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puppy-steve · 2 days
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hello hi i would like to submit the thought of chrissy wearing my little bat choker
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frenchcurious · 4 months
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Cunningham Series V-4 Model 82-A Town Limousine 1922. - source Amazing Classic Cars.
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les-belles-mecaniques · 3 months
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1951 Cunningham C-3 Coupe by Vignale.
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mote-historie · 8 months
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Imogen Cunningham, Callas, 1925
Silver Gelatin Estate Print
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nyangiorno · 2 years
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we need corey cunningham subby smut. have yall seen that man when he was pulled by his hair????
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squidling2005 · 1 year
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the skrunkly
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just reminding people that he exists with these 2 minute doodles :)
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simconceivable · 9 months
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Avery wasted no time on starting her garden. As much as she could find to plant, plant she did.
Then before she knew it her house was full of neighbors and the worst dessert she had ever had: fruit cake.
The highlight of her day, though? Frogs! Meet Laffy Taffy!
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l-pandamatic-l · 2 years
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NEW CHARACTER ACCEPTED FOR REQUESTS
⚠️ TW! Murder Mentions, Gore, ETC Spoilers for Halloween Ends Movie 2022
Corey is now accepted for requests since I watched Halloween Ends last night. All the movie’s main plot points will be accepted for requests. No smut per the rules section of my pinned posts, go to horny jail if ur mad abt it.
Corey will be written a bit OOC as i try to dodge a few triggers for myself while writing. But don’t hold back on requests. GO!
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roughridingrednecks · 5 months
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Cunningham in West Virginia
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thecunninghammag · 9 months
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By Alexandros Zafeiridis for The Cunningham Mag Issue 00
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Emilia Schüle, Louis Cunningham et James Purefoy dans “Marie-Antoinette (Saison 1)” série créée par Deborah Davis, novembre 2022.
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frenchcurious · 6 months
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Jaguar E-Type SI Lightweight Cunningham Tribute. 📸 GO.911. - source Rétro Passion Automobiles.
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moonwatchuniverse · 1 year
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Walter Cunningham (1932-2023)… Ad Astra Remembering USMC aviator / NASA astronaut Walter Cunningham, the last surviving Apollo 7 astronaut, who passed away aged 90. Cunningham, a patriot, aviator, explorer, husband, brother and father, was selected as NASA astronaut in 1963 and flew as Lunar Module Pilot on Apollo 7, a test mission which was instrumental to NASA’s Moon landing’s program success. Cunningham went on as head of the Skylab branch Astronaut Office and left NASA in 1971. With his passing, only 11 Apollo-era astronauts are still alive: Aldrin, Anders, Borman, Duke, Haise, Mattingly, Lovell, Schweickart, Schmitt, Scott and Stafford. Cunningham often wore chronographs such as the NASA-issued Omega Speedmaster. His personal Rolex Cosmograph Daytona 6239 pilot wrist watch was auctioned in 2013. Colorful artwork by Dutch Space artist Ed Hengeveld. (Photo: EH Space Art)
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Mercury Talent Starting to Match on Paper, but Fall Again
Tonight in New York the stars came out early before this weekend’s all-star break, as the Phoenix Mercury played their best game of the season in a loss to the New York Liberty. The Mercury were down as many as 20 points in the game and also dealing with the scoring machine that is Breanna Stewart. Breanna Stewart scored 43 points and schooled pretty much every defender thrown at her, and the…
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orsonfoe · 10 months
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sneak peek at a comic commission involving everyones fav busniess women rebecc cuningham. can check it out early on my patreon. PATREON or KO-FI
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itsgodthemself · 2 years
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“Everyone else diets. It’s no big deal.”
Hi everyone! How are all of you feeling? Here’s a little Chrissy angst I wrote a while ago, I decided to edit it and post it here. Trigger warning for mommy issues and eating disorder mentions.
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Chrissy sat on her knees in the bathroom, the cold tile burning her skin, her legs falling asleep. Her head was pounding as she stared into the toilet bowl, throat burning as she smelt her own vomit. The smell of her breakfast and yesterday’s dinner returned to her memory, it wasn’t a pleasant memory anymore, not paired with stomach acid. Chrissy’s cheer uniform was getting looser and looser, she was no longer a medium. Her body felt horrible but she felt beautiful, her stomach cried and begged for sustenance. She couldn’t help herself when it came to eating, she got hungry just like everyone else did but she felt bad for it. Her mother made her feel bad for it, 130 lbs, 125 lbs, 119 lbs, 108 lbs and then 90 lbs. 
She slowly got up, standing shakily on her feet and staring at what she had purged. Chrissy was ashamed, her insides cried at the scene. Tears welled in her eyes as she cried flushing the toilet, saying goodbye to the contents of her stomach, she quickly turned as she rested her head on the stall door. Everytime she stood up she felt dizzy, like she could just collapse right then and there onto the tiled floor. Chrissy let her body settle, her stomach gurgling and begging for something to eat, something to have, something to keep. She ignored her body's cries for help, opening her eyes and unlocking the stall door. Her hand laid on the lock, she hesitated opening it, wondering how long it would take her head to stop pounding. 
The bathroom was dark, damp and the lights flickered overhead, it wasn’t a comforting space to be when you were this vulnerable. Chrissy walked over to the sink, staring down to the faucet, afraid of what she’d see looking back in the mirror. Once she looked up she felt tears fall from her eyes, even if she felt weak, even if she hadn’t eaten all day, even if she was 90 lbs, Chrissy looked disgusting. She felt her cheeks stain with tears, her mascara drip down her face, her powdery foundation falling and revealing her acne scars. The perfect pretty girl didn’t feel pretty anymore, nor did she look the part either. Her throat burned and her legs shook under her own weight, as if carrying something heavy when she was as light as a feather. Chrissy turned away from the mirror, her eyes wide with shock and horror, she pressed her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to the floor, she sobbed at the thought of her body. At the sight of it. The head cheerleader at Hawkins High was disgusting, her nails breaking from her lack of calcium, her body covered in goosebumps from her lack of body fat, someone could breathe on her and she would swear she felt a breeze. She felt overweight, she felt useless, even if she slid in her clothes easier these days she could swear there was a struggle. “Chrissy, do you want to try the dress on again, I loosened the back for you.” She heard her mother’s voice call out, the insults ringing in her brain, “Chrissy, this is ridiculous! No good girl asks for seconds, do you see me wanting more than I was given?” these memories bouncing around her skull like some sick screensaver. All Chrissy could hear was her mother, “Chrissy, I’m going to call the school, your uniform shrunk in the wash, it barely fit you before, no way it fits now.” Her tears came out faster, her hands squeezing her arms as she felt her whole body shake and sob. “Chrissy! This is ridiculous, you are a teenage girl not a pig!” The stall doors around her all slammed shut in unison, she screamed.
Her stomach felt like it was going to fall out onto the floor from the terror, maybe then, she’d be skinny enough. 
She struggled to stand again, pushing on her knee and using the sink as support. Chrissy looked into the mirror one last time, wiping her mascara off of her face and reaching down to her bag to fix her blue eyeshadow. She powdered the makeup on, layer after layer. After the 5th layer of eyeshadow and when the mascara finally accentuated her lashes enough, then did Chrissy Cunningham feel pretty again. Her hands went up to her face as she fixed her bangs and smiled, her makeup was like her armour. Shielding her from mean glances and rude words thrown at her in the high school hallway, she felt protected.
“Everyone else diets. It’s no big deal.” She muttered to herself, smiling into the mirror. Her eyes were still wide, bloodshot almost, her teeth were crooked and her throat burned. “Everyone else diets. It’s no big deal.” Chrissy repeated, it was no big deal.
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