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James Lloyd - Dame Margaret Natalie ('Maggie') Smith (2012)

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from pierre's zandvoort dump

[tortureofthedamned]

The way James Lloyd draws Igner in the Futurama comics is so cute, it kills me!

Bonus: Cutie Walt and Cutie Larry

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The Unfinished Harauld Hughes

By Richard Ayoade.

Portrait by James Lloyd.

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Oni Press and Warner Bros. Discovery celebrate 10 years of Cosmic Chaos with Rick and Morty: 10th Anniversary Special #1

Oni Press and Warner Bros. Discovery celebrate 10 years of Cosmic Chaos with Rick and Morty: 10th Anniversary Special #1 #comics #comicbooks

[forensicated]

Roger: It's the parents who are to blame... Dan: Yeah, you're right, we should put them in the stocks whilst we thrash their kids… Roger: You can take the mick! There was no need to put coppers in schools when I was there... Dan: Those were the days, eh? Paper round in your bare feet before sun up, breakfast? Just a bowl of gravel. June: Have you just had a shave? Smithy: What? How did you know that? June: I miss nothing, me. Smithy: Am I under surveillance or something? June: No, you've got shaving cream in your ear... Zain: Late night? Smithy: What? Zain: Shaving when you get to work, it's kind of a giveaway... Dan: Come on then, lets get the jokes over with... Tony: Awww, look at Rogers face. He looks like someone's just stolen his conkers.

Louise: I thought we'd finished with the questions? Smithy: Well, you know us Old Bill, we're always after more. Louise: Is that right? So supposing an opportunity arose? Smithy: *phone rings* Hang on... Louise: Don't worry, I can find my way back to Islington... I wonder if you can. *leaves* Dan: We're supposed to earn their respect! Roger: Respect? So far today they've had me in the bogs trying to find a non-existent goldfish. I've had to settle a dispute over a Spongebob Squarepants lunch box, and they've had me up a tree trying to retrieve a games kit. They start to show me some respect, then...*gets interrupted by a groups of lads* Dan: Up until now, they thought he was one of the few that would get to university. Sensitive, artistic...not the type to be carrying a knife… Roger: Maybe he was scared of being done over. I mean they're the ones they usually pick on, aren't they? The bright kids, the ones that are a bit different. The artistic ones... Dan: I used to be artistic... Roger: I rest my case.

Smithy: Louise, it's Smithy...Sergeant Smith. Louise: What are you doing? Smithy: I thought you wanted to see me? Louise: What made you think that? Smithy: When you were at the station, you were wondering if I could find my way to Islington... Louise: And that means come over, does it? Smithy: I just thought that... Louise: Look, you have to go...just don't call me again, alright? Smithy: So that's it? Louise: You're a bloke. I thought a one night stand was a perfect deal. Smithy: Well yeah, but... I dunno, I thought it was a bit of fun, I thought we could do it again... Louise: No. Smithy: Well let me just come in... Louise: No. Please, just go now...*closes the door*

Smithy: What's that job entail? Finding partners for gay coppers? Nick: Why, you lonely?

Smithy: You wily old sod. Bob: Oi, less of the old.

Smithy: They've asked for uniform support... Honey: Yeah, I'll do that... Smithy: Good girl, Amber, come here - you can help her. *Amber scowls and slowly walks towards him* Oh your enthusiasm is overwhelming me...Speak to DI Manson, he'll fill you in. *walks off and looks back* Oh, and happy birthday *winks*

Jonathan: *bangs on the door whilst Smithy looks through the windows* Gina! Gina! Smithy: Maybe she had a hospital appointment and forgot to mention it... Jonathan: I doubt it, look just mind out the way... Smithy: Er, what are you doing? Jonathan: Going to knock the door in... Smithy: Yeah, don't cos she'll kill ya. *pulls a key out* There's no need. Jonathan: Well I'm not going to ask why you've got that...*follows Smithy in and looks through the house for her* Smithy: *runs upstairs and sees Gina out cold on the floor* Jonathan! She's up here! Gina...*goes to help her* Smithy: *checks Gina's pulse* Jonathan: Have you got a pulse? Smithy: Yeah... Jonathan: Shall I call an ambulance? Smithy: No, not yet...Let's get her up *rolls Gina over and pulls her up to him* Gina: *coughs and flails her arms out* Jonathan: Up you come... Gina: *holds Jonathan and Smithy's hands* What's happening... Smithy: You tell us Gina...you're alright now. *both men comfort her* *Smithy and Jonathan settle Gina on the settee* Smithy: How you feeling? Gina: Bit wobbly, but I'm alright now... Jonathan: Do you want us to take you to the hospital? Just in case...? Gina: No, no...they warned me this might happen after the radiotherapy... *sighs* I feel wiped out...I've been up half the night vomiting, I really don't want any fuss... Smithy: Well if you're sure you're alright... Gina: Honestly, get back to work...I need you to cover for me... Jonathan: *nods at Smithy* I'll stay here... Smithy: Well look, I'll see you later... Gina: Thanks Smithy.. *Smithy smiles and leaves* Jonathan: He was really worried about you, y'know...and I almost kicked the door in. Gina: I'd have murdered you! Jonathan: I think a cup of tea's needed... Gina: No, no, I said I don't want any fuss...you can go, I'm alright now. Jonathan: Gina...I'm not going anywhere.

Tony: It's time for a toast... Smithy: Shouldn't this be champagne? Tony: I think in the circumstances, tea will have to do! Jo: Gary's not fussy, are ya! Gary: Looks like I don't have a choice...

Gabriel: *Holds up a newspaper* Is this all you've got to read? Smithy: Well I didn’t exactly get to pack a case when I came in here did I?

Gina: *to Smithy about Gabriel* Have you thanked him yet? Smithy: No. Gina: Smithy he saved your life. Smithy: I know but whenever I go to say it the words get stuck in my throat!

Dan: Yeah, I run a few times a week, did the marathon once... Roger: Dan *waves at him from behind the groupies* Hello? Dan: Sorry...can I have me hat back please girls? Roger: Go on, this is a study period...We're meant to be on patrol, not fraternizing with the enemy... Dan: Just gathering intelligence... Roger: Don't think they've got much to share, anyway, the marathon, who you kidding? Dan: I was at one once... Roger: Yeah, for crowd control. Dan: "I was terrified we'd have to split up. I didn't realise how much you meant to me."

Steve: Are you up for a bit of advice Roger? Roger: Well it's not the best time but go on quickly. Steve: What would you do if there was this woman who, well let's say something happened with her, but you don’t want to take it any further, yeah? Roger: Yeah OK I'm with you so far. Steve: But she keeps phoning you. Roger: What does she say? Steve: I haven't answered. Roger: But you want it to stop? Steve: Yeah I want it to all stop. Dan: *Slaps Steve on the back* be a man about it mate. Roger: Or better still, give her Dan's number *points at Dan* he'll sort her out. *Dan and Roger exit. Steve: Yeah.

Smithy: Well, if my dentist looked as good as you, I'd never miss a checkup...

Smithy: I'm here with a friend... Dan: A woman? Smithy: Well of course it's a woman! Dan: By the way, nice legs. Her that is, not you...

Smithy: You said you didn't want bail, so now you got your wish and I nearly got me nose broke! Smithy: Now I'm running out of patience with you, and my nose is really starting to hurt!

Louise: If you want to end it, fine...I can't make you love me... Smithy: But I do love you...that's what's making it harder to do.

[onlylonelylatino]

Tarzan, Captain Nemo , Doctor Seuss, the Simpsons and Futurama by James Lloyd

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REVIEW: The Simpsons Treehouse of Horror: Omnibus #2

Closing in on October, boys and girls of all ages sit close to their tv screens to watch the much anticipated Halloween Spectacular. The Simpson’s Treehouse of Horror is a collection of short animations featuring our favorite cast of yellowed-skinned cartoons in thrilling, horrifying, and gruesome stories. This in many households is a tradition not unlike that of the carving of the pumpkin,…

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James Lloyd - Avocado Plant

[joostjongepier]

Wat?   Facing the Future (Diptych) door Lis Thomas, Looking door Sekekela Owen, Yewa / I have never been to Nigeria door Gregory Olympio, Handshake door Trevor Burgess, Varanasi door Anthony Eyton, Oratorio door Paula Rego, Come Together door Ginny Page, Toilet Rolls door James Lloyd, Studio Tiolet, Left Cubical door A. Lincoln Taber en Da Vinci (blue) en Caravaggio (green) door Michael Craig-Martin

Waar?   Summer Exhibition in de Royal Academy, Londen

Wanneer?   8 augustus 2023

De Royal Academy of Arts houdt iedere zomer een grote verkooptentoonstelling: Summer Exhibition. Maar liefst 1602 kunstwerken vullen dit jaar de muren en vloer van de zalen. Vorig jaar viel me op dat veel van de kunstwerken te maken hadden met het milieu. Dit jaar gaan veel werken over multiculturaliteit. Het aantal geportretteerde mensen met Afrikaanse roots is aanzienlijk groter dan op een gemiddelde tentoonstelling, maar ook Azië komt aan bod. Eén werk valt me in de eerste zaal onmiddellijk op. Ondanks dat het werk haast abstract is geschilderd, herken ik de plaats die wordt weergegeven onmiddellijk. Jaren gelden liep ik er zelf rond. Het was een van de vreemdste en ook een van de vieste plaatsen waar ik ooit geweest ben. Toch zijn er heel wat mensen die nergens anders zouden willen sterven. Ik herken Varanasi, het grootste crematorium van India.

Naast werken die te koop zijn, worden ook kunstwerken tentoongesteld van leden van de Royal Academy die het afgelopen jaar zijn overleden. Onder hen Paula Rego. Oratorio is een interessant werk waar, behalve schilderijen, ook poppen deel van uitmaken.

Er zijn heel wat stillevens te bekijken op deze tentoonstelling. De afgebeelde voorwerpen zijn vaak klassiek: een schaal, een kannetje, vruchten. Een fraai werk dat qua stijl zeventiende-eeuws aandoet en enigszins doet denken aan het fruit van Adriaen Coorte is Come Together van Ginny Page. Alleen de compositie is volstrekt anders dan je van een zeventiende-eeuws stilleven zou verwachten.

Dat voor een stilleven in beginsel elk voorwerp kan dienen en dat, ongeacht wat er wordt afgebeeld, een fraai schilderij kan ontstaan, toont Toilet Rolls van James Lloyd. Het wc-thema komt overigens nog twee keer voor op de Summer Exhibition, behalve een urinoir trof ik ook een wc aan: Studio Tiolet, Left Cubical door A. Lincoln Taber.

Moderne kunst, gebaseerd op iconische kunstwerken uit het verleden zijn ook te vinden op de Summer Exhibition: Da Vinci (blue) en Caravaggio (green), beide uit de serie Past Present door Michael Craig-Martin. Mona Lisa en Bacchus in een modern kleurrijk jasje.

[anakinisvaderisanakin]

Nothing like the best Star Wars character to celebrate May the 4th.

No, you can't change my mind.

[devilishcupid]

hot evil characters who i want to fix but will make me cry if i actually meet them in real life>>>>>>

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Pierre post-quali

[ronearoundblindly]

For the every Cevans character, what is each one’s favorite position in bed? 😏😆

Fac-i-na-ting. I have categorized them into similar positions and then broken down the specifics or variations. No, I do not know the actual names of a lot of positions. I use the terms 'top' and 'bottom' but NOT in a BDSM way.

Sincerely, MINORS DNI. Warnings for very smutty descriptions of each of these characters 'in the act' and just...do I need to warn you about how much I was sweating during this???

'Top' Positions

Curtis Everett - Jimmy Dobyne - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - [Bucky Barnes]

Curtis is a cramped-quarters kind of lover, like you have been fucked up the bed until you and he are pressed against that headboard like a pretzel on a baking sheet. Gahdamn, he is intense. He threads an arm beneath you to make sure you're as close as possible. He grinds his pelvis into you, loving how his balls slap your ass. He likes it real sweaty, but he'll help you clean up in the shower, too. Dirty boi. 😮‍💨 We need him.

Jimmy and Ransom like you bent over but in different ways. Ransom just enjoys doggie-style. He feels awkward with too much eye contact and doesn't have to worry about that from behind. Jimmy is exceptionally good at spontaneously pressing you back or down onto a counter or the couch or perhaps a fence outside. 😳 He's oddly into fucking with at least some clothes on, but not because he doesn't like your body. He has a thing for choosing sex over chores or other obligations, so he and you are dressed for doing whatever else. It's just a little naughtier that way.

Steve is--I'm sure we can all agree--a missionary man. He looooves that eye contact Ran is so afraid of, but BUT! Steve's also a most considerate gentleman. He worries about putting too much of his weight on you, so his actual favorite position in pinning you against a wall (or mirror or window, etc) because he can lean into you without fear. He also enjoys that you get very, very excited for him to hold you up like that. You wrap around his neck and kiss him like it's your purpose in life. You get handsy, and that's about his favorite part...

[I know you said CE characters, nonnie, but Bucky just sneaks in, sorry!]

Ngl, Bucky took me the longest to figure out, and I'm not entirely sure he has a true 'favorite,' something he likes a good deal more than other positions. I have, however, landed on Bucky going braindead and gooey inside when he gets you in a mating press. There's, uh, a symbolism to wanting him and his cum inside you for as long as possible that hits all the right buttons to shut him down to the rest of the world for a while. He likes to sit back afterward and grip your knees to keep you right there until some drips out as you clench around nothing. You aren't empty though.

[Why. the fuck. does Bucky always get so ���� in these?]

'Bottom' Positions

Johnny Storm - Jake Jensen - Lloyd Hansen

Lloyd lets himself be lazy. He legitimately tucks his hands behind his head like he's at the beach and taunts you to work harder. He's so used to ordering people around and being quite active. Unless he has some aggression/frustration to work through, Lloyd needs to not be bothered with effort. It's your turn. Put your back into it.

Jake lets you control everything. Let's be fair: Jake is just happy to be here, ya know? He gets to be naked, he gets to see you naked, and he is going to come no matter what. Use him to your heart's content. Don't try telling him not to touch you (like an order or a deprivation game) because he can't stop himself. Every other order or request, he's game for, but on his back offers the best view of you--and technically, his glasses fog less 😬.

Johnny straight up loves when you ride him. He controls everything from below, though, because it's not actually about you taking over. He loves guiding your hips. He loves fucking up into you. He loves already being prone to fall asleep faster. [Go on, try to tell me I'm wrong. ::listens:: ::crickets:: Yeah, that's what I thought.] It's a win-win-win situation. All around cannot fail to please him. Johnny is definitely the type to assume that what feels good to him feels as good for his partner.

'Side' Positions

James Mace - Ari Levinson

Mace technically changes positions so much it maybe doesn't count as 'side,' but he's so playful, I'll allow it. His favorite sex, in general, is filled with natural ebbs and flows, quicker frantic times as well as soft doting and sweet, blissful enjoyment. A position that puts either him and you a hair's breath away from taking over is ideal. He wants to enjoy your company as much as your body. Mace can do both of those things in many, many different positions.

[Mace is quickly becoming a sleeper-fave of mine, my gawd. He's 😘🤌]

Finally, if Ari doesn't scream "wants to wake up fucking you," I don't know who does. He's spooning you, or coiled together with you someway, and just...ready when he sees you first thing in the morning--or in the middle of the night. Why bother moving much? He'll lift that leg up for you. He'll wrap around you to cup your breasts, play with your nipples, and rub your clit. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Doesn't have to do with the position you're in, per se, but Ari also gruffly whispers other shit he'd like to do to you in your ear. It's vaguely easier to do that when your heads are on the same pillow, just saying.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; 'Who Would..." Asks; Ko-Fi]

A/N: I successfully scheduled a post! Look at me, learning and shit...

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Killing Time: Prologue

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, includes violence, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: a job offer could be an escape from your old life, but the new one, may not hold freedom.

Characters: Kraven the Hunter, August Walker, Lloyd Hansen, James Conrad, God the Bounty Hunter, Court Gentry

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

“Yes, he’s here again,” your voice creaks as your hand shakes. “Please. I called yesterday…” And every other day for months. Almost a full year.

You peer out between the small space that divides curtain from window. The shadow looms, looking up at you. Your phone vibrates as the operator hems and haws on the other end.

“Are you sure it’s him?” She asks. They always doubt you. Report after report, phone call after phone call, and it’s always question, question, question. You sigh.

“Yes,” your voice peeks as you pull back and hide against the wall. “Yes, I know it’s him. He’s texting me.”

You don’t even need to check. It’s the same thing every time. Next, he’ll try to sneak in the front and be knocking at your apartment door.

“Well, ma’am, you say you’ve called before and we’ve sent a cruiser and we’ve filed reports. And this man keeps showing up, so what exactly do you want me to do now? I can’t issue you a safety order over the phone--”

“Excuse me?” You gasp. “Excuse me? Are you serious? I have an order already and much good it does me. I call you and I get accused of being dramatic and questioned. What I want is for someone to protect me.”

“Ma’am, don’t get abusive with me,” she warns. “Have you tried telling him to go away yourself?”

“Wow, wow,” you throw your hand out. “Really? Really? No, I never thought of it,” you say sarcastically, “is there someone else who can take me call? I really don’t feel safe.”

“If it makes you feel better, I can reroute an officer to you. Alright?” She speaks as if you’re a child. You’re too weak to argue anymore.

“Whatever,” you hang up.

You can’t do this anymore. You need to get out of here. Not that you didn’t think of it before but you can’t afford anything else. Your rent control is the only thing keeping you under a roof. You’ve already switched jobs, just to get away from him. There isn’t that much else up there.

You drag yourself through the shadows and sit on the bed. You exist in darkness. You don’t turn on the lights so he can’t see in. You keep the curtains shut. You only leave for work and always take a different exit, never the same route; not always the bus, not always the train.

And friends? What are those? Most of them took his side, said you were throwing around false accusations, and the others accused you of being obsessed. The single coworker you confided in told you to leave town. Wow, well, if you could afford that, you wouldn’t stay in this building with the grinding radiator and rattling fridge.

You look at your phone.

‘I see you.’ The message was sent while you were on the call with emergency services. Several more followed. ‘I just want to talk’; ‘you look so pretty’; ‘please, I love you’.

As you read each text, you can hear the last conversation you had with Jake. He’s a relic of your former friend group, the very reason for your dejection. It’s almost funny how the rest just cut ties but he won’t let go.

It all started with a kiss. A kiss and rejection. New Years Eve and the clock counted down. You didn’t expect him to turn and plant one on you and when you shoved him away, that dreamy look in his eyes turned to fury as you fled. New Year, New you, right?

The new you is scared and paranoid and tired. So, so tired.

You get up and move the chair in front of the door. Just in case. You retreat, keeping your phone close, and grab the extendable baton from the table. You sleep with both, if you can sleep. That night, you won’t.

You settle in on the couch. You don’t use the bedroom. You need an easy escape. You sit back against the cushions and scroll on your phone. It might be hopeless, but you trawl the job board and the apartment boards. You might find a nugget of gold in all the pebbles.

You sign into the job site and see the red dot in the corner. It’s always a marketing promo. ‘Recommending’ a job you don’t qualify for or an invitation for an MLM scheme. It’s a joke. You don’t understand how anyone ever gets a job but everyone seems to have a better one than you.

You tap the inbox to make the red dot go away. You hate it floating in the corner of your vision. Your thumb twitches and hovers over the screen as you read the subject line. Hm.

‘Caretaker Position: Relocation Required’.

Well, you don’t really have the experience for caretaking but the second part sounds intriguing. You hesitate. It’s too good to be true. You’re sure there will be a list of qualifications longer than your resume.

Tap.

You open up the message.

‘Hello,

We’ve reviewed your profile and determined you might be a match for this position.

New Applicants Welcome.

We are seeking an individual to undertake caretaking duties for a property. This role would include the following:

Lawn care

General cleaning and maintenance

Manual labour requiring lifting of up to 60lbs

24/7 tenancy within property (no rent for chosen candidate)

Subsidized relocation

Training on-site

If you are seeking a fresh start and to learn new skills which can take you into future roles in a custodial or caretaking capacity, this is the job for you. To apply, please submit brief profile and resume for consideration.

Applicants are subject to a background check.’

You bite down on the inside of your lip. It sounds interesting but you’re not sure you’re a good fit. It’s so general, too. Would you need to know how to deal with electrical issues? Your apartment sure has taught you a lot about dealing with broken utilities, but your formal training is lacking.

And it’s a big thing. You want to get out of here but it’s still daunting in comparison to your current predicament.

You tense as you hear footsteps in the hall. You brace yourself and lower the phone, staring at the door. The thumping on the other side makes you flinch. Your heart races.

“Baby, I know you’re awake. Please. I just wanna talk.” He keeps tapping. “If you just talked to me, we could figure this out.”

You shudder and look at your phone again. You stare at the big blue button; ‘Apply Now’.

“I forgive you. For lying about me. Everyone knows you were just upset. I’ll tell them all it was just a misunderstanding…” he begs as the door shakes in the frame, the chair knocking against the handle. All that stands between you and him are those hinges and that flimsy piece of furniture.

You press down on the button. It can’t get worse than this.

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