#16th Angel

[angel-oftheday]

The Angel of the Day is...

Armisael

From Neon Genesis Evangelion

Requested by @0reooosky

[flwrstqr]

♡ SHUT UP AND KISS ME / PARK JAY

🪽 : jay x fem!r. 𖥔 academic rivals to lovers 1000wc. 𓈃 ◌⠀⠀˖ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄

YOU'VE NEVER LIKED JAY. Ever since you two became top students, it had been a constant battle. Who could score higher on the next test? Who would get called on first in class? It didn’t matter what it was—if there was a way to compete, you and Jay would find it.

Today was no different. After a heated argument during PE, of all places, you were both punished with the oh-so-glamorous task of cleaning the locker rooms. You could still feel the frustration bubbling beneath your skin as you slammed the mop into the bucket, glaring at him across the room.

“This is your fault,” you snapped, sweeping the mop across the floor aggressively.

Jay, leaning lazily against one of the lockers, raised an eyebrow. “My fault? You're the one who started yelling in the middle of the game. Couldn’t handle losing, could you?”

“I didn’t lose! You just—” You groaned, running a hand through your hair. “You know what? I don’t care. Just clean so we can get out of here.”

He didn’t move. Instead, he crossed his arms and gave you that signature smirk that made your blood boil. “Why do you always have to be so competitive?”

You froze for a second, glaring at him. “Excuse me? You’re literally the definition of competitive.”

He shrugged, the movement slow and almost infuriatingly casual. “Maybe. But at least I’m good at it.”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

There was that look in his eyes again—the one that said he enjoyed riling you up. And of course, it was working.

You stomped over to him, the mop clattering to the floor behind you. “You think you’re so much better than me just because you’re good at—”

Jay cut you off with a laugh, leaning in just enough that you could smell the faint cologne mixed with the sweat from earlier. “You know, you get really worked up about this. It’s almost cute.”

Your jaw clenched. Cute? The nerve of him.

And then something snapped in you. Maybe it was the months, no, years of pent-up frustration. Maybe it was the way he was looking at you like he knew exactly how to push your buttons. Maybe it was the damn tie hanging loosely around his neck that gave you an idea.

Without thinking, your hand shot out and grabbed his tie, yanking him closer until his mouth stopped moving. His eyes widened, the smirk dropping as he stumbled forward, bracing his hands against the locker behind you. The sudden closeness made your heart race, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the fact that he was finally silent.

“You talk too much,” you muttered, still holding onto his tie, fingers curled around the fabric.

For a second, Jay didn’t move. He was staring down at you, mouth parted slightly in shock, his breath coming a little faster now that you were only inches apart. The usual cocky attitude was gone, replaced with something else—something you weren’t quite sure how to interpret.

And then, in a split second, something shifted in his expression. The surprise melting away as his lips curled up ever so slightly. His hand came up to rest over yours, holding his tie.

“Maybe you should do something about it then,” he said softly, the challenge clear in his voice.

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. What was happening? This was Jay. The same guy who drove you insane with his constant need to outdo you. The same guy who always had something snarky to say, always one-upping you.

But right now, none of that seemed to matter.

Before you could stop yourself—before you could even think it through—you pulled him down, crashing your lips against his.

For a moment, everything went silent. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears, the feeling of his lips moving against yours, the faint taste of the mint gum he always chewed. Jay responded immediately, kissing you back with an intensity that made your knees weak.

He pulled away, just enough to breathe, but kept his forehead resting against yours. His hand still held yours, like he wasn’t ready to let go.

“Well,” he breathed, his voice rougher than usual, “that’s one way to shut me up.”

You rolled your eyes, though your pulse was still racing. “You’re still talking.”

Jay chuckled, his breath warm against your lips as he leaned in again, this time kissing you, like he was savoring the moment.

When he pulled back, his smirk was back, “I guess I lost this time, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, finally letting go of his tie. “Maybe just this once.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Trust me, I won’t,” you shot back, though there was no bite to your words this time. Instead, you found yourself looking up at him.

Maybe this whole rivalry wasn’t what you thought it was. Maybe all the tension, all the arguments… maybe it had been leading to this all along.

[samsketchbook]

[starrysharks]

sweet sixteen!

[lionofchaeronea]

Archangel Gabriel (top left panel from the Polyptych of the Resurrection), Titian, 1522

[vaggieslefteye]

never gonna get over angel's gayass little scream

[classic-art-favourites]

Saint Luke Painting the Virgin by Jan Gossaert, 1520-1522.

[barbiebirthdaycake]

happy 16th bday to me!! ♡

[cuties-in-codices]

fashionable angel

in the "ottheinrich-bibel", vol. 8, illuminated in 1530 by mathis gerung

source: Munich, Bayerische Staatsbibliothek, Cgm 8010(8, fol. 293 recto [detail].

[vulturesouls]

Pages from an Armenian gospel book, 1583 AD, by Ghoukas (Armenian), illuminator.

The Annunciation

The Annunciation to the Shepherds

The Presentation in the Temple

Getty Museum Ms. 119 (2020.3), fol. 2v

[a-sculpture-a-day]

Angel from a Crucifixion group, Antonio Begarelli, ca. 1534, marble, Berlin, Bode Museum.

[ltwilliammowett]

Two headed Angel

Is not a pretty and good angel, it is a cannonball divided into two halves and connected by a short piece of chain. That is why they are also called chain shots.

Chain shot or two headed angel, Europe, 1501- 1800 (x)

They were used to destroy the enemy's mast, rigging or sails, thus limiting mobility. When fired, the components of the shot tumble through the air after leaving the muzzle and the connecting chain is fully extended. In the past, the chain was thrown up to 1.8 m through the target. However, tumbling made both the rod and chain shot less accurate, so they were used at shorter distances, but did no less damage.

[dcrthvcder]

aegon is a rapist btw

so is every other man in a song of ice and fire universe so where do we get from there

[tragediambulante]

Saint Matthew and the angel, Giovanni Girolamo Savoldo, 1530-35

[lionofchaeronea]

Jonah Spat Up by the Whale, Jan Sadeler, ca. 1582

[7pleiades7]

The Mystic Marriage of Saint Catherine (c. 1590) by Peter Candid (Flemish (active in Florence and Munich), about 1548–1628), oil on canvas, 226 x 159.1 cm, The Museum of Fine Arts, Boston