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                                      Flowers In Art (Series 1)

1. Willem van Aelst, Still-Life with Flowers 

2. Antique still life flower, Anna Elisabeth Ruysch

3. Arnoldus Bloemers, Still-Life

4. A Still Life of Roses and other Flowers in a Metal Vase on a Marble Ledge, Jacob Bogdani 

5. Still-Life, Cornelis Van Spaendonck

6. Flowers in a Glass Vase, Flowers in a Glass Vase 

7. Floral Still Life, Georgius Jacobus Johannes van Os

8. Flowers in a glass vase, butterfly and beetle on a stone ledge, Nicolaes van Veerendael

9. A Bunch of Flowers, Pierre-Joseph Redoute

10. A Bouquet Of Red Pink And White Peonies , Pierre-Joseph Redoute


Rowan, Lorcan & Manon: I am a machine of Death and I will mercilessly rain destruction wherever I go.

Aelin, Elide & Dorian: Look babe, a butterfly!

Rowan, Manon & Lorcan:

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Need You Now

A Taron Edgerton FanFiction - By Jamie Mac

**Mature themed

Originally posted by glad-dylan-and-taron-came

(Y/N) twirled the phone between her fingers. The screen flashed, then darkened, flashed, then darkened. She pictured his face. Every small detail was etched into her memory. His dimples. His blue-green eyes. The mole that was centered on this neck. She could feel his skin under her fingertips as she ran them along his jawline. The scruff that would tickle her when she pressed her lips against his. She reached for the whiskey bottle that sat on the table next to her. She poured herself a drink, careful to not spill the liquid over the rim of the shot glass. The glass was cool against her skin as she tipped her head back, allowing the liquid to burn down her throat. She poured another, the burning less intense. Another shot soon followed and she could feel her senses loosening. She glanced at the phone, it’s screen now dark. She touched it, the light illuminating her face. She found his number, hesitating only briefly before she allowed herself to call him.

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anonymous asked:

hey hello! sorry to bother but i've been trying to find an old gta v video, and i wanna see if you can help me ;v; its probably one of vanoss'. at one point wildcat(i think) is changing his headwear and says something like "glasses, no glasses, glasses, no glasses, HAT!". do you know which one it is? thanks!

I know that video, but I can’t seem to search it. :( 

Either Vanoss made it private or something, but I’m pretty sure it’s either after or before this video when that moment of Wildcat happened.

Sorry if I can’t help at all, anon. Can someone help this anon out? Thank you.

ich habe eine Schaffenskriese mein iPhone ging kaputt, und ein neues ist mir zu Teuer, ich will kein Smartphone aus Glas. “Das teuerste Glas beim Fotografieren sollte die Linse sein und nicht die beiden Seiten eines Smartphones.”

I have a creative crisis my iPhone broke down, and a new one is too expensive, I do not want a smartphone made of glass. “The most expensive Glass in photography should be the lens and not the two sides of a smartphone.”

The Hot Glass Team at the Museum has been busy making Tiffany-style flat glass during our special “Tiffany’s Palette” demonstrations happening daily at 3:30pm. See how Tiffany’s artisans would use flat sheets of glass for mosaics in our joint exhibition with The Neustadt Collection of Tiffany Glass (@theneustadt), “Tiffany’s Glass Mosaics,” on view through January 7.

Nerdy Geek or geeky Nerd? - stuff it!…as long as you are so beautiful as you are.“ - Part 24

It is an often-cited cliché that real Nerds do also have crooked teeth, but obviously this cliché is quite true because those Nerds who now have straight teeth, have got braces when they were young and this obviously since braces have been invented, as we can see it on the “historical” picture of the blond guy with the middle parting.

Those smiles with braces are sooo sweet - arn’t they!?

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Love Me Please

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: CEO!AU | Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1872

Author’s Note: I do not own the gif. Credit goes to owner.

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Being the personal assistant of one of Korea’s well known businessman wasn’t easy. Especially, when said businessman was the most morose and irritating person you’ve ever met in your life. To be honest, when you first applied for this job, you did not expect your boss to be a 22-year-old young man. At the beginning, you admired how well he handled his work and company with passion and hard work at such a young age, finding it even attractive to the point where you couldn’t wait to go to work the next morning. Well, that was until he removed that heartwarming smile and showed his true face. Who would have known that said boss was hiding a very conceited personality behind that ‘Oh I’m so hardworking, down to earth and I love my job’ mask? Surprise! You didn’t. Until he started picking at everything you were doing, be it good or bad, giving you harsh comments every now and then, making you want to punch him right in the face. But being the hardworking woman you were, you never gave up and worked even harder, proving to him that no matter what he was doing, you wouldn’t break down as he wished you would.

You name is Y/N, and you are going to show your Boss, Kim Taehyung, that you’re unbreakable.


“Mr. Kim, we need to hurry-“

Before you could end your sentence, you covered your eyes with your hands, turning your head around so fast you thought your neck snapped.

Taking a deep breath, you clenched your jaw tightly and hissed slightly. “Mr. Kim! The dinner starts in 15 minutes, we need to leave now.“

“Babe, why don’t you just kick her out?“ You heard the woman sitting on his lap ask with a high pitched voice, her lips still attached on his neck.

Chuckling at the question, your boss answered with his raspy voice. “Darling, you know I would, but this dinner is important. My dad has obliged me to go there no matter what.“

“But Babe~“ She whined as she pouted her lips.

“I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.“

Gaging at their nicknames for each other, you watched how your boss winked at his–most probably–one night stand as he reached out for his jacket, walking toward you with a smirk plastered on his lips.

Rolling your eyes, you opened the door and stepped out of his office as you were looking down to your planer. When you felt his presence beside you, you started talking. “Chairman Kim wanted me to say that this dinner with Mr. Byun is very important. The last dinner you both had didn’t go well, I know. But please try to make sure to convince him to sign the contract, Sir. Otherwise your father will be mad at you.“

“You’re really talking too much, Y/N.“ Your Boss huffed as he nodded to his driver once to affirm him that he could drive now.

Taking another deep breath, you tried to calm your anger down. “This dinner is important, Mr. Kim. Please, take it seriously.“

Clicking his tongue, he mumbled. “Whatever.“

Looks like tonight was going to be a very stressful and long night.


“But Sir, your father wants you to apologize!“

Glaring at you, Taehyung hissed. “I’m not apologizing, Y/N! You, out of all people, should now that!“

Placing your fingers on your temple, you whispered. “I know, Sir. Mr. Byun wasn’t behaving like a professional either but this is really important for your company. This is the best deal we’ve received for this project and everyone worked really hard on it. Please, do it for your workers, Sir..“

You watched how his eyes softened after hearing your words. Tilting your head a little bit, you looked him expectantly in the eyes. “Hmm?“

Breaking the eye contact, he nodded and mumbled softly. “Okay..“

Smiling triumphantly, you leaned back in your chair. Checking the time on your watch, you confirmed. “It’s already 8 o’clock, he should be here any minute-“

Just before you could end your sentence, Mr. Byun walked up to your table. Nudging your Boss, you whispered. “He’s here.“

Now you just had to do one thing; get the signature.


“Taehyung, my friend, why aren’t you eating?“ Mr. Byun asked as he smirked at your Boss.

Placing a fake smile on his face, Taehyung answered. “I’m not hungry, Mr. Byun.“

“Why did you order food if you’re not hungry. Wait, why do I even care? You’re the one who’s going to pay.“ Mr. Byun laughed shamelessly.

Turning your head to your left, you observerd Taehyung’s face, who, by the way, insisted you should sit beside him. His jaw was clenched and his hands were formed into fists, anger running through his whole body.

The dinner wasn’t going as smoothly as you hoped, the sarky remarks that was leaving Mr. Byun’s mouth turning the atmosphere into an uncomfortable one. Every now and then, you turned your head to your boss and tried to make eye contact with him, making sure that he wouldn’t jump out of his chair and punch Mr. Byun right in the face.

“My lovely Y/N, are you just eating a salad?“

Hearing your name coming out of Mr. Byun’s mouth in such a way, your whole body tensed. “A-Ah, yes. I’m not that hungry,“ you said while forcing a smile.

“Ahh, so you’re taking care of your body, hm?“ He asked again.

“E-Ehm, yeah, yeah..“

“Believe me, sweetheart, I would do the same if I would have such a beautiful body like yours. I wish I had such a beautiful assistant like you. I would work 24/7 and never leave my office.“ He said as he observed your body up and down.

You jumped slightly when you heard your Boss slam his cutlery on the table. When you turned your head to him, you saw him glaring at the man sitting in front of you, the veins on his neck already visible.

Taehyung was angry, very angry.

You, on the other hand, didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t ruin this dinner, you had to think about your coworkers who had worked so hard on this project. They deserved the best. So, you took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Cutting his steak into pieces, Mr. Byun asked another inappropriate question. “Sweetheart, are you single?“

Gripping your chair, you answered through your gritted teeth. “Yes, I am, Sir.“

Don’t ruin this, Y/N! Don’t!

“Hm, beautiful.“

From the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung lift his knife up as he glared at Mr. Byun. Immediately, your hand reached towards his hand, taking the knife away from him and giving him his glass filled with water. When you made sure that nothing sharp was near his side, you slightly leaned to him and hissed. “Don’t, Mr. Kim. Don’t forget why we’re here. Here, drink your water.“

Thank God, Mr. Byun oblivious to all this since he was enjoying his steak.

Looking up from his plate, the man sitting in front of you smiled at your Boss. “So, Taehyung. I’m listening to you.“

Turning his head to you, Taehyung watched how you nodded at him once. Gulping down, he started talking. “Our last dinner we had a few days ago didn’t went so well. I might have overreacted a little bit. I’m..“ he closed his eyes and tightened his fists, “I’m sorry, Mr. Byun.“

Looking up at Mr. Byun, you saw him smiling triumphantly. “That’s how you should do it, my dear friend, Taehuyng.“

Every word that was coming out of his most was making Taehyung’s blood boil without thinking about the consequences. Slowly, but surely, he was reaching his limit.

You watched how the man sitting in front of you drank his last gulps of water, holding the glass almost in front of your face. “Could one of you bring me water?“

Cursing inwardly at him, you forced another smile. “Ah, yes, of course.“

Searching for a waiter in the fancy restaurant, you turned your head from side to side. Taehyung, too, searched for one.

Seeing that nobody was anywhere near, Mr. Byun spoke up. “Taehyung, your assistant should pour me some water. I would love to drink the water poured by such a beautiful woman.“

Taehyung’s head snapped towards Mr. Byun in a blink of an eye, his jaw almost breaking from the way he was clenching it with such force.
The moment you realized that your Boss was ready to attack the shameless man, you intervened. Grabbing his arm, you stopped him immediately and spoke up. “I can do it!“

Standing up, you searched for a carafe, walking toward Mr. Byun’s side of the table and pouring it in his glass. Placing the glass on the table, you took a step away from him, ready to sit back down on your chair, but stopped when you felt his hand on your wrist. Yanking you down beside him, Mr. Byun wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled at you. “Thank you, sweetheart. Now why don’t you just sit here for the rest of the night and accompany me, hm?“

That was it, that was the last straw.

Without being able to understand what was happening, you were yanked away from Mr. Byun and soon, your Boss was punching the man in the face with his blood covered fists.

Immediately, you rushed forward and tried to stop your Boss, shouting in between his curses. “Mr. Kim! Sir, Please, don’t! Sir, stop! TAEHYUNG!“

Hearing his name coming out of your mouth for the first time, Taehyung stopped immediately. Grabbing your wrist, he turned to Mr. Byun and hissed. “If I see you ever again, I will kill you!“

With that, he walked out of the restaurant. “Mr. Kim! What do you think you’re doing?! What are we going to say to Chairman Kim now?! You’re father is going to-“

“He was literally harassing you, Y/N! I’ll kill that bastard!“

“Do you know how much I struggled to arrange this dinner, Sir?! I begged to so many people so that Mr. Byun would clear his schedule for tonight! You ruined everything!“

“What should I have done?! Should I have watched how that disrespectful bastard was harassing you in front of my eyes?!“

“For the sake of your company, yes, Sir! You know how important this project is-“

“NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU, Y/N!“

Frozen, you looked at his face. “W-What?“

Taking a deep breath, Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t stand seeing him harass you like that! I don’t know why but whenever I see you near a man, I get angry and I have the urge to protect you!“

Blinking a few times, you asked hesitantly. “Mr. Kim, what are you talking about-“

“I think I’m in love with you, Y/N.“

Well, shit..

Glasses — Part One

Title: Glasses [1/3]

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Type: Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Summary: Richie sees you, a fresh face in Derry, and thinks maybe you’re cute. He talks to you, and thinks maybe you’re cool too. He sees you put on your huge, dorky glasses, and thinks maybe he’s a little in love.

New school, new life. That was the deal.

One you hadn’t been too happy to accept initially. You’d had a perfectly good life back home, with friends and grades and, you know, a social life. And it probably would have panned out into a slightly-boring but happy lifetime if your parents didn’t decide to up and haul ass to this dust-speck of a town in the good old US of A, but they did and here you are.

Friendless, sullen and vaguely intimidated as you stand on the outskirts of the grounds of your new middle school in Derry.

Admittedly, the town wasn’t too bad. It yielded loads of forests and even a quarry which you were eager to explore. A downside was the open plan of sewers, and openings cropped up everywhere - in sidestreets, beside lakes, in the middle of the road. The middle school you were standing outside now was rustic-looking, a little bit of an eyesore, somehow grand and shabby at the same time, and crawling with people.

You shouldered your bag and went ahead through the doors.

Inside was a slightly less-busy hallway. Your schedule was in your palm, folded eight times over in a mini nervous breakdown over cereal that morning. You’d only moved schools once, and you’d been too young to remember it, so being the new girl was an entirely new experience for you. A gradually-rising sense of diluted dread began to rise slowly inside you as you unfolded your schedule, checking out your first lesson.

Design Tech. Of course.

Now you swallowed, panic setting in. The hallway was growing swollen with passing students with only ten minutes until first bell, none of whom gave you a second glance after the first curious one. You could spot no teachers you could ask about the location of the DT classroom. The school was large, and you saw at least three separate blocks from the courtyard. Anyone of them could hold your class. You swallowed, nervously toying with the hem of your sleeves, entirely unbeknownst to the several pairs of curious eyes fixated on you from across the hallway.

The Losers Club looked on, each taking in your expression, a pitying hybrid of bemusement and panic as you dithered on the spot, turning one way and turning the next, looking for a class that wasn’t there.

“She looks lost,” was what Stan chose to break the silence with, startling his friends from their reverie. He glanced at the three of them. “Should we…?”

Eddie shrugged, dropping his gaze. Bill made to go forward but was stopped in his tracks by a hand flying to meet his chest. He looked in surprise to where Richie had halted him, as the skinny boy squared his shoulders in a mockery of slick confidence.

“I got this one boys,” he said, before readjusting his glasses and sauntering off. The illusion of confidence was slightly shattered by him stumbling over a sticking-out foot on his way over, and Stan groaned, turning around to lean his face against a locker.

“I can’t even look,” he said in a muffled voice, but Bill and Eddie certainly could.

Meanwhile, you were panicking so much you figured you were on the edge of an anxiety attack, and the tentative touch of a hand on your arm made you jump so violently your schedule slipped from your grasp, floating down to graze the floor.

“Shit!”

You watched, startled, as a boy around your age with a head of curly, dark hair, a Hawaiian-style flannel, bright eyes and huge, red glasses too big for his snubbed nose ducked swiftly to retrieve your schedule.

“Um - sorry about that. Didn’t mean to like, scare you.”

“No!” You took the schedule from his proffering grasp, so swiftly you almost gave him a paper cut. “No, no no no, that’s okay. I just…” you trailed off awkwardly, absently folding the paper again. “First day, y’know.”

“Right,” he laughed it off nervously. “It’s just, uh… my friends and me, we saw you looked kind of…”

“Like I wanted to be literally anywhere else but here?” you supplied. “Huh. I thought I’d hidden that pretty well.”

His chuckle came more naturally this time. “I could help you find your class, if you-” he broke off quite suddenly, shifting his feet. “Y’know. If you want. Or I could just tell you where to find it.”

“Actually, I’d love it if you would show me.” You smiled gratefully, unfolding your paper, and squinting at the small print. “I have Design Tech first with… Ms Greene?”

He frowned. “Which classroom?”

You squinted again. You could only make out two blobs of black ink, fuzzy to the eye. And as the seconds ticked on with you trying to decipher the two dark digits, and the silence stretched on, growing more awkward by the second, you reluctantly caved.

He has them too, you told yourself as you fished into your right pocket. It’s not like he can judge.

Reluctantly, you drew out your glasses - thickly-framed and slightly too large for your head - and slid them on. The blobs took sharp form immediately. DT5.

You looked up. The boy was watching you with a slightly open-mouthed expression, eyes glazed in an almost comical way. You fidgeted, cleared your throat, and he jumped out of the daze. A tide of red flooded his pale cheeks.

“It’s uh, DT5,” you supplied gently, and he smiled in relief from the awkward moment.

“Cool,” he said faintly. “That’s upstairs. I’ll take you, if you still want me to.”

“Please,” you answered, tucking the timetable away. You began to walk, and you glanced at him. You still didn’t know his name. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Richie Tozier,” he replied in a surer voice. “But you can call me your future husband.”

You scoffed, reaching up to remove your glasses as you walk, but your hand stayed when Richie blurted out, “I think they look great.”

Too startled to even move your hand, all you could muster up was, “Huh?”

The blush returned. It was painfully dark, from the tips of his ears to the contours of his thin face. “The glasses. You shouldn’t be ashamed of them. They’re kinda hot,” he added almost as an afterthought, and though you burst out laughing, you felt your hand drop back to your side, your glasses still firmly on your face as you resumed the trail to DT5.

Eventually you found it, and as you reached the door, you turned to Richie. “Thanks, Richie.” And not just for helping me find a classroom, either. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“You could have lunch with us!” he offered slightly too eagerly. “Me and my friends, we always eat on the wall outside the Art block. You can meet us there, if you want.”

You considered briefly, then smiled. “Sure. I’ll be there.”

“Cool.” He kicked the tiled floor semi-awkwardly. “See you around then.”

“Yeah.” You grinned, turned and walked into your first class, confidence raging like a fire in your gut. You didn’t see Richie hover outside the door just to watch you for the next three minutes. You didn’t see how he was late to his first lesson, or the looks of open-mouthed shock his friends gave him as he sauntered in with a smirk on his face and a blush on his cheeks.

You didn’t see the doodles of a pair of large, thickly-framed glass dotted all over his exercise books that draw, carved in ink covering a whole page with the memory of you burned bright into his brain.

When the ToG Characters Go to Sleep and Wake Up

Elide: Either 9:00 pm or 3:00 am, depending on her mood. Wakes up at 7:00 am.

Lorcan: When Elide goes to sleep. Wakes up when Elide wakes him up. (He’s just insanely obsessed with Elide.)

Manon: 4:00 am. Wakes up at 6:00 am. (Dorian absolutely cannot figure out how she does this.)

Dorian: Midnight. Wakes up at 8:00 am.

Lysandra: Whenever she’s tired. Wakes up whenever.

Aedion: 1:00 or 2:00 am. Wakes up at 7:00 or 8:00 am.

Chaol: 10:00 or 11:00 pm. Wakes up with the sun.

Yrene: Like 8:00 pm (healing makes her really tired). Wakes up with the sun.

Nesryn: 10:00 pm. Wakes up before dawn.

Rowan: Around 11:00 pm. Wakes up at 5:00 am.

Aelin: 3:00 or 4:00 am. (Stays up making wicked plans with Manon.) Sleeps until noon. (If anyone wakes her up, she will claw their face off and then promptly go back to sleep.)