#Hands All Over
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
*Be the trippy cyber Rhack you want to see in the world.*
Pose is referenced from The Maroon 5 Album "Hands All Over" which from the moment I saw it I knew had to be made into Rhack. It just had to be.
#rhys strongfork#handsome jack#ai handsome jack#rhack#borderlands#my art#ai jack#rhys the company man#hands all over#maroon 5#feed my beautiful rhack lovers#also I know Jack has two right hands. it’s like that in the reference and after considering I choose to keep it like that#and give both hands a tattoo#making the second right hands tattoo a mix of Rhys and Jack#because Jack’s an AI his body plan can be whatever#it’s trippy cyber smut what do you want? a pony?
86 notes
·
View notes
Text
Put your hands away
#chris cornell#soundgarden#hands all over#chris cornell gifs#gifs#gif#soundgarden gifs#grunge#grunge gifs#grunge rock#90s grunge#90's grunge#louder than love#1990#90s#90's#1990s#1990's#rock#rock gifs#cornell#cc#my gifs#seattle#seattle washington#seattle wa#90#no one sings like you anymore
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
YoYo and Zeppeli what the hell are you doing
#jjba#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba fanart#jjba oc#jjba original character#Jotos Straight Adventure#Yonatan Yolot#S.C. Zeppeli#Hands all over
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
33 notes
·
View notes
Text
*What A Song Can Do
Vote for your fave, reblog and share your thoughts and other faves (even outside of this list) in the tags 😊😊
Thank you and have fun and also check out my other artist/band polls on my masterpost 😊😊
#lady a#lady antebellum#self titled#need you now#own the night#golden#heartbreak#what a song can do#ocean#darius rucker#thomas rhett#carly pearce#maroon 5#hands all over#country#country pop#pop#tumblr polls#music polls#music
35 notes
·
View notes
Text
#hands all over#medium#patricia arquette#2000s nostalgia#early 2000s#music#soundtracks#television#maroon 5#medium talk to the hand#medium 7x05
11 notes
·
View notes
Video
tumblr
I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while And she will be loved
#Maroon 5#She Will Be Loved#Songs About Jane#2002#Adam Levine#pop#pop rock#alternative rock#alternative#soft rock#video#music video#this love#Harder To Breathe#It Won't Be Soon Before Long#Hands All Over#Overexposed#00s#00s music#Kara's Flowers
25 notes
·
View notes
Text
youtube
#Hands All Over#Soundgarden#Louder Than Love#music#music video#not bad for an environmental song#Spotify#Youtube
4 notes
·
View notes
Video
youtube
Soundgarden - Hands All Over
#youtube#soundgarden#hands all over#louder than love#chris cornell#kim thayil#hiro yamamoto#matt cameron#alternative metal#grunge#heavy metal#music#music video#music is love#music is life#music is religion#raining music#80s#80s music
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
toxic yaoi or something idk i haven't watched gravity falls
#currently obsessed with these two#they're all over my fyp dude#UPDATE: GUYS I WATCHED IT IT WAS SO GOOD#old tags ->#should really sit down and watch gravity falls in its entirety-#i only ever made it like halfway through it years ago and consumed the rest through osmosis lmao#anyways just wanted to try my hand at drawing this old man#gravity falls#bill cipher#stanford pines#the book of bill#gravity falls fanart#billford#s0up1tart
39K notes
·
View notes
Text
The thing they don't tell you about fried egg runny yolk is that if you put it in a sandwich it will be the best most delicious thing and you can mop up the egg with the bread, but in exchange you Will get so so messy and covered in egg yolk
#pb&jae#i love you fried egg runny yolk with cheddar and sriracha mayo sandwich....#i don't love you egg yolk dripping all over my hands and face and plate
98K notes
·
View notes
Text
They are very very very very handsy.
need someone to look at me the way these two look at each other.
326 notes
·
View notes
Text
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Hands All Over” by Maroon 5
Adam Levine and his bandmates in Maroon 5 hit a stride with their third studio album, “Hands All Over.”
Album artwork for “Hands All Over.”
Maroon 5 achieved mainstream popularity in 2004 with their breakthrough string of singles, “This Love,” “She Will Be Loved,” and “Sunday Morning,” which all appear on their 2002 debut album “Songs About Jane.”
“Jane” was followed by their 2007 album “It Won’t Be Soon for Long,” which feature the hits “Makes Me Wonder” and “If I Never See Your Face Again” with Rihanna. But with “Hands,” the band solidified their position as one of the preeminent pop-rock acts of the late 2000s and early 2010s.
“Hands All Over”
Released September 15, 2010, the original 12-track and 40-minute album was reissued months later in July 2011 to include global smash with Christina Aguilera, “Moves Like Jagger.”
Deluxe versions of “Hands” play for over an hour with over a half-dozen bonus tracks.
Adam Levine’s seductive falsetto is in peak form in pop radio-friendly tunes “Misery,” “Give a Little More,” and “Never Gonna Leave This Bed,” on album cuts like “How” and “Just a Feeling,” and on bonus tracks like the acoustic version of “Misery” and the Alicia Keys cover “If I Ain’t Got You.”
youtube
Music video for "Moves Like Jagger."
0 notes
Text
arcane season 2 spoilers
════════════════════
"Can you feel anything?"
Viktor's foreign body shudders against his will; your fingertips trace down his chest, tingling, sparking, akin to little specks of light burning into his second-skin. The sound of your muddled voice barely registers. His head tosses back with a slight thud, hair fanned out as a halo. He allows your knees to bracket his waist, and keeps his arms sprawled above him — despite the aching in his dead heart to just touch you. The pulsing of the arcane beneath his system is hardly under control yet.
It would be a risk he's willing to take, a necessary step to learn, if it were anyone else besides you.
And Viktor does feel — so much, in fact, but it isn't anything explainable. The festering in his core, threatening to come up through his throat. The whirring, the throbbing of every muscle, rich with glowing rivers of purple. Shining with a mixture of magic and energy and his own blood.
He's only distantly aware of your hand when it reaches his stomach, examining the juncture between cool metal and unholy flesh. Gears and bolts mimic the outline of ribs. Your touches are curious, distinctly gentle. Picking up on old habits, and trying not to break him, still. Then, your palm reaches up; it boldly cradles his cheek, brushes his pallid skin. And this, he can sense.
It's familiar, human. Excruciatingly soft when your thumb brushes the space on his cheek, just above his beauty mark. It puts an easy feeling back in his chest, something he almost began to believe he'd forgotten. As warm as a shimmering sun, as molten as liquid gold.
Nothing else matters but this moment, but you, and him. There is no outcome, across each expansive universe and every edge of the arcane, where the two of you would not meet again like this. You were meant to. Born and reborn to.
Your gaze finds his, soft eyes glancing down at him, your expression crossed between pain and relief. You eclipse all of his vision: light fuzzy at your edges, your face a hazy memory that he'd still see with his eyes closed. You're a reminder of what it means to be alive.
Viktor doesn't envy you. You've told him of nightmares, before. Dreams you had before this, of your mind putting yourself through the tragedy of watching him die ages before you truly had to. It must be difficult to see him like this, despite your best attempts to hide any uncertainty.
Your hand shakes. He can feel it trembling, unsteady on his cheek. And every molecule in Viktor's system explodes, laced with the yearning to remember — to let hazy lovesickness swell within his palms and his new figments. To pull you closer, in an effort to convince himself you won't be taken away.
Every echo of you is innate. Your voice, your name, your fingerprints. Your presence has the Hexcore — or what's become of him, what has embodied the Hexcore — blissfully, endlessly silent. The way you look at him, soft and brutally innocent, puts a chasmic, vivid hole in his center. Gods, you still look at him the same, just as you did when the two of you were young and innocent. The rot in him tells him he isn't worthy of it.
Viktor's eyes swirl like kaleidoscopes. Drops of crimson swirling in pure water. Your brows pinch, a sight he finds frustrating and pretty, as you silently examine him. Emotions curl in your lungs, tearing and hungry and knife-like; stricken with attachment, or perhaps blaming yourself, Viktor figures.
Exhaustion runs heavy in your expression, reminding him of looking into a mirror. He knows this look. You haven't slept. Haven't given yourself any form of a break, it seems.
So, he takes a chance.
Your hand brushes some stray, messy strands of hair from his forehead, just as Viktor guides his weak arm to reach for you. You don't tense, don't move. He can hear your breathing, thinks he can still feel his. There isn't an ounce of fear in the way you look at him. You have always looked at him like he holds the world in his hands. And now, perhaps he does.
His hand finds your cheek, same as yours. Copying, following. Thin, delicate, purple-hued fingers trace the edge of your face clumsily, still learning how to touch. Still afraid the line between hurt and healing might be blurred, and you are the one person left that he can't let get caught in the crossfire. You lean into his palm, trusting, and let go of a breath that makes your shoulders shake with the weight of it.
Viktor thinks of crying, despite the press and pull in his chest that convinces him he shouldn't be able to. He can feel you. It isn't like the few touches he's experienced so far, or the aching, anomalous strength he's been forced to get used to. It contradicts the very constructs of everything he thought made sense.
Your skin is so soft, sickly familiar. Viktor holds your face shakily, afraid to move. He can feel your individual atoms. Innumerable sparks just beneath his touch, galaxies upon universes of stars in your name, that beg to be grasped, possessed, cured. He cradles you with all of the devotion of a prophet, with all of the tenderness of a past friend: an almost-destiny, a saved seat at the edge of something more.
Would clumsily pulling you in, and pressing his lips to yours feel wrong, or tangible — like nothing, or like everything?
"Vik?"
Your tone, sweeter than honeysuckle, sweeter than anything he might deserve, brings his vision back into focus. He blinks. Gaze never tearing away from his, your fingertips drop to thread the hard edge of his collarbone. A silent plea, can you feel this? You find each curve of his bones and his body easily, the details already memorized. Viktor senses the ghost of you, your touch gentle, something like home.
"I'm not sure," Viktor finally answers; and the scientist, Hexgate creator, still-ambitious part of himself is hardly satisfied with that answer. His voice is quiet, distant. As though he isn't there, despite the lingering, familiar tenderness to his tone.
The fried synapses in his brain can't yet separate a caress from a threat, he just perceives the lingering energy. He believes you could be the one to teach him the difference.
This time, you let your palm press flat to his chest. There's a hum that attempts to mimic a heartbeat, a lack of coolness or heat. The action presses your form closer to his, guides you to lean part of your weight on him to bring your faces far too close. Sharing in the same reflection. Allowing each breath to be measured, along with every hesitation.
What should he start with? Should he embrace you, holding you tight and close like you're sacrificial? Should he grab your hand in his, press his palm to your skin to measure your heartbeat? Lace his smallest finger with yours, to make you a promise like he used to?
He can't promise you peace, nor the life you deserve, but if you came for him now, was it not a swear to follow him anywhere?
There are still so many things left to feel, and every red thread has always begun and ended with you.
Can you feel anything?
Viktor guides a hand over yours, keeps it to his chest selfishly; he meets your gaze, he hums, "Are you eager to find out?"
#assorted thoughts about purple viktor because I have the strong urge to put my hands all over him#can you tell im distracting myself from the horrors#viktor x reader#viktor x you#arcane x reader#viktor arcane x reader#viktor arcane
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
Colby Keller
2K notes
·
View notes