark. I put the TLDR on the tags)
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"I met him back when I was young, about a hundred years ago," Rak started.
Agni was taken aback at how long the gap between their time travel was. He wondered how much his Rak had changed.
"It was getting cold, which meant it was hunting season. I got bored and picked a fight with the toughest and biggest prey I could find."
Agni hummed when Rak paused for a moment too long, "Let me guess. You underestimated it and you lost?"
"The river was slippery!" Rak crossed his arms defensively. "And I didn't lose!"
"Sure," Agni rolled his eyes, one corner of his lips upturned. "How come?"
"I didn't lose, but I didn’t win either." Rak looked away, probably in embarrassment. "Another spear pierced its head before mine. That's when I met him."
From the way Rak's expression turned fiery, Agni had a suspicion that that exact moment had affected Rak more than what he spilled out. It didn't surprise him however, since he knew Rak’s ego.
"He was around for a while, acting like he cared about me." Rak huffed again, more fondly this time, eyes closed and arms still crossed. "He taught me a few fancy tricks with rocks and how to hunt better. He talked a lot about turtle this and turtle that. There were so many, I don't remember. But Black and Blue turtles were the ones he talked about the most, saying something like 'no one else will be more worthy prey than them.'"
Agni felt his chest tighten. To think that their Rak had acknowledged them and even bragged about it…it filled him with a sense of pride and longing.
"I didn't believe him then, since turtles are boring and no way they could do what he said they could." Rak paused and untangled his arms, eyes focusing and turning predatory, "But when he said that these turtles were unlike what we had there, I have been wanting to meet those turtles he told me about and hunt them."
Rak's story was intriguing. But even if it flattered him, Agni was more curious about his Rak's whereabouts. "What happened to him then? Wasn't he…badly injured?"
Rak frowned and went silent. But when he found his voice, it lacked its previous vigor. "He was. It looked fresh and so impossible to walk with, but he did. I asked if it was painful, but he said he didn’t feel a thing."
Third-degree burn. Agni thought to himself. But there was no way it spread evenly. Some areas must've been painful.
"He definitely lied," Rak voiced Agni's thought. "He was just acting to look tough."
The edge of Agni's lips twitched in an attempt to suppress his smile. That's him alright. And of course Rak could figure his own self easily. 
"One day he challenged me in an all out duel," Rak's gaze turned dark. "His wounds had weakened him over the months, and it was obvious who would be the winner."
Agni frowned at the implication.
Wordlessly, Rak called out his arms inventory which held a familiar looking spear that shouldn't have been in his possession at this point in time. Agni would recognize that design anywhere, "...Mad shocker."
"He said he wanted to test me, and he gave me this." Rak glared at the spear as if it was responsible for his misfortune. "And later told me that I should be proud, for only a true hunter was allowed to defeat him."
Agni felt his throat going dry, and gulped. "He died, didn't he?"
Rak's eyes sharpened. Whether it was in regret or anger, Agni couldn't tell. "I killed him." 
Agni didn't know what to feel about that. On one hand, he could empathize with how much pain Rak must've felt from the injury, especially with the lack of proper treatment that could cure or even just lessen the pain. But on the other hand, it meant that his Rak was truly gone, in such a way, and he still couldn't wrap his head around it.
Rak put his pipe back to invisible mode, like looking at it had brought him so much grief. "I've never used that spear since."
The silence stretched, with only the loud noises coming from the training ground to fill it. Agni wasn't sure how to reply to that without being overly friendly nor physical, and he definitely wouldn't do that to Rak, who only met him today.
Sitting beside Rak like this reminded him of their chat before the workshop battle, on the balcony. It was when Rak truly let him see his buried feelings, his desire to climb the tower together with him and Grace. And with that, the grief finally started to dawn on him. The scar on his face felt itchy and his hand was already clawing at his mask before he registered the motion. He sighed and put his hand back on his knee, pushing the tangled feeling to the back of his mind to be dealt with later. And since the silence had stretched out for too long, he asked; "What was he to you?"
"A rival," Rak looked thoughtful before adding, "and family."
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Vincent Price/Edgar Allan Poe/Roger Corman movie collaboration (1960-1964)
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marclef · 2 months
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SONIC SAYS: I'm proud of ya :')
I just think that you are such a wonderful and sweet person (and i just ADORE the way you draw fakey and Gus...i love that thing when people draws Gustavo with a HALF ASS BALDING HEAD-) and just your art, all of them are...just something that I can't describe just by one word, but, your artwork just makes people so happy, and that's really something to be proud of!
I just think that's very cute and kinda silly! and also, I hope you are feeling great and better now.
have a nice week! and always remember, you are a great fella! <D
OKAY, BYE BYE-
t..thank you Sonic 🥺............
fr though that is so sweet, it means a lot to me hearing people say that they like my art! you guys are all too sweet to me ❤❤
..... and, just for you, you are allowed one Slap of Gustavo's Big Round Bald Head. enjoy 🤗
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vade-retroo · 10 days
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why almost every media featuring richard iii exclude edward of middleham (his son) existence? it adds so much to his character
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gameraboy2 · 2 years
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Vincent Price
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