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The Desk of Dr. Jennifer Crane
Hallo everyone! Both myself and my dash today are in need of some serious cheering up so here’s a little summer giveaway <3
Rules:
- You must be following me
- Comments, likes and reblogs all count (anything that gets counted as a ‘note’!)
- Giveaway ends 5th of May 2013
- Smile for you are all lovely x
1st prize: Any 4 prints, any two keychains and 2 badges.
2nd prize: Any 2 prints (subject to availability!), 2 keychains and 2 badges.
3rd prize: One print and 2 badges (see photos 3 & 5)
You can see the print artwork clearly here, here and here.
Larger versions of the artsy prints and smaller versions of the valentines prints are for sale here, the keychains are not available to buy.
Cuddles for all and chins up everyone,
Love Doodles x
This is hopebird.
Hopebird is a little project idea of mine. He’s transparent, and I’m giving permission to use this as you want as long as you don’t profit from it.
I want you to put hopebird on your blog (either reblog this or take the image and put it on your blog) if you are a SAFE ZONE. That means anyone who has this logo on their blog will not judge you based on your race, age, religion, sexuality, ability, gender, appearance, or anything. If you see hopebird, it means that this person is open to talk to and offer you support if you need it.
Oooh that’s a lovely idea!
(via thepenguinette)
Dove does it again.
This time, it’s a profoundly moving social experiment that demonstrates how critical women are of their own appearance.
You can see all the portraits here: http://dove.com/realbeautysketches
Just brilliant
Twig in my eye…
(via wheaties13)
For more information and a guide on how to delete this malicious virus, refer to this ehow article.
Now I’ll stop talking about my recent feelings and posting drawings from yesterday. I have some things to do~
Sometimes…
Enough is just…
Too much.
Te Amo, Bia
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M!A: Sex Pollen
“Bruce, we’re here,” Jen murmured, looking over and realizing he was already awake. “Ah, I thought you were still sleeping.” He’d looked so peaceful on the ride back, sleep easing all the stress. “Come on, we need to get you out of all that.”As the canopy of the car retracts she folds herself up and climbs out, walking around to the passenger side to help steady Bruce. “Up you go, watch your step.” It’s hard to tell how much of the weight is the armor and how much is sheer muscle, but either way they combine to make it exceedingly hard to hold him up and Jen wobbles. “God, you’re heavy.”
“Sorry,” he muttered, pulling the cowl off as soon as his feet were on the ground. The cool air of the Cave did wonders, for a moment, before that flush came back to his cheeks. Whatever Ivy had thrown at him, whatever dust he had swallowed, it felt as if he had gulped down sunlight itself. Bruce shook himself, tried to steady his thinking. “I’ll run some tests on this … “
He attempted to walk towards the computer, but he was just too damn weak. In every instance except one, he realized. Blinking, more confused than embarrassed, he wondered why now, of all times, would his body decide to be aroused and by what.
Jen couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his sheer stubbornness. “Right, sure, run some tests. You’re as weak as a kitten, Bruce. You couldn’t fight your way out of a paper bag right now,” Jen gripes, half dragging him over and dropping him in the nearest chair.
“I don’t need any tests to tell you what’s going on. That plant hit you with some new sex drug she’s concocted. ‘Poison’ Ivy, HA! Nothing poisonous about her,” she mutters mutinously as she prods at his armor.
“Now stop being an idiot and show me how to get this crap off of you. I’m sure it’s starting to get uncomfortable.”
M!A: Sex Pollen
Batman grunted in reply and just trudged on. Reaching the Batmobile, he had to give Jen a crash course in driving it, before just deciding to have her sit in the driver’s seat and let the auto-pilot drive them back to the Cave.He hadn’t realized it, until he awoke with a jolt, but he had managed to doze all the way to the Cave. And his condition had not improved. He still felt frustrated and overly-warm. He needed to find some release. Any sort of relief …
“Bruce, we’re here,” Jen murmured, looking over and realizing he was already awake. “Ah, I thought you were still sleeping.” He’d looked so peaceful on the ride back, sleep easing all the stress. “Come on, we need to get you out of all that.”
As the canopy of the car retracts she folds herself up and climbs out, walking around to the passenger side to help steady Bruce. “Up you go, watch your step.” It’s hard to tell how much of the weight is the armor and how much is sheer muscle, but either way they combine to make it exceedingly hard to hold him up and Jen wobbles. “God, you’re heavy.”
M!A: Sex Pollen [ OPEN ]
“Poison Ivy,” he admitted, rubbing his forehead, barely feeling it through his cowl. “I’d say … an hour or more ago? Nothing serious, I don’t think, but tiring. I’m so frustrated, hot, almost.”Batman glanced at her and nodded down the ally.
“Not too far. I’d say not more than a dozen yards.” He said, starting to walk again. “I won’t pass out.” He rolled his eyes, looking at her again. “I’m exhausted, but I won’t pass out.”
Jen stumbles, nearly falling. “Ivy?” she asks, hearing the crack in her voice. Oh this is bad. ‘Poison Ivy’, at least if she’s anything like Patrick Oakley in Jen’s world, is a misnomer and a half. It should be ‘Nymphomaniac Ivy’, or perhaps ‘Aphrodisiac Ivy’. Either would be far more accurate.
“Well, on the plus side I can almost guarantee you’ve not actually been ‘poisoned’, per se. On the minus, you’re in for a long night, Bat.” She tugs him into moving, trying to get to the Batmobile as quickly as possible. “Come on, we definitely need to get you home. Or at least somewhere private.”
It’s wrong, Jen knows, but some deep primal part of her still wants to ‘assist’ in curing him.