#Test Shot

[theplottdump]

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[littletreats]

test shot

minolta maxxum 7000 | kodak ultramax 400

[spirits-having-flown]

A test shot of Donna Summer & Barbra Streisand for their duet “No More Tears (Enough Is Enough)”

[halukturgutmenguc]

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Down by the river....!

[myfavoritepeterotoole]

Peter O'Toole

Lawrence of Arabia (1962) directed by David Lean

Peter O'Toole as T. E. Lawrence

- still -

[jade-weird]

testing testing; is this thing working?

[mak3n]

[urbancobrastrikeforce]

Boss Fight Studio Epic H.A.C.K.S. 50th Anniversary Red Sonja - Test shot fotók

Az új BFS 50th Anniversary Red Sonja figuráról további fotókat osztott meg a gyártó. Continue reading Boss Fight Studio Epic H.A.C.K.S. 50th Anniversary Red Sonja – Test shot fotók

[deriisnotamodel]

deri in a casual photoshoot — photos by karolina jackowska.

[happyredstar]

Another test shot with slight editing

[maalidoesart]

because you want to die for love, you always have

[emmavakarian-theirin]

[insert animal noise]

[4K screenshot folder]

[just-null]

wrestling to be the first to greet you (they broke into your house)

[onlyancunin]

He's so adorable when he's thinking what to say

[myfavoritepeterotoole]

Peter O'Toole

[verstappensrealwife]

Happy Father’s day! - Max Verstappen x Reader

fluff

approx 330 words

warnings: pregnancy i suppose, kind of headcannons-esque

max verstappen masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

You didn’t have time to reply, he was already on his way up the lift to the apartment, so your message only made him run through the corridors and barge through the door.

“You’re pregnant!?” He shouted as he ran around the flat looking for you, finding you tucked away in the confines of your bedroom. Two pregnancy tests on the bedside table and a babygrow in your hands as you sat cross legged in your bed. 

An almost nervous smile on your face as you tentatively passed him the small newborn baby clothing. The words “My daddy is a race car driver” written across the front. He stared at it. Stared way too long. Your hands sweating as you waited for his reaction.

It was only until you saw the corners of his lips twitch upwards, you had no time to process his emotion before he- literally- jumped ontop of you. Kisses pressed against the entire surface of your skin, giggles escaping past your lips before he jumped up again. Running to the balcony he dragged the glass doors open dramatically before stepping out and announcing to the streets of Monaco: “I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” rather loudly.

– 

When you went into labour he had never drove faster than when he went to the Hospital (which was ironic considering he raced cars for a living).

He parked- wonkily over two parking spots- in a rush to get you inside the building.

You were in Labour for almost 7 hours before you gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. 

Max did nearly faint when he accidentally caught sight of the crown of your sons head. He moved quickly to your side, and not the end of the bed.

Contrary to popular belief, his first thought was not to put your newborn into a go kart.

It was his sixth or seventh thought…

—x—