#master photographers

[dance-world]

Angelo D'aiello - photo by Master Photographers

[artdecoandmodernist]

1930 Paris by Night (Les escaliers de Montmartre), Photo by George Brassaï

[seashorepics]

Ansel Adams: The Master of Light and Landscape

“You don’t take a photograph, you make it.” – Ansel Adams Ansel Adams, one of the most celebrated photographers in history, remains a towering figure in the world of art and conservation. Known for his breathtaking black-and-white images of the American wilderness, particularly Yosemite National Park, Adams’s work transcends photography to become a symbol of environmental preservation and…

[kevindavidday]

give jean moreau a camera please. i just know he would be a chronic sunset picture taker

[fast-burn]

gaping, helmet/mask, caught for maxiel

doing a little double-entendre for caught

kink list here

XXX

By the time Daniel herds Max into the nearest room with a door that closes--a storage closet by the looks of it, piled with boxes, one of them spilling Red Bull polos in their crinkly packages--he's so desperately horny that he's actually light-headed. He usually doesn't get the spins like this unless he's been drinking lots, or maybe out on the first free practice after a long vacation. But Max, he--

"Show me," Daniel demands. Begs, breathless.

"Hold on a second," Max says, voice muffled behind his helmet. He sounds like he does on the radio, and Daniel makes a mental note to dig up those recordings later. How well could Max have hidden it, giving feedback to GP or cussing when things didn't go his way?

Max struggles to get the helmet off. The HANS is still clipped to it, and it's snagged on something.

"No time," Daniel snaps, going for the zip on Max's suit and yanking it down. He dropped his own helmet and gloves on his car, and it's too bad that Max didn't do the same, but Daniel needs to see.

Daniel shoves down the sleeves of Max's suit, and the HANS comes undone with a gentle give, just caught on some thread. He spins Max around and pushes him up against the wall. Then, finally, he wrangles Max's suit over the plump curve of his ass, taking his snug briefs along with it.

And there it is: the plug Max said he'd put inside himself, just before they went out for Q1. The wide, translucent silicone base is snug between his cheeks. And also like Max had said, it's hollow. He's gaped wide open and Daniel can see right through to the dark, warm core of him.

Max is panting inside his helmet. "Well?" He asks. "What do you think?"

He'd been in the car with the plug inside him. It was probably vibrating with every turn.

"You slut," Daniel gasps, reverent. He puts two fingers inside the plug, inside Max's ass, and Max probably can only feel the echoes of sensation. He's completely vulnerable to whatever pleasure Daniel wants to take from him. "You're so hot, Max, god."

"If you come in me, it will probably leak while I'm driving again," Max offers, and Daniel stops breathing for a moment.

They really don't have the time. The whole rest of the garage is on the other side of the door. Any of them could walk in at any moment--it's not like it locks from the inside. They really really don't have the time, but Daniel hauls Max's body back against his, and grasps Max's full, sweaty tits through his fireproofs.

"You wouldn't be able to hold it in. My come," Daniel says. He mouths across the back of Max's helmet, tasting gas fumes and salt, the surface lightly gritty from the sand blowing across the track. He ruts his clothed cock against the ridge of the plug like an animal.

"It would get all over the place," Max agrees.

Daniel whines and licks the helmet, laves his tongue over Max's logo on the back, leaving a shiny trail through the dusting of grime. "Wanna fuck you so bad. Want you covered in it."

An announcement pings through the garage. "Hurry up," says Max.

"I know, I know," Daniel says, and at the same moment, the doorknob rattles. Daniel throws himself back against the door, pinning it closed. Max scrambles back into his race suit as they both hear someone say what the fuck on the other side. They look at each other, eyes wide. Not that Daniel is looking, but they probably both have enormous boners right now. Probably visible from space.

"You wait," Max instructs after they hear the receding footsteps. "I'll go out first."

"What? No," Daniel says, because he's not going to slink out behind Max. "I'm first."

Max huffs a breath into his helmet. "No, I'm first--"

"Max, c'mon, I should be first--"

"No, you're going after me. I'm first--"

"If anyone is coming second, it's you--"

[brightstarblogs]

Had an awesome photo-shoot with the amazing DrawingDream when I was at MCM Comic Con last week! Here are some of the best shots from that shoot!

Yuma Kokohead: Me!

Shinigami (and photographer): DrawingDream (Linked is her Instagram 😊)

I had so much fun! Definitely the highlight of my weekend!

[floydmtalbert]

masters of the air in black + white

— for @shoshiwrites : happy birthday, Sho!

[synsick]

Whitney Masters ph Sick Syn | BLOCKING ALL PORN BLOGS THAT REBLOG MY PHOTOS. I CHECK ALL LIKES AND REBLOGS. IF YOU ARE STRICTLY A PORN BLOG YOU WILL GET BLOCKED 🚫

[ikiprian]

Tim Drake’s got a history with cloning. So does Vlad Masters.

Tim is past his “cloning-deceased-best-friends-in-the-basement” phase. Really, he is. But back when he wasn’t, he’d had all sorts of research compiled, on every type of cloning tech ever recorded.

One company, VladCo, had negotiated itself an amount of Cadmus’ exclusive resources to study the interactions between cloned tissue and recently-discovered ectoplasm. The quasi-sentient abilities of ectoplasm, in theory, might help fill a host body with a real soul.

The contract Tim had dug up is frankly insane. VladCo is in no way beholden to share the results of its study, nor does it need to return any of the equipment, and VladCo’s relationship with Cadmus is under a strictly worded gag order. Nobody in their right mind would’ve signed it. Cadmus did, and aside from a few million dollars, Vlad Masters got his machines gratis.

And now, a couple years after the contract was signed, fulfilled, and buried away, VladCo has done a grand total of nothing with it.

The guy’s rich. And a genius. There’s no way all that tech’s been left to collect dust in storage with how aggressively it was acquired. Masters was going to do something with it, and it was going to be revolutionary. (Tim had actually planned to steal into VladCo for notes, before the thing with the Brain, and Cassie finding out, and the intervention that followed… yeah. He’s over it.)

It’s suspicious as all get out. Eventually, though, the whole Masters deal took a back burner to a crisis (followed by a crisis… followed by a crisis).

But now with Kon and Bart back, and a few less things on his plate, Tim thinks the responsible thing to do is finally head a classic Team investigation to Master’s Manor, Wisconsin.

[embbu]

Happy Pokémas Rika release day and Lesbian Visibility Week everyone! ♥

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

Vietnam-era Recon Team equipment based on the 1970 Recondo manual

Photo 1 shows the uniform with the equipment meant to be carried in its pockets

Photo 2 shows the load carrying equipment with the minimum ammo and grenade complement

Photos 1 & 2 together make a sample of the equipment considered absolutely essential and never to be removed from one's person

Photo 3 shows the rucksack and contents

Photo 4 shows a selection of "team" equipment; no individual person would have carried all these things but this is a sample of equipment that could have been divided among team members

Photo 5 shows some possible primary weapons and accessories

[blu3berrydraws]

--- Had to draw the beast didn't I?

[artdecoandmodernist]

Man Ray, Lee Miller. 1930.

[mote-historie]

Brassaï, Passerby in the rain, Paris, France, 1935

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔖𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔥, յգԴյ.

📷 𝔎𝔢𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔫

[rosienthal]

wait wait wait

why did I just come across these pictures WHERE HAVE I BEEN

Nate Mann photographed by Tim Franco in Seoul, Korea.

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