#poggi

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue July 1985

Linda Spierings wears a short reverse mink jacket, with its rounded shape, shawl collar, ski pants and a very finely ribbed chocolate brown wool jersey. By Azzedine Alaïa. Earrings, Poggi. All other accessories are from Alaïa. Makeup: Kevyn Aucoin. Hairstyle: Yannick for Is.

Linda Spierings porte une veste courte en vison inversé, avec sa forme arrondie, son col châle, un pantalon de ski et un maillot en laine marron chocolat très finement côtelés. Par Azzedine Alaïa. Boucles d'oreilles, Poggi. Tous les autres accessoires sont de Alaïa. Maquillage : Kevyn Aucoin. Coiffure : Yannick pour Is.

Photo Steven Meisel vogue archive

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olvidate de todo 18/9/24

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Jason and the Argonauts (1963)

[unetealombre]

[neutron669]

Art by Samuele Poggi

[adalindofcabinsix]

tô completamente apaixonada por eles

[paper-rips]

poggies oh how i missed u

jack stauber i missed u too

((alt ver + prompt below

[flame-shadow]

February's zine! Each scene is a 4-page spread making up a 16-page booklet. Originally, I was just going to draw one bug per page, but I got more than 16 bugs, and I am fond of making scenes and telling stories anyway, so that's what I went with. :)

Bonus flat view of the zine below the cut

[whats-that-lifestealer-doing]

The Poggies are playing Monopoly?

THE POGGIES ARE PLAYING MONOPOLY!

(the poggies? i havent heard that name in a long time… *takes a dramatic drag of my cigarette*

(bonus below the cut)

when i first got this ask i was immediately reminded of this

im sorry

[pocketpossy]

Makin mushrooms makin mushy mushrooms~

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olvidate de todo 10/9/24

[venusmage]

there's something so fun about getting commission orders and then seeing your friend's art as one of the reference images. like AH I SEE, YOU ARE A PERSON OF FINE TASTE

[freakinator]

i think the funniest thing about team batman not understanding zams motivations is that hes had p much the exact same one since s2: make lifesteal be the way he thinks it should be

[ddzzaaii]

Eat the Night dir. Caroline Poggi & Jonathan Vinel

[bbydeathclaw]

A Friendly Reminder - Snippet

a/n: a little something i've been working on for a while now too long imo because it just won't write itself for some reason but i'm feeling inspired so hoping to finish it sometime this week. have this little bit for now 🥂

The words have yet to be spoken, but Silco's already decided that you're his, there's no question about it. So when he catches someone trying to speak to you downstairs at the Last Drop, he thinks it's in his (and your) best interest to remind you of who you belong to.

(nsfw)

He lowers himself onto you, bracketing you in between his forearms and caging you underneath the full weight of his upper body. The small puffs of air he breathes out against your shoulder warm your skin, panting like an animal in heat.

He threads nimble fingers into your hair, turning your head to the side so that your heavy lidded gaze is set upon the glass window that allows the artificial lights of the Undercity to spill into the room.

Silco dips his head further, his mouth pressed hot against your ear, and you can feel the faint reverberating of his chest on your back when he begins to speak again.

“I thought I’d made my intentions rather clear the first time I took you, pet. Right here in this very office, in fact,” he whispers, voice low and coated with that rich, velvet tone to mask the sharpness of his words as he ruts into you, barely pulling his hips away more than a few inches.

“Perhaps even the second time, when I bent you over the bar counter after hours and lapped at you until you were a writhing mess? Surely by the third, when we made love beneath the glow of the sea in the ruins of the cannery.” 

He declares every word into existence with so much fervor, like he’s remembering the most minute details about each of your encounters together, right at this moment.

You try to stifle a small whine as your cheek rubs against the smooth surface, back and forth in tandem with the rhythm of his thrusts. Insides coiling when he bites at the soft flesh of your earlobe to hold your attention, and he speaks his next words through gritted teeth.

“But it seems I’ll have to spell things out for you after all. No matter, I certainly don’t mind.”