#Doris Land

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Alex in my designs.

One of the amazing things I get to do is work with people I love working with on a regular basis.

Alex and I connected a few years back and have been making magic together ever since,

For this shoot, I used my up-cycled designs and we shot in the studio.

The editorial was featured in Issue 28, Volume 16 of Selin magazine and it’s called Alex in Design.

If you want your own copy you can find it here.

[thebansheeoflamordia]

[generalsdiary]

listen I might sound crazy but you know how Aventurine would spend all of his money on his family were they alive? like they grew up poor- worse than poor, and he is always gambling yes- but he is also insanely rich. you just know he'd shower them in money and buy everything for them and that credits today have little to no meaning to him because he has gotten them too late. it wasn't "fast enough" to save them, to ease their lives. and you just know he regrets it, but still hoards more credits, gambling, earning, wasting, etc.

now allow me to draw a parallel to a character in gi most of the fandom doesn't like. dori. LET ME SPEAK- dori's sister died (in her arms) from an illness because her family didn't have enough money to buy the herbs prescribed for her sister's treatment and that is why Dori ends up cherishing every mora/money, turns in a mora hungry capitalist powerhouse and makes everything about her; just money. because she couldn't help her sibling when it mattered. also the "limitless mora" for her comes from receiving a bunch of items from Alice (Klee's mom) - they made a business deal, etc, just a detail.

and it is interesting how most of the fandom dislikes dori so much (meta wise I get it, and also some other povs), when the parallel to aventurine is a straight line and he is loved and liked by so many (granted, I love riney). no amount of mora/credits can bring their family member(s) back or fix what happened, yet they stay in it, hoarding more, be it due to our boy's luck, or Dori's deal and persistence. I know many ppl draw his line to Kaveh, but from this pov it is screaming Dori.

and yh his story is more tragic- but we are talking money rn ppl- stay focused;

here is where their characters differ in the money area. with how little regard he has towards the money, Aventurine, our Kakavasha is so kind, so so kind. he gives out freely, he doesn't give two shits while sending money to the TB (it is worth mentioning that he thinks he also HAS to do it, and that gifts and things of high material value are most appreciated, ex. the gifts the TB receives after become the captain of the ship in penacony. he sadly has a view of it that everyone needs to be given something in return, truly struggling with forming real friendships/relationships except with the TB and Ratio- which I'd love to go more into on another analysis), he openly shares his money to whomever- and in his contrast, dori would probably rather jump off a cliff than give a single gold mora coin to... well, anyone.

both have been through such tragedy and turned rich later on through various means- when it technically no longer matters to them as much as it could've mattered before- and to see one be indifferent towards it/see it as a means to an end & what ppl respond well to vs. the other be stingy to the point she is hurting people while doing it and purposefully putting them in debt (I hate you for what you did to Kaveh TWICE, dori.), makes a really interesting parallel made by hoyo ngl. thoughts?

[hey-hey-j]

You were out of my league / got my heartbeat racing

If I die, don't wake me / 'cause you are more than just a dream

xxx

(I continue to be the only JohnViva champion on the internet)

[lets-jam]

it's lazy writing...

[jeanharlowshair]

Screenland Plus TV-Land, May 1956.

[myawesomemovielist]

my awesome movie list of 2016:

moonlight (dir. barry jenkins)

la la land (dir. damien chazelle)

hidden figures (dir. theodore melfi)

manchester by the sea (dir. kenneth lonergan)

fences (dir. denzel washington)

paterson (dir. jim jarmusch)

aquarius (dir. kleber mendonça filho)

arrival (dir. denis villeneuve)

finding dory (dir. andrew stanton)

captain fantastic (dir. matt ross)

hell or high water (dir. david mackensie)

zootopia (dir. byron howard & rich moore)

american pastoral (dir. ewan mcgregor)

jackie (dir. pablo larrain)

loving (dir.  jeff nichols)

20th century women (dir. mike mills)

christine (dir. antonio campos)

nocturnal animals (dir. tom ford)

hacksaw ridge (dir. mel gibson)

silence (dir. martin scorsese)

sing (dir. garth jennings)

kubo and the two strings (dir. travis knight)

a monster calls (dir. j.a. bayona)

lion (dir. garth davis)

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

For context (what is what):

Tilt-and-Roll:

Trolls 3:

[stellarartworks]

art assignment: do a crossover between two stories and show how the characters would interact.

me: WWHAT IF THE BLORBOS GO TO WADDLE DEE TOWN AND HAVE FUN??? MAKE FRIENDNS???? 🥺 🥺🥺

… maybe not pg and gorimondo though, they might try to kill each other

[rnortalitasi]

*squints*

alright im gettin some v uncomfortable gentrification vibes from this particular hangout branch

dori... don’t fucking buy up “cheap” land in a village meant to be a safe haven for the already ostracized. what the fuck.

[jamespoeartistry]

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Free Admission Designs published in Malvie Magazine

Models Rebecca and Daniela styled by Heather Jude wearing my upcycled designs.

Shot in the studio at Doris Land.

Published in Malvie Magazine The Artist Edition Vol 608.

Each piece featured my continuous line drawings placed on a thrifted piece of clothing.

Some feature a silkscreened image that I designed by hand.

This collection is hitting the runway on May 21 and I can’t wait to see what the reaction will be.

[stayteezdreams]

Scenarios: Stray Kids Hyung Line Finding You Asleep In Their Bed

Scenarios: Stray Kids Hyung Line Finding You Asleep In Their Bed.

~{Maknae Line}~

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bang Chan x Gn!Reader; BestFriend!Lee Know x Gn!Reader (Friends to more); Boyfriend!Changbin x Gn!Reader; Best-Friend!Hyunjin x Gn!Reader (Friends to Lovers).

Requested By: 🔮 Anon

A/n: Even though I'm the one who made the prompt I wasn't really sure what to do lmao so I hope you like it! Also, reader falls asleep on the couch in Lee Knows, not the bed.

Warnings: A couple kisses throughout, but otherwise its all just casual fluff.

Words: Just under 2k

Chris:

He forgot he was going to meet up with you after he was done at the studio.

Glancing at the time he jolted out of his seat, seeing it was late and he had already missed the time he said he was going to meet you.

So he rushed back to the dorm, guilt washing over him the entire time.

He tried texting you the whole way back but his messages went unread.

When he arrived back at the dorm, he was sure you would have given up on and him and left.

The living room was empty, but he saw the light in his bedroom still on.

Quickly entering his bedroom, an apology was out of his mouth before he came to a halt.

You were on top of his bed cuddled up to his pillow, fast asleep, phone in hand. He could see the unread notifications of the messages he sent apologizing blinking on your screen.

He let out a soft sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, watching you. He felt guilty for accidentally standing you up for movie night, but he was glad he could see you like this. So peaceful and at ease, though he was afraid to wake you, fearing you would be angry.

As he adjusted the blanket, covering your legs, your eyes fluttered open, landing on him immediately.

You glared sleepily at him as your soft sleepy voice came out. "You forgot me."

Chris pouted, "I'm sorry baby, I really am."

"Did you finish the song at least?"

He nodded and you smiled softly making his heart skip a beat. "Good." Adjusting your body, you laid your head on his legs as you looked up at him. "You owe me a movie night though."

Chris's chest exploded with adoration as he looked down at you with a smile. Leaning down he pressed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. "I'll make it up to you I promise."

You nodded sleepily as you threatened to fall back asleep. Chris gently patted your head as he moved you back to your original position. "Just sleep for now baby."

Your fist grabbed his jacket softly as you didn't want to let him go. He grinned as he gradually pulled away from you. Getting himself ready for bed, he held you in his arms until he fell asleep beside you.

Lee Know:

You had been cat-sitting for him while he and his family were away.

He came back a few days before them, arriving late in the evening to surprise you and the cats.

As he snuck in, his heart nearly stopped as he found you in the living room, asleep on the couch, and all the cats sleeping around you peacefully.

Lee Know knew he had developed feelings for you a while ago, but in this moment he really understood just how much he adored you.

He stared at you for a few moments before snapping a few photos on his phone.

Sneaking over to the couch, he crouched down and looked at your peacefully sleeping face. Dori, upon waking up at his presence mewed softly before stretching.

Lee Know pet them softly before looking back at you. He got lost, staring at your face, reaching up, he found himself gently caressing your cheek. His heart leapt when your eyes slowly opened, meeting his as you stared at him silently for a moment.

A soft smile crept onto your face and Lee Know felt his chest clench. "You're back."

He nodded and he spoke softly, "Yeah. I didn't want to wake you."

You stretched, waking up the other cats as they all began to greet Lee Know.

You smiled at the sight. "They missed you."

He grinned, "I missed them too." He looked up at you, "And you."

You rose your brow at his sudden affection, "Me?"

He chuckled softly, "Of course."

Your heart was still racing from waking to find Lee Know gently touching your cheek, now it felt as though it might escape from your chest.

"I missed you too." You admitted, wondering if your feelings for your friend were showing.

He smiled at you for a minute before he rose, "Stay here."

You hummed in curiosity as he left. Coming back a short time later, he was now in his pajamas. Watching him with wide eyes as he adjusted the blanket over you and climbed onto the couch behind you.

You stared at him over your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you from behind pulling you into his chest.

Meeting your gaze he smiled, "Let's sleep."

Both of you were aware of how hard the other's heart's were racing. Silently understanding you both felt the same thing in that moment, lying together in the darkened living room.

Getting comfortable in his arms, he smiled into your shoulder as he held you against him. You felt him press a soft kiss to your shoulder before he pressed his face into your neck and let out a long content breath as he held you in his arms for the first, and definitely not last time.

Changbin:

Changbin was coming home from tour, and you hadn't seen each other for over a month.

His mood was already sour because his flights continuously got delayed. He was supposed to be home hours ago, but luck was not on his side.

All he wanted was to see you, to hold you, to kiss you, to be with you.

By the time they got back to the dorm, he was sure he would have to wait until tomorrow to see you since it was already so late in the night.

Entering into his bedroom, he came to a halt when he saw the best thing in the world.

His eyes grazed over your figure as you slept on his bed. Your phone was lying half-way in your palm, his pillow curled underneath you. You were wearing one of his shirts, and dead-asleep.

Changbin set down his bags, repressing the guttural sound that threatened to escape at the sight of you. The cuteness aggression he was feeling was almost overwhelming as he crouched down beside the bed and stared at your slumbering face.

Unable to resist, he reached towards your face and gently poked your cheek, causing your eyes to shoot open. He felt guilty, but it faded quickly as your sleepy face quickly became more animated as you set eyes on Changbin.

You grinned as you suddenly leapt forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you were now hanging half-way on the bed, your other half in his arms.

He giggled as he held you, all of the stress of his trip back home fading as he finally held you in his arms.

He squeezed you with a groan, "God I missed you."

You mumbled into his shoulder, "I missed you too. You're not allowed to leave again."

Standing up, he laid you on the bed on your back as he leaned over you. "Okay. I wont leave."

He caressed your cheek as he noticed your still tired eyes. "It's late let's sleep, okay? We'll talk more tomorrow."

You nodded with a soft smile before climbing under the sheets and waiting for him. You almost drifted back off before he climbed into the bed himself. Wrapping you in his arms he held you close.

"Thank you for waiting here for me."

Cuddling yourself as close as you could, you breathed in his scent, feeling yourself drifting back to sleep as you mumbled. "I missed you too much to leave."

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin often hung out in silence.

Both of you drawing, writing, playing games on your phone, listening to music, etc. Just finding comfort in each others company

There was an unspoken feeling between you that neither of you acted on, always afraid it would ruin your friendship.

So you just spent as much time together as you could, each hoping the other silently new how you both felt.

One evening when Hyunjin was engrossed in a sketch, he hadn't noticed you had gone completely still.

Eventually turning to you to ask about his sketch, he froze as he found you slumbering on the bed.

He stared at you for a few moments, admiring you as his heart ached with the feelings he had been repressing.

Flipping the page of his sketch book, he turned to face you, quickly outlining your figure on paper. He could take a photo of you in your peaceful sleep, but it felt more...intimate, to draw you.

His hands moved swiftly as he sketched, feeling more inspiration than he had in a while. He smiled to himself, realizing that he often drew or painted more when you were around.

Eventually, you found yourself waking up, eyes fluttering open. You saw Hyunjin sitting in front of you, sketching in his book.

You smiled at the sight, the soft smile on his face as he was engrossed in his art.

"What are you drawing?"

Hyunjin's eyes shot up, seeing you staring at him with a soft, tired gaze. He grinned as he continued to sketch. "I'll show you when I'm done."

You nodded softly as your eyes drifted closed again. You didn't fall back asleep, but you lied still, listening to the scribbling of his pencil on paper. Smiling at the occasional hum or annoyed grunt that escaped him.

After a while Hyunjin sighed happily, "Finished."

Opening your eyes, you sat up, stretching as you faced him. Reaching out your hands you motioned your fingers for him to pass it over. "Let me see."

Nervously, Hyunjin gave you the sketchbook. Seeing the way your eyes lit up in surprise as you saw your own sleeping figure on the paper.

You let out a soft chuckle, "You drew me?"

He nodded, "How could I not, you were so cute and peaceful."

You giggled softly, feeling your neck and cheeks grow warm. Seeing something written under his signature at the bottom you felt your heart skip a beat.

"My Muse?"

Looking up you met his gaze as he looked at you softly before nodding. "You are. You always have been."

You bit the inside of your lip as you stared at the words. From your peripheral, you saw Hyunjin lean closer. You assumed he was looking at the picture. Freezing as you looked up, you met his eyes as he stared at you, his face only an inch from yours.

Your voice came out in a whisper. "What are you doing?"

He smiled softly as his eyes glanced to your lips briefly. "Just taking a closer look. Can I draw you more often?"

Nodding mutely, his smile widened as he took the sketchbook from your hands, but kept his eyes locked with yours. Leaning in, he pressed a quick, almost hesitate kiss to your lips.

Your eyes widened a bit as he pulled away. You didn't speak or pull away, so Hyunjin did it again. And then again, before you pulled away with a giggle you couldn't contain.

Hyunjin grinned as he scooted closer to you, this time placing his hands on your face. He pressed the tip of his nose to yours as he stared at you. He caressed your cheek with his thumb before he kissed you again, and as you kissed him back, he deepened the kiss.

When he pulled away he let out an excited noise that made you laugh as he pushed you back onto the bed and lied beside you. You stared at each other for a few moments in silence as he gently held your hands.

"Stay with me?"

You nodded softly as he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. Lying in silence together for a while, your pounding hearts eventually calmed as you fell asleep in each other's arms.

xx End xx

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[starsha-k-luna]

Yes!!!!!

I want to see Tiny John Dory try & scare all of the Snack Pack!

Tiny! Dory probably should have tried to scare someone else...

At least Smidge apologized.

Should I continue with more Snack Pack interactions? I'm thinking of trying my hand at some of the other tribes. Trying to gauge how they might react to the smol guy.

@super-secret-agent-of-sin

[forlix]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・0.6k / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・lee know x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship. lazy kisses & mutual obsession. / 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲・for my @rachalixie: you've done well today (♡´ ˘ `)⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

𝟭𝟴:𝟮𝟮 — There’s a certain novelty to experiencing something for the first time.

Sure, the magic lives on as your love for the thing grows, but no sensation will quite beat out the first time the opening riff of your favorite song hits your ears, the flavor of your favorite fruit splashing onto your tongue, the climax of your favorite film rendering you a sobbing mess in a public theater.

But you walk into your room one Saturday afternoon to glance at the man lying face-up on the bed you share, scrolling absentmindedly with a mackerel tabby curled into his side. Cordate, coral lips that you know by now feel like satin and taste like home, catlike eyes framed by thick lashes that could run makeup conglomerates into ruin; perfect, prim nose and chiseled, angular jaw, strong and sharp enough to draw blood should you run your finger along the pretty perimeters.

You clamber onto the mattress as delicately as you can. Not delicately enough, by Dori’s standards. The cat tosses you a disgruntled look before landing noiselessly onto the hardwood, departing from the room in search of his less disruptive siblings.

Moments later, Minho’s phone is face-down somewhere out of reach; you are straddling his waist and leaning over him, your hands cradling his face so tenderly they’re barely there. You come close enough for wisps of your hair to catch onto the delicate curves of his lashes, for the tip of your nose to bump against his like a greeting from a butterfly.

His soft laugh puffs against the seam of your lips like a breath of your own. “What’s the matter with you?”

He threw the curtains aside and cracked the windows open earlier, letting into the room a shower of late-afternoon sun. It now dyes his skin a dewy caramel, lightens his eyes to pools of molten amber. For some time, you are unable to respond, enraptured by all the wonder that he holds. 

Eventually, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, dip down, rid of the distance between you with a soft seal of your mouth his. He doesn’t move until he’s overcome his surprise, but then he brings one hand to your waist, slipping beneath the sheer fabric of your top to press your hips down onto his, and wraps the other around the base of your neck, the pad of his thumb settling over your jugular like a gossamer wing.

You sigh in pleasure and part your lips; he pursues this opening with a fervor, pliant tongue keeping your mouth ajar, head tilting to one side to better savor you, your teeth knocking and limbs entwining in this passionate fray.

By the time you come up for air, the world around you has changed. You’re underneath him now, his hands positioned on either side of your head. His eyes are no longer amber but obsidian, his mouth ravaged and raw in the aftermath of colliding time and time again with yours. The sun has largely vanished beneath the skyline.

You collect yourself just enough to procure an answer to his question.

“Every time I look at you feels like the first,” you whisper.

Minho doesn’t blink, doesn’t breathe in spite of how you’d just kissed the air straight from his lungs, doesn’t believe his ears. For that is the exact way he feels about you, always has been and always will, though you have always been the one to first verbalize the feelings that he doesn’t have the words for.

For some time, he is unable to respond, enraptured by all the wonder that you hold.

Eventually, he combs a hand through his hair, dips down, rids of the distance between you with a hard crash of his mouth upon yours, and there the two of you will remain until it’s no longer light from the sun that sets your room aglow, but that of the moon and a hundred thousand stars.

© 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐱 (est. 090323) · liked this work? please consider reblogging, commenting, or sending me an ask to let me know; or, read my other writing here. thanks so much for the support ♡

[thumbalina-von-doom]

The Virgin Sun

“I've been around so long, I knew Doris Day before she was a virgin” - Groucho Marx