A fine brilliant yellow Spitalfields brocaded silk robe à l'Anglaise, circa 1750,
Woven with brightly coloured large scale oriental poppies, posies and swags, the ground figured with arabesques and wine silk spotted cartouches, the robe with linen lining to bodice, pleated front robings, double tiered engageants with bows, the hem lined in fine yellow silk; with matching petticoat front panel trimmed with pinked furbelows; and a stomacher trimmed with rosettes and braid
-how to love ourselves
-why we love who we love
-how to find the right partner
-understanding form and how it relates to the figure
-art history and foreshortening
-WORLD OF WARCRAFT (WOW) (WARCRAFT) TOP TEN VANILLA ITEMS THAT I FUCKED IN THE PUSSY
-contrast negative space and figure ground
-guide to cross-hatching
-how we can be happy
-understanding our pasts
-WORLD OF WARCRAFT (WOW)(WORLD)(WARCRAFT) TOP SEVEN TIMES I HAD VAGINAL INTERCOURSE WITH ITEMS THAT WERE IN THE GAME WHEN THERE WERENT EXPANSION PACKS
-understanding the writing of kafka
-western european art history: classical and neoclassical periods
-contrapposto and the figure
-WORLD OF WARCRAFT (WOW ) FIVE TIMES I HAD SEX IN THE PUSSY WITH VANILLA WORLD OF WARCRAFT ITEMS
*swings upside down from whatever you were standing in front of* HI! I'm American Psycho! *waves and ends up sliding off and falling down to ground*
The reason said figure fell towards the ground was because Dark had pushed them. Not with his hands, of course not. He did not want to bother dirtying his skin and having to spend hours picking away whatever grime had hit them. No, he had simply… willed them to fall. The reason why? The fool had decided that they would be leaning upon his desk. He bent himself down in order to tentatively check every grain of his wood, ensuring not an inch had been altered or scratched. After a tense moment, he sighed in relief, and swung himself around, glaring them down possessively.
“You best be very CaRefUL who’s things you prod around here, lovely. Mess up one Figments things and you’ll have a kitchen knife lodged into that pretty jugular of yours. Mess with another Figments things and you’ll be locked in their room being persuaded about the importance of manners.”
His voice was strong and commanding, like a father scolding their child. He was older than anyone else, after all, with the fact that Figments were endless creations of the mind not defined by age who may have been created and ended hundreds upon hundreds of times. But he digressed.
Man, this took a lot longer than it should have! We won’t delve into why the release of this page took so long (you can click here if you want a crash course), we will simply concentrate on the now.
I started writing the script back in early-mid December 2016, back when I had a completely different artist working with me on the project, and when we didn’t know a lot about the Underworld (then again, even after the book, we still don’t know what exactly is there outside of what the basic, seemingly partial geography is in comparison to Mewni). Right out of the gate, you’ll notice that its denizens live in a city that look a lot more modern in comparison to the kingdom above ground; I figured that since Tom has modern stuff (such as arcade cabinets) in his room, why not the entire land… or should I say “cavern”?
I, and the artists, have come up with a whole history about the Underworld, from why they have a modern-looking infrastructure, to why you have humans like Brian/Mr.Candle being in contact with the Lucitors, if not living there in some form or fashion. Obviously, we won’t go into detail, but we’re mentioning this to show that we’ve left no stone unturned when it comes to worldbuilding/minor details.
Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except
for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had
wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can
trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at
her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best
friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions
when it was the other way around.
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: Why did I even bother to write a cliffhanger for last part? It’s so pointless, I literally update this story every day or every two days, I played myself - again!
Warnings: trouble in paradise; swearing; hurt; comfort; i’m not good at warnings and I always forget them
She croaked out, finally spotting his huddled figure on the ground,
leaning against the back of the couch.
hands shot up to cover her mouth as she saw his bloodied, battered
face, covered in fresh wounds layering the old ones. She dropped to
the ground, falling right on her knees. Her brain vaguely processed
the physical pain, because her heart ache was so great at this sight,
that any other kind of pain was barely worth acknowledging.
Mara cried out, reaching out a hand to touch him but he seemed to be
hurt all over and she feared she would hurt him by a simple touch.
**Sequel to “Imagine being Bruce’s sibling and working at Arkham and dating Jonathan Crane while he was working there,” and “Imagine Bruce trying to make you break up with Jonathan Crane.“ [x] and [x]**
Imagine Bruce trying to convince you that you mean nothing to Jonathan.
“Look at him, [f/n], he’s a psychopath!
You flinched as Batman threw the hooded figure on the ground in front of you, your entire body trembling with fear.
“Do you understand at all what a psychopath is?” the masked vigilante demanded, his voice a gravelly snarl. “A psychopath does not feel emotions. They do not feel love. They fake it. They lie and they manipulate and they do not give a damn about anyone but themselves.”
Tears pricked your vision, “That’s not true!”
Batman ripped the hood off of Jonathan, grabbing a handful of the man’s hair and forcing him to face you. “Look at him, [f/n]!” he snapped. “This man does not love you!”
“You don’t know that!” you whimpered, unable to look at your boyfriend. His eyes were so cold and baleful as he gazed up at Batman that you shivered, squeezing your eyes shut. This wasn’t Jonathan, was it? This wasn’t him.
The Batman’s gloved hand grasped your chin, jerking your head around to face Jonathan again. You whimpered, tears streaking your cheeks as he held you there.
“Tell [f/n] the truth, Crane,” the vigilante snarled, the threat in his voice clear.
Jonathan worked his jaw back and forth, scowling. When he spoke, his words were like ice, frigid and uncaring. “A sound diagnoses.”
‘You fucking smug as shit ghost, stop laughing at my every attempt to kick you out! We’re obviously stuck together because there’s no way I’m moving out, I bought the place, damn it, so stop cackling and let’s figure out some ground rules, or I’ll put on that movie you so obviously hate on repeat for the entire week, got it?’ au
Play Arts Kai Metal Gear Solid V: Ground Zeroes – Venom Snake Figures
The first one shown there is the Splitter version, it will be out May this year and will cost $82 retail. The second one shown is a Amazon Japan Exclusive “Gold Tiger” Version, its due to be released in June for $88(http://www.amazon.co.jp/gp/product/B00VHK45R6/)
Both figures(while the same), are only distinguishable by their colors, and both come with the usual accessories for this Snake
Thats 100 posts from me. I would like to personally thank my followers too. You guys are great
Summary: Y/N injures Negan accidentally.
She slept deeply, and then she heard a sound.
Someone tried to open her door.
She was immediately awake and jumped out of her bed.
She walked quietly to the door, took a gas-lamp in her hand and was ready to hit.
The door was opened and someone came in quietly.
She did not recognize who it was, because it was very dark in the room and she banged the gas lamp on its head.
The figure fell to the ground and groaned.
It was a male voice.
She immediately lighted her lighter and …
“Negan,” she said, shocked.
“Hi doll,” he said, holding his head.
Y / N cleaned Negan’s wound on his head.
“Ahhh” he moaned
“Shut up, that’s all your fault”
“Why is that my fault, I did not do anything”
She bandaged his head.
Now he turned to her.
“Do you know what, sometimes I really think you are a psychopath, you try to break into my room and you still say that you have not done anything”
“Oh come on you exaggerate this, I wanted to visit you”
She put her hand on her forehead and shook her head.
“Ok ok you got me, I really wanted to ask you something”
“Negan I’ve told you no”
“But why, you do not have to collect points and I can give you security”
“I can give myself a very great security, don’t worry, but if I were your only wife and you would stop killing people without a reason, I maybe would say yes, but because you will never change yourself, I will never accept your marriage proposal”
He shook his head.
“You are really difficult”
“I know,” she said, smiling.
“Ahh “he held his head again.
“You have a pretty strong hand,” he said, laughing.
“You also have a pretty hard head, look at the gas lamp, I’ve hit so hard on your head, it has not even a scratch”
She pointed to the gas lamp.
“Can you cook noodles with cheese sauce tomorrow please?”
She shook her head and laughed
“You are like a little child”
“Yes, but I am your little child”
(Gif is not mine)