#k bye lol

[mroddmod]

WAIT CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION ABOUT YOUR ART.

The ‘it wasn’t all bad was it’ artwork which is SO beautiful and bittersweet and gut wrenching, I was just wondering, what was your decision behind only Stanley’s eyes being visible? It seems intentional especially since he’s looking out at us in the audience so I was wondering! Okay bye!! Beautiful stuff!!!

me when my audience finds meaning in my art that i hadn't intentionally put there

nah but ITS COOL YOU THOUGHT TO LOOK INTO THAT because i truly had literally no intention in isolating stanley (just wanted to lean into the contented kiss from caryn, and i just happen to really like painting the glare in glasses lol) but i actually do like the effect a lot now that you're pointing it out! imo i think stanley would really glorify the memories of his early childhood later on in life-- with how shitty everything was during his twenties, thirties, and probably a good portion of his forties, i imagine that he'd want to think back on something good. something that probably WASNT all that great overall in reality (cough filbrick pines cough) but had such great parts, before everything went to shit. before he lost stanford (twice), before he was on the run, before he was living on the streets, before he no longer felt like he was on balance with the one person he thought understood him. there were good parts. there was home, once. there was family.

ANYWAY. didn't mean to ramble but the sad old guy brings it out of me my bad

[kookminis3d]

Army: there’s no evidence

Jkkrs: *show evidence*

Army: but that’s just fanservice

Jkkrs: *show evidence of Jikook posting on key dates throughout the 10 years of BTS including constantly matching and mirroring each other without trying*

Army: …ok but it’s platonic.

Jkkrs: *show evidence of behavior that clearly crosses a platonic boundary*

Army: *ignores and posts about another member*

[sunshinerotting]

not to eroticize surgery again but i did have to take off my underwear for this man to look me in the eye

[midnightfruitloops]

to be loved and to be in love

[usignedupforthis]

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[morticiahumbertunderwood]

Great...now I will think about a cocky John Price for the whole weekend...sigh

pic credit: @ghostslittlegf think I found it in your page yesterday and can't stop looking...respectfully (the devil in my shoulder: "Sure honey, denial is a river in Egypt!")

he's forty years old. he's babygirl. he's unhinged. he's creating problems for himself and everyone else. he's god's favorite punching bag. he's a whore. he's pathetic. he's my poor little meow meow

[shantelllocean]

hopecore will be the death of me, i fear

[astrito]

I WANTED TO SHOW A LITTLE WIP OF THIS BUT I ACCIDENTALLY MADE IT ZOOM LIKE THATDVSSDJFYHISJSFUDJ:CCCCCCCC

[awakenedevildays]

「take-out and matches」 Art Donaldson x F!reader

you can read the other parts here!

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currently thinking of Art watching his latest match on tv to see the mistakes he has done and how he can improve: he is sitting with his bare back comfortably resting against the cushion of the couch, arms crossed against his chest and legs slightly spread and if it wasn't for his eyes fixed on the TV, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips forming a thin line you wouldn't have never guessed he was so focused.

You are watching him from the door of the living room with his shirt on and slighlty disheveled hair tucked behind your ears, your lips curled into a smile while the fingers of your right hand unconsciously go to play with the engagement ring on the left one. Your eyes follow your own movements for a few seconds before hearing a soft rustle against the fabric of the couch that brings you to look at your fiancé again, he is still looking the tv but his lips are shaped into a small smile and his arms are uncrossed, one tapping against his thigh repeatedly and the other is laid out on the cushions for you to take. You swiftly pad towards him and take his left hand in yours, letting him help you climb on his lap like it's the hardest thing you have to do; he kisses your hand before letting you unwrap yours from his to let you hug his neck with both arms, your head falling in between them and against his throat while he caress your thighs with both hands, your chests pressed together and your legs on both sides of him. 

You both stay silent for a few minutes, the tennis ball being hit over and over and the claps of the people on the tv were the only sounds you could hear along with the gentle breathing of Art under you. 

“You did great today” you mumble against his throat before kissing it. 

“Only because you were there” he replies, his hands moving in up and down motions on your legs “didn’t feel like losing in front of you” you smile and lean back to look at him. 

“You would have been great even then” he finally tears away his eyes from the tv and looks at you, eyes softening seeing your messy hair and droopy eyes caused by the two hours nap you two had.

“I think you're slightly biased” he teases and, while you reach behind you to take the remote from the table in front of the couch, his hands wraps around your middle to prevent you from falling.

You pause the match “I’m just honest, the fact that I’m your fiancée doesn’t have anything to do with my opinion about your game” you turn back to him and comb his blond hair with your fingers. 

“Sure it doesn’t” he sarcastically mumbles while his head drops against your chest in a relaxed way, his arms squeezing around you even tighter making your back arch and chest press more against his face. 

“What do you want to eat? I was thinking we could stay here and order takeaway” your fingers massage the nape of his neck and head. 

“Hamburger sounds nice” he mutters sleepily and you chuckle. 

“You'll have to keep this from your nutritionist” a groan came out of his mouth and a mumbled ‘let’s not talk about my job anymore’ vibrates in your chest. 

“I'll have to find a way to burn the calories quickly though, any idea?" He playfully bites your neck, you shudder taking his face between your hands “i might have a few...” and start to kiss all his face except his lips while he sits there with his eyes semi-closed, his head nuzzles the palm of your left hand. 

“You’re so pretty” he whispers “i really want to kiss you right now” goosebumps takes all over your body and your heart misses a beat, he knows what effect this phrase has on you… it was the same one he said your first date. 

For a moment you went back to 7 years before in your college days: when you were pressed between the passenger door of his car and his body after a walk on the beach, his jacket wrapped around your shoulders and your high-heels in one of his hands while the other had your fingers tangled together, and he whispered the same phrase that made your heart jump and goosebumps rise in the same way it did now. 

“Please do” and he does. 

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[kookminis3d]

For real

[kookminis3d]

JK: *goes live*

Army: where's V?

JK: idk I don't talk to members everyday

Army: where's Jimin?

JK: *pulls out calender to show Jimin's schedule and phone tracker to give his exact location*

[midnightfruitloops]

What kinda phone do you have?

iphone 11!! the purple one :)

[voot-floop]

Another vox page someone send elp

[corxoran]

[madootles]

vash being himself

[storfulsten]

hhhm