art piece gallery

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aesthetic attraction is not the same as romantic attraction or sexual attraction. it’s like seeing an art piece in an art gallery that you are just blown away by. you think it is absolutely beautiful. you don’t want to marry the painting or kiss the painting, you don’t want to have sex with the painting. you just think the painting is really nice to look at. that is aesthetic attraction.

Been wanting to do some fanart for this guy ever since I met him in Nuka World. Finally got around to it.

I remember I was pissed at him for mocking me as I ran around the Kiddie kingdom, but when I finally saw him I was like “Oh no, he’s cooool!” Also, he’s really sad. So I gave him some slack.

anonymous asked:

57 year old Dizzee and 58 year old Thor getting married in 2016

technically they were already married bc thor proposed when they were 23 but when gay marriage gets legalized dizzee takes this as his turn to propose.

how he does it? i can’t decide but it would either be really artsy and semi dramatic (im thinking a big art piece in their gallery or a sky writer) or really simple while they’re on a walk/date in a park eating chinese food and talking about the stars

do they have a wedding? idk dude it’s one of those things where they either go big or its real simple (but if they do have a big wedding yolanda and adele are planning it)

My piece for the Van Eaton Gallery’s “Moosylvania: A Group Art Show Tribute to Jay Ward” Which opens Saturday March 1st at 6:00pm! Be sure to stop by and check out a grip of Awesome art!

I did my piece of Rocky and Bullwinkle! Jay Wards work is one of my biggest influences! So much appeal and silliness!

The piece if Gouache on Illustration Board 5" x 5"

Greek Week-Part Three

A/N: Thank you all so much for all the kind feedback! This part is just a filler I’m afraid but it gives you an insight to Omega Chi!

Prologue, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Epilogue

word count: 1016

Drive Day came and went, allowing Alpha Sigma Phi to catch you up.

Whilst your sorority had donated the most items for the Food Drive, Calum lead his fraternity to victory by getting every single member to donate to the Blood Drive, and somehow getting them all to find some things for the Toy Drive that was run for the various children’s charities. He didn’t miss the opportunity to gloat, calling you that night inviting you over to the celebratory party he and his frat were having. You’d declined, telling him you had plans with Omega Chi. He’d asked if the fact Alpha Sig had won the day meant he’d lost his trial, to which you’d rolled your eyes and told him to have a good time, his laugh being the last thing you’d heard before you hung up.

And you hadn’t lied, you really did have plans with your sisters.

“So, what’s the battle plan?” Roxana asked, starting the official planning session for the next day; Academic Achievements. You waited for the talk to die down in the lounge, and the TV to turn off before you spoke.

“Right, everyone knows which competition they’ve been entered for right?” You ask, looking up from the notebook on your knees. You sat on the floor whilst your sisters took various places on the sofa and in the surrounding area. You were thankful your house was open plan, it meant you could all fit in one room. When a chorus of yes’ reached your ears, you sighed in relief. “Okay, good. So, I’m just going to check everything is ready, because we need to win tomorrow. Tomorrow’s the last day we know who’s in the lead, after that all results are kept secret, we need to get ahead whilst we can. Alpha Sig mean business, and we can’t afford to let ourselves slip because we feel too comfortable.”

“Your new found friendship with Hood not giving us an advantage.” Meg calls, a chorus of giggles erupting around you. Before you can respond however, Rox had already launched a cushion across the room, and it smacked the blonde in the face. “What the hell Rox?”

“No one gets to make fun of Y/N about Calum.” She glares, effectively silencing the muttering. “Except me of course.”

“Anyway.” Meg’s mouth shuts as you interrupt, sighing at the glare she sent at your best friend. “Meg, have you, Isla and Tiffany got your art pieces ready for the gallery?”

“Yep, and we’ll take them at 8 am sharp to the Oak Building.”

“Good.” You nod, putting a small tick beside the bullet point. “Right, Rox, Leah, Gemma and Simone, you guys are prepared for the Poetry Slam right?”

“Affirmative Boss.” Rox smirks at you. “I had never experienced such a feeling of confidence, but it brought me no closer to my goal of eternal happiness.”

“Alright Wordsworth.” You rolled your eyes. “Save it for tomorrow.”

You made your way through your list, checking everyone was prepared for their respective events. You were relieved each question was met with a confident yes, and you knew you weren’t the only one who felt the weight of living up to your title on your shoulders.

“So that’s everything.” You smile, cocking an eyebrow when Rox coughed pointedly. “What?”

“Are you prepared?” She asked, causing everyone to snicker. “Been practising your sums Miss President?”

“Yeah, one plus one is four right?” You joke, everyone laughing as you stand, them taking it as their cue they were free to leave. “You know I’ve got the Maths Race in the bag.”

“Got any idea who any of us are up against?”

“You know as well as I do Cal will have put Luke up against me for Maths.” You tell her, the two of you heading back to your room. “I assume he’ll be at the Poetry Slam with you. Ashton’s probably going to have done something for the Art Show, and I bet Michael’s leading a group into the History Competition. Apart from that, the other houses are wildcards, as are the rest of Alpha Sig.”

“What’s the point in you being with the enemy if you know none of his tactics?” Rox’s sigh is playful, and you can’t help but gin as she nudges you lightly. “So, how is lover boy? Still dreamy?”

Any response is cut off by your phone ringing, your eyes darting down to see Calum’s name. Roxana chuckles, taking the notebook from your arm and falling onto your bed as you answer.

“Hello?”

“Y/N! Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” Calum’s speech is slurred, and you can’t stop the laughter falling from your lips. He whines in protest, going to say something else before he cuts himself off with a shout “I just want to tell her that I-”

“Good evening Y/N, how are you?” A new voice asks, clearly more sober than Cal.

“Good Luke, you?” You grin, ignoring the way Rox looks at you with surprise.

“Not bad.” He chuckles, Calum’s protests still in the background. “Wondering what kind of love potion Cal slipped you, considering you’re giving him a chance.”

“Must have been in the vodka the other day.”

“Apparently so.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks. “Just thought I’d tell you not to worry about your boyfriend, I’ll get him to bed safely.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Not yet.” Luke practically sings down the phone. “See you tomorrow, can’t wait to beat your ass.”

“Dream on Hemmings.” You laugh, before Calum gains his phone again. “You going to be alright tomorrow?”

“I make better poetry hungover.” He tells you, before sighing. “I’m sleepy Angel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright Hood.” You grin, bidding him goodnight before hanging up. You fall onto your bed beside Roxana, the smile still plastered on your face. “Don’t say a word.”

“Fat chance.” She scoffs, knee knocking against yours. “You’ve fallen for him you know.”

“Yeah.” You nod, twisting your head to grin at her, Roxana’s own lips pulled up into a smile. “I know.”