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[liaromancewriter]

It Happened One Miami Night (5/5)

Series Premise: A work trip to Miami means finally accepting that some risks are worth taking. Or are they?

Fandom: Choices Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff Words: 1,125

Series Masterlist

A/N: Finally we come to the end of this series (the longest I've ever taken to write one). If you've read it so far, thank you! I appreciate it. If you haven't, see the series masterlist link above 👆🏻😉

Submission to @choicesmaychallenge24 prompt "Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. (The Illiad)"

What did it mean when a man went from depriving himself on a moonlit balcony to aching for a lover’s scent in the dark? That, for a few heavenly moments, he’d been willing to take the risk, steal the girl, even when he knew he shouldn’t?

Unable to sleep as useless thoughts crowded his brain, Ethan Ramsey folded one arm behind his head and stared at the shadows dancing on the dark ceiling.

He bent his knee and pulled his bare feet back under the covers. The pull-out couch in the living room wasn’t designed for tall frames, and his feet hung off the edge whenever he stretched his legs.

The silence in the hotel suite was deafening. But Ethan was also hyperaware of Cassie Valentine sleeping on the other side of the thin wall separating the living space from the bedroom.

He turned on his side, punching the pillow, and watched his reflection in the glass pane of the door leading to the balcony — the scene of his downfall. A reminder of his weakness.

Never before had a woman tempted him like this. In recent years, he’d become particular about who shared his bed. But he certainly wasn’t a monk. He enjoyed sex and, depending on the woman, the intimacy that followed.

What was that line from The Illiad? Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed.

And that was the real kicker. Despite his early rationalizations, Cassie wasn’t the right woman. Maybe once she finished her residency — and if she stayed in Boston — they could have a chance. Once they were peers. Equals.

But as long as she was in the running to join his team…. He sighed.

Even if she didn’t get the fellowship, he wanted to be responsible for her professional development. When he observed her around the hospital, often from a distance to preserve his objectivity, he saw a doctor who could be great with the proper guidance.

She’d told Delarosa she chose Edenbrook because of him. He’d selected Cassie because he’d seen the potential in her application. He owed her the best of him.

That was that, as far as he was concerned. From now on, he would keep things professional. He was an attending and had to set an example.

First thing tomorrow, he was going down to the reception desk and forcing the issue until the hotel gave them separate rooms. Ethan exhaled, closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep.

He had a plan. He could do this!

The sun was high in the sky when Ethan’s eyes drifted open. Groggy from oversleeping and late-night musings, he yawned loudly and shoved the covers aside, feet falling onto the carpeted floor.

He grabbed his wristwatch from the coffee table and stilled at the envelope with his name scrawled across the front. His lips were pursed as he removed the notepaper tucked inside. Stunned, he read the hastily written words, his mind in shambles again.

Cassie sipped coffee from her to-go cup and watched the view from the window of her new hotel room. It was definitely not as lovely as the couples’ suite—there was no balcony either—but it was the safer option.

During a restless night, she’d come to a decision. She couldn’t avoid Ethan forever; that would be counterproductive to her goal of becoming a doctor. But she needed space from him for what remained of this trip.

Knowing hotels always kept inventory for last-minute bookings, Cassie pulled up the property’s website and reserved the first available option. The room was small—barely the size of her bedroom in Boston—but it was hers, and hers alone.

When she saw Ethan next, she’d be strictly professional (even if it killed her) and pretend that she hadn’t felt his hardness when she straddled his thighs. It might be cowardly, but faking temporary amnesia never hurt anyone.

For a moment, everything between them had been legendary, from one kiss to almost going all the way. And then it had come crashing down, like the waves below, washing away everything in their wake and leaving behind flotsam.

Cassie knew it wouldn’t be easy. But she couldn’t break down now. She’d already done that last night, and it was enough.

In a few days, she’d look back and know it wasn’t hopeless, that it wasn’t their time yet. She wouldn’t be a resident forever, and his excuses wouldn’t hold up then.

Just get through today, tonight and tomorrow, she repeated to herself like a mantra.

Her phone pinged the arrival of an email. Her breath caught in her throat as she glanced at the screen, only to release it when she realized it wasn’t Ethan. Check-in for the return flight was now open.

Cassie thought about it, clicked on the email, waited for the website to load and logged in to complete the process. She quickly changed her assigned seating, likely beside Ethan’s, selecting a single seat at the back of the first-class cabin.

She reminded herself that it was better this way and, as a precaution, took a screenshot of the confirmation message.

That done, she grabbed her bag, checked that her conference pass was tucked inside, and left the hotel room with her morose mood behind.

She could do this, she consoled herself as she stepped into the elevator. She was a Valentine, for Christ’s sake! Perseverance was practically the family motto!

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Ethan glanced surreptitiously at Cassie. This was the first time he’d been alone with her since that night on the balcony. He’d caught glimpses of her weaving through the crowds, but aside from texts to coordinate their departure, she’d been out of touch.

They were in the back of a cab heading to the airport for their early morning flight, dawn breaking through the rain clouds that had moved in overnight. She was staring out the window; her face turned away from him, lost in her thoughts.

He’d worried about seeing her as they met in the lobby after check-out. Concerned that she’d mention what had happened between them. Demand that they discuss it or reproach him for taking advantage of her, something.

But she hadn’t done any of those things; she just gave him a small smile and walked out the revolving doors.

His gaze had sharpened at her calm, practically indifferent attitude. As if twenty-four before, he hadn’t cupped her breasts in his palms, thumbed her nipples or devoured her lips.

Ethan thought it was for the best. They didn’t need to say anything that hadn’t already been said. This time away from time was coming to an end. When they returned to Boston, things would go back to normal.

He was an attending. She was a resident. Strictly professional.

A/N2: Want to know what happened once they returned to Boston? Check out Words We Never Say.

When I planned this series, I wanted to ensure it fit within the narrative of previous Miami-adjacent fics: Out of Control, SOS: A Text Fic (last section) and Words We Never Say. This way, it's a continuation and not a stand-alone.

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[merv606]

Such a cute image but I can’t see Terry letting him outside without being properly dressed 😆

Even if it meant playing the gentleman!

…

Alright, but I raise you: Daniel was properly dressed for an outside stroll, but the unseasonably warm weather took a run for the cold suddenly. Terry sees Daniel cuddling in on himself a little and acts the gentleman…

“You’re cold. Let’s go inside—“

“No, no please.” Daniel says shivering a little. “I’d like to stay out. It’s beautiful out here. All the fresh air….”

Terry looks him over and then steps in. Daniel tilts his head up, his eyes wide, and Terry smiles. “Alright. But I won’t have you shivering like this. Here-“

He shrugs off his jacket and places it over Daniel’s shoulders. Terry buttons the topmost button, the one at his throat, smooths down the front, and pulls Daniel in close. The jacket is much too big for him, and bunches around his small frame. Terry puts a finger under Daniel’s chin and gently pushes his head up so their eyes can meet. He feels his boy’s breath hitch between them.

“I don’t want you to be cold ever again, Danny.” Terry says lowly. “Let me keep you warm.”

👆🏻👌🏻

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

Yes, but this whole story is fishy. Just my opinion, first the story of the receipt pic changed (the pic is weird af) and one day (!) later this pic was posted. // Don't forget that at the start the guy didn't see Alba then, after the receipt, he saw them together dining multiple evenings. And again they want to be private but the boss take the pic and exposes it in the local??

Exactly and I'm questioning the pics especially if the braless pic is recent. It's a picture of a framed picture (it looks framed to me). I agree you can just print out a photo but immediately frame it? 🤔Why are both pics so weird? The receipt is a screenshot of snapchat. Why? Why not placing the receipt on a table and take a clear pic of it? And the second one, why not taking out the pic of the frame and take a pic of it or ask the boss if he can send it to you?👆🏻

[melis-writes]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=392x-baFg4s

Hi! I wanted to bring up this video about why Michael changed since it was recommended to me by YouTube and I watched it out of curiosity (even though I already know the answer), and I was disappointed by the credit it gives Apollonia’s death. I don’t care for how the YouTuber claims that the Sicily sequence shows us how much Michael “loves” Apollonia- all it shows is him playing the role that he must in that society in order to marry her (and therefore be allowed to relieve himself in a socially acceptable way due to desperation, as we know 🤢). None of it seemed like a natural display of chemistry or frankly even behavior (I’m aware of what he says in Part III about loving her, but the thing about storytelling is that you’re supposed to show, not tell). The two of them kinda just seemed to be going through the motions throughout the whole thing tbh. We know what he wants (which should’ve been made clearer in the film), and we can figure out what she wants based on how she only smiles at Michael once she touches the golden necklace he gives her. I’m aware we get that one scene of them bonding (which only proves what she also wanted was freedom) but besides that, it honestly proves nothing- if anything, I bet if they met under normal circumstances, Michael would’ve been like a big brother figure to Apollonia and taught her some American things, and at most they would’ve been friends (since I’d even argue that romantically, she is not his type, and honestly how do we know Apollonia even likes men at all and wasn’t giving into comphet? Lmao). To call what they had “love” and then credit her death for his change is stupid and cringe imo.

Anyway, moving on to the YouTuber’s next point, I’d say Michael seems different when he returns to Kay due to all the trauma that keeps occurring in his life and how he keeps bottling it up inside, not because he’s mourning a teen he only knew for a few weeks. Trauma has been proven to wear on people over time who feel like they’re losing their support system and aren’t expressing their emotions in a healthy way. He also is closed off to Kay because he’s ashamed of what he’s done- it reminds me of that scene from The Lion King in which Simba is hesitant to tell Nala what he’s been through out of fear that she’ll turn away from him. Again, all this could’ve been explained better through dialogue and framing.

Finally, I disagree with the YouTuber’s speculation that Michael would’ve stayed in Sicily with Apollonia for a few years if Sonny didn’t die. We know Michael was bored out of his mind there so I don’t think he’d stay there just for her. Besides, I don’t think that their relationship would even last that long lmao. I don’t get why people give this random teen he wanted to sleep with so much credit for his development 💀💀💀. At first I sort of believed in the ship due how the shippers are so good at gaslighting, but then I finally started using my brain lol. Again, I also blame the movie itself for how it inaccurately adapted this whole arc from the book.

Speaking of the book, I’ve only read excerpts of it, but I recall Michael saying to Vito that he sought revenge not only for Sonny and Apollonia, but also because it’s the right thing to do. I think it just boils back to Michael taking things personally and having that sense of justice that never seemed to fully leave him. For all we know, he was angry due to being betrayed (like you’ve pointed out in one of your posts) and felt bad that an innocent life that he knew was taken due his own carelessness. Anyway, I know that this is long but I wanted to share my thoughts on this video since I enjoy discussing this franchise! Hope you have a great day!

“I don’t get why people give this random teen he wanted to sleep with so much credit for his development.”

THIS. This right here. 👆🏻 At this point, it’s almost annoying as to how obsessed people are with the whole Michael and Apollonia thing. It literally mentions in the book that Michael couldn’t even go near Apollonia if he wanted to, that marriage was the custom to do anything with a woman and Michael even wondered why people continued to believe/do these things when he compared it to the culture in the USA. It was extreme for Michael but as you said, he was bored. It literally mentions he. Was. Bored.

Michael was wandering the countryside every day with his bodyguards trying to see the country and entertain himself, but he was utterly bored. Everyday he waited for word from his father to come back lmao he didn’t want to be in Sicily. In all that time, he was also thinking about what he did and he thought of Kay everyday, assuming she also must have put two and two together and ended up hating him, but that didn’t stop Michael from continuing to wonder about her. In the book it also mentions Michael felt bad for leaving Kay behind with a word. He wondered what she was doing a lot.

There’s a lot of scenes in the book where Michael and Kay have sex. A lot. 😂 So it made sense to see in the book that Michael was not just bored, but horny. He only wanted to “possess” Apollonia, keep her to himself and Michael didn’t care for her personality or her shyness. He was solely fixated on her looks and wanted to please her and her family (mind you, Apollonia’s father was so happy his daughter’s beauty got them a rich, powerful groom) and so all Michael mentions is Apollonia’s physical aspect. During breakfast, Michael gets jealous enough to want to hurt Apollonia’s brother because he made her laugh. That’s not love, that’s an intense lust and toxic desire. 🥴

And when Michael married Apollonia, all he continued to talk about was her looks, despite Apollonia being nervous about the wedding night and wanting her mother to stay the night too. And then it goes on to mention that for a week or two straight, Michael kept Apollonia with him in the house and the word “sex slave” was mentioned in the sense that Michael basically did nothing but have sex with her all the time.

There is literally no love between these two and everyone knows it. There’s ships, and then there’s this weird, obsessive gaslighting, major misogynistic Kay slander thing going on where everyone wants Michael and this 17 year old to be soulmates so bad that apparently Apollonia turned him into such a cruel, cold man. Okay, please… 😂😂😂 I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one that finds this actually fucking ridiculous. It’s delusional.

The book mentions Michael loved two things: His father and Kay. That’s it. Watching the Sicily sequence on film is so annoying because you can see Francis deliberately tried to make it a love story gone wrong (coupled with gaslighting shippers now on the internet) even though that wasn’t Mario Puzo’s intention.

Michael’s entire relationship with Apollonia is predatory and because of him, she died. He ruined Apollonia’s life and Apollonia and her family are shitty in their own sense because they wanted Michael for his power and money. That’s literally all there is to it.

A lot of people also forget Michael didn’t go see Kay until a year after he returned to the US. He was working in the family business with Vito and it’s very obvious at that point that Michael will succeed his father as Don.

Michael and Apollonia were never in love with each other. I for once would like to hear someone point out how Apollonia loves Michael. (Spoiler alert: she doesn’t.) Everyone looooooves talking about how Michael loves Apollonia, but never if Apollonia loves Michael. How does that work? Lmao. And if Kay constantly has to be mentioned and slandered, then I think it’s already obvious… 🥴

Thank you for sharing this analysis with me!! 😂❤️ I loved it! You’re absolutely right and I agree with you. Of course, everyone can interpret Michael’s changes differently but I mean… Once I read the book and saw that no, Apollonia had no effect on Michael’s change, I’m like… 👁️👄👁️ it was Sonny’s death that changed Michael and I will die on this hill.

[oscarangelreysoto]

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[kindwarrior]

👆🏻this is some remarkably flawed reasoning

1. After decades of the Mena, Arkansas drug cartel (CIA) controlling the POTUS from 1988 to 2016 through both “D”s and “R”s (Bush, Clinton, Bush and Obama — and note: the cartel controlled both candidates from the Bush vs Gore* election until 2016), it’s ridiculous to frame this as D vs R rivalry. Since Clinton’s second term, wherein Hillary got the FBI files on all the sitting members of congress and used it to purge the House and Senate (through blackmail, threats and wet work) of authentic opposition to the cartel’s power, the “establishment” “R”s have functioned as the “controlled opposition”, serving the same masters, the cartels, as the “D”s, but providing the needed illusion that the elections mattered and Republic remained intact.

At the time of the shooting Trump had not yet named a VP. Without a VP (and unless that VP was as committed to MAGA as Trump) the MAGA movement would loose it’s traction in the Republican Party, allowing the “controlled opposition” (Carl Rove, Liz Chaney, Lindsey Graham, etc.) faction to regain control of the party and run a cartel controlled candidate. Biden’s toast and the cartel doesn’t care, very much, which party as long as it’s a candidate they control. Trump’s assassination, coupled with Biden’s cognitive gaffes and “bullseye on Trump” comment would have provided ample pretext for a “change of batter” in the DNC while providing the insurance of a cartel friendly candidate in the RNC.

* — Gore was the cartel’s preferred candidate in 2000 but they had leverage on Bush Jr. so no big hiccup when their guy lost Florida but it warned them they needed better control of election results. Hence the Florida controversy became the pretext for moving away from paper ballots to Dominion electronic tabulation.

2. All of this is true enough but I’m pretty sure the cartel is worried about the blowback of sticking with Biden. They’ve been building the narrative of retiring Biden for some time now, hoping to scapegoat the DNCs increasingly bad reputation on him before introducing their new candidate.

3. This gets into science fiction. Someone caught a picture of the air turbulence of the bullet whizzing past the president’s ear. Remember the shooter did not have a bipod on his rifle nor a wind gage. At over 400’, I don’t know of any marksman that could have pulled of a grazing shot like that on purpose (either they’d have missed completely or inadvertently killed their target 99 times out of 100). So you either have to assume amazingly accurate marksmanship with Trump, balls of tempered steel, risking his life with this low probability marksman stunt, just to get a visual -or- some studio magic trick involving fake blood, fake bullets, the deliberate murder of bystanders and some magic method of adding bullet turbulence to smartphone photos or, the most probable, Trump’s unexpected and unscripted turn of the head to address a chart turned a kill shot into a grazing ear shot.

Also note: The director of the Secret Service (Kimberly Cheatle), an anti-Trump Biden appointee, replaced Trump’s regular security detail with a largely green unit, for unexplained reasons, just for this event. She had previously, inexplicably, reduced the size of the Secret Service protecting Trump. I could go down the path of her likely involvement in this assassination attempt (because I believe she was involved) but I don’t have to, to make my point: it would be difficult, if not impossible, for Trump to orchestrate a staged assassination attempt when the Secret Service assigned to him were all total strangers, just brought in for this event, leaving the Trump campaign unfamiliar with who they are and what their procedures would be.

Let the theories start to roll!!

But I was wondering the same thing last night!!

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[jentlemahae]

Chaennie concert buddies —> Rosé gets tickets to The Eras tour —> She invites Jennie to come with her —> They both get to go backstage and meet Taylor —> Jennie and Taylor in the same frame

U GET ITTTTTTT 👆🏻👆🏻👆🏻 next step: we lock them up in a studio and get vigilante shit ft chaennie

[kateandthediamonds]

Talking about Catherine taking photos, I really want to see Catherine take Williams birthday photos❤️

YES PLEASE YES!!!!

Imagine all the pictures she took of him during their 21 years together🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Here’s a few times she was spotted snapping pics of William:

I think this 👆🏻 picture is the one they framed and put in their reception room at KP

Here’s the proud wife snapping pics of her hubby landing a heli on water

And the one he chose to present The Earthshot Prize🤍

[sultrybaby]

Notes: @goldenhypen bestie the ending sucks ass and I am also still working on dialogue (the problem with not doing narratives) BUT I really enjoyed this fic my heart rate and imagination really went 👈🏻👇🏻☝🏻👉🏻👆🏻 (I blame Jake) and I hope there is some part of it that appeals to you too. Thank you for being patient and actually reading these <33

how about a fic about jealous/protective!jake? him and the reader could be dating already or not, but maybe smth where some other guy hits on you and jake gets all protective. i just rlly love that kind of trope it makes me get butterflies idk sjdjjdj

Fifteen minutes of absolute boredom might seem unlikely in a huge crowd, but here you were, bored out of your ass at one of the biggest parties you had ever set your foot on. The music was so loud that you had gotten used to feeling deaf, and the urge to pull out your phone for the umpteenth time almost pained your heart as frustration reached its peak.

Red, red, pretty red was the only colour you could see- almost as if you were wearing some painfully saturated shades. Red lips crashed onto red drinks scattered around the floor illuminated by the red light. Air conditioning was long wasted as heat cut through the crowd- not that it seemed to matter, as the number of bodies clinging and snogging seemed to multiply in thirds every succeeding minute. You would be lying if you said the drink in your hand hadn't fueled the temptation to partake in passionate kisses, but a part of you was definite in the matter that you would not make the first move if your life depended on it. The slightest movements on your part seemed to induce faint dizziness, so it took a bit of willpower to crane your neck to be met with the sight of your best friend! Jake is in a group full of what you assumed to be close friends. In a more aware state, you might have noticed a tinge of discomfort in his body language, but all you could see now was your friend is more than content with where he stood, and your social battery (that already beeped a vivid 6%) was not going to walk over and risk interacting with all those people just to get your best friend to talk. Tearing your eyes away from the scene, the old, red view you were expecting to be met with was now replaced by a tall man with a pretty glass.

His frame was huge, broad shoulders engulfing and effectively blurring everything else going on in your surroundings. Contrast was established between his wide torso and slim waist, which gave way to a long, lean pair of legs. He was beautiful...too beautiful compared to your nullified background. Your eyes are met with crescents that looked so sweet it could rival paintings of the moon, and as his eyes roam your figure, there is an obvious tilt from sweet to curious to hungry- but you couldn't care less. In front of you was a gorgeous man, and inside of you was uncontrollable boredom and tension waiting to be released.

Both of you moved in a step closer.

"You're a little too pretty to be out here, baby," the man declares, almost cooing at the obvious size difference.

"You're a little too pretty to look at me," you bit back, your third glass was now empty of substance, and your mind would hold no memory of anything that happened henceforth.

Another step closer, breaths now mingling.

"Oh I know how pretty you will look...," he started, the remaining more than just predictable to anyone sober enough to take a hint. His eyes now blared red- as if he took it in from the ambience and spat it out-and as they roamed over your figure for not the first time, your own was on the verge of not being able to see anything.

A hand slips through your side as an all to familiar neck invites you in.

"You think it's funny, Carlos, to prey on drunk girls?" Jake's voice oozes suppressed anger, his question was almost a shout. He holds you in close, praying that the image of you looking up at the opposing man in adoration could be erased out of his head. His heart aches with jealousy as he tries not to let it out on Carlos.

"It doesn't matter, she'll enjoy it-"

Jake's punch echoes through the party house, creating the illusion of almost pin-drop silence.

"Watch what you say about my girl, man."

Jake's hands unconsciously covers you protectively. He gives one Carlos one last look before gently carrying your now unconscious figure back to the car, not even waiting for a response.

A while later, the same night.

Jake has been staring, and he is well aware of it. Your peaceful sleeping figure clothed in that pretty outfit you chose so excitedly was so captivating- all the pent up feelings ached to burst through his skin. His long, slender hands reached to rub your head, re-positioning it to not hit anywhere during the car ride home. And as he stares at your pretty face, he realizes what it was that caused the prince to fall in love with sleeping beauty on sight. His heart thumping, bad decisions a glowing stop sign taking over his mind, he gently lunges forward. Cupping your face gently, as if you were the most prized possession, he looks at your figure one more time, before closing the distance. Lips locked in adoration as Jake felt happier than ever before.

[oscarangelreysoto]

“El cielo protector” Painting from the series “The Sheltering Sky” based on the books by Paul Bowles: “Your mistake is to be afraid. That is the big mistake. The signs are given to us for our good, not for our evil. But if you are afraid, you misinterprets them and turns them into bad things that should have been good.” #Paulbowles 125 x 3 x 125 cm #Plaster, acrylic paint and tempera on broken burlap, handmade frame with recycled materials and rope. For sale at @pictoclub Direct link avobe 👆🏻 Pintura de la serie “The Sheltering Sky” basada en los libros de Paul Bowles: “Tu error es tener miedo. Ese es el gran error. Las señales nos son dadas para nuestro bien, no para nuestro mal. Pero si tienes miedo, las malinterpretas y las conviertes en cosas malas cuando deberían haber sido buenas”. #Paulbowles 125 x 3 x 125 cm Escayola, pintura acrílica y temple sobre arpillera rota, bastidor echo a mano con materiales reciclados y cuerda. A la venta en @pictoclub Enlace directo arriba 👆🏻 #travelbooks#oscarrey#oscarangelreysoto#teapot#art#arte#fineart#verano#greekvase#artgallery#contemporaryart#sun#sketchbook#windowview#painting#artistonInstagram#contemporary#books#plants#Malerei#Zeichnung#burlap#fineart#vase#artiststudio (hier: Berlin, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnL6DbPolzz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[imagine-all-the-people]

Ruby Bridges was the first African-American child to desegregate the all-white William Frantz Elementary School in Louisiana during the New Orleans school desegregation crisis on November 14, 1960.

People afraid of the truth today… 👆🏻

“The Problem We All Live With” is a painting by Norman Rockwell that was considered an iconic image of the Civil Rights Movement in the United States. Because of threats of violence against 6 year old Ruby Bridges, she is escorted by four deputy U.S. marshals; the painting is framed so that the marshals' heads are cropped at the shoulders. On the wall behind her are written the racial slur "ni**er" and the letters "KKK"; a smashed and splattered tomato thrown against the wall is also visible.

The white protesters are not visible, as the viewer is looking at the scene from their point of view.

[arttrco]

Original Painting 🎨🖌 Artwork of #dextergordon Link in Bio 👆🏻 Original oil painting on canvas, %100 handmade. Streched on wood frame, ready to hang, you have no needs to frame it. Artwork Description Artist: Reşat Demirkol, a Saxophone Player and an artist Artwork of Dexter Gordon, Jazz Saxophone Player Type: Painting Conditions: Hand Painted, One of kind, Absolutely Original, Unique Material: Oil on Canvas Dimensions: 35cm x 50cm, 14inch x 20inch Year: 2017 The painting is signed on the front by the artist and %100 guaranteed. *Freeshipping worldwide. We will ship out the painting via express mail service. Thanks for visiting our artstore <3 Artwork of #dextergordon , #jazzart #jazzlover #saxophone #art #originalpainting #oilpainting (Newyork) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf4NcRAI4Ue/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tractorbeamofwoe]

like i said after the reading set, someone pls take van to see a psychiatrist/therapist so he can finally, at the ripe age of 29 get diagnosed with adult adhd… jokes aside he clearly shows symptoms for it at like somebody said before, adhd tends to go hand in hand with other issues but especially mental health related shit. not to speculate too much here but i do think that van especially in the last few years has probably suffered from anxiety and other mental health stuff. i think that if they didn’t have to take a break from touring because of covid, the chances are high that he would have had a burnout sooner rather than later.

This 👆🏻👆🏻 but I hope over the pandemic he’s sort of gotten to know himself better and has found ways to like cope I guess. I just hate thinking about the fact they went straight in at the deep end on Friday when I suppose none of them were in the right frame of mind to do it (but obvs leeds was better so things are all sunshine and rainbows with them for now)