#p: photo shoot

[kyurochurro]

mad day out!! 🎶☀️

reference image :°D

[russellius]

via

[loonavrsl]

250101 [📷] ARTMS for The Star magazine (January 2025)

[murdocs-sweetheart]

OH YEA ALSO. I do have this on my pinned DNI already but to emphasize:

Do not fucking interact with me if you are into RPF and/or treat actors like the FICTIONAL characters they play. Those are real life people, OK? Let’s all be normal abt the actors that play our faves, yea? <- not actually a question. You WILL be normal about them.

[voguefashion]

Gene Tierney photographed by Horst P. Horst for American Vogue, May 15th 1940.

[mr-kazu-photographer]

SMOKING MAN

[stars-and-the-sky]

guys it's snowing !!! who wants play war and peace in the empty field :)

[stronglobe]

What are your favorite photos you’ve taken

I think probably this styled shoot I did 🥰 Not even cause I love how the photos turned out but it was also fun to put together

[otrtbs]

hello love! 🐮 this looks fun if ur still doing this ! <3

HELLO YES I AM!! 🥰

please enjoy some photos !! <33

[aliosne]

Please for the love of god if you’re going to make size-inclusive clothing you need to show me it on a fat model oh my goddddd like partly? I would like to know you have one (1) fat friend who can have said “these joggers are ass bro”

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Peter Lorre behind the scenes of a photoshoot for The Comedy of Terrors (1964)

[luna-loveboop]

Shoot the eye!

I just pulled out a spring and jumped in the air to shoot at them until they were dead

I think it's sort of funny

When I learned about Gloom Hands, it was on tumblr, because I hadn't played TotK yet

But when I DID start playing, i remember I was seeking out shrines to complete and ran into my first gloom hand up at that one shrine that's floating just above the ground, where you have to climb a root to get up to it. And up over the hill, i saw this black and purple blob moving. Moving towards me

And my first instinct was to climb, climb high, and hope it couldn't get me up there.

It couldn't. I didn't even have to fight my first gloom hand, it just....evaporated out of frustration of not being able to grab me

and I sat up there for a while, thinking it was a trick and the thing would come back. And I sat and waited until i decided to risk it, dropping down and grabbing the weird new thing, but then hurrying back up to my hiding spot

Because people talked about the hands, not what they dropped, or that they disappear after a minute if they can't shake you like a doll.

And I don't think I ever actually got caught by the hands until I did the Deku Tree quest, where I honestly was so running out of ideas because sitting on a ledge and bombing them from above was getting me nowhere, so I willingly jumped in with them hoping it would make a difference (spoilers: it did not)

[loonavrsl]

250331 yeojin._.o_x (Yeojin) Instagram post

[aplateoflasagna]

After 1 whole year I finally bought Treasure's 2nd anniversary magazine!! 💙💙

It took me so long to decide because it's quite expensive (62 euro's, shipping included), but it was totally worth it 😭😭

It only took 2 days to arrive and they added so much stuff! ❤️

I got Jihoon's poca! 😭😭 It's meant to be because Jihoon in that outfit is like 90% of the reason I needed to buy the magazine 🙌

I couldn't find scans of all my favorite pictures, but here are a few 🥰

[voguefashion]

Nena von Schlebrügge wearing a Chanel specked wool tweed suit, photographed by Horst P. Horst for American Vogue, February 1962.

[saphiccarma]

- Cock Warming

Relationships - G!p Natasha x Reader

Summary - Natasha had sent you teasing photos while at work, filling you with the hope of getting fucked when she got home. You were sorely dissapointed to find her watching the soccer game.

Warnings: g!p natasha, bratty reader, mean nat, cock warming, explicit photos sent through text

Wood panels cool beneath your feet, you glide across the house to find your girlfriend. Even with socks on, you can feel the chill in the floor and shiver slightly, picking up your pace. Hair disheveled from your recent nap, you blink away sleep.

Natasha should be home from work now, and based on the soft sound of soccer playing on the TV, she was. Most of the time you greeted her by the front door with a bright smile while giving her a warm hug. It was practically tradition at that point.

The only reason you didn't today was because of a photo she sent you. And normally that wouldn't be a problem. The two of you sent each other photos all the time, sweet and fluffy ones just to say 'I miss you' - all of which got saved to your camera roll, much to Natasha's displeasure.

Out of the blue today, she sent you a photo. No text accompanying it. Sent in the middle of the day, while she was at work none the less, was a picture of her dick.

Based on the tile floors she was in the bathroom, business slacks pooled around her ankles and boxers tugged down. Her shaft was erect, standing upright and the faintest bit of precum leaking from the tip. Hand wrapped around the red and swollen base, Natasha held it upright while snapping a photo with her other hand.

The minute you saw it, you were left dripping, absolutely soaked after just a few moments of staring at it. Just when you were about to touch yourself, to soothe that ache between your thighs, a text comes in.

No touching yourself.

You groaned in frustration, tossing the phone onto the bed and settled for a cold shower. Unlike popular opinion, the cool water did little to calm your needs and only served to make you wish Natasha was here to fuck you stupid in the shower.

When you got out, you found another text waiting for you. This time it was a video, only five seconds long, but enough to make you horny. The camera shook as it was recorded, her hand flying up and down her dick at a pace so fast it was a blur. You could see the muscles in her forearm flexing, her fingers curled around her length.

A white spurt of cum shoots out and coats her veiny, throbbing tip. You can hear a muffled moan in the background, the sound of her ragged breathing before the footage is cut off. You were absolutely aching at this point.

A nap was your best bet to stay obedient and not touch yourself.

Now you wandered into the living room, panties covered in dried arousal, and heart pounding in your chest. Faintly you recognize the soccer game on the TV, but your eyes narrow in on your girlfriend. Red hair flowing over the back of the couch, her head tilted back.

Natasha had her legs spread, one arm thrown back and the other nursing a beer that was already halfway gone. You shuffle into the living room, wearing only an oversized shirt and panties, standing in front of the couch.

"Hi baby," she smiles up at you, taking a sip of the beer, "Have a good day?"

A small frown tugs at the corners of your lips at her casual demeanor, "Yeah. How was work?"

You hover awkwardly by the couch, waiting for her to acknowledge the texts from earlier, to initiate something. Instead, she just shrugs, eyes trained on the television and takes a sip of her beer. Her throat bobs when she swallows.

"The usual."

Anticipation coils tight in your stomach, hot and heavy as you shift on your feet. After a moment of waiting, swaying back and forth, you drop onto her lap. She raises an eyebrow at your boldness when you loop your arms around her neck and pull her in for a kiss.

"I'm trying to watch the game," she murmurs against your lips, pulling away and tilting her head so she can see. You huff in annoyance, glaring at her slightly, "What's wrong darling?"

There's a casual tone of indifference to her words, one that sends a rush of both frustration and arousal through you. It irks you how she can act so unbothered where as you were a flustered mess, cheeks a soft pink and cunt wet.

"Natty," you whine softly, shifting. And then that's when you feel it. The slightest firm length beneath you, pressing up against her leg and straining against the confines of her jeans. A small smirk curves your lips upwards, and you purposefully grind against it.

Natasha's hand snap to your hips, holding you in place, "Stay still."

Her words only spur you on and you begin to rock back and forth at a steady pace, trying not to come off as too desperate. You can see the way her jaw ticks, clenching almost imperceptibly, fingers tightening around her beer bottle.

Your smile widens and you lean in, dipping your head to press soft, open mouthed kisses her collarbone. Her breath hitches, another small thing, and you can feel her cock get harder beneath you.

"I need you," you whisper, voice breaking off into an exaggerated moan. "Please Daddy."

Natasha hummed softly and tapped a finger against your hip. Chest tightening you get off and watch as she sets her drink down on the floor. Shimmying out of her pants and boxers, Natasha frees her cock which springs up and makes your mouth water.

She pats her lap, a silent invitation and you waste no time in stripping your panties off, letting the soaked garment fall the floor. You kick them away before straddling her lap once more, lining yourself up before sinking down on her shaft.

A ragged moan leaves your lips and you tilt your head back slightly in pleasure. Using her shoulders as leverage you begin to bounce up and down, your arousal acting as a natural lubricant. The feeling of her cock sliding against your walls draws out another moan of satisfaction.

The feeling lasts for all of five seconds before her hands are gripping your hips again, holding you still. A frustrated whine leaves your throat as you stare at her in confusion. The corner of her lip is tilted up, the slightest indication she's enjoying this.

Natasha leans forward, grabbing her beer off the floor and taking a sip. Your brows furrow, frowning as you study her face. She's not even looking at you, completely focused on the game and that alone is enough to make you squirm. The small movement from you makes her dig her nails into your hips, eliciting a sharp yelp.

"Daddy..." you whimper, ducking your head to hide it in her neck. She releases your hips and rests her hand on the back of your neck instead, fiddling with the baby hairs.

She hums softly, jerking her hips upwards, "Daddy wants to watch the game." Her breath is warm on your ear as she kisses just below your earlobe, "So you're going to be a good little cocksleeve and warm Daddy up while she watches the game, hm? Then maybe I'll fuck you."

Unease churns in your stomach and you begin to move your head so that you can speak clearly and look at her. But she doesn't let you, instead guiding your face back into the crook of her neck, back into darkness.

With a frustrated huff that was filled with reluctant lust, you shift your hips, inhaling sharply when she swats your bottom.

"Stay still."

You try your best, you really do. For the first few minutes it's relatively easy, stay as still as possible, don't move and whine a lot in hopes she'll give up. She doesn't. Natasha never gives up. The game drones on in the background and you get increasingly bored as time passes.

Natasha shifts on the couch, her cock moving inside you and setting all your nerves on fire once more. You inhale sharply, eyes squeezing shut as you fight the urge to move, to roll with it. You're full, yes, stuffed to the brim, but there's no friction. No movement and it's driving you insane.

You're fairly certain she starts to do it on purpose after that, small jerks of her hips that changes the angle of her dick inside you and making your cunt all the more sensitive. Each time is worse than the last. You can feel the pleasure sharper and with every ticking second, you become more and more aware of the feeling of her buried deep inside you.

It gets to the point where if she even breathes too much, you whine and shift your hips. If you even dare to move, she slaps your ass, growls a warning in your ear and takes a swig of her beer. You can hear the game begin to close, the final scores being announced.

Hope begins to bubble in your chest, and you start to rock your hips, eager to get to the reward sooner rather than later. An amused scoff echoes in your ear and Natasha holds you still once more. This time, she grabs your hair after you stop moving and tilts your head back, raising an eyebrow.

"Did I say you could move?" The tone she uses is one of utter disapproval.

You frown and whine softly, "No." You almost forget to tack on a, "Daddy."

"Good, now stay still until the game is over." She guides your face back to her neck, engulfing you in darkness once more.

The game is drawn out to what feels like hours, but you know it's only minutes. You're absolutely aching, dripping wet and stomach tight with anticipation. It almost hurts, almost. But you sure are reaching your end point and you might just take what you want, consequences be dammed.

"Alright baby," she murmurs eventually, letting you sit up, "You want to get fucked?"

You nod eagerly, a soft little whimper leaving your lips as you shift your hips. Instead of giving you what you want, Natasha lifts you up by your armpits, dragging you off her cock. The feeling of being empty has you letting out a chocked sob, nose crinkling in displeasure.

"Go get dressed," She orders, slapping you on the ass as she deposits you on the floor, "We're gonna go for a walk."