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fawnsnotebook · 3 months
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dance for you
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mrmousetolliver · 1 month
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Scotty Cunningham (c.1966) photographed by Bruce Harry Bellas under his pseudonym Bruce of Los Angeles. Bruce of Los Angeles was an American photographer and pioneer with his work of male physique and nudes. Many contemporary photographers such as Robert Mapplethorpe, Herb Ritts, and Bruce Weber are considered to be highly influenced by his work. He passed away in 1974 while on vacation with his favorite model and long-time partner Scotty Cunningham (above), to whom he left his estate.
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moonlit-orchid · 2 months
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Translation: You're all grounded
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edgarmoser · 6 months
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scotty cunningham | bruce of LAü
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1st-lil-poet · 4 months
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{𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬}
[TW: Cursing, Mentioned loss of limbs, Death Threats and Implied death.]
[𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 belongs to @00lari00 , 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 & 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐳 belongs to @capturecharlesau ,𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 belongs to @jaytoons7 , 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 & 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨 belongs to @bluetorchsky , and 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 and 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 belongs to me!]
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𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Hiya! Nice lounge, Italy boi! X3
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲: Oh, you must be one of Maddie‘s friends!
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Yep! But, I have one small question..!
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲: Of course! Ask away, Mio amico!
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: So, I heard Maddie that your husband was brought back to life, meaning that he was dead, right..?
[While Danny nodded in agreement, he didn’t notice that his lover, Crusher had already been in the room to intentionally ears drop on their conversation with a mug of coffee in his hands.]
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: So, that means you make out with a corpse, right? \:<
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲: Well, ye- EXCUSE ME?!
[Crusher face burned red as he chokes on his drink, Danny just stood there with his eyes wide open, his face steaming red.]
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Am I wrong?
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲: W-well… You see… It’s DEFINITELY not like that!
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Oh, Really? But, he used to be dead… Why are your faces re-
𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫: WOW, LOOK AT THE TIME!!! WE NEED TO DO IMPORTANT WORK STUFF, RIGHT NOW!!! BYE FOREVER!
[He immediately grabbed his husband and booked it out the room, leaving Riley alone. Riley responded by flopped on to the couch, to search for some crumbs to eat. But before she even got a chance to, Maddie stormed in with a bitten chain leash.]
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: I WAS RUNNING AROUND THIS DAMN SPACE STATION FOR 40 MINUTES!!
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: You'll never take me alive, sucker! >:3
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Oh, really because *Yawns* I got you where I want yo-
[As soon as she opened her eyes, Riley was gone without a trace… Maddie whines as she stares at the empty space, before she starts running away to the moth once again.]
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: How does she keep doing that?!
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𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Hi! :3
𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: Oh, hi there! How can I help you?
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: I just wanted to say a little cute idea, want to hear about it?
𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: Sure! What is your idea?
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: If you lose your arms, then you would a matching couple!
𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: Sorry for asking but…HOW is that… cute?
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: So, you can grab some pretty charms and stickers for your new prosthetics! Like one of those peanut butter and jelly stickers! Pretty cute idea, huh? :D
𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: That’s sweet of you… but I don’t losing my arms is a good idea…
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Boo. |:<
𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: Excuse me?
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Nothing… :|
[Violin raises his eyebrow in confusion, until his husband strolls into the room, grabbing his attention, but before he even had a chance to speak… Riley was already chewing on his prosthetic.]
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: *Mouth-full* Your arm taste like rocks! :3
𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧: Thank you…? Now, can you… let go of my prosthetic?
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! WHEN I FIND YOU, I’LL CHAIN YOU TO A TREE AND BEAT YOU LIKE A FUCKING BIRTHDAY PIÑATA!!!
[Riley's atenas shot up in heartbeat as she released her fangs from his mostly metal arm and crawled into the air vents.]
𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: What did you even do?!
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: I may have drank her milkshake and spat some at her to get away. >:3
𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧: Why did you-
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Gotta go, bye!
[She crawls away before he could request a answer. Accordion sighs in defeat, but glances at the small but visible bites on his arm.]
𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧: How do I explain this to the chief?
𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: You could hide them with cute stickers.
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𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: *Hanging upside down* Hello, person! :]
𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: Gah, who are you?!
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: I'm Riley! Green goggles, cool gloves… You must be Polo! :D
𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: How do you know my name..?
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Maddie told me about you, saying that you’re a nerdy weirdo like me! :D
𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: NERDY?!
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Who's the cute boi under your desk? :>
[Benz was napping delightfully under his desk, Polo’s entire face was covered in heavy blush.]
𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: W-well, he was tired a-and I wanted to-
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: You didn’t answer my question, you simp! >:[
𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: I'M NOT A-
𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐳: Den Mund halten! I'm trying to sleep… Who’s she and how did she get in here?
𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: Benz, I am so sorry for waking you up! I didn’t realize that I was-
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Guys, look!
[Polo spins around to his horror as he stares at a violently, bubbling chemical was in her hands.]
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: All I did was pour some pop rocks in it, isn’t that awesome! :D
𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: Yeah, awesome…! If you could just-
𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐳: Give it to him, he can make it 100 times awesome…!
𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Wait a minute, what if I add ALL of my pop rocks?! >:D
𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇: WAIT, NO STOP!!!
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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: My legs hurt… Mom, can I get a milkshake?
[Calypso ignore the question and continue to clean her bar, Maddie responds by softly growls at her.]
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Mom, may I PLEASE have a milkshake…?
𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨: There it is, now was that so hard?
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: No…
𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨: Now, what do you say?
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Thank you…
𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨: What was that, sugar?
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Thank you… Mom.
[Calypso rewarded Maddie with a milkshake and a grin. As she was about to take a sip, a thundering bang came from just below the floor they were on. The two stared at each other until Calypso was the first to say something.]
𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨: Should we check on them…?
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Nope, if it has nothing to do with us, then walk away… And, it’s probably safer if we stay up here… Trust me.
[Maddie exhaustingly drinks her milkshake as Calypso just stares in confusion and worry, but she chose not to ask for her own sanity…]
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I hope you liked it! A little fun fact, Maddie is now adopted by Calypso! :D
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Star Trek/Green Lantern: The Spectrum War (2015) #5 art by Angel Hernandez 
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65eatonplace · 1 year
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Sharon Tate with co-star Tony Scotti & director Mark Robson during an evening shoot at The Music Center, downtown Los Angeles for “Valley of the Dolls” 1967
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collidingxworlds · 7 months
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𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒
Abigail Hobbs, Number Five, Sam Adams, Anthony J. Crowley, Will Graham, Jim Moriarty, Gabriel Shurley, Will Byers, Brian Moser, Sebastian Moran
tagged by: @hvbris (( thank you x3 )) tagging: @kingofthewebxxx @waywardfeathered @smokedanced @magaprima @rapxir @elisethetraveller @batteredoptimist @the-perfect-scientist & whoever wants to steal it !
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fumrell · 5 months
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A fun fact about me is that I have such a high density of Thoughts that if left to my own devices for too long I'll start inventing a fictional world I made up's political landscape and language families
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fawnsnotebook · 5 months
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"Please hold."
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tutuandscoot · 1 year
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T being super protective over her guards perfect place on the boards and exclaiming to the volunteer in YVR 2010 (I think it was) “DON’T TOUCH MY GUARDS”. Is the same way I react when someone tries to use my sewing scissors to cut paper 😑
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moonlit-orchid · 2 months
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'AM I WORTH NOTHING TO YOU???'
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edgarmoser · 6 months
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scotty cunningham | bruce of LA
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redshift-13 · 1 year
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Social history gets recorded only when those knowledgable about it are both alive and able to remember it.  It helps, like writer Scotty Bowers, to have a prodigious memory.  And if you’re writing about famous people, it helps to meet them where (nearly) everyone, royal or commoner, star or not, frolics in the same place: sex.  Or, in one specific physical locale, an area behind a gas station in Los Angeles that existed as a hookup spot for quickies and a meeting place for longer term lovers and paramours, which is where Scotty Bowers made a name for himself, not as a pimp, but as what you might call an organizer of encounters.
This doc. is a fascinating glimpse into a specific social history of sex defined by a connection to film industry celebs, various locales around Los Angeles, and underground LGBT lives - innumerable people intersecting through the years, with Bowers being an eye that saw many secrets and sometimes participated in them.  He seems to have been discreet when he needed to be, only later revealing truths that many who were close to the action knew at the time, but due to fears over reputation and career kept under wraps.
There are plenty of gossipy anecdotes here, but to think that this is all to the story is a hopelessly superficial take.  You see Bowers relating anecdotes of the sexual escapades of famous people at a party - he was probably the center of attention for this reason - but to dismiss these as the salacious froth of celebrity is to miss the point of how sexual history is not somehow extraneous to history but one of its motors, its continuous underlying reality, the cum, spit, flesh, blood, memory, pain and pleasure of human lives through time, the balancing acts on fulcrums of circumstance and relationships.
The more documentaries I see, the more I think about an impossible Total Documentary, a film that’s captured everything through time and which you could spend a lifetime watching.  Each documentary to me seems to faintly gesture in the direction of this all-seeing master film archive, whose stories you can only imagine being told, but the ones that are construct a sky of scattered stars.  Since, if all was exposed, all thrown in front of us like the sun, somehow that would seem less real than the small number of pieces we have available to us.  We are both created by these stories and make them.
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1st-lil-poet · 11 months
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{Maddie Runner Angels}💔
Scottie belongs to @jaytoons7 , but the Music Couple belongs to @bluetorchsky ! Check them out!
She’s an Emotional Succubus~, so she drains their life & emotions until they are emotionless walking husk.
She’s actually aromatic, so yeah…
Hates the “Violent Types” [Scottie, Violin & Wilhelm]But loves the “Smiley” and “Silent Types” [Accordion & Slice]
She thinks they’re the easiest to break…
Skilled with or without Magic.
She actually has 3 Forms; Normal, Monster AKA Heartbreaker, & Ink.
MAY have stolen her power from someone else…
{Ink Form}
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{Heartbreaker} (might redesign..)
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Star Trek/Green Lantern: Stranger Worlds (2016-2017) #6 art by Angel Hernandez  
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