#photoshoop

[zoedotgov]

random beatles song posters 10/214: when im 64

[secularedits]

IT'S BOYS TIME

[saericons]

⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝅄 ⠀  paradise⠀  ¡⠀ #01 ⠀› psd template.

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[allessgutee]

[alejandroromerophoto]

 TW♡ SIDES para @maplemagazine Foto: @alejandroromerophoto Modelo: @diaanazenteno Agencia: @newiconmodels Dirección Creativa & Fashion Stylist: @sarahireza Makeup & Hairstylist: @gloriatorresmx Editor en Jefe: @brujademoda Editor de moda: @crismontalban

[nemesyaaa]

i will never let this drew die. never.

[mercurialmalcontent]

@bogunicorn wanted something like this to exist, and I can’t resist the siren call of a stupid photoshop that hasn’t been done, so...

[lexa-griffins]

Btw i need you guys to bully me into taking care of things for the Wanheda's Dagger week such as posts, guidelines, graphics, etc 😂

[sixrealmsbeneaththesea]

dusted off and warmed up on the tablet by returning to old and/or unreleased doodles. i left the original pencils for the most part to show growth... or the attempt... or just general gussing up, lo

SO THERE'S A LOT OF THE DOOF in my folder. i'm not gonna finish any of it, but will be good for just... testing or whatever.

that one seph doodle i did years ago. but instead of scaring cat with his resurrection, him want give scritch.

and another OC being a weirdo in something akin to sepia.

i gotta fix my sleep schedule for going back to work.

[shortfeet]

Grand Theft Auto 5 Best Photos of Current Game Play | Pulling Another Favor and Paparazzo The Sex Tape

[zoedotgov]

random beatles song poster 13/214: no reply

[devonneicons]

helloooo would you be able to create more icons of the inked msg shoot? :)

please if you save or use like or reblog

[druap]

test speedpaint :P

Johnny boy

[themishening]

sleepy

[jjjjeonww]

jeon wonwoo - "Executive Secret."

genre - romance (FINALLY.) word count - 830 BANNER BY @wonkierideul !!!!! ~~in which your assistant is your husband. to: @wonkierideul "KIEEEEE i had sm fun talking w you abt this wonu!!! PLEASEE feel free to yap more to me abt anything!! and thank you sm for the banner my lovely <3 fill my dms with anything u want ehehheh :3 ILY MY LOVEE" from, yuna <3

As the esteemed CEO of your thriving fashion empire, you had been running on fumes for weeks, your once-reliable energy reserves depleted by the unrelenting demands of your high-stakes career. Late nights hunched over your desk, early mornings fueling up on nothing but caffeine and sheer determination, the endless whirlwind of meetings, photoshoops, and industry events - it was a wonder of how you could still stand upright, let alone maintain the impeccable composure that had become your trademark.

But today was different. Today, you had a reason to celebrate, a cause for joy that transcended the fleeting thrill of a job well done. Your company's sales had shattered all previous records, a testament to the tireless efforts and unwavering dedication of every single member of your team. And so, in a moment of rare altruism, you had decided to throw a grand gathering, a chance for everyone to forget their stress and revel in the sweet taste of hard work.

Now, as you sat before your vanity, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating your concentration as you applied your makeup with meticulous care, You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. You had built this empire from nothing, pouring your heart and soul into every stitch, every seam, every meticulously crafted design. And now, to see it all pay off in such a spectacular fashion - it was almost too much to comprehend.

As you reached for your hair curler, the hot metal familiar and comforting in you hand, you lost yourself in the rhythmic motions of styling your long, dark tresses. You curled and teased, coaxing each lock into a glossy, cascading wave that tumbled down your back in a shimmering curtain. It was a look that had become your signature, a style that had graced countless red carpets and magazine covers - and one that never failed to turn heads wherever you went.

But as focused as you were on your task, you remained blissfully unaware of the presence of your husband, Wonwoo, as he leaned against the doorframe, his dark eyes drinking in every detail of your appearance. He had always been your rock, your sanctuary in a world that demanded nothing short of perfection. But he was also your assistant. And oh Lord did it pain him to maintain a professional demeanor whenever you were together, to resist the overwhelming urge to sweep you right into his arms and declare his unending love for all to hear. But the company's strict no-dating policy forced him to keep a respectful distance, even as his heart ached to be closer to you every second of the day.

….

As the glittering celebration reached its crescendo, the ballroom pulsed with the infectious energy and elation of your team. The air crackled with pride and accomplishment, as heartfelt speeches and raucous cheers filled the space, each one a testament to the incredible journey that had led to this monumental achievement.

Amidst the festivities, you moved with the grace and poise of a woman who had not only built an empire but had also mastered the art of leading with unwavering vision and compassion. Your black gown, a bespoke creation from tour own label, hugged your curves and accentuated your confident strides as you navigated the room, accepting congratulations and posing for photos with the same polished elegance you brought to every aspect of your life.

Throughout the evening, Wonwoo remained ever-vigilant, his dark eyes following your every move from afar. As your assistant, he ensured your glass was perpetually filled, your schedule strictly adhered to, and your every need anticipated before you even voiced it. It pained him to maintain a professional demeanor, to resist the overwhelming urge to sweep you right into his arms and declare his unending love for all to hear. But the company's strict no-dating policy forced him to keep a respectful distance, even as his heart ached to be closer to you.

As the night wore on and the celebration showed no signs of abating, Wonwoo found himself inexorably drawn to your side, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his love. He sat next to you cautiously, leaning in to murmur in your ear as you paused to take a sip of your champagne.

"Y/n, look at what you've achieved. Your vision, your dedication, the incredible team you've nurtured - it's all culminating in this extraordinary moment," he whispered, his voice low and filled with barely restrained emotion. "I'm so incredibly proud of you, my love."

You turned your head to face him, your eyes meeting his, and in that instant, the rest of the world fell away. The music, the laughter, the clink of glasses - it all faded into a distant hum as you gazed at the man you loved with every fiber of your being.

"None of this would be possible without you, Wonwoo," you replied softly, as his hand found yours beneath the table, their fingers intertwining in a secret.

[deancrowleycas]

*sighs* *opens photoshoop*