#av print

[brokehorrorfan]

No One Will Save You's original soundtrack is available on vinyl for $28 via Waxwork Records. The score is composed by Joseph Trapanese (The Witcher, Oblivion, The Raid: Redemption).

Shipping in January, the album is pressed on 180-gram "Invasion" (blue and white swirl) colored vinyl. It's housed in a gatefold jacket with matte satin coating featuring art by AV Print and a 12x12 insert.

[iihih]

The Best Designed Movie Posters That Aren't On Everyone Else's List.

The Best Designed Movie Posters That Aren’t On Everyone Else’s List.

Each new year, lots of publications take a look back at the Movie Posters from the previous year and create of “Best of” list. And there are lots of good ones out there. But we decided to dig a little deeper and bring you some of the more obscure,  but beautifully designed movie posters from 2022. Best Designed Movie Posters 2022 Movie posters seen on most of the Best of 2022 lists. This year,…

[gjdraws]

reworked and detailed tkk mermay! just really enjoyed detailing the heck outta this

[ami-v-dragnire]

NEW YEAR SALE + SHOP UPDATE

Happy New Year!!! I finally got around to updating this thing. Thank you so much for your continued support!

To celebrate the New Year, I’ll be having a sale on my INPRNT store of 15% off all purchases for the entire month!!!

Here’s the code: OX1C2GDM   ✨✨✨

I hope this new year treats you well <3!

[bog-horse]

HELLO AVS LB MERRY CHRISTMAS HOW IS EVERYONE DOING I’VE ALREADY CRIED AND IT’S ONLY 9:30

THIS IS REAL!!!!! THATS A REAL AUTOGRAPH!!!!! FROM MY FAVORITE BOYS!!!! MIKKO AND CALE!!!!!! ITS FRAMED AND FANCY!!!!! IT LOOKS SO GOOD I’VE BEEN CRYING OVER IT

[hiddenstashart]

Psychic cat tote bags are now available at GiftyKitty!

Each one is UV-reactive, double-sided and hand-printed by yours truly. They also come with a couple of free stickers. 😺

Stop in if you’re in the area and purr-use all of their great gato gifts. If you like cats, you definitely won’t be disappointed.

3719 N Mississippi Ave. 🐾

[especia-va-bien]

HALLCA to release "PARADISE GATE" on cassette tape

HALLCA announced the release of her 2nd full-length album PARADISE GATE on cassette tape.

All 9 tracks from the original release have been remastered for tape by Makoto Oshiro, and will be included in this version.

The cassette tape will come in a randomly chosen colour of either blue or aqua, and will be bundled with a lenticular card of the cover art designed by cpnnn, and a miniature B9-sized zine titled Códice Paraíso.

The Cassette Tape Edition will initially be available at HALLCA's performance at the Traverse vol.1 event at Shimokitazawa SPREAD, Saturday, 23 September 2023.

It will also be made available via AVE CORNER PRINTING's online store from Sunday, September 2023.

This will be HALLCA's second cassette tape release following the Cassette Tape Edition of VILLA in September 2022.

HALLCA | PARADISE GATE (Cassette Tape Edition)

RELEASE DATE: 23 September 2023 (Saturday) LABEL: AVE | CORNER PRINTING + Magellan Blue Records FORMAT: Cassette Tape PRICE: 2,500 yen Manufactured By ODD TAPE DUPLICATION Accessory:

Lenticular Card

B9-sized miniature zine "Códice Paraíso"

Side A (19:19) 01. Precious Flight 02. Paradise Gate 03. Pink Medicine 04. Sweet Pain 05. Labyrinth

Side B (14:47) 06. Spiral 07. Strawberry Moon (feat. kiarayui) 08. Fall Back Asleep 09. Twisted Rainbow

Mastered by Makoto Oshiro at Aomori and Tokyo, Japan. Art direction and design by cpnnn.

[littlehenrikehd]

Ju mer jag tänker på det ju mer vill jag göra något med mina 'Kärt Barn' designs, speciellt nu efter skiten med SVT. Är dock inte helt hundra på vad...

[hawkelf]

Your local library may have some of this in dvd and bluray on their shelves. I know my local has RvB and RWBY.

Make your personal archive. Do that. Then go check the material out at the library anyway. This stuff won't get a reprint. Keep the media you care about actively circulating so the libraries keep it IN their circulation.

The RoosterTeeth site will be deleted May 15th 😔 do yourselves a favor and start archiving EVERYTHING you can now. RageQuit, RvB, X-Ray & Vav, the Minecraft Let's Plays, RWBY, etc. RT is warning us as nicely as they can that there's a p good chance we won't be able to access ANYTHING by next year, including the YouTube channel. Download!

[sergeant-macho-nacho]

You never hear about multi-billion dolar reconnaissance Pigeons.

[my-name-is-dahlia]

March 28, 2024 | HK | pillow cases

[danfleites]

No te pierdas esta nueva foto de #dflcprints en colaboración con @redbubble! ideal para amantes de la vida salvaje y las aves. Colección aquí: https://rb.gy/63gi7m

[bi-writes]

Could you do one of Simon forgetting to bring his lunch and so his wife brings it except she turns up in a cute sundress??

mail-order bride (18+)

"simon...simon riley?" you ask.

the officer raises a brow, looking down at your ID and then back at your face. he frowns a little, scratching the back of his neck.

"he's a lieutenant," you add, biting your lip. "uhm...and he works with...with john."

"john?"

you suck in a shaky breath, biting your lip nervously.

"captain john price?"

the officer just glares at you a little before picking up his radio.

"yes, ma'am. wait here."

he turns his back to you, walking a little ways away, and you hear him speak into the radio lowly.

"...got a civilian here asking for lieutenant riley..."

"...negative, sir..."

"...oh. affirmative, sir. right away."

the officer comes back, giving you your ID back. he looks sheepish now all of the sudden, and he smiles at you, which unnerves you almost.

"u-uh, so sorry ma'am. you can park near the main office, right that way," he points to a building far to the left, "i'll have someone come meet you there to take you inside. again, apologies...we're going to put you on a list, mrs. riley."

you frown a little, shrugging. you're not upset. it's a miltiary base, for christ's sake, and you've never been here; of course they would be apprehensive about letting you in. but the private looks terrified out of his mind, so you just smile a little and make your way towards the parking spot he pointed out.

when you get out of the car, you push the door closed with your hip, picking up the bag in the passenger seat. there's a woman standing by the door, smiling and waving at you. she looks very smart, in a nice pantsuit. you smooth your dress down, smiling back at her, and you swing your purse over your shoulder before making your way to her.

"hello, mrs. riley. the lieutenant's wife, i hear?" she asks. you nod and shake her hand.

"y-yes...he...he said he was just doing administrative stuff today, but he forgot some things so...i just wanted to do something nice--"

"right!" she nods her head towards the door. "i can escort you to his office. uhm...i believe he's debriefing with captain price this afternoon, but i'm sure he can make some time." she winks at you when she says that, and you bite back a shy smile.

she takes a seat at her desk, picking up the phone. she yaps for a few minutes, and you take a seat in an empty chair, smoothing your skirt out. your wearing one of simon's favorites, the cherry-printed mini dress he loves so much, but you realize maybe he might not be the only one. there's a myriad of privates and soldiers that walk past you, and you hear some whistles by some of the bolder ones. you suddenly feel very self conscious, tucking your legs underneath yourself. you're wearing white strapped wedges, your hair styled nicely with a bow to match the dress, but now you feel silly, stupid.

why would you go to a military base dressed like a fucking pin-up girl?

"wot are you doin' 'ere?" a rough voice demands.

mmm. that's why.

you look up from your chair, smiling wide when you see him. simon stands with his arms crossed over his tact vest, tilting his head to the side as he glares at you from under his skull mask. you've never seen him strapped before, though. he's got a gun tucked into his thigh holster.

"h-hi," you pick up the basket next to you, standing up, and when you come close, simon is rough, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you near him with a short growl.

"oi," he snaps, but you just flutter your lashes at his harsh voice, smiling bigger. "can't fuckin' come 'ere lookin' so pretty."

you giggle, and even though you're wearing heels, you still find yourself standing on your toes as you try to get close to him.

"you forgot what i packed for you, simon. how could you forget?" you pout a little. he sighs deeply, smoothing his gloved hand down your back before nodding his head.

"c'mon. can't 'ave ya out here. fuckin' muppets starin' at my wife."

he turns and immediately starts walking. he's entirely too fast, and you skip in your wedges practically to try and keep up with him. when he notices, he slows his pace, and you grip the basket better in your hand before reaching for his with the other.

your hands intertwine, and you look around as you walk, reading the plaques on the wall, the shiny medals, waving at johnny when you see him holding a bag of crisps upside over his open mouth.

when simon shuts the door behind you in a dark office, you set the basket down on the desk, pushing back the kitchen towel fabric.

"okay, so i brought those muffins you like from that little shop. they had blueberry this morning, oh my gosh, simon, they also started putting out these little scones that--oh!" you gasp as he grabs you from the fat of your hips, a big flat palm over the base of your spine as he pushes you flat onto your stomach onto the desk. "simon!"

simon sucks on his teeth as he flips up your skirt, letting out a low whistle as he palms your ass, spreading the fat of it so he peek at the seam of the white lace you're wearing. you lay your palms against the desk and whimper, not used to simon being so rough, so upfront, so bold.

"can't just come here all dressed up, baby," simon grunts, shaking his head. "and not expect me to take wot i need...been surrounded by nothing but wankers all fuckin' day..."

you relax a little, giggling.

"simon," you sigh, your eyes closing as you push your hips back into his hands. "i missed you so much..."

"tha' why y'came down 'ere, luvvie?" he asks, smirking under the mask. "ya missed me? missed y'r husband? what'd ya miss, baby? tell me."

you arch your back a little, bowing it, and you laugh when he gives your ass a firm grab before picking you up and spinning you around, caging you against the desk. you smile up at him, dazed, a little dizzy, and he winks at you, eye-black dark and deadly around those killer brown eyes. he's so big, so hot, and you're suddenly very aware of how big simon looks in all his gear.

"i don't know," you say softly. "it's so cold in bed at night..."

simon snorts, "tha' right? 's cold? the lil' shits don't keep ya warm?"

"our girls like to sleep on your pillow, i think they miss you, too."

"fuckin' lil' bastards," simon chuckles, and you sigh, sliding your hands up his vest and tugging him just a little closer. your spread your knees to let him between them, and he reaches down and grips your thighs, hiking them up around his hips as he sits you onto the edge of the desk. "fuck, you're so fucking pretty..."

you tilt your head back for him.

"i miss eating with you. it's so quiet when you're not around."

"mmm. i bet, luv."

"and i miss you when i'm alone," you whisper. "i miss you when it's just me..."

simon narrow his eyes, "tell me, swee'eart."

you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down towards you. you kiss him over the mask, tasting sand and ash, licking over his lips through the cotton. it's lewd, disgusting, but he groans under the fabric.

"when, simon? when?" you ask, and he hums lowly.

"when? 'ow about right now?"

"no way, you're so gross, simon," you giggle. "our first time is not going to be on a desk in some dingy office where you work--"

you seize when he cups you between the thighs, big gloved hand palming your cunt through your lace panties. you arch your back and gasp, gripping his biceps tight as you lean into his touch.

"don't need t'make it our first time," simon tilts his head to the side. "can still make it real fuckin' nice, baby."

"oh, now you wanna touch me?" you suck in a shaky breath. "just because some of your men wanna look up my skirt?"

"oh, for tha', i'll make ya scream my bloody name, for oll of them ta hear," he growls, and you smile wide up at him.

"guess they need to learn i'm a lieutenant's wife," you giggle, and simon whistles low, tugging your panties to the side, and you whimper when you he prods at your entrance with two big gloved fingers.

"ahhhh..." simon hisses. "ya like tha' title, tha' it, baby? yeah...yeah you like tha'..."

"i like it," you whine, and when he meets your watery eyes, he plunges those big fingers deep, thumbing at your clit. your mouth falls open, your nails digging into his sleeves, and you suddenly wish you had asked him to take you to get your nails done so you could really claw it. "i like it..."

"could make these boys lick the fuckin' ground ya walk on," he mutters, and you whine when a particular rough thrust of his hand squelches between your thighs. "they'd do anythin' to please me, baby...even johnny would chew your bloody food for ya if i asked him to--"

you reach down and grip his wrist, your thighs shaking as you jolt. it feels so good, your entire body is on fire. his fingers are petting a nice little spot inside of you, stroking it as he pumps his hand nice and steady inside of you. his thumb is working you in gooey circles, flicking at your clit and putting taut the little string in your lower belly. your whole brain feels like it's fizzling, your blood rushing, and you stick out your tongue, licking over his masked jaw as you start to feel like you're gonna pass out from the wet slick, slick, slick sounding from your wet cunt.

"simon--simon--" you pant, and he groans, nodding his head.

"so pretty, baby," simon breathes. "so fuckin' tight, gonna 'ave to work ya open before i give ya my cock, lovey..."

"it's so big," you mumble, and simon coos, nodding his head.

"i know, baby, i know, 's big, real big...but you can take it, remember?" he laughs. "you can take it woteva i give you..."

you nod.

"i can take it--i can take it--!"

your vision blurs. there's tears coming down your face, sweat lining your forehead, your back, but you can't wipe the giggly, lazy smile off your face. simon cups the back of your head with his free hand, sitting you up, and when he pulls his fingers out from between your legs, his gloves are stuck to his hand practically, completely soaked through.

"y'r so pretty when y'cum," he murmurs, and you stick out your tongue for him. he gets the message, shoving his mask up just enough, and he bends to kiss you warm and wet.

"well then," you meet his eyes, all languid, all relaxed, a devious little grin on your sweet face. "why don't you give me another then?"

simon grins, all teeth.

"woteva ya want."

[arclantis-blog]

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[machveil]

Simon comes back from deployment and his roommate, totally platonically of course, got pyjamas with his face on it

SOBBING

you’re so happy with yourself, of course you have photos of Simon on your phone! they’re some of your favorites, groggy with bed head, his handsome mug smiling at you - it was only a matter of time before you printed him on something. you had options, a mug, maybe a blanket, a classic print of him on a shirt. but sweatpants? that felt right, and they feel right too, nice and soft against your legs

Roommate!Simon Riley who comes home on leave, exhausted and ready to crash, but he pauses when he sees you - your smug grin ignored, his eyes glued to your pants. his face plastered every couple centimeters, an absolute shit photo you cropped of him staring dead at your camera. he can’t stop himself from cracking a smile and chuckling

Roommate!Simon Riley who walks up to you, plants a kiss on your forehead before looking at your sweats again, “Missed me tha’ much?”, he huffs, a boyish smile tugging at his lips. his thumbs dipping past the waist band, one fluid motion as he thumbs at the material, “Could ‘ave used a better picture…”, he grumbles, holding back laughter. “This is actually the best photo I have of you, Simon.”, you argue back, delighted laughter leaving you as his hands move up your waist, pulling you into a hug

“Been replaced by a pair a’ pants, ‘ave I?”, he murmurs, voice raspy as his head dips forward, lips pressed to the crown of your head

[jstor]

From all of us at JSTOR, happy Black History Month!

The profound impact of African American writers, artists, politicians, and academics, along with countless others, is indelibly etched into the fabric of American history–and we'll be highlighting them all month long.

Image credit: 

Fink, Larry (1941-2023). Malcolm X, Rally for Birmingham, Harlem, NY, May, 1963. 1963, printed 2019. Archival pigment print, 22 x 17 in. (55.88 x 43.18 cm). 

Levy, Mark. Mississippi Freedom Summer 1964. 1964. Queens College Special Collections and Archives.

Borg, Erik. Toni Morrison. August 26, 1977. 

Lisa Kuzia. Angela Davis. 1980-1985. Black and white photography, 4 3/4 x 3 3/4 in. Special Collections and Archives, Colby College Libraries, Waterville, Maine. 

Padow-Sederbaum, Phyllis. Junior NAACP Demonstration. 1963. Queens College Special Collections and Archives. 

Allied Printing Trades Council. Placard from Memorial March Reading ���HONOR KING: END RACISM!” 1968.  National Museum of African American History and Culture; On View: NMAAHC (1400 Constitution Ave NW), National Mall Location, Concourse 1, C1 053; Collection of the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture. 

Created by C. M. Battey, American. W.E.B. Du Bois/. 1918. Silver and photographic gelatin on photographic paper. National Museum of African American History and Culture; Collection of the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture. 

Mosley, John W. Civil Rights Demonstrators at Girard College. Philadelphia PA: Temple University Libraries, 1965-07-17. Charles L. Blockson Afro-American Collection.