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2004's Avengers Vol.1 #503 (turning 20 today, feel old yet ?) cover by David Finch, Danny Miki and Frank D'Armata.
#Avengers#Captain America#Avengers Disassembled#Brian Michael Bendis#Danny Mike#Frank D'Armata#marvel comics#marvel#comics#cover#art#00s#2000s comics#20 years ago#fallen heroes#cover art#cool cover art#process#cap#avengers assemble#avenger disassemble#cool comic art#steve rogers#the end of an era#chaos#the avengers#20th anniversary#David Finch#Bendis's Avengers#road to new avengers
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I knew Mike Faist was in this movie, I just wasn't prepared for how much cunt he would serve in this role... Mr. Tumnus beard and all.
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face down ass up back arched legs spread
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hope everyone is having a great priDE MONTH!!! shout out to the gays 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
#byler#stranger things#mike wheeler#will byers#danny gonzalez ref#DID YOU GET THE DANNY REF#edits#my edits#byler edits#byler edit
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“do you mind? all i got is love for you. are you mine? i will make time for you, too.” — ennis del mar about jack twist, probably
#unrequited scene#ennis del mar#jack twist#brokeback mountain#brokeback mountain play#brokeback mountain west end#west end#lucas hedges#mike faist#honey boy#otis lort#lady bird#danny o'neill#manchester by the rea#patrick chandler#dear evan hansen#connor murphy#west side story#riff#riff lorton#panic#dodge mason#challengers#art donaldson#ennis del mar and jack twist#jack twist and ennis del mar#ennis and jack#jack and ennis#ennis x jack#jack x ennis
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ miss honey x benny cross ୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
da masterlist (main hive)
✎ elementary-teacher!reader x biker!benny 🏍️
residue
da beginning:
✎ sweet talkin’
✎ honey, are you comin’?
to be continued….
goin’ steady:
✎ teachin’ a lesson
✎ wearin’ that loved on look
to be continued….
bein’ married:
✎ m’no good
to be continued…
baby honey:
to be continued…
from the hive 🎙️🐝
honey interviews from the vault curtesy of danny lyon !
(🎤︎) session 1
#miss honey x benny cross#benny cross x reader#the bikeriders fanfiction#austin butler fanfiction#benny cross#johnny davis#johnny the bikeriders#benny the bikeriders#residue da series#a residue installment#from the hive 🎙️🐝#danny the bikeriders#danny lyon#mike faist
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happy birthday to our most beloved will byers :) here're some byler grease concept sketches
#byler#byler fanart#byler grease au#sandy will and danny mike#we've got the angelic pure imagery protagonist#who feels confused and betrayed by the group leader character#(who is like the corniest person alive)#because he is pressured by the norms of american high school to change the way he acts around them#DON'T YOU SEE#and then in the end they both compromise some of that to be happy in love#it's a story of change and LOVE#guys#when i tell you i'm so unwell about this#will byers#will byers fanart#mike wheeler#mike wheeler fanart#stranger things#stranger things 4#my art
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New old pics of Mike playing Danny in The Bikeriders
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(from The Mitchells vs. the Machines, 2021)
#the mitchells vs the machines#data privacy#ai#artificial intelligence#digital privacy#genai#quote#problem solving#technology#sony pictures animation#sony animation#mike rianda#jeff rowe#danny mcbride#abbi jacobson#maya rudolph#internet privacy#internet safety#online privacy#technology entrepreneur
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→ Mike Faist: Pinball: The Man Who Saved the Game and The Bikeriders parallels
1. feeling so tired after west side story he almost didn't do pinball vs feeling so tired after challengers he almost didn't do the bikeriders 2. playing roger sharpe in pinball who interviewed the founding fathers of the game vs playing danny lyon in the bikeriders who interviewed kathy and the vandals 3. staying with roger to learn about pinball before filming pinball vs staying with danny to learn about photography before filming the bikeriders 4. roger playing with his pencil in pinball vs danny playing with his pencil in the bikeriders 5. having to wear fake facial hair as roger in pinball vs having to wear fake facial hair as danny in the bikeriders
#mike faist#pinball: the man who saved the game#pinball#pinball film#pinball movie#roger sharpe#bragg brothers#austin bragg#meredith bragg#the bikeriders#the bikeriders film#the bikeriders movie#danny lyon#the vandals#jeff nichols#connor murphy#dear evan hansen#deh#jack twist#brokeback mountain#riff#riff lorton#west side story#panic#dodge mason#challengers#art donaldson#my byline#interview#what's holy 2 queue
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first edit on tumblr who’s hype
#mike faist#mike faist edit#edits#challengers#challengers 2024#the bikeriders#danny lyon#danny lyon edit
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can you read my mind? i been watchin' you.
#mike faist#the bikeriders#danny#challengers#panic#dodge mason#art donaldson#mike faist fanfic#art donaldson x reader#dodge mason x reader#vintage americana#moodboard#mike faist moodboard#ethel cain crush#ethel cain aesthetic
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let’s understand that this is Mara immediately post breakup so this means i get to have it as wild as i want it to be...but anyway, all i’ve been thinking about is rebounding with Danny, duh. Beyond suggestive, it's directly implied, 2k words and a big thank you to @frnchgirls, rose is a most gracious help. Enjoy 🥰
“What about like this?”
If anyone asked Danny the series of events that led him here, there would be no sane answer. Friday night he meets you at the Vandals’ bar, Saturday night he learns that you live in Chicago but were dating another Vandal in a different chapter and just suffered a messy break up, and by Sunday afternoon he’s got you posing on his bed with the brand new knowledge that before you got into that relationship you were a lingerie model until that guy made you quit.
“Danny?” You ask him again, leaning on your elbows and one knee slightly bent to the side over the other.
He shakes himself out of his daydreaming to realize that reality is ten times better and hopes you don’t notice his dazed off gaze from your side of the camera. “Yeah?”
“Is this a good pose?”
Kathy told you that you should get back into modeling, then offered Danny to help you practice, maybe get new photos to show some agents. Neither of you were busy this weekend, so now here you are in a brand new soft blue babydoll negligee that she made you buy the minute she heard about the split, on Danny’s bed.
God, how he washed those sheets and cleaned all over his apartment as soon as you asked if you could do it at his place. It hasn’t been so neat since he toured the place. But now there you are wanting him to tell you if you look good in your lingerie on his bed. But photography is his job, he’s a professional, he can do this.
He could do this, if his tongue wasn’t suddenly tied until he swallowed thickly. “Yeah, maybe you just lean back a little more?”
“Like this?”
“Perfect.” He captures the picture and tries some more from a few different angles. “What about laying down?”
“Mhm,” you move a bit further down the bed and let your hair fall around you as best it could on its own. “Here?”
“Yeah, can I move your hair?”
“Yeah,” he rearranges your strands so they frame your face perfectly and look as effortless as possible.
“Gorgeous.” The shudder clicks right as he said it, so fast that he hits it a second time just to catch your smile when he says it.
“Really?” He catches the moment your face changes from eyes closed and sultry, to open and joyous.
“Beautiful.”
“Me? Or just your pictures?
“You, and the pictures of you.”
“Thank you,” you roll over again and he gets one from another angle.
It was never anything crazy, the sets you modeled. Just some odd jobs for more local boutiques, never anything obscene or ridiculously lavish. Danny refuses to believe that though. You make plastic rhinestones shine like diamonds. Machine spun cotton lace looks like hand threaded silk from Paris the second it touches your skin.
“Do you think we got enough of this one?” you ask.
“I think so. I can get these developed and have them ready in a few days,” he starts packing his camera away. “What size did you say you wanted?”
“Oh I don’t know, but— Well actually I brought one more thing to try on. Unless you want to be done?”
He’s not sure how much more of this he can really take. How much longer can he be in the same room as you before he busts just from looking at you.
“Yeah, sure- I’ll be in the kitchen.”
He tries not to stare as you slide of the bed and start looking through the bag you brought on his way out the door.
3 minutes later your head is poked out of the door and into the kitchen, “Danny, you can come in now.”
Oh what a sight you are. The black nightgown reaches down all the way to your ankles, the silky fabric falls over your hips so perfectly, and the only thing between the air and your chest is a thin layer of the finest lace he’s ever seen. “I haven’t worn this in years.”
“That’s a shame.” He can’t believe he’s said that, especially in the tone he did, like he couldn’t believe you wouldn’t even wear it just by yourself. You must know how you look in it, how it looks tailored to your body in every square inch.
“I know. But he didn’t like it. It’s vintage Chantelle, all silk. Didn’t know how to appreciate it properly.” You sit back on the bed again and just then he notices the slit up one side that just about nears the top of your thigh.
You’re about to take a new pose when he asks you a most peculiar question.
“I’m sorry?” You ask.
“Do you mind if I move you?” He says with more confidence this time and what a gift that he did.
“Sure.”
He sets the camera down on his dresser and comes towards you. With his hands on your shoulders— your nearly bare shoulders, his thumbs fitting perfectly just into the dips of your clavicles —he leads you to lay down against the pillows and rearranges your hair. He takes one of your hands and places it beside your head, the other he moves across your torso with your hand cusping your hip bone. He steps back a bit to consider your legs, with respect to the slit. After slowly, so slowly coasting down the length of your leg, he softly pulls one ankle down straight, and pushes the other slitted one up so that it is slightly bent at the knee and tilts it towards the other.
He takes a second to look at you, really look at you, and he can’t believe anyone would ever try to keep you from this.
Maybe he’s just getting to know your form, for the sake of the composition, you think. But only for a moment before you see him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, just for a second but you notice.
Finally, finally, he takes the first picture of you like this. With the click of the shutter you’ve made your mind up, you decide to press your luck. “What if I like…” you bring the hand that was on your hip up to your mouth and bite the top knuckle of your index finger.
“Yes.”
“What’s the look you’re thinking though?”
“They’re your pictures. I’m thinking whatever you want me to think.”
“But you’re the photographer, the artist.”
“You’re the art.”
“Would you kiss me?”
He nearly drops the camera. “What?”
“They like when pictures tell stories, the story would be that I’m messy and ravished and the clothes are serving their intended purpose. If you’re alright with that?”
He so absolutely, most certainly, positively is more than just alright with that. “Yeah, ok.”
You push yourself back up on the bed while he positions himself at the edge. “So how do you wa—“ he’s cut off by your pull to his collar and the press of your lips. Surpassing his initial surprise he brings a hand up around you to hold your waist, and the other up to your jaw. Messy, you want it messy. And salacious, lascivious even. Beyond suggestive, obvious is what you need. He can tell from the way you continue to pull him into you even as his chest is flush against yours.
You pull away panting for no more than a second to order “Get the camera off the bed.” How sweet of you to be concerned, he nearly leaps over you to put it on the nightstand and he’d like to say ‘if it were any less expensive’ he would have just thrown it, but he knows that the price of it wasn’t what stopped him, it was the fear of damaging even a single one of those pictures of you.
As he’s leaning over you, you slide down a little further on the bed so he can reach you easier. Or maybe to muss your hair up a little more if it’s against the pillows, or any other excuse you could make to make it seem like this is all for the picture and not your own desires.
From there it is licks, bites, tugs, sucks of lips. And you’re trying, you’re both trying to keep your hands out of it, but how could you when his hair is so soft and the back of his neck is the perfect shape for you to hold. And how could he when your skin is so perfect and your bare leg is right there.
“I want a hickey.”
“Huh?”
“Kiss my neck.” He kisses you twice more on his way to your throat and you can’t help the sound you make when he reaches the perfect spot. Already he has you gasping for air. “Oh god.” His hand slithers up the slit, sliding even higher in search of your hip bone or waist to hold.
“Wait,” He lifts himself to be eye level with you, “wait—“
“Hm?”
“Sorry, just…You’re—This is real now, right?”
“Yes, yes, very real.” You rush to pull him back down to your lips and nearly crash noses with the way he rushes down to meet you.
“Mmph,” he groans at the scratch of your nails across his scalp and just the sound makes your back arch. Moving down again, he passes soft kisses down the valley of your chest. You’re positive he can feel the beat of your heart through every inch of your skin. How you’ve missed this, being wanted, being adored. And how he’s missed crossing beyond the other side of the lens, the feel of sculpting another body just by the skill of his touch.
As he’s pushing the side of your skirt up and away a sudden fear strikes you, “Wait!”
“What is it?” He immediately sits back and takes his hands away, looking into your eyes for any cause for concern.
“I’m so sorry, but I really don’t want to rip it.”
“Oh,” you see him immediately relax, “So…”
You make no answer, though you do sit up to your knees and move the skirt out from underneath you. With a gesture to the strap that has fallen off your shoulder, he finally gets the message. However, in the spirit of fairness, his own shirt is the first thing to go and before you have time to remember your original intent you both rise on your knees just to kiss again. You feel before you look while your hands roam his torso.
And slowly, so slowly, through wandering presses, pulls, and squeezes, he reaches the sides of your thighs and takes your nightgown by the seams to lift it over your head. He takes it by the straps to hang by the corner of the headboard rather than tossing it to the floor.
You guide him forwards as you move to your back again, his knee moves between your legs while his fingertips smooth along your jaw. His eyes dance around your face, and as embarrassed as he may be to admit it, he takes a fleeting glance down the space between your bodies. An idea flashes before him, a bold one, but at this point in the afternoon he’s not sure there’s much left that could happen between you two that’d be too bold. He reaches for the camera slowly enough that you knew exactly what he wants. You resist the instinct to shy away when you still see his soft gaze over the camera. The shudder clicks and he drops it back on the nightstand, “That one’s not making it into the book,” Danny smirks at his own teasing before leaning back into you to finish what he started with a smile still on his lips.
#danny lyon x reader#the bikeriders#the bikeriders fanfiction#mara's fics#danny x reader#mike faist x reader#the bikeriders smut
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Mike Faist as Danny Lyon in The Bikeriders trailer // Sept 2023
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danny stares, but he swears it's just because he's an artist, y'know? he sees things others don't take the time to notice. i mean, it has absolutely nothin' to do with how infatuated he is with you.
danny knows his place in the club; he's the ridealong - the one who sits there n'listens and doesn't stick his nose anywhere it doesn't belong until one day he has to because these guys don't look too good. danny stares. it's the way their lips curl and how their eyes refuse to leave your ass despite benny's cut resting inches above it. it's no good. no good at all n'he knows shit is going to pop off the moment you extract yourself from the gaggle of wives and girlfriends. it's not your fault. you should be allowed to walk off to get a fuckin' beer without havin' people grope at ya. it's not your fault that danny has a broken nose. but he does.
the fucked up part of it all is that he would do it again just for the iota of attention you're giving him :( it happened so fast: the way one of the new guys grabbed you, but danny was there n'usin' all his upper body strength to push 'em off. danny's bony fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled you into his arms an' he doesn't really remember when he got punched in the nose, but he recalls the way johnny n'benny came chargin' in and how chaos erupted and how he looked down to find you tremblin' and scared and staring right up at him.
danny stares because in this sorry excuse for a house, you are the most beautiful thing in it. he's never been this close to you before; so close he can see galaxies in your eyes and smell your perfume and see your pulse thrumming hummingbird fast in the soft hollow concave of your neck. it's not your fault danny has a broken nose, but you are sure going to take care of him anyway. you're standin' between his legs as he sits on the toilet cover, one hand carefully balancing his chin while the other gently orchestrates a cleanup effort with a wet handkerchief. you're so pretty n'danny thought he'd taken enough pictures to know what you look like but apparently not. he never knew about that freckle, n'that little quirk to your lips n'he wants to ask about that scar but his mouth is so dry from the adrenaline and sonny's weed and just bein' this close to you that he finds he can't talk. can only listen as you hum some song and thank him every now n'then for comin' to your rescue. the way you look at him - i mean, it's more than just casual, right? danny's stared at you long enough to articulate that twinkly look in your eyes. y'only ever have it when benny n'johnny are around, but you've got it now. now as you toss the hankie into the sink. now as you reach down and take his hand and help 'em up. now as you're grinnin' at him, tuggin' the lapels of his cut and makin' him promise to stay outta trouble - to "let the big guys handle it." - n'he doesn't know what that means but danny nods regardless because you could tell him to jump off a building and he would.
so, okay, maybe danny's staring has something to do with how infatuated he is with you, but that's okay. right?
#DANNY DANNY DANNY DANNY DANNY#for my danny lovin' girl suse#danny lyon#mike faist#danny from the bikeriders#the bikeriders x reader#mike faist x reader#danny lyon x reader#oh he'd be such a sweet lil subby boy#✍🏼
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Another thank you to @mkilltra for her never ending love and support and input on my journeys (hockey post) (6/?)
#sorry for all the tz stuff in all of these he’s just a cartoon character to me#actually sorry for also just using the same dudes over and over again but what can I say. I know my guys!#trevor zegras#jamie drysdale#travis konecny#claude giroux#quinn hughes#jeff carter#mike richards#danny briere#nolan patrick#dalsy originals
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