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mr-styles · 1 year
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richfury last looks of 2022
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iconicharry · 1 year
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Tell me about it, stud.
📸: Rich Fury
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paracunt · 11 months
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Paramore at Madison Square Garden NIGHT 1 (2023) by Rich Fury
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Rich Fury thanking Harry and the HSHQ team for bringing him along as a photographer for LOT LA and LOT NY - Jan 30 2023
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arutai · 2 years
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Zazie Beetz by Rich Fury
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fandomtransmandom · 1 year
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So proud both of my favorite funny men made the list!🥰
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"It’s been almost a decade since Hader left Saturday Night Live, and after the frenetic pace of the weekly sketch show, he’s been selective about projects. With Barry, Hader’s HBO black comedy series about a hitman who just wants to be an actor, which is now heading into its fourth season, the comic has found the perfect vehicle for his distinctive tastes and expansive talents. Hader stars in, writes, directs and produces Barry, which has won him two Emmys for outstanding lead actor in a comedy series and has collected some 44 Primetime Emmy nominations overall."
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"Being unceremoniously ousted from his dream gig as host of NBC’s Tonight Show might well have been the best thing to happen to O’Brien’s career. Relegated to basic cable, the veteran funnyman experimented with various approaches to reclaiming his lost audience share, including an Emmy-winning travel series and, beginning in 2018, a weekly podcast, Conan O’Brien Needs a Friend. Even as his TBS talk show became a casualty of late night’s decline (and the pandemic), the podcast took off, spawning an audio empire. This year, O’Brien sold his production company, Team Coco, for a reported $150 million to SiriusXM, where he is developing a new comedy channel. Who’s laughing now?"
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prettyfamous · 1 year
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Harry Shum Jr | SXSW | Rich Fury | March 2022
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browsethestacks · 1 year
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Comics (Sept1964)
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twopoppies · 2 years
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Hi Gina, I’m annoyed at myself because I can’t find who’s the photographer who took most (maybe all?) of H’s pics at MSG. I’m trying to find them on Tumblr so I can use them as wallpapers but I can’t remember the guy’s name 😩 and I can’t find the info on their website.
Oh, they never tag him for some reason. It’s Rich Fury and he’s amazing. Here’s his IG. Here’s my tag for him on my blog.
I cry when I think about what we could be getting.
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Sorry about the split photos, but they were shot as panorama and IG is limited in how you can view things.
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timberlakegallery · 8 months
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Marvel Team-Up No. 83, July 1979. Cover by Rich Buckler and Steve Leialoha.
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eva-cybele · 2 years
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16. deiform (explicit)
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The bells of Saint Reymenaud’s Cathedral rang out across the Pillars, summoning the Halonic faithful to mass, even without an Archbishop to lead the prayers. On another Iceday morning, sometime before the war ended, Aymeric likely would have been amongst them, eager to kneel before the Fury and receive of her blessing.
Aymeric ghosted his lips over the inside of the Warrior of Light’s thigh, mouthing passages from the Enchiridion against her core. In return, she sang him hymns made of gasps and moans, her every twitch and shudder a benediction for his weary soul.
The bishops would call his worship a blasphemy of the highest order, transubstantiating the mortal flesh into the divine, but the hand of one goddess unquestionably lay heavily on Kaede’s soul – why not two? How else could he see the woman who had walked into his city and freed it from one thousand years of hatred and war and death, and given them peace? She was the shield that guarded the mortal realms, just as Halone was for the divine. His goddess had sent her champion, not only to Ishgard but to him.
He could not be blamed for loving her, not when he had spent his entire life in reverence and dedication to the Fury.
With a long drag of his tongue across overwarm flesh, Kaede gasped and arched her back, small hand clutching his hair and holding him against her. A bolt of arousal shot straight down his spine in response, but he made no effort to act upon it, even as the more primal part of his brain cried out in frustration at being denied the feeling of her walls clenching around him as she found her release.
No, this was only the morning prayer – the opening invocation. Still there must be offerings, and sermons uplifting the divine, confessions… He would gladly be priest and penitent both, professing every sin he had dared dream of committing, and endure her judgment. She did so love to hear them, after all.
And at the end, should she decide him worthy, he would give her everything he had, everything he was, surrender it all on the altar of devotion. Not only to the goddess whose touch he could only feel in her hand, but to Kaede herself, the woman, with all her faults and failings. He loved her weakness as much as her strength, her sadness as much as her joy – everything that proved she was as mortal as she was divine.
How blessed was he, to be able to look upon the face of a goddess and see her smile back at him, as she helped him wash dishes or distracted him from his work? To make her cry out with passion and pleasure, to go soft and limp and vulnerable at his touch?
The hand in his hair relaxed, the slight pain in his scalp soothed by her fingers gently carding through it. “What are you thinking about, love?”
She had sensed his preoccupation, even through the haze that doubtless shrouded her thoughts – barely had she roused from sleep when he had begun his morning obeisance. He didn’t know if he had been that obvious, or if she was just that observant of his moods, but the thought warmed his heart nonetheless.
Aymeric kissed the curve of one hipbone, looking up to find her propped up on her forearms and staring down at him in curiosity. The wild golden curls, freed from their usual neat braid, made a halo around her face that caught the morning sunlight, and the beauty of it almost stunned him into silence.
But one did not simply leave one’s lady wife waiting for an answer, so Aymeric smiled up at her and told her the truth: “You, what else?”
Her eyes narrowed in thought, but she seemed to let the matter go, letting herself drop heavily back into the bedding, stretching sinously against the silk sheets. “By the Twelve, I could get used to this. Waking up in a nice, soft bed, with your head between my legs… Sometimes I think you intend to spoil me into giving up the adventurer life through orgasms alone.”
Aymeric turned his head and muffled a laugh into her stomach, before raising up onto his hands and knees over her. “Do you think it can be done, then?”
She tugged him up her body until his forehead was even with her own, and she could twine her legs loosely around the backs of his thighs. One hand wrapped firmly around the back of his neck as the other wandered over his chest, mapping by memory the lattice of scars that marked his skin. She smiled, slow and warm and inviting. “Only one way to find out, I suppose.”
“A challenge I am more than happy to set myself against, I assure you.”
“Gods, Aymeric you talk too m–” Kaede’s voice cut off with a muffled squeak as he simultaneously pressed his lips against hers, and the fingers of his left hand between her legs, drawing forth a litany of sighs and half-murmured prayers of more, yes, please, there that set every nerve in his body aflame.
In the end, as always, her patience gave out before his own, and she drew him into her, enveloping him so completely that he could no longer tell where he ended and she began. An apotheosis, to ascend to paradise with her hand linked with his, her mouth on his throat, calling out his name as if he too was divine, like she was. And then to be returned to mortality with only the memory of bliss and the knowledge that she held his heart and soul in her hands.
No such act could possibly be sacrilege in Halone’s eyes. So he would continue his veneration here, in the peace of his bedchamber, for as long as he was permitted. And at end, if he was wrong and the Fury wished to condemn him for it, she was welcome to, for he knew with whom his faith truly lay.
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ecoamerica · 20 days
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The freaks are coming out tonight - Oct 31 2022
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mlbphotography · 8 months
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teslathelame · 9 months
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me when my faves are insufferable: teehee! ^_^ :3 so silly<3
me when [redacted] is insufferable: you have to die
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tenth-sentence · 1 year
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His rage passes description – the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.
"The Hobbit" - J. R. R. Tolkien
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