#collage of the holly cross

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Green rtc photos? You already did blue/purple, so i wanted to ask if you can do green too :3

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here you go!!!

COLLEGE OF THE HOLY CROSS

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This year, we were thrilled to see María Berrío’s work at the ICA Boston. Berrío (born 1982) crafts her large-scale collage paintings through a unique, meticulous process of collaging torn pieces of Japanese paper with watercolor to create riveting, magical scenes. Some of the images in this post are from her exhibit at the ICA Boston.

Born in Bogotá, Columbia, María Berrío is a visual artist working in Brooklyn, New York. She grew up between a house in Bogotá and a farm in the Colombian countryside. Berrío came to the United States at the age eighteen to attend Parsons School of Design for her BFA, later completing her MFA at the School of Visual Arts in Manhattan in 2007.

Berrío’s large-scale works reflect on cross-cultural connections and global migration, often highlighting  women and children. She draws inspiration from her childhood memories and South American cultural roots and landscapes.

“Much of Berrío’s work centers on the themes of women’s resilience, immigration, and climate awareness. Elegantly intertwining these three concepts throughout her art, Berrío delves into the complexities of womanhood by showing the struggles, triumphs, and challenges that women face both in private spaces and in nature. Women and children are her primary subjects, and her own personal relationships with the environment and the landscape help shape her artistic approach.” (p.109, “María Berrío: Constructing a Community of Courageous Women through Collage”)

Image 1: Ozymandias, 2022 at ICA Boston

Image 2: Under Thatch and Autumn Star, 2022 at ICA Boston

Image 3: The Conference of the Sparrows, 2023 at ICA Boston

Image 4: María Berrío in her Brooklyn studio, NY (from “We are here: visionaries of color transforming the art world”)

María Berrío: Constructing a Community of Courageous Women through Collage Cushman, Emily COLLEGE PK: Feminist Studies, Inc Feminist studies, 2022, Vol.48 (1), p.108-132

We are here : visionaries of color transforming the art world Hernandez, Jasmin [(author, interviewer)] New York: Abrams, 2021. English 2021 HOLLIS number: 99155702467103941

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, December 4

CORDELIA: Please! I don't have anyone else to turn to! (Giles gets up and offers her a chair.) GILES: Please. Sit down. CORDELIA: Okay. Thanks. GILES: You know, I... I don't recall ever seeing you here before. CORDELIA: Oh, no, I have a life.

~~Out of Mind, Out of Sight~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

BtVS Double Drabble: Gone Fishing by badly_knitted (Buffy, Xander, PG)

Cutting the Strings by eevol76vamp (Xander/Dawn, T)

The Pain of Another by xaeyrnofnbe (Angel, Cordelia, Doyle, G)

Spur of the Moment by michkatjane (Angel/Spike, T)

i'm on my knees (what more could you ask for?) by properlyirregular (Cordelia/Doyle, T)

Delivery Boy of the Undead by coulduseprozac (Willow/Bruce Wayne, Batman xover, Not Rated)

Chemical Overreaction by MadeInGold (Buffy/Maggie Walsh, M)

A Hopeless Kind Of Devotion by Fishy_my_Wishy (Buffy/Faith, T)

with you still by [author revealed to be] evesock (Angel/Angelus, E)

projecting by [author revealed to be] TechnicolorRevel (Buffy/Faith, T)

One Of His Better Days by Greywizard (Buffy, Scoobies, Faith, FR15)

Strange. Just Strange. by Chelle (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Slayer's Blood by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, R)

Unwanted Gift by veronyxk84 (Buffy/William Pratt, T)

[Chaptered Fiction]

And we know it's never simple, Never easy. - ch. 1 by Cumultus9 (Faith, Tara, Buffy/Faith, Willow/Tara, T)

Ripples - ch. 1 /27 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, T)

Ripples - ch. 1 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Stories of True Love in Capeside - ch. 5 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Science of Being Yours - ch. 12 by Maxine Eden, ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Masquerade - ch. 6 by Holly (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Watcher - ch. 35 by In Mortal (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Whiplash - ch. 14 by Ninereeds (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Lucidity - ch. 11 by Soulburnt (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Alexander Spencer - ch. 3 by calikocat (Xander, Psych and Teen Wolf xover, FR21)

Dawn Rising - ch. 80 by Luna (Buffy, LOTR xover, FR15)

The Science of Being Yours - ch. 1-4 by Maxine Eden, ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Ripples - ch.1 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Poetry Professor - ch. 8 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Watcher - ch. 35 by In Mortal (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: buffy railing faith by evesock (Buffy/Faith, rated E, NSFW)

Artwork: cat!spuffy doodles (cat Buffy, cat Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: #duality (insp) BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997 - 2003) by andremichaux (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Gifset: Tag yourself: Tara Maclay edition (insp.) by whatisyourchildhoodtrauma (Tara, worksafe)

Gifset: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER ➤ Timestamp Roulette 7x20 | Touched by clarkgriffon (Faith, Scoobies, Buffy, Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: Wes & Lilah | Angel [1999 - 2004] Requested by Anonymous by sulietsexual (Wesley/Lilah, mild NSFW)

Gifset: iwryfanficmarathon’s 20th anniversary bangel + locations ↳ angel’s apartment (sunnydale + los angeles) by ptieuca (Buffy/Angel, mild NSFW)

Collage: #254 Hozier - Work Song by thedecadentraven (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Collage: #255 by thedecadentraven (Spike, worksafe)

Collage: anya collage by slut-jpeg (Anya, worksafe)

Edit: richard siken, litany in which certain things are crossed out by dogmetaphors (Spike/Drusilla, Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Edit: “Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes.” - Spike by tifa-and-rinoa (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: THE HARSH LIGHT OF DAY you love that tunnel more than me. i love syphilis more than you. by detectivedawnsummers (Spike, ensemble, worksafe)

Gifset: Come on, Slayer. What are you afraid of? How 'bout being buried alive? BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | 1.10 // 6.02 by andremichaux (Buffy, worksafe)

Gifset: 7x01 Lessons by magicgilmore (Wood, Buffy, Dawn, Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: ANGEL THE SERIES | 2.13 & 3.01 #Protect Angel from his found family by cangelgifs (Lorne, Angel, Cordelia, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Season 1 recap Overall very deeply charmed by the whole thing... by zestyjesty

[rewatch notes for Goodbye Iowa, This Year's Girl and Who are You?] by mothmans-wedding-photographer

PODCAST: Episode 83: Superstar (w/ Chelsea Jensen) by Gym Was Cancelled: A Buffy Podcast

[Recs & In Search Of]

ISO: mistystarshine seeks ideas for one-shots [prompts already included]

Recs: Hex0ff recs ASH [Giles] in Bleak Expectations [radio series]

ISO: Damarrgen is Seeking an Episode [with Giles]

ISO: veganbethb seeks more analytical Podcasts

[Fandom Discussions]

What If: There was no deal? [and Drusilla was there for the fight between Angelus and Buffy] by nightshade and NotASlayer

POLL: which ATS early trio dynamic was better? by xaeyrnofnbe

i'm back on my anti sprusilla soapbox... by selkiemaidenfae

... I will always love 07x05 Selfless because it gives us so many good moments with Anya... by faithandbuffy

Would Willow have been able to keep up her “sobriety”? by cheesecake611

Am I wrong, or is season 4 the only season where Buffy doesn’t cry? by quoththeraven1990

Christophe Becks Departure [composer] by Sovereign_Prince

Something that bothers me about “Surprise” [Drusilla] by zesty_pete

Was Riley too emotionally conservative or immature for Buffy? by No_Introduction_4136

My head-canon for how the Faith spin-off could have gone is pretty much a one for one with Supernatural. by Deanbledblue

Unpopular character opinion; I can’t Stand Anya by Middle-Tower-9136

If they had called Buffy [in ATS S4] instead of Faith, would she also be willing to inject herself with a drug in order to save him? by brwitch

One of my all-time FAVORITE one-liners from my man, Oz [and also Oz and philosophy] by Jdobbs626

The other Giles? [Nikki Wood and her watcher] by No_Introduction_4136

Giles and magic in final battle by pohtatehoe

Angel, *Lineage* (S5, E7) by 4everspike

Zine: I'd Never Seen BTVS until I watched 5x07 [Fool for Love] 10 times in 17 hours [guesses and analysis] by jess eggy

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Omg 300+ bracelets!! That's awesome - good luck! I made about 50 for my first show and am planning to do some for my various concerts next year. I would definitely enjoy seeing bracelet photos if you want to share (no pressure if you don't!). And it's fun hearing about the bujo stuff! I'm bujo adjacent - both my best friends do bujo and I love seeing their spreads, but I've never done it myself. What types of inspiration do you use for your bujo and embroidery?

I'm kind of chaotic with crafting like I start a lot of stuff but only finish a few things haha. I'm also coming off of being in grad school for a few years where I didn't craft at all so I'm trying to get back into it. I mainly collage and make bracelets for shows lately and I'm trying to practice painting too. In the past I knit for a few years but idk if it's for me.

i'm thinking of making bracelets for holly & olivia! i'm also going to fall out boy in march, but i don't think i'll be making bracelets for it (i also don't know their stuff very well — like, at all, but a friend wanted to go and i'm always down for concerts + to learn music before i go)!! and then obviously, i've got eras!!! i don't have any recent photos of bracelets, but here and here are some i've posted before !!

i got into bujo because one of my friends was like "oh i'm thinking of starting a bullet journal" and then i got super super super into it for like three years, and then quit in 2020 because well, you know. and then migrated to notion, but have been toying with the idea of returning to bullet journaling/junk journaling/something that combines the two! i really love doing either specific themes with my bullet journal (i.e. i did some bookish themed spreads back in 2019, like red, white & royal blue the week i met casey mcquiston in portland, or musical themed ones — i definitely had an anastasia spread, a waitress spread, etc. depending on what i was currently into / what events were going on in my life at that moment!, definitely a few taylor spreads too!). i also started doing more scrapbook-y styled bullet journal/junk journaling, so saving receipts, etc!! i can dig an old bujo out and post photos for you if you're interested!! and with embroidery, i tend to get kits from etsy! usually something floral, but at some point i want to work on more lettering-y things!! i did cross stitch as a kid, and all the embroidery stuff is self-taught!

a lot of my crafty stuff is a result of being done with grad school (graduated in 2019) and then being in a terrible work environment for a year after → when we started quarantining i realized i didn't really have ... hobbies! i did not know what to do with myself except for read and work and then after a while i realized that was not sustainable and i had to do something else! grad school really sucked a lot out of me, and i think it does the same for a lot of people, unfortunately. i hope you're able to get back into crafting more soon 🤍

i used to paint a lot when i was younger, but haven't in years but i've been thinking of experimenting with painting again — i also really want to go to a local ceramic painting place soon (once i'm no longer suffering from the plague), i used to go to one near school but haven't gone in ages! it's really cool that you used to knit; i've always wanted to learn how to knit! how did you get into knitting + collaging? 🤍

[mcalhenwrites]

A bit early, but making a list of positive stuff this year. 2022 was a huge mess, but... - I finished writing, editing, and posting Rascal! - I took many steps away from hating myself and found that I'm beginning to love my writing style? I'm proud of how hard I've worked to get here, and I now unapologetically would say my writing is fantastic. - I read over 100 books this year. Some of them re-reads, a good half of it comics, but... What a fun year. I'm excited to check out more books next year. I already have a new pile building.

- There's something amazing I can't talk about that's writing-related, but know that it feels really good. - I've been reconsidering crochet again, because I want to finish my dragons and make more. - I got some blorbo charms and buttons and prints and such this year, so now Jude and Strelitzia are everywhere. - Had some fun visits this year from various loved ones in my life. - I got to check out some really incredible indie games! - I made my Rascal cross-stitch. - I've written hundreds of thousands of words this year alone. - I took some amazing walks along gorgeous trails. I'm hoping to check out a few locations when the weather is warmer and I don't just walk 10 min - 20 min before hurrying back home to the heater LOL - My friend Cove helped me set up a wonderful collage of my precious Holly. When she died, I couldn't afford to have her ashes. It was one of the most miserable situations. She passed away last year, but it's nice to have some memorial of her finally:

[aion-rsa]

Harlots: A Witty Blend of History and Fiction

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Like all the best TV opening titles, Harlots’ comical, brazen credits sequence announces its personality in miniature. A collage-style animation set to modern music, it shows cut-out characters from William Hogarth’s 18th-century painting series A Harlot’s Progress clustered around a giant, luridly colored female nude. They tuck into her crevices, canoodle on her mountainous behind, nestle between her buttocks, and peep out over the top of two plump hillock breasts. In the shadow between her thighs, female prisoners toil (just another day at the mine), and finally, she’s on her back, legs spread wide as the show’s title appears dead centre: Harlots. Come on in.

It’s a bold start that announces Harlots’ defiantly effervescent approach to a period and industry – sex work in the 18th century – that could in other hands be wall-to-wall syphilis and woe. It uses Hogarth’s instructive moralism (the six paintings of A Harlot’s Progress depict an innocent girl falling under the wicked spell of a city bawd, becoming a courtesan and a streetwalker, going to prison, and dying of the pox) for its own ends, wittily repurposing a historical cartoon as the entryway to a rich human drama. 

‘The whore’s eye view’

“Everything from the whore’s eye view,” is the rule on Harlots, says producer Alison Owen. Nudity and sex acts are obviously central to the show’s premise, but it presents them from a new angle. Literally.

Having noted how often sex scenes on TV are filmed with the camera looking down on a supine woman, Harlots wanted to show things differently, co-creator Moira Buffini told The Frame. Key to that approach was the use of female directors, led by head director Coky Giedroyc.

“We knew right from the word go that this would really work seen from a female gaze,” says Buffini. Unlike elsewhere on TV, Harlots’ brothel scenes wouldn’t offer titillation; they would show a workplace at work. 

After the first and second seasons went out, co-creator Alison Newman was delighted with positive feedback received from viewers in the sex industry who said they recognized their own working lives and experiences on screen. Harlots is set two and a half centuries ago, but its themes are timeless.

Buffini has described the role of sex in Harlots as the same role played by violence in The Sopranos – it’s the characters’ job, which is what makes them unusual, but not what makes them interesting. Just as The Wire’s focus on the drug trade widened to explore its impact on politics, education, and the press, Harlots’ focus on the sex trade widens to explore justice, religion, the aristocracy, and, at the root of it all, money.

‘The only safety is in money’

That’s the mantra of Margaret Wells, former harlot, now a bawd who runs her own “Disorderly House.” Played by Samantha Morton, she’s mother to celebrated courtesan Charlotte (Jessica Findlay Brown) and her beloved new-to-the-game Lucy (Eloise Smyth). Despite a backstory as terrible as they come, Margaret has emerged a fighter with a keen sense of how to survive in a world where even aristocratic women have little economic power. 

Economics is Harlots’ real subject, says Buffini. The sale and purchase of sex, its fluctuating value (virginity, real or fabricated could be auctioned off to aristocrats for £50 – closer to £1000 in today’s money – while others made shillings standing up in alleyways) and the short lifespan of those who sold it isn’t just a backdrop to these characters’ lives, it’s the fabric of them.  

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Keenly aware of what her girls are up against in 18th century London, Margaret teaches that “money is a woman’s only power in this world,” and only lasting wealth can make them free. It’s a shrewd perspective from a strategic thinker. Margaret Wells is certainly no hero, but her resolve and gumption make her fascinating to watch.

Equally fascinating is Lydia Quigley, played by Lesley Manville. The owner of an exclusive and fashionable brothel, Quigley is a monster shaped by her own abusive start in life. A sadist and kidnapper who profits from feeding corrupt appetites, she’s a villain. And yet … Manville makes her human, and between them, she and Morton make the Quigley/Wells rivalry darkly layered and involving.

Elsewhere, Holli Dempsey is vibrant and thrillingly unpredictable as the headstrong Emily Lacey. Findlay-Brown is captivating as Charlotte. Dorothy Atkinson, Dougie McMeekin, Bronwyn James, Hugh Skinner… It’s a strong cast, packed with entertaining characters each on journeys of their own.

The Covent Garden Ladies

Harlots doesn’t feature real historical characters, but its ensemble is drawn from a variety of real-world sources. When Buffini and Newman began to research the period, a starting point was historian Hallie Rubenhold’s 2005 book, The Covent Garden Ladies: The Extraordinary Story of Harris’s List. The list in question was an annual directory/review compendium of London’s brothel workers that’s been described as the equivalent of an 18th-century Yelp for the sex trade. Among its entries is courtesan Charlotte Hayes, who, along with the infamous Kitty Fisher, provided inspiration for the character of Charlotte Wells.

The Old Bailey trial records provided another source of real-life cases tried against bawds and sex workers – like Ann Duck, the inspiration for Violet Cross (Rosalind Eleazar). Merely touching on real-world inspirations leaves Harlots free to rewrite history to suit the needs of the story, and not to slavishly follow a prepared path for any of its characters. 

Buffini and co. found a paucity of surviving 18th-century writing by women in the industry, so were forced to make several leaps of the imagination while planning the series. The autobiography of sex shop owner Teresia Philips offered some help. Lydia Quigley’s real-world counterpart – Elizabeth Needham – who was notorious enough to feature as a caricature in the Hogarth paintings used in Harlots’ opening credits (she’s the woman luring the freshly arrived innocent to her sordid doom) offered a little more. The inspirations that fed into the characters of Nancy Birch, Harriet Lennox, and Mary Cooper are all discussed in this excellent and detailed article by historian and Whores of Yore curator Dr. Kate Lister. 

‘The flip-side of the Jane Austen novel’

It wasn’t only real life that provided inspiration for Harlots, but also the literature of the age. In this interview, Buffini explains that the character of Anne Pettifer, a young woman in Quigley’s employ, was inspired by one of Jane Austen’s creations. “Our idea for Anne Pettifer was that she’s Lydia Bennet,” explained Buffini. 

In Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, the Bennet family experiences a scandal that, if not resolved, would stop all four of Lydia’s sisters from marrying well. 15-year-old Lydia runs away to London with an older man who has no intention of marrying her until he’s paid to do so by a wealthy benefactor.

“What would have happened to Lydia Bennet without a shadow of a doubt (if she hadn’t been rescued) is that she would have ended up in a house like Mrs. Quigley’s,” Buffini said. “Our drama is about the Lydia Bennets of this world, who don’t get rescued by men, and the girls who have even fewer economic choices than Lydia Bennet.”

‘Dancing on the edge of an abyss’

If that makes Harlots sound bleak, it isn’t. Yes, its historical period was a desperate time for many. Its characters face unmentionable hardships and almost perpetual existential threats – from the law, from poverty and disease, from their “culls,” and from each other – but this isn’t a drama mired in woe or pity. It’s about survival. Its world, just like ours (because in many ways, it still is ours), is awful and funny, terrible and warm, sad and joyful at the same time. 

That combination, pitched somewhere between high drama and comedy, is part of what made Harlots a peculiar sell. As Buffini explained to The Frame, the channels they took it to before landing on US streaming service Hulu struggled to grasp its tone. They didn’t understand the role of humor and wit in hardship. After three series, Hulu cancelled the show, after which point the BBC bought the UK airing rights.

“We think it’s about women who are dancing on the edge of an abyss,” Buffini said, “But they are dancing on the edge of an abyss. Right from the word go, we thought that we would show them dancing.”  

Harlots series one arrives on BBC Two on Wednesday the 5th of August at 9pm with a double-bill

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"Darlin' Girl"

One Shot

Negan x Reader

Word Count: 1760

Summary: He's the kinda man they warned you about....

A/N: had to repost this as Tumblr decided to censor the original post. *siiiigh* not sure if it was due to the title name (Damn Girl and can be found as such on my Ao3) or the collage I made so... Fingers crossed!! (Sorry tumblr gods for being a heathen)

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And Then I Met You

Part 13

What happens when the one you thought you were meant for turns out to be meant for someone else? 

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Part 13

"Hmm. It is good to be back here." Amanda hefted one of her bags and paused when Thomas stopped her.

He pulled her to him and slipped the heavy bag off her shoulder. He cupped her face and kissed her. Her hands moved over his chest while his moved down her back. He lifted his head and looked around his home. "I'm glad you like it here."

Her grin was mischevious. "I think what made me love it so much was the owner. Have you seen him by chance?"

A smile flirted about his lips. "He's most likely busy with his wife. I'm afraid you are stuck with me."

She linked her fingers behind his head. "I suppose I can live with that." She let out a laugh when he picked her up. "Thomas! Put me down!"

He looked at her and shook his head. "I never carried you over the threshold."

She tightened her arms around his neck. "Probably because I lived here before we really knew each other. There isn't a threshold here left to cross."

"True, but there is one place you never entered." He walked upstairs and opened the door to his bedroom. He set her down and watched her go around, taking in all the little details. Her mouth fell open at a picture frame on the wall.

"Thomas! Where did this come from?"

A collage of the two of them was in a decorative metal frame. There was a picture of them when they attended the AFI ceremony. It was a closeup of the two of them looking at each other and smiling on their first night out together. Another picture was at his surprise party. The expression on his face as he looked down at her laughing was one of pure adoration. Holly or Addison had even snapped a black and white photo of the pair working together on the screenplay in his office. In that one, Thomas was talking and Amanda had her head propped on her hand while looking at him with a soft, dreamy grin.

The rest were of their honeymoon in Paris. One was of them taken from behind walking hand in hand. Another was the night Monica had offered to be her husband's mistress. Someone had captured the kiss Thomas had given her outside when he reiterated his feelings. The final one was their last night in Paris. It was a picture of them kissing at the Eiffel Tower right after Thomas surprised her with their wedding rings.

He came up behind her and slipped his arms around her. "Holly and Addison surprised me with this. They thought this would be a better wedding present than anything else. Holly contacted various reporters and paprazzi while Addison met with others to choose the best of their photos."

"This is amazing. I had no idea all these special moments with you had been captured." She leaned her head against his shoulder as he pulled her closer. "They say pictures don't lie. I believe these show how I was falling for you early on."

Thomas pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I don't believe I have ever been captured on film as happy as I am in these with you."

If melting were possible, she was certain she would at his sweet words. Amanda noticed an album sitting on a table. "What's in there?"

He furrowed his brow and reached for it. "Ah. This must be the pictures they wanted but didn't quite make the cut for the frame." They sat down on the bed and looked at their moments captured, recalling the memories.

"I guess we should go back downstairs and get the bags." She set the album back on the table. As she walked by him he took her hand and tugged her back onto the bed. Her smile grew as he kissed her.

"I believe we need to focus on something else." He said in a raspy voice.

"And what might that be?" She ran her fingers through his hair while moving closer to him.

He looked down at her. "I--", he rolled over and pulled his cell phone out and frowned while he debated on answering it.

"Who is it?" Amanda asked when she saw his hesitancy.

"Lauren Benefield." He hit ignore and turned back to Amanda. "Now, Lady Hunt. Let me share a dream I had about you in this b--".

They both looked at his phone vibrating. "Go ahead and answer it." Amanda muttered as her lips explored his neck.

Thomas ignored the call. "I've made plans this evening that involve being with my wife in this very room." He gently smoothed her hair off her forehead. "Ms. Benefield can wait."

When his phone vibrated a third time, he nearly threw it across the room. Amanda snatched it from his hand when he began searching for a place to toss it. "Let's turn it off." She noticed that this time there was a text message. "Thomas, she apologizes for disturbing you but she is only calling to change the meeting's time."

He softly cursed and called her. He settled against the bed pillows with Amanda. His fingers traced circles along her back as she rested her head on his chest.

"Mr. Hunt! I am so sorry for the calls, but I am afraid tomorrow's meeting will need to be canceled. A family emergency occurred and I will need to meet with my nephew's teachers tomorrow. Is there any possibility we could meet tonight? I would suggest tomorrow night, but I do not know how long I will be in conferences." Lauren checked her reflection as she spoke, turning sideways to make sure her sweater showed off her chest to its full advantage.

Thomas frowned as he looked down at Amanda curled up next to him. "I'm afraid I have plans that can't be broken tonight. Why don't we plan on meeting the day after tomorrow?"

Lauren's eyes narrowed while her voice was sweet and understanding. "I suppose we will have to see. Tonight was the one time I could guarantee that no other pressing matter would occur."

Amanda whispered for him to go on if he needed to. "I promise to remain here, waiting." He met her eyes and nearly groaned. "Very well. My wife is willing to alter our plans. What time should I come by?"

"How sweet! Tell her thank you and I will try to make it up to her. Would eight thirty work for you?"

Thomas glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "One hour? I will need a little more time than that to make it to the city. I should be there around nine."

Lauren flipped her golden brown hair over shoulder. "Thank you again. See you soon."

Thomas ended the call, his frown becoming more severe. He had some difficulty believing she could meet at no other time. Was this a test to see if he would play her little games? Perhaps he had misread her reasons for calling. He should give her a chance instead of being suspicious. His mind moved on to more pleasant thoughts when Amanda straddled him. She leaned down and gave a series of mind numbing kisses. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"That is to make sure you rush back to me." She whispered against his lips

He lovingly cupped her face and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "You never have to worry about that." He reluctantly got up and made himself ready. He brought their luggage upstairs and kissed her goodbye.

As he was driving, he called Holly.

"Hey boss. Everything okay?"

"Yes. I am on my way to Ms. Benefield's and realized I forgot the screenplay. Would you forward a copy?"

Holly could not hide her worry. "I thought we were meeting with her tomorrow."

"She has a family emergency to take care of tomorrow. This was the only time she was free to meet."

"Thomas, stop by and pick me up. I don't think you should go on your own."

He frowned as he waited at a stop light. "Holly, you live out of the way. I am only going to stay a short time."

"I think my presence would help in making that actually happen." She took a deep breath and spoke. "I don't think you ever met Troy, did you?"

His eyes narrowed with her question. "Troy? I don't believe so. Was that producer you dated a few years ago?"

Holly doodled on a note pad as she fought her tears. "Yes. Everything was going great until he was producing a movie with Lauren in the supportive role. By the time she was through with him, she had gained the staring role and ruined our relationship. I don't want to see you get sucked into her web."

Thomas merged onto the interstate and thought of her warning. "I won't. Like I said before, if I see that she is going to be a troublemaker, then I will find someone else. For now, I think she is the right one to bring Elizabeth to life."

Holly fought snapping at him. He was tenacious when it came to the vision he had for his movies. "We could always hold auditions. Who knows? We might find someone that would make Lauren look like a second rate bit player."

Thomas held fast to his plan. "We will see. I'll get an impression of her tonight and see if I think we should follow with that suggestion."

"At least let me call in an hour so that you can escape her clutches." Holly pleaded.

Thomas hesistated. "Very well. I should be at her home in thirty minutes. Call an hour from then."

"Will do. Thomas?"

"Yes?"

"Please don't fall for her tricks."

"No need to be overly dramatic."

"I'm not." She hung up and stared out her window. She had a gut feeling that he was beginning to walk a tight rope. All it took was one false step with Lauren and his marriage would come crashing down.

Thomas pulled into the drive of a sprawling mansion in a neighborhood where many of the Hollywood elite resided. He picked up his notes and checked his phone for the screenplay.

Lauren opened the door and smiled. "Mr. Hunt, do come in."

He nodded in greeting. "Ms. Benefield."

She smiled and let out a soft laugh. "Please, call me Lauren." She led him into her living room and offered him something to drink. He shook his head and launched into his speech concerning the nature of her part and his vision for the film.

"Amanda and I will be returning to Cordonia in two weeks. The plan is to begin filming in a month. Do you believe you will be free to travel there for filming by then?"

She pretended to think seriously about it. "I'm not sure. I believe it should not be a problem. I usually try and spend time within the culture or study the type of person that I am to emulate. Would it be possible for me to come a week or two earlier to gain that extra layer?"

"If you do, you would be your own. I will be taking part of the court events." He explained.

Her bright smile appeared. "That's right! I forgot your wife is a duchess." Her brown eyes slowly clouded with worry. "It is a shame I can't attend a few of those to see how a duchess acts. It is hard to imagine such a way of life after growing up in Mississippi."

"I am sure my wife would be more than happy to answer your questions."

"Oh, I'm sure she would. I have heard many say how nice she is. They also say she doesn't act like how one would think a noble normally would. With this kind of part, I might need to see someone who is a tad more old-fashioned in their mannerisms and dealing with the so called commoners."

She got up to pour herself a drink and asked him again if he wanted anything. He refused again and asked if she was accepting the part.

A small pout formed as she thought of her decision. "Would it be alright if I have a few days with the script and think about it?"

"Of course." He forwarded it to her email and stood up to leave after seeing Holly's missed call. He had forgotten to turn the ringer up.

"I had a few other questions, but I understand if you need to go. I suppose I will be able to decide on whether or not I want to do this with what you have told me."

His dark eyes studied her a moment as a slight frown formed. "What type of questions did you have?"

"Mostly about my character. Her personality, what aspects you want shown with Arthur and Reginald, what type of dances and activities I need to learn, things like that." Her face was all innocence as she regarded him.

He slowly sat back down and began to answer her queries. Her smile grew in excitement. "So she is an ancestor of your wife's?"

"Yes. There are portraits of her along with journals she and Reginald kept."

"Fascinating. I wish I could read her journals. I would certainly know her mind then. Have you cast someone for Reginald yet?"

He nodded. "Chris Winters will be Reginald. Not only does he have similar features, his personality has a gentle side that is reminiscent of Reginald. He and Ryan will be the perfect opposites that your Elizabeth must decide between."

"Do I look like Elizabeth's portrait?" She said with a bashful grin.

"Not in the slightest. Elizabeth had black hair and light blue eyes."

She laughed at his direct answer. "Shall I be forced to color my hair and wear contacts?" She pulled her long hair over her shoulder and twirled a lock under the lamp light, letting the golden highlights shimmer. "As you can see, it is nowhere near that color and my eyes are much too dark."

"That can be easily decided later." He looked at his watch and stood up quickly. He was shocked to see that he had been with her for nearly three hours. "Think on the part. I need to return home."

"I will. Sorry if I ruined your plans tonight." She lifted remorseful eyes to him at her door. "I hope your wife doesn't get too angry with you. I imagine it is hard for those not familiar with our business to understand how easily time gets away when planning a film."

"Amanda is very understanding. She is the reason I came this evening." He defended.

"Oh? Good. I was worried she had been the one to keep you from answering my calls. I would have completely understood as I hate for my plans to be interrupted."

"Not at all. I'm the one who was trying to stick to my plans with her. Goodnight Ms. Benefield." He opened her door and walked outside.

"Mr. Hunt! I told you not to worry about being so formal. Lauren will do between us." Her smile was warm and friendly.

He hesitated a moment. "Very well, goodnight."

She coyly bit down on her lip. "Goodnight...Thomas." She shut the door as he continued on to his vehicle.

As soon as he pulled out of her drive, his phone rang. "Yes."

"Why didn't you pick up when I called?!" Holly demanded. "Please tell me you left then."

He cleared his throat. "No, she had some questions and I stayed longer."

"How much longer?" Holly could hear a car honking in the background. "You're just now leaving! I knew this would happen."

"Holly, the only thing she questioned was her part." He replied in an irritated tone.

"Uh huh. Well, I doubt she gets many of the men she does by suggesting they go ahead and begin an affair after the initial meeting." Holly snapped.

"Holly! That's enough. If she had remotely acted in such a manner I would have left immediately."

She let out a frustrated sigh. "You and Amanda are so happy that I can't stand the thought of that interloper trying to come between you and destroying what you have. Promise me you will take note anytime she brings Amanda up. Troy began accusing me of complaining about the time he was spending with her. Saying things like, 'you don't understand how important meetings and rehearsals are when making a movie."

"I will pay attention. Get some rest and stop worrying. I'm not about to jeopardize my life for an actress." He paused a minute. "Thank you, Holly, for checking on me."

She smiled. "Anytime. See you tomorrow boss. Addison has another costume she wants all our opinions on."

"Good. See you then." Once the call ended, he called Amanda and relaxed when he heard her voice. "I should be home in twenty minutes. I'm sorry the meeting took so long."

"That's okay. I know how easy it is for time can get away when talking about something you are passionate about. Did she accept the part? I know you were hoping she would."

"Not yet. She asked for time to look over it. Amanda? Would you mind talking to her about how a duchess' mannerisms and such are, if she accepts? Perhaps invite her to one of the court events, such as the one we host. Allow her to see how the nobility act."

"Of course. I would be glad to help."

He shook his head in wonder at her willingness to help him. "Thank you."

He could imagine her smile when she told him to remember to thank her in person. Thomas knew exactly how he would show his appreciation. The call ended and a short time later he was taken from his thoughts of what he would do as soon as he was home when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

Lauren had sent a text asking if he might be available tomorrow night to answer a few questions she had about the script, if she found herself done with her meetings early enough.

Part of him wanted to ignore the text completely. Another part wanted to inform her that there were to be no more calls or texts after daytime hours. He might still be making movies, but what he wanted to spend the majority of his time on had shifted exponetially since his marriage.

He wanted this movie to be what Amanda deserved. Her hard work on the screenplay was worthy of only the ones perfect for the part. Ryan and Chris already proved they were made for such roles. Elizabeth had to be played by the best actress he could obtain.

When he pulled into his garage, he quickly typed that he should be available if she had any questions or concerns.

Before he unlocked the door, she had sent another message.

Thank you for being so willing to help me. I want to not only understand the role, but make sure that I am the right one for the part. I am sure it has a special place in your heart since your wife wrote it. I don't want to disappoint you if I do take it. I believe if we work together on this, we will make something wonderful.

[argylemikewheeler]

Byler prompt: Mike and Richie are twins and for some reason Will is dating Richie but actually loves Mike and one day Mike (who also likes Will) pulls the Phoebe/Ursula trick and pretends to be Richie and Will just, comes and kisses him but then Mike feels guilty and stops only to have Will confess that he knew it was him and he and Richie had broken up weeks ago and it's all very fluffy and beautiful

The idea started when their mother mistook Mike for Richie as she rushed Holly off to daycare. Mike was standing at the table, getting his books together for school, when she kissed him on the cheek and said that she loved him, ending with the name of his twin brother instead of his own. The two of them were so different in terms of personality, Mike never considered ways in which he could physically pass for his brother. He didn’t think there would ever be a reason to do so until Will and Richie started becoming unbearable.

They were sweet, holding hands and always having quiet conversations when the group was together, but it always bothered him. Will had been his friend since kindergarten, not Richie’s. Richie only started hanging out with them the minute Will got a better haircut and finally hit a growth spurt in the eleventh grade. Richie thought with a different head entirely while Mike thought Will was always beautiful. He didn’t want to feel jealous or entitled, but whenever Richie talked about “his Will”, something in Mike wanted to fight back. So he did it in the only slimy, behind-his-back way he knew how; if he was going to pretend to be Richie, he’d have to start thinking like Richie.

He started planning it a week in advance; he slowly loosened the arms of Richie’s glasses making them sit wonky on his face and slowly pushing him towards wearing his contacts more frequently and leaving his glasses on his nightstand. Mike also introduced Richie to the addictive nature of the local arcade, encouraging him to go by leaving quarters on his dresser and placing them under seat cushions to “discover”. By Saturday afternoon, Richie was already in the arcade, squinting through his contacts at the flashing lights of the new pinball machine. Richie was away and Will was supposed to be over to meet him– but Richie was so focused on a high score it apparently slipped his mind completely. That and Mike might have convinced his brother it was Friday, making Will’s date “tomorrow”. Either way, Will was on his way to their house and Mike was busy tightening his brother’s glasses to sit correctly on his face.

“Jesus, Richie. You are fucking blind.” Mike muttered to himself, having to peer under the lenses to properly gauge how close everything was. The coke-bottle glasses were a massive oversight, literally, but Mike was committed. He already had Richie’s old clothes on and the glasses perched on his nose; answering the door with a smirk would complete the look and convince anyone. The doorbell rang as Mike stumbled down the stairs. “Coming! I’m coming!”

“That’s what you always say!” Will yelled back behind the door. Ew. Gross.

“Shut up and get in the house.” Mike said, yanking the door open. Will laughed and Mike figured he was getting things mostly correct. One sentence in and he was already perfect. It paid to be observant and hopelessly in love. “So what’s up, Will?”

“Nothing much. Just finished that thing with Jonathan I was telling you about.” Will said, shouldering his jacket off. Oh shit. Fuck fuck fuck.

“You tell me about a lot of things, Will. Remind me.” Mike said, taking Will’s coat from him and hanging it on the rack by the door.

“His photo collage? I told you like, three weeks ago!” Will exclaimed, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Oh, well, I really don’t remember it,” Mike said, trying to cover his ass. “But I’ll trust you.”

Will’s eyes stayed focused on Mike’s, trying to see them behind the thick fog in front of them. He looked away quickly. “Oh, well, I just had to help develop the photos. It took forever.”

“Taking up all of my time with you.” Mike said, knowing how quickly and disgusting sweet Richie got with Will. Actually, the fact he hadn’t said anything before Will got his coat off was probably a red flag. “He’s had you long enough.”

“I know. I know.” Will said, walking from the foyer to the kitchen. “So what is going on with you? You seem dressed up today.”

“What?” Mike said. Richie had literally worn the outfit on his body a week ago. He copied everything down to his socks.

“Your hair. It’s actually styled today.” Will placed a hand in Mike’s hair, tousling it teasingly before leaning against the counter across from Mike. His toes pressed against Mike’s, his comfort and ease making Mike start to feel his first pang of guilt; he was going straight to hell. Will thought he was his boyfriend, not his dorky twin brother.

“Eh, actually kind of just rolled out of bed.” He shrugged.

“That’s not what your hair looks like when you sleep, Richard.” Will laughed, lifting an eyebrow. Double gross. “Were you trying to style it today?”

“What? No!” Mike cried, shaking his head. “No I didn’t!”

“You did!” Will laughed, reaching out to grab “Richie”. “You were dressing up for me!”

“I wasn’t!” Mike tried to sound stern under his bubbling laughter. Will grabbed at his waist, tickling him. Mike squirmed as Will’s fingers curled around his hips, pulling him closer. He nearly pushed Will away, knowing that the closeness was under the understanding of a lie. “Will, wait.” Mike muttered. He tried to pull away but Will was stronger than Mike’s will to be away from him. Will pulled him forward again, Mike’s hands resting on Will’s shoulders to break his fall.

“Something wrong?” Will asked, looking at Mike’s wide and worried eyes. “You said your parents weren’t going to be home all day.”

“I know they aren’t.” Mike said. “It’s just… I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” Will asked, his hands slipping around his waist and clasping together on Mike’s lower back.

“I…” Mike started, biting his lip as his eyes slowly fell to Will’s. “I think I love you.” Fuck.

“You think?” Will laughed, cocking his head. “Well, I have to say, that’s new.” Will didn’t seem bothered by Mike’s confession– although his eyes searched Mike’s face slowly, dragging over him painfully slow. Even through the fog of Richie’s glasses, Mike could see Will’s eyes tracking his nervous twitching as he leaned closer.

Will kissed Mike first. It was slow, taking more than a moment to have their lips pressed fully against the other’s. A long enough time to allow Mike to push Will away, but he was frozen. This wasn’t in the plan. Yes, Will was supposed to accept Mike as Richie and just let Mike feel close to his best friend in the way he never admitted he wanted, but Will wasn’t supposed to kiss him– that was cheating and Will wouldn’t have even known. Mike ruined their relationship. What the hell had he done?

“Will, wait. Stop.” Mike pushed him away and stepped back. “You don’t understand– I’m not–”

“Mike, it’s okay.” Will said quietly, biting his lip.

“Did you just… You know?” Mike removed Richie’s glasses to finally see Will in perfect clarity, and it was the first he had in his whole life.

“I knew it the minute I walked in the door.” Will blushed, twisting his hands in front of him. “But, I figured it was how you were going to get through to me– and for me to get through to you.”

“Wait… what gave it away?” Mike asked, still trying to reprocess his guilt since Will knew it was him.

“You said you trusted me.” Will said, shrugging. “Richie always likes to be right. If he didn’t remember a conversation, we didn’t have it.”

“So this whole time… You just let me look like a dick?” Mike asked, crossing his arms. “Thanks.”

“Mike, Richie and I have been broken up for three weeks.” Will said. “If I didn’t know it was you, you had a better chance of getting me to kiss you if you were just Mike. You know, the boy I actually like.”

“You let me say that I loved you.”

“Sorry, but you said that all on your own, Mike.” Will suppressed his smile and laughed softly at Mike’s open mouth, trying to argue but knowing he was wrong. “You should say it again.” 

“Can I be myself this time?” Mike asked, stepping back up to Will and placing his hands on his chest again.

“Can I kiss you after you say it again?” Will asked, biting his lip. “Even if you only think you love me?”

“I think I would love to kiss you again.”

ao3

[arch1ve-0f-a-d3ad-ch0ir]

Any Oceans with glasses?

Her <3

[harvardfineartslib]

This artists’ book is based on a Wisconsin Telephone directory for Area Code 414 in February 1973. Do you remember telephone directories? The Yellow Pages? While a thing of the past, artist Christian Patterson brings telephone directories back to the present moment with his artist’s book, “Bottom of the Lake,” a 256-page facsimile of his family’s telephone book printed in his hometown, Fond du Lac, Wisconsin, soon after his birth in 1973. While an obsolete object in today’s digital era, the thick phone directory gives us a glimpse back in time through the publication itself, as well as the artist’s interventions.

“The book includes found markings and reproductions of inserted materials, along with Patterson's own drawings, photographs and marginalia. “Bottom of the Lake” is a book within a book that carefully combines the original, found, fact-based phone book with the artist's highly subjective re-imagination of his hometown; it playfully juxtaposes different documentary forms and ways of seeing to create a deeply personal, darkly humorous other book.” – publisher’s note

Image 1: Front cover with an image of the lake

Image 2: Handwritten note pasted on a page. Note reads “The purpose of this booklet is to present an honest and clear picture of Fond du Lac and the delightfully prosperous section of Wisconsin in which it is located. New citizens boys and girls, and those throughout the nation – read it seriously.”

Image 3: Text collage pasted on a page. Collage reads “SAVE YOUR GAS FOR NIXON”

Bottom of the lake Author / Creator Patterson, Christian, 1972- [photographer]  Variant title: Struck through on cover and spine: Fond du Lac [Köln] : Koenig Books, [2015] 12, 68, 175 pages : illustrations (some color), maps ; 28 cm English On cover "Fond du Lac" is crossed out. On spine "Fond du Lac Telephone Directory February 1973" is crossed out. This book is similar, but not identical, to Patterson's "Fond du Lac: Bottom of the Lake: Telephone Directory," published by the artist in 2014. 2015] HOLLIS number: 990147169260203941

[vamytas]

A (Very Rough & Ready) Guide to Alex’s Tattoos

I’ve been putting this off for a LONG time because I like to be meticulous especially with character visuals but with the amount of tattoos Alex has, especially on his expansive canvas of a 6 foot body, trying to find a pictoral example for EVERY bit of ink is... YEAH lmfao.

* As a guiding note, the indicating ‘left’ & ‘right’ etc. is from HIS left and right. All heart designs are typical cartoon shape unless stated as (anatomical).

NECK //

Underneath his ear lobe, on the left side of his neck is a hand holding a needle -- designed to look as if it’s pierced through his skin. At the top of the needle is a red thread which curves semi-loosely around the back of his neck and wraps around a red heart below his right earlobe.This can only be seen if you lift (or pull) up his hair since he never, if rarely ever, ties it back high enough. 

LEFT ARM // 

FINGERS: Simplified red rose gradually blooming from little to index finger, from bud to full bloom. This is just below the top of his knuckles, below them (closer to his nails) on each finger is a stem with thorns.  HAND: Bull face, directed towards viewer -- lineart with minimal black shading. FOREARM: Basically a flash tattoo / pork-chop sheet mixture (see here & here  -- middle pic). Omitting anything explicitly religious (apart from a cross or two) and culturally appropriative. Includes a range of panthers, snakes, skulls, hummingbird with beak in flower, handcuffs, full figure Betty Boop, inkwell and heart wrapped in barbed wire. All interspersed with Felix the Cat faces and little stars to fill blank spaces. Very clear linework and simple shading, only using bright colours: red, green, blue and yellow. Some of these are done by Alex himself, his first tattoo on his own body being an ouroboros snake.  UPPER ARM: Much of the same as above, except with the addition of a Sailor Jerry style pin-up with blonde hair in a corset and heels. Also a chain band just below his shoulder. SHOULDER: Lucifer from Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights. First tattoo with complex colour-shading, done by his first employer in London who he worked with as apprentice. 

RIGHT ARM //

FINGERS: Skeleton anatomy on the full-length of his middle finger and knuckles, the rest of his fingers (near nails) and his thumb are blocked with plain black. HAND: Continues with skeleton anatomy. Entire design is clearly inked style shading (as in nothing that looks anatomically realistic) like this. FOREARM: Contemporary & post-modern designs. Inner forearm is covered with praying mule from And the Ass Saw the Angel book cover. Outer forearm is design pictured on the left here, picture was taken at an exhibition which I have the guide to and artist credit but .. whoever edited it  helpfully didn’t align credit with the picture so I need to manually look up each artist listed to HOPEFULLY find the one who did it.  UPPER ARM / SHOULDER:  Literally cannot describe but is piece by Jef Palumbo. Due to technique being incredibly skilled, I am taking full advantage of fictionality and tattooist with these mad skillz existing in early nineties for Alex’s sake... let him have this ..

CHEST / TORSO //

The largest / most expansive singular piece on his body. His chest and torso are fully covered with a design I lifted off a Jean Paul Gaultier add and tried editing onto his bawdy for promo graphic a while ago -- unlike graphic, the tattoo would still be in the same colour as Gaultier ad, but yellow of skull would be red instead -- less tribal texture and more lined mark-making like the skull featured in me blog background to the left of Alex’s head (I can’t find the pic in my folder..)

BACK //

UPPER BACK: This is where a little imagination is required as I’ll just be listing a bunch of images but they’re all collaged in a cohesive/overlapping way like Duncan X’s back -- pic taken by Liam Sparkes. So;  Saint Sebastian by Myles Karr down Alex’s spine. On the left: text from this photo by Tish Murtha complete with exposed brick effect -- in black and white. On the right: text from this, including a stencilised Pauline Boty rendered in Lichtenstein-ish comic print style, with matching Lichtenstein bright colour scheme. These three images together and with a certain scaling form an arc shape across his upper back, and the thread mentioned earlier on the back of his neck hangs an inch above the Saint Sebastian’s hands. Spaces in between filled by Jemma Jones style flash tattoos. LOWER BACK: I’m getting lazy so again, just imagine in style of Sparkes tattoos summat like this mixed with this on the left and again more flash tattoos imposed between and over blank spaces.

HIPS //

Handprints on each harr harr.

ASS // 

🙊 Only his partners know ... unless you attend classes where he poses for life drawing

LEFT LEG // 

THIGH (FRONT): Entire leg is surrealist/dadaist themed. Whole front of thigh is coverd by this collage by Otto D’Ambra. THIGH (BACK): Under his butt: Eliott Lane. Under that, another Otto D’Ambra. Around them, these (1, 2) by Caleb Kilby, and top middle illustration by Kathryn Kirk. KNEE: Left eye of Siouxsie Sioux, (right eye on his right knee). I’m imagining these are also embellished around the edges by a circular labyrinth symbol pattern to fit the shape of his knee joint.  SHIN: Fish-head man by Kerry-Anne Richardson, black and white. CALF: Hannah Hoch collage, but in black and white -- rendered much like D’Ambra tattoo on the front of his thigh (semi-realistic pointilism shading for woman’s face, simplified basic outline for images surrounding it). ANKLE: Smoking bunny by Sarah Whitehouse. * Spaces between these main pieces are filled by flash tattoos in style of Liam Sparkes. Entire leg is only black ink.

RIGHT LEG // 

THIGH (FRONT): Entire leg mirrors left arm in a mixture of classic tattoo designs/styles with pop-culture & illustrative character leanings. Multi-eyed devil (??) piece by Kerry-Anne Richardson. Full colour. Fishnet leggies by Just Jen on inside of thigh. THIGH (BACK): Skull emerging from chrysanthemum by Ben Shaw, underneath that: crescent moon by Kerry-Anne Richardson. KNEE: Aforementioned Siouxsie Sioux eye in labyrinth. SHIN: Wolf in sheep’s clothing by Iain Sellar.  CALF: THIS!!!!!!!! by Charissa Gregson. He hasn’t got a name yet.. suggestions welcome. Below him, more Iain Sellar stuff. ANKLE: Peachy-keen, piece by Holly Ashby. * Spaces in between main pieces on thigh are filled by Dennis the Menace & Peanuts panel. Out of sheer self-indulgence I’m adding this lady. Every other blank space refers back to Sparkes and Jemma Jones flash tattoos.

He doesn’t have any on his feet because he’s ticklish there..

[limejuicer1862]

Day Three. Special January Ekphrastic Challenge Jan 7th to February 6th. Please join writers Merril D Smith, Jim The Poet, Holly York, Michael Dickel, Joy Fleming, Hilary Otto, Godefroy Dronsart, Redcat, and myself as we respond to the remarkable art of Chris O'Connor, Marcel Herms and Kerfe Roig and others to arrive in the coming weeks. Saturday.

Day Three. Special January Ekphrastic Challenge Jan 7th to February 6th. Please join writers Merril D Smith, Jim The Poet, Holly York, Michael Dickel, Joy Fleming, Hilary Otto, Godefroy Dronsart, Redcat, and myself as we respond to the remarkable art of Chris O’Connor, Marcel Herms and Kerfe Roig and others to arrive in the coming weeks. Saturday.

Jan 9th Don’t Look Back -Marcel Herms Arrayed -Kerfe Roig -Christine O’Connor CO9 Collage II Mountains, a lake, low hanging sun,light-splashed road not taken.He stands near the water’s edge,exhales crystal breath.I stand back, gazing upward,my back to the fire, wondering.Shall I cross the path through snowy beachto join him, to find where diagonal axisof warmth resolves in pale sky? -Holly…

[ohheckitsholly18080fan]

Final Outcomes For Workshop B With CVE ! Holly Hawthorne

It's Knots About You, Kitten!

Fly Trap Design using cross-latching and angler's loop, which I did make (promise) ((remember when my phone camera wasn't working))

Speaker Hack, with added glue gun strips to help the phone fit snugly into the slot.

High Quality Imagery Of the glue I made using flour and water

Sweetly Swinging

2020

The Collage That I made with said Glue.

In Lady's Lamp I Used A Combination Of Glue From The Glue Gun And My DIY Acetone And Styrafoam Glue That I Made.

[joonbird]

From Time

Your relationship with Min Yoongi isn’t always easy.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: smut

wordcount: 3.5k

“I’m running behind here at practice, I won’t be able to make it…” Yoongi’s voice trailed off, leaving you with your phone clutched to your ear, a feeling of dread collecting in the pit of your stomach.

“You won’t be able to make it? At all?” You repeated in disbelief. 

Yoongi sighed on the other end. “Yeah. Sorry Y/N... but I can’t just get up and leave.”

You just frowned, looking behind you at your kitchen table where you had just ordered takeaway. You had ordered his favourite dishes, put out candles... all for nothing. 

The boys had been preparing for their upcoming comeback, meaning you had barely had a chance to spend any time at all with you boyfriend. He had promised you tonight, from 8PM to tomorrow morning. It wasn’t much, but it was a window of time you’d eagerly accepted. 

And of course Yoongi cancelled.

”Why not? You’ve been practicing all day Yoongi... I haven’t seen you properly in weeks. The other guys make time for their relationships, can’t you spare a few hours for me?” You replied, hurt.

”I’m not the other guys.” Yoongi’s voice was clipped, annoyance starting to creep in. “Look, I said I was sorry alright?”

You weren’t even surprised anymore. You hated admitting it to yourself, but Yoongi had become so unreliable these days, promising he’d call, then falling asleep. Making plans to come over after practice to sleep by your side... and then messaging you last minute to let you know he’d be sleeping at the studio. You were sick of it.

“Don’t bother apologizing, it’s clear where your priorities lie,” You snapped emotionally. 

Yoongi scoffed on the other line. “Don’t be like that, don’t go all passive aggressive on me.”

“I’ll be however I like. You know what’s sad Yoongi? You call to tell me you can’t make it, and it’s not even a surprise to me anymore. That’ s how unreliable you are to me now. Why do I bother?” You made sure your words were pointed, Yoongi was quiet on the other end.

“Yeah, why do you bother? You shouldn’t bother with me if it’s that hard for you to be with me then,” Yoongi finally said back in a cold, angry voice. 

You rolled your eyes, Yoongi always detached like this when you argued and you couldn’t deal with it tonight. You were opposites in so many ways. While you fought passionately, with your emotions, Yoongi was always calm and cold, infuriating you more in the process.

“You know what, I’m starting to think maybe you’re right.” You said shakily, before hanging up. 

You were breathing heavily as you put your phone on the kitchen table, feeling shaken from your fight with Yoongi. 

How did that even happen? How did tiny arguments between the two of you escalate into full blown fights?

You sighed, it wasn’t his fault that he had to work. You were just missing him so much. It felt like these days he was hardly there with you, and when he was, his mind was on work. 

You were proud of him and all the boys, they were garnering success after success. You supported him to the best of your ability, but it had been getting difficult lately. The more stressed Yoongi got, about his music, about the boys, about little things like his weight and his skin, the more distant he was to you. You were trying to reach out to him, but it was getting harder and harder.

You looked down at your phone miserably. You knew he wouldn’t text or call, he was pissed off as well, and you had both learned to give each other space when you were heated.

Still, you checked your phone anyway. No notifications. Of course.

You hated that he brought out this side of you. You hated morphing into the clingy, needy girlfriend that you had promised him you’d never become. 

You stood up from where you had been sitting at the kitchen table, eating a little from one of the meals you’d ordered. The rest of it sat there forlornly still in plastic containers, you picked them up and shoved them in the fridge listlessly, you could eat them tomorrow. 

As you slammed the fridge shut, you hesitated, seeing all the polaroid photos that were stuck on them. You smiled at the little polaroid collage. Despite your mood, you couldn’t help but feel happy when you looked at the polaroid photos. “Our relationship in a nutshell,” Yoongi often said.

It had been your idea at first, Jin had been obsessed with his Polaroid camera and had given one to all of the members as a gift. Yoongi, unimpressed with it, had left it at your place one night. And so you had picked it up and taken a photo of him sleeping with his mouth wide open.

It had become sort of a tradition, the two of you taking Polaroids of each other during random little moments. Sometimes you did it to annoy each other, taking silly photos of the other, sometimes and more rarely you took cuter photos together.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against them now. You smiled to yourself as you looked at some of the memories. Yoongi with dyed hair glaring at the camera, mid complaint about how destroyed his hair was becoming. You with his brother’s dog, Min Holly, in your arms, a huge beam on your face. You and Yoongi, you leaning you head against his comfortably, blissed out smiles on both of your faces. Yoongi drunkenly doing aegyo, pouting for a photo. You in nothing but Yoongi’s giant tour hoodie, jumping on your bed and laughing. 

Your smile faded a little. You had so many fun memories together, but lately, they were becoming far and few between. That was what you and Yoongi shared that you knew set you apart from other girls Yoongi had been with. You were strong and independent, and wanted your relationship with Yoongi to be fun, to be special, for you both to be happy. Lately, it had been far from that. 

You knew it wasn’t Yoongi’s fault per se, it was just natural that as his career boomed and he became more and more successful, it was harder for him to balance his life with you. 

You were the first girl he had been in a serious, long term relationship with, you knew that before you, he just wasn’t the type. He didn’t like commitment, he liked doing things at his own pace. 

You wondered if he was going to break up with you, and if being distant was his way of easing out of the relationship. You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind a few times the last few weeks. But you reassured yourself with the fact that he had too much respect for you to break up with you like that. Yoongi was blunt- if he wanted to end things, then, he would.

The thought of breaking up terrified you. You truly loved Yoongi, and the mere thought of not having him around made you feel like crying.

You glanced down at your phone again, but he hadn’t messaged you. You sighed. You loved him so much, he was just such a difficult pain in the ass sometimes. You shook your head to yourself, it had been a long night, the things that both of you had said hadn’t meant anything… they just came out.

You turned off your phone determinedly, turning and walking towards your bedroom. Early night, sleep, and then tomorrow you would call Yoongi refreshed and ready to talk everything out.

You woke up when you heard him opening the door.

He had a spare key, so you knew it was him but it still surprised you to hear him padding down your hallway, dropping his coat on the kitchen counter and sighing. 

You lay still, unsure of what to do or say. You were still mid-fight, and you were still feeling too stubborn to be the first one to apologize. You glanced over at the clock, it was the middle of the night. He hadn’t said anything about coming over. What was he doing here?

He slowly opened the door to your room, you stayed still, keeping your eyes closed. He stood there for a moment, looking at you. 

“I can tell you’re awake. You always snore when you sleep.”

“No I don’t!” You complained suddenly, turning around to glower at him. He was just standing there, his head cocked to one side at you. He smiled when he saw you were awake. You gazed at him, your annoyance dissipating when you saw the look on his face. He looked exhausted, his eyes were red from what you knew were tears.

“Hey you,” you said softly. “You okay?”

He just stood there still for a moment, before he sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“Not really.” His words were short, simple, stated like they were a fact rather than an expression of his emotional state. But you knew him like the back of your hand, and you knew he was upset.

“Come here,” You said, reaching out to grab one of his hands. He just gazed at you forlornly. 

“I thought we were fighting,” He mumbled. 

“We are,” You said. “I’m still mad at you. But we can pause it for now.”

He smiled at that. “Okay.” He agreed, letting you pull him into bed. 

He sat cross legged in front of you silently, you copied his position, your fingers laced through his.

“What’s going on, Yoongi?” You asked softly, prodding him to talk. 

He just sighed heavily and shrugged. 

“Work… I just… I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Some days I wish I had never decided to be a trainee, to be an idol. Today I walked past these guys on the street and they looked so damn happy. Carefree.” His face twisted a little at his words, before he laughed bitterly and shook his head. 

“I know. I shouldn’t even be thinking that way. I’m so lucky to have what I have, to have achieved what I have achieved…” His voice trailed off, a conflicted look in his eyes. 

“I don’t know Y/N. Fuck. Sometimes I just feel like I’m a traitor for thinking this way, I’m a coward, that I’m never going to succeed… never going to feel proud of the person I am…” His voice broke off, he blinked rapidly and looked down, an ashamed look on his face.

You just leaned forward and leant your forehead against his. 

“Min Yoongi,” You whispered quietly, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. 

“All the decisions you’ve made in life have led you to this path for a reason. I, and so many others, look at you and see someone who is hardworking, passionate, determined… you may not feel proud yet but know that I do. I feel so proud of you, every day.” Your words were urgent, seeing him unsure made you want to emphasize to him how special he was to you, how much you loved him. 

“I’m not just with you because you’re cute and sexy and you’re a good rapper. I love you because you’re clever. You’re insightful. You reflect on your actions and you care for other people. There’s so many sides to you, not every side is perfect, but I’m proud of each one.”

His eyes teared up, you were surprised. Yoongi didn’t often cry, or get emotional.

“Y/N,” He whispered, his voice choked.. “I…” He stammered out, you just leaned forward and captured his lips in a soft, slow kiss.

“I know,” You said simply. I love you too.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you. I’ve been shit these last few weeks. I’ve been so selfish to you,” He said quietly, lacing your fingers through his and pulling your hand up to his mouth. 

“Yeah, I thought you were going to break up with me,” You confessed. Yoongi stared at you.

“What? No... no way. Never,” He said seriously. “Seriously, Y/N.” He added, squeezing your hand a little. 

You gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I know Yoongi... but the last few weeks have been hard. I didn’t know what to think.”

He sighed heavily. “I know. And I’m so sorry. It kills me… you could have anyone. You deserve to have someone who can be there for you all the time, who can give you all of his attention.” He pressed a long kiss to the back of your hand, murmuring his words into your skin. 

You just shook your head firmly at him.

“Yoongi, you don’t get it. Yeah, I miss you when we’re apart, and it pisses me off when you cancel on me last minute. But… I’m not weak, Yoongi. I don’t need someone to be there for me all the time. I don’t need constant attention. I can take care of myself when you aren’t there to. I love you… but I don’t need you.” 

He nodded at your words, staring at you with soft eyes. 

“You aren’t like any woman I’ve ever met before,” He said finally, dropping your hand to caress your cheek, his fingers massaging your hair. You shivered at his touch. 

“I don’t need saving,” You whispered.

“You saved me,” He murmured, before he closed the distance between the two of you with a long kiss.

He kisses you, and the kiss has so much love behind it that it makes your heart swell, and your knees go weak. 

Yoongi didn’t often kiss you like this- so slowly, so intimately. His lips are soft and gentle, his fingers tracing the outline of your face. He’s keening into the kiss like you’re the only source of sustenance in the world, pulling back every now and then to stare at you, his eyes drinking you in and making you glow. You feel like your heart is going to explode out of your chest.

“Yoongi,” You just said softly as he pulled away from the kiss, sighing his name out in contentment. He responded by kissing you again, this time more urgently.

You deepened the kiss, responding to his touch. His hands travelled down from your face to your waist, where he massaged the soft part of your hip sensually, making you shiver a little. 

“Y/N,” He murmured out, pulling you forward so you’re straddling him, your legs wrapped around his waist, your face bent down so you can kiss him. 

His kiss is hard, dominating, his tongue darting in your mouth and making you feel dizzy. Your faintly aware of how wet you are, you’re hyperaware of his hands massaging your hips, his lips on yours… his erection stirring in his pants against you. 

You responded by slowly grinding your hips into him, breaking the kiss to suck on his neck, nibbling and biting. You bit down on a soft spot near his collarbone, biting and sucking while grinding your hips down against his cock.

You could hear him hiss, then moan, a low, husky moan. You pulled away from him, smirking at the small mark on his collarbone, a little love bite peeking out against his pale skin. 

“You’re driving me crazy already,” He groaned, staring up at you. “I’m so hard for you.” 

A little smile spreads across his face as you lean in and kiss him again, a hard, quick kiss, your tongue meshing with his before you pull away, pulling at the hem of his shirt and tugging it off. 

When his shirt has been tossed to the floor, you reach underneath you and wrap your fingers around his cock, smiling to yourself in satisfaction feeling his length through his jeans. The feeling of his cock in your hands, hard, warm, turns you on even more.

“You are hard for me, baby,” You whisper, he just nods, swallowing as he leaned forward and kisses up your neck, planting quick, hungry kisses along the delicate skin of your neck and making you shiver. 

“God, I can’t wait to feel you,” He growled, reaching up dominantly to hold the side of your neck, cupping your cheek. 

“Take this off. I want to see you naked,” He murmured authoritatively, you just smiled and did as you were told, gripping the hem of your sleeping tshirt and pulling it off. 

You’re naked aside from your underwear, his eyes gleamed at the sight of you. He moaned a little at you, drinking you in with his eyes, before he followed suit with his hands. His hands roamed every inch of your body as his lips attacked your neck and chest with kisses, his fingers caressing your breasts and teasing your nipples.

“Has my baby been missing me?” He asked in a low, husky voice as he kisses down your chest. You nodded in response, letting out a soft moan.

“Have you been missing this?” He continued, kissing your breasts and taking your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. You just whimpered in response, your eyelids fluttering shut. He was using just the right amount of pressure, alternating from sucking to gentle nibbling, to flicking his tongue over them. You felt weak from that alone, so when his hand snuck down and into your underwear, you let out a loud, shaky moan.

“You’re soaking wet baby,” He observed, his voice low with lust. He ran a fingertip over your clit, making you shiver, and then slid a finger into you, pulling away from your breasts to look up at you with darkened eyes. “God, I love your pussy,” He continues, still staring at you, he pulled his finger out of you, and then into his mouth. 

“I’ve missed your taste,” He whispered, you moaned loudly at that.

“Yoongi, fuck me already,” You moaned out. You were wanting him so badly, you were aching. “I can’t take any more teasing, I haven’t been fucked by you in so long, I need you inside of me right now…” 

Your voice was urgent, desperate, pleading. He just chuckled against your neck, planting a few kisses there before reaching down and pulling off your underwear and then his, you took the opportunity to push him down onto the bed so he was lying on his back. 

He grinned, watching you as you positioned yourself on top of him. His cock was hard, you gazed at it longingly for a moment, it was so large, so thick, standing up straight for you. You stroked it a few times, watching the expression on his face before you positioned it at your entrance.

“Do you want me?” You asked softly, teasingly. His eyes fluttered open, he stared at you, a look of desperation on his face.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” He groaned out.

“How badly?”

“So badly… please baby… sit on my dick,” he groaned out, you obliged, knowing you couldn’t wait any longer. 

You sank into his cock and gasping a little as he filled you up. “God… you feel amazing,” Yoongi grunted out, you just moaned out in agreement. You let yourself stretch out to his width, before you slowly bucked your hips into his, grinding into him at the right speed and angle that you liked.

“God,” He moaned out, staring up at you. “You look so fucking hot right now… riding my dick…” He was watching you, his hands on your hips as you fucked him. 

“You feel amazing,” You breathed out. You hadn’t felt him inside you for so long, so much so that every single time you dipped in and out of him, you felt like you were going to explode. 

“You’re so eager for me baby,” Yoongi murmured, leaning in front of you to massage your clit with a few fingers. The sensation of him rubbing your clit, combined with you sinking in and out of his cock, was starting to make you climax. Your vision was slowly starting to go in and out of focus, your toes starting to curl. 

“Yoongi, I’m going to come,” You whimpered out, you were moaning loudly now. 

“Already?” He murmured, a smile spreading across his face. 

“Y-yes,” You moaned shakily, with that, he kept his fingers on your clit and the other hand on your hip, using the opportunity to buck into you. You were still sitting on top of him, but he was fucking you, using his strength to fuck you, raising his hips ever so slightly to hit spots inside of your core that made you cry out in pleasure. You were almost screaming now, he was moaning as well.

“God, your pussy feels amazing,” He moaned, “You like taking all of me inside of you like this don’t you baby?” At his words, he bucked his hips up a little higher, and you gasped. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You chanted desperately as you felt yourself coming. 

“Come for me baby,” He murmured, as you let out a loud moan, coming on his dick and shivering, your body slumping forward slightly at the feeling. 

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, your orgasm was so intense that you were a little dizzy. Yoongi pulled out of you and gently laid you on your back, kissing you long and deep, you kissed him back eagerly, pulling at his hips with your fingertips. 

“I want you to come inside of me,” You whispered into his kiss, he smiled at your words and thrusted himself back inside of you. 

This time with him on top, you focused on kissing him in between his thrusts.

“You’re fucking incredible,” You breathed out, his eyes flickered in pleasure at your words. “I came so hard… I honestly think I blacked out there for a minute,” You laughed a soft, husky laugh. Your entire pussy was throbbing from the post orgasm glow. 

“God, you’re so tight,” Yoongi just muttered back, you could tell from the look on his face that he was close, you kissed his ear and murmured into it. 

“Nothing turns me on more than you Yoongi… God, you had me screaming out your name just from being inside of me,” You whispered, he moaned loudly at your words. You knew he loved hearing you during sex, he loved how loud you were. 

His thrusts got harder, more urgent, before he suddenly gasped and moaned, his body trembling as he came inside of you, filling you up with his cum.

He kept slowly thrusting inside of you as he came, slowing down as he finished, his body trembling from his own orgasm. 

“Fuck, that was amazing,” He breathed out, his voice shaky. 

You just murmured a little in response, you could still feel the glow from your orgasm, you wrapped your arms around him and pressed a little kiss against his shoulder. 

You lay there for a moment, breathing heavily before you pulled away a little, smiling at him. He just smiled at you, his face soft as he played with your hair.

“How’d I get so lucky,” He mumbled as you turned and snuggled into him. Yoongi wasn’t usually too cuddly, but he held you close now, playing with your hair and running his hands along your back.

You yawned, feeling your eyes flutter shut, suddenly exhausted from everything.

Your body relaxed, but you sensed faintly that Yoongi was still alert, awake. He was still playing with your hair, his body slightly tensed. He was worrying.

“Go to sleep Yoongi,” You mumbled, burrowing your face closer into the crook of his neck and pressing a soft, comforting kiss onto his collarbone. “You worry too much. We can continue our fight tomorrow.”

You knew you wouldn’t be angry with him tomorrow, you weren’t even angry now. You were the opposite, glowing from him and his touch and his words.

He let out a soft chuckle, holding you closer to him. “Okay,” He said simply. “I’m so happy when I’m with you, Y/N.” His voice was quiet, serious. 

You just nodded, drifting off to sleep. 

His body relaxed into yours, and you fell asleep together, wrapped up in each other’s arms. 

The last thought you had before you fell asleep was that you wanted Min Yoongi close to you like this forever.