#jordanparrished

[the-haiku-bot]

Give abstract art some

respect. It’s more important

than you realize.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

So somebody on my Facebook posted this. And I’ve seen sooooo many memes like it. Images of a canvas with nothing but a slash cut into it, or a giant blurry square of color, or a black circle on a white canvas. There are always hundreds of comments about how anyone could do that and it isn’t really art, or stories of the time someone dropped a glove on the floor of a museum and people started discussing the meaning of the piece, assuming it was an abstract found-objects type of sculpture.

The painting on the left is a bay or lake or harbor with mountains in the background and some people going about their day in the foreground. It’s very pretty and it is skillfully painted. It’s a nice piece of art. It’s also just a landscape. I don’t recognize a signature style, the subject matter is far too common to narrow it down. I have no idea who painted that image.

The painting on the right I recognized immediately. When I was studying abstraction and non-representational art, I didn’t study this painter in depth, but I remember the day we learned about him and specifically about this series of paintings. His name was Ad Reinhart, and this is one painting from a series he called the ultimate paintings. (Not ultimate as in the best, but ultimate as in last.)

The day that my art history teacher showed us Ad Reinhart’s paintings, one guy in the class scoffed and made a comment that it was a scam, that Reinhart had slapped some black paint on the canvas and pretentious people who wanted to look smart gave him money for it. My teacher shut him down immediately. She told him that this is not a canvas that someone just painted black. It isn’t easy to tell from this photo, but there are groups of color, usually squares of very very very dark blue or red or green or brown. They are so dark that, if you saw them on their own, you would call each of them black. But when they are side by side their differences are apparent. Initially you stare at the piece thinking that THAT corner of the canvas is TRUE black. Then you begin to wonder if it is a deep green that only appears black because the area next to it is a deep, deep red. Or perhaps the “blue” is the true black and that red is actually brown. Or perhaps the blue is violet and the color next to it is the true black. The piece challenges the viewer’s perception. By the time you move on to the next painting, you’re left to wonder if maybe there have been other instances in which you believe something to be true but your perception is warped by some outside factor. And then you wonder if ANY of the colors were truly black. How can anything be cut and dry, black and white, when even black itself isn’t as absolute as you thought it was?

People need to understand that not all art is about portraying a realistic image, and that technical skills (like the ability to paint a scene that looks as though it may have been photographed) are not the only kind of artistic skills. Some art is meant to be pretty or look like something. Other art is meant to carry a message or an idea, to provoke thought.

Reinhart’s art is utterly genius.

“But anyone could have done that! It doesn’t take any special skill! I could have done that!”

Ok. Maybe you could have. But you didn’t.

Give abstract art some respect. It’s more important than you realize.

[socheckitout-mikey]

Hey! How r u? Uhm- I totally loved "cuddling with brett" because I'm seriously in love with him..but I was hoping if you can do a "cuddling with Jordan Parrish"? It's totally okay if you can't! Btw I love ur writing sm :)

heeey! thanks for requesting. i have never written for jordan before, so i hope that these live up to his character. i hope that you also enjoy what i came up with. it makes me really happy that you enjoy my writing! :') - mae

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Cuddling with Jordan Parrish Hc's:

° Jordan loves cuddling with you. Showing love through physical affection is something he enjoys, but he never wants to overwhelm you.

° He's always gentle with his touches. He enjoys playing with your hair, rubbing your back and drawing little patterns into your skin. This is a sure way for you to fall asleep, and he just softly gazes at you every once in a while before pressing tender kisses to your temple or forehead.

° Jordan never wants to leave once you've both started cuddling, especially when it's in the morning. Everything is so relaxing in this space when the sun is just coming up and peeking through the curtains. Nothing is better than being in his arms. However, if it's not a weekend, the important duties of being a deputy keep nagging him.

° You're half asleep yourself, trying to savor his presence and touch. He doesn't mind if you fall back asleep, but you're stubborn and want to be somewhat coherent as you snuggle into his chest.

° He laughs into your hair when you mumble about something strange from one of your dreams. It's muffled so he can't exactly hear it, but it greatly amuses him. He's wide awake and you're not.

° He prefers it when you fall asleep so he can slip away and leave a cute little note on his nightstand, but a lot of the time you wake up the second he's made the move to slip out of bed.

° "Where are you going? I was comfy!" You pout sleepily, your weary eyes peeking over the puffy comforter.

° "I know you were, but duty calls, sweetheart." He grins at you, somewhat saddened to go.

° "Five more minutes," you counter with those sweet eyes begging him to stay.

° "Five more minutes was fifteen minutes ago. I still have to shower and I've got to leave soon." He tries to reason with you.

° But you always win.

° "Fine, but it's only for five more minutes," he sighs, lifting up the blanket to settle down next to you.

° You make a pleasant noise, laying on top of him as if that could ever prevent him from leaving. He just laughs, wondering what type of excuse will warrant lateness to Sheriff Stilinski.

° Cuddling after long shifts of work is something you both love to do, especially when you're watching your favourite TV shows or movies. Sometimes you chat and other times you are quiet as you snack.

° Wholesome vibes all around!

° Jordan likes to cuddle when he's had a hard day. It starts when you're just fixing up a quick dinner in the kitchen when he's just gotten home. He engulfs you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck and sighing. Taking in your familiar scent, you know the tight hold he has on you is the way he lets you know he needs you.

° "Hey sweetheart, how was your day?" Jordan never fails to check in with you first like the true gentleman he is.

° "I'm okay. Are you doing alright there?" You ask, which provokes another sigh from him.

° Jordan likes to rest his head on your chest, right over your heart on these types of days and just listens to your heartbeat. It's the most soothing sound in the world that's accompanied by your fingers carding through his dark short hair. He falls asleep this way or just waits up, which depends on how hard of a day he's had. Being a deputy is not easy.

° Sometimes he likes to sneak up on you when you're busy and pick you up to take you to the couch or bed. You protest with laughter the entire way, but relent because he uses those gorgeous green eyes to his advantage. He calls the latter payback for making him late to work three times this week.

° He likes to rest his head on your belly when you're reading. He's always asking you to read out loud to him, even if it's right in the middle of a book. Sometimes he's annoying though because he wants you to give him a rundown of characters and the plot so far so he can understand what's going on.

° You just softly bonk him on the head.

° Jordan is like a radiator, so it gets really warm fast. It's good when it's autumn and winter, tolerable in spring, but in the summer it's way too hot for you to handle. You're then forced to swat him away when he advances for cuddles.

° "Get! You're like an active volcano with your heat." You protest, trying to worm your way out of his hold.

° "That's not very fair you know. You put your cold feet on my shins all winter! Summer is my time for payback." Jordan teases you.

° "That's different! I'm a humble human who needs extra warmth during the colder months." You retort with your nose stuck in the air.

° "And I'm an overheated Hellhound that needs to cool down in the hotter months." He counters.

° "Stick yourself in the fridge then," you giggle, but it's too late because he's got you locked in his strong hold.

° Being the big and small spoon interchanges in your relationship. Whatever is most comfortable for you both.

° Cuddling with him feels like home. His scents, sounds and touches are nothing short of pleasant. You're familiar with him and he's your soulmate. He loves you deeply and in these sweet moments you both can really feel each other's love.

° On the scale of wholesomeness ya'll are 1,000,000/10! <3

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[soulofapatrick]

The Pack Realises You’re in Love With Derek Hale 1/5

PARRISH - Peter Thornberry's POV:

I hear the window slide open and someone lands easily on their feet, the familiar creak of the window being shut again follows before the person just stops. I don't care who it is, I just need a supernatural break and I've told the whole pack this via a group message but I guess that doesn't matter. They want to bother me so guess what... they're bothering me.

"Do I not get one single day off?!" I can't help the anger seeping through my voice as I spin the desk chair, expecting to see Scott or Lydia, maybe even Jackson who has been making more and more visits recently but instead it's Parrish. All that frustration immediately is gone at the sight of his face and the amount of conflicting emotions in his chartreuse green eyes as he shuffles, "Parrish." I finally breathe out.

"I'm sorry, I can go..." He heads back for the window but I reach out, catching the sleeve of his jacket to stop him because my supernatural day off can wait. His gaze meets mine and he smiles sheepishly, looking unsure of himself and my hand holding his arm now, "Peter?"

"Come on, tell me what's wrong," I pull myself from the very comfortable spinny chair Noah got me when I started at Beacon Hills High with most of the pack just over a year ago, "I thought you were Scott honestly, he's been bothering me a lot recently as he's confused about his alpha status."

"I-" Jordan opens his mouth before closing it again, so I wait until he finally speaks up, "Lydia told me you were the person to go to if I needed help and I also heard you make some kick-ass hot chocolate."

"And who told you that huh?" I lead the police officer downstairs and towards the living room, his hand in mine that is really soft for someone who can set themselves on fire and be okay. He lets out a chuckle and I know my attempt at distractions is working. Jordan doesn't even seem to notice when I push him gently into a seat at the table, letting go of his hand, and going into the kitchen to begin the hot chocolate.

"Malia," He finally tells me as I decide to ignore the quick and easy kettle method of hot chocolate. Instead I heat up a pan, breaking up chocolate to melt and make the drink creamier because honestly, something tells me Jordan isn't taking to the supernatural world very well. I hope dogs like cream as well as cats, "She's been joining me on my patrols. I'm not sure how she does it really," He pauses, causing me to glance in his direction as he fumbles for the words, I just wait, "How she stays so composed. So... human."

"Practice," I reply, remembering how much Stiles worked with Malia to make her at least somewhat human. Nolan being turned actually helped her lot because she was forced to explain it all to someone else who could somewhat understand her, "And Nolan. Also an anchor."

"Anchor?"

"Someone or thing that tethers you to your human side. Every supernatural creature needs on, even me and I'm only an emissary." I explain, internally scolding myself because of course no-one's taught Jordan about anchors and how to control the shifts. I'm not sure if anyone even thought to because of everything that's happened over the last year. Yeah no, the look on his face says that I've spoken a completely foreign language to him so instead of embellishing I silently pass him his hot chocolate, letting him process it all first because anchors can be a lot if you've only just learnt about the supernatural but Jordan is strong.

"What's your anchor?" The hellhound finally speaks up, eyes raising from his drink to meet mine, "Or who, I guess."

"Mine?" He nods, "Mine is Derek. Derek Hale is my anchor."

"Derek..." Jordan doesn't finish his sentence as the cogs begin to turn in his head, "Derek Hale is your anchor because you love him?"

"I..." I'm not exactly sure how to reply because of course he hits the nail on the head immediately, "Yes, Derek's my anchor because I care for him. He keeps me grounded when I have to draw all that emissary power."

"Does it have to be a person?"

"Of course not, Derek's anchor is his anger."

"Derek's anchor isn't you?" Jordan again catches me off guard, "He has no idea how you feel?"

"N-"

"THE LIVING ROOM IS MINE!" Stiles comes racing through the front door, it slamming shut with a crash so loud that it makes even my human ears hurt, "THE METS ARE PLAYING AND THEY'RE WINNING SO SHIFT!" He's bouncing on the spot so I sigh fondly at my (adopted) brother's hyperactive nature before grabbing Jordan's hand again to take him back upstairs, "THANK YOU PETEY!" Stiles grins at me, practically giggling when I roll my eyes and tug Jordan back upstairs with me.

He eyes the bed and I've had most of the pack join me at some point so without a second thought I'm helping Jordan out of his jacket and telling him to get comfortably undressed, to help himself to any of my clothes as we're around the same height and to get into bed as he can stay here tonight. He hesitates until I'm giving him a pointed look and climbing under the freezing covers, wanting the hellhound to hurry up and join me. Finally Jordan starts to move, kicking his shoes off then the trousers before sliding into bed beside me, all that awkwardness I thought he'd gotten over coming back.

"Come here dumbass," I shake my head affectionately, pulling him into the centre of the bed and forcing him to roll over so I can spoon him because no guy will admit it but it's comforting being the little spoon sometimes.

It only takes a few minutes of Jordan shuffling awkwardly before all tension in his body disappears and he's whispering, "I want Lydia as my anchor."

"Then make her your anchor." I murmur back, already half asleep with the warmth radiating off of him and my forehead pressed against the back of his neck, arm loosely around his waist and one of my feet between his. That's how we fall asleep,

In the morning I wake to Parrish gone but a sticky note stuck to a soft looking purple sweater saying: 'it's fire retardant so if you even need to stop me. Do it. Love Parrish xxx'

Part 2 // Part 3 //  Part 4 // Part 5

[stylenskii]

JORDAN PARRİSH SMUT

LET ME GO! I'M INCLUDED! YOU CAN'T ARREST!" My screams surrounded me, but it was hardly possible.

A policeman came to me. He had a notebook in his hand, and he got in the car with me and sat next to me. "Tell me, lad." he said and rubbed the pen on the paper in his hand. "Why did you commit this murder? There's a string on the victim's throat."

I took a deep breath with a trembling voice. I stammered with fear, "I-I. I don't know anything!" I shouted at last.

The policeman covered my mouth with his veiny hands, "Don't raise your voice at me, newbie!" Tears welled up in my eyes as he shouted. "Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth and you're only going to answer the questions I ask. Understood?!" I nodded quickly.

"Uh huh."

I took a deep breath as he removed his hand from my mouth. "I don't know anything. I heard wolf howls. There were a few high school teenagers. They were drinking and distracted. And… and it was like they were howling."

He turned to me with his whole body, as if interested, "Did you see his eyes?" My body trembled as my eyes met his.

I quickly shook my head. "But—but why are you asking me that?" His hand suddenly went to my arm, and he squeezed it terribly hard. A painful moan escaped my mouth.

"I told you! only my questions!"

I swallowed with fear. "I couldn't see their eyes... they weren't exactly obvious. But they were the color I wasn't used to. They were shining. But it was short lived." I said.

A short time later, we arrived at the police station. The man in front spoke for the first time, "Officer Parrish. It's time for us to land."

It hurt me by tightening my handcuffs even more. He grabbed my neck and pulled me out. "Are you retarded!?" ' he shouted, giving me a menacing look.

They grabbed my handcuffs and threw me in a cell. Then he came again. "No? It's you again. Are you in love with me or something?" I asked sarcastically.

He looked so muscular and sexy in his uniform that I could have ejaculated where I was. His belt tightening around his waist was turning me on. He took the key from his belt and opened the cell.

I wanted to get up quickly, but he grabbed me by the chest and threw me back. He himself entered the cell and locked us both in the cell.

"So Jane sallrore." said. That was my first and last name.

"Why are you saying that?" Then my eyes landed on the card on the uniform above his muscular chest. "So Jordan Parrish." I said.

He shook his head. "You were like that when you were little! You would hit on anyone!" I shouted. In front of me, the whole police. He was my middle school friend. Now it's been years since middle school.

He brought his hand to my neck. And he laughed grimly, "And now I'm hitting on you." When he said that, I understood why he had arrested me.

"So you arrested me for fucking me?"

"Exactly."

My eyes traveled over her body, "I thought you didn't want to be a cop." ' I asked, my eyes shifting to his evident masculinity.

He laughed, and withdrew. He showed himself with his hand. "Look, I'm a cop now. Half of this town is low enough to do as I say." said.

He took another step towards me. "So you think you're going to shut everybody down." I said looking into your eyes.

Then he squeezed my buttocks with his strong arms. "Don't be quiet..."

I laughed and bit my lip. "Or will you punish me?" ' he squeezed my hip even more as I asked, as if warning.

"You may remember me banging a middle-end girl in the bathroom."

"I remember."

"I punished him as well. And when he dislocated, he was injured all over." He laughed and looked at his belt. "I'll beat you so hard with this belt that they won't recognize your body."

My hand reflexively stuck to his manhood. "What if I want you to command me with this belt while you fuck me?"

"I'll give orders anyway. You'll fall into my arms, begging me to fuck you." said. I kneeled before him.

He chuckled and grabbed my hair. And he pulled me back, making me look at him. "Now you'll make me happy. And I'll make you happy too."

I quickly took it off as my hands went to his belt. "Fuck me, come on do it!" God he was so sexy. My hands went over his uniform to his muscles.

She slapped me on the back with her belt. "Mh!"

"Keep moaning like that." she ordered.

He quickly peeled them off. And she put on her pants too. It was as if she wasn't wearing any special underwear for the day. I reached straight to his tough and veiny masculinity. "Lick." she said.

I quickly took it in my mouth and made it come and go. He couldn't stand it any longer and lifted me up in the air. He came in suddenly.

He slapped my hips with his wide hands as he slowly took possession of my body. "Be like this." she said as my moans filled her ears.

My body was his now, giving control and direction as he wanted.

He's got me now.

Me too.

Our bodies united in a single night.

[chthonianesque]

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[centuriesuntold]

@jordanparrished replied to your video post: “u can’t just spring this on me like that...

p.s. did you just skip straight over waitress wtf gurl

no hahaha i didn’t pay much attention to the actual cover, the actual page with waitress’s ad and its dates are under the HUGE FLAP that is hamilton

[flange5]

jordanparrished replied to your post “I’m having a sudden urge to make macarons. I have some freeze-dried...”

LEMON CURD ONES AND CHOCOLATE GANACHE ONES

IT’S NINE AND I’M HEADING TO THE STORE.

gdi I’m going to learn how to make lemon curd now, too, aren’t I

[blundergato]

jordanparrished replied to your post: well i finished train to busan

mE TOO FRIEND

my head feels like it weighs 10 extra pounds because of this emotional headache i have.

jordanparrished replied to your post: well i finished train to busan

OK BUT THE OLD LADY

lol, the one that got the room full of d-bags murked?  that was pretty baller.

[kayvsworld]

jordanparrished replied to your post “silverfoxtony replied to your post: ok but steven...”

"steve strange"

teamironmanforever replied to your post “silverfoxtony replied to your post: ok but steven...”

strange in the comics has an ego a mile wide. He would never agree to be called by a nickname and even to call him by his first name is a bit of a privilege.

laexploradoraaa replied to your post “silverfoxtony replied to your post: ok but steven...”

He goes by Stephen, never Steve. Steve is Steve.

storyhoard replied to your post “silverfoxtony replied to your post: ok but steven...”

in my limited experience dr strange is too Extra to go by his first name, in 98% of circumstances he's THE SORCERER SUPREEEME or "doctor" or smth. granted i am not a big fan and dont do comics

o  h  m  a  n   what a  d  e  l  i  g  h  t  

[temarisnara]

jordanparrished replied to your photoset: kittyprude: The Gaang Dreamcast Wenwen Han as...

sokka and katara aren’t native/inuit tho?

yeah idk what you want me to say, i made this over 3 years ago and half of these actors are unknowns with very little information on them, and even less 3 years ago. i didnt know the actors races. i just thought they looked like how the characters would irl. if i made this now i would try and find inuit actors for sokka and katara, but at the time i just wanted to post a fancast that wasnt a bunch of white people.

[socheckitout-mikey]

Taglist!

this is predominantly here for anybody who'd like to find the tags for characters that i write for. all you need to do is search these up on my blog! :') - mae

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fright night 1985/2011:

° jerry dandridge (1985) → #jerrydandridge

° jerry dandridge (2011) → #jerrrydandridge

the hobbit:

drawves-

° thorin oakenshield → #thorinoakenshield

° fili → #fili

° kili → #kili

hobbits-

° bilbo baggins → #bilbobaggins

elves-

° thranduil → #thranduil

° legolas → #legolas

others-

° bard the bowman → #bardthebowman

the lost boys 1987:

° david → #david

° dwayne → #dwayne

° laddie → #laddie

° marko → #marko

° paul → #paul

° star → #star

the outsiders:

curtis gang-

° dallas winston → #dallaswinston

° darry curtis → #darrycurtis

° johnny cade → #johnnycade

° ponyboy curtis → #ponyboycurtis

° sodapop curtis → #sodapopcurtis

° steve randle → #steverandle

° two-bit matthews → #twobitmatthews

shepard gang-

° angela shepard → #angelashepard

° curly shepard → #curlyshepard

° tim shepard → #timshepard

soc's-

° bob sheldon → #bobsheldon

° marcia → #marcia

° randy anderson → #randyanderson

° sherri (cherry) valance → #cherryvalance

peaky blinders:

shelby's-

° ada shelby → #adashelby

° arthur shelby → #arthurshelby

° finn shelby → #finnshelby

° john shelby → #johnshelby

° thomas shelby → #thomasshelby

other's-

° alfie solomons → #alfiesolomons

° luca changretta → #lucachangretta

teen wolf:

werewolves/creatures-

° brett talbot → #bretttalbot

° boyd → #boyd

° cora hale → #corahale

° derek hale → #derekhale

° erica reyes → #ericareyes

° isaac lahey → #isaaclahey

° jordan parrish → #jordanparrish

° kira yukimura → #kirayukimura

° liam dunbar → #liamdunbar

° lydia martin → #lydiamartin

° malia tate → #maliatate

° peter hale → #peterhale

° scott mccall → #scottmccall

humans-

° alison argent → #alisonargent

° stiles stilinski → #stilesstilinski

twilight saga:

cullen's-

° emmett cullen → #emmettcullen

° jasper hale → #jasperhale

° rosalie → #rosaliehale

denali's-

° garrett → #garrett

° kate denali → #katedenali

° tanya denali → #tanyadenali

egyptian coven-

° benjamin → #benjamin

nomad's:

° alistair → #alistair

romanian coven-

° stefan → #stefan

° vladimir → #vladimir

volturi-

° demetri → #demetri

° felix → #felix

wolfpacks-

uley pack;

° jared cameron → #jaredcameron

° paul lahote → #paullahote

° sam uley → #samuley

black pack;

° embry call → #embrycall

° jacob black → #jacobblack

° leah clearwater → #leahclearwater

° seth clearwater → #sethclearwater

° quil ateara → #quilateara

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[alloverthegaf]

jordanparrished replied to your photo: oh shit it’s ma birth

Congration you done it

I survived

[thiamsraeken]

“So we’re both harbingers of death? I should probably add that to my resume.”

— Jordan Parrish

[binah-lance]

jordanparrished replied to your post: thebaristavenger replied to your post: barbara...

Kamala is Pakistani btw!

thanks! I couldn’t remember the exact country because it’s late and I’m tired and I haven’t read miss marvel in a while. thanks for having my back with your superior comic knowledge my dude 

[chthonianesque]

⤪ — 「 Deputy Jordan Parrish. 」 — ⤨ 

 ▐ ❝I'm a hellhound. I have the word "Hell" in my name. Hell.❞▐ 

 ✗ #TeenWolf. 

✗ Dark Themes. 

✗ Searching for storylines 

✗ Crossovers are welcome. 

✗ Potential To Ship. 

✗ Penned by #ThisMogwaiSlays.

[geneticmisfit]

u suck at peter just quit already smh

mhm