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jareckiworld · 5 months

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Simon Bang — The Scenery (acrylic on canvas, 2019)

#Simon Bang #danish art #scandinavian art #danish painting

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huariqueje · 10 months

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Into the Void - Simon Bang , 2020.

Danish, b. 1960 -

Acrylic on canvas , 54 x 95 cm.

#Simon Bang #danish artist #night highway #emptiness

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mirroredroads · 26 days

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Mark Wang // When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, Chen Chen / Neither is there anyone - Simon Bang , 2020-21. Danish, b. 1960. Acrylic on canvas , 95 x 54 cm. / Nikki Giovanni,The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998 / Chris Cyprus, Northern Lights #226, Oil on canvas / Gabriela Mistral, Selected Prose and Prose-Poems / The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

#mark wang #chen chen #queer love #nikki giovanni #simon bang #chris cyprus #gabriela mistral #ellen bass #webweave #webweaving #web weaving #poetry #art

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tmorganart · 1 year

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The Blind Spot (2022)

Simon Bang

#simon bang #art #painting #road

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healthmaria · 1 year

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Johannes Larsen, the Danish Bird Painter

Johannes Larsen (born 1867- 1961) was a Danish painter specialising in painting birds. He was born and died in the small coastal town of Kerteminde on the island of Funen. Recently, my husband and I drove two hours to visit this lovely place with a museum and the painter’s home and garden. We have an artist friend, Simon Bang from Copenhagen, who had a massive painting at a special exhibition on…

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#Art Museum #Johannes Larsen #Simon Bang

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casiia · 4 months

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bubble bath with simon 🙏🏽😫

— ༉‧₊˚. simon 'GHOST' riley; rainy days.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, afab ! reader, choking, kinda pervy simon, heavily unedited.

.: masterlist.

when simon opens the door alarm bells run through his head. the first thing he sees is you; standing in front of him with mascara running down your blushed cheeks. you’ve been crying? he’s trying to think about what he could’ve done to make you this upset, normally you’d just call him and give him a piece of your mind — but never show up at his front door.

that’s when he takes in the rest of your appearance, damp hair, and a white top that’s clinging to your chest. he swallows and follows the curve of your breast, the material had turned translucent and he can see your hard nipples.

it takes every bone in his body to tear his eyes away and look back up to your face, and immediately he’s relived. although he’s been caught in his pervy stare, you’re not mad at him. a smirk grows on your puffy lips as you push past him, getting out of the rain that patters at his windows. you rub your hands up and down your arms hoping that it’d soothe the cold that’s washed over you — but you’re only squeezing your breast together, and simon kisses his teeth.

you had woken him up from a nap with your obnoxious knocks, so he was well aware of the ‘morning wood’ that you were glancing down at. simon’s brain was still all fuzzy, he couldn’t decipher if he was still dreaming or if you were actually standing in his living room. fully dressed but completely exposed to him.

he watched as you kick your shoes off, and dramatically flopping down onto his leather couch. panic surges through him again; did he forget about plans you made?

your outfit was anything but fancy, so nothing too important. his tight shoulders ease when he finally hears your voice. “i missed you.”

he’s not in trouble. simon rubs his eyes and almost sighs in relief. his gaze catches onto your cheeks, the smudged mascara making his brain go wild. he knows it was from the rain, but he wants to imagine that it was from his dick.

stuffing your mouth full of his cock, tears brimming your eyes as you gag on it. he has a fist full of your hair, watching the mascara run down your cheeks as he fucks your face.

his balls tighten and he can’t look at you anymore. not when you’re lying on his couch and leaving little to the imagination — your knees knocked apart, and your arms stretched above your head.

simon's been standing in the same spot since he opened the door. he hasn't said a word, you'd think he hasn't acknowledged you or your abrupt presence. but that is far from the opposite — simon's been admiring you from the moment he saw you standing in the rain. his mind clouded with lust and love; how effortlessly beautiful you are, how your eyes gleam in the dimly lit sky. with droplets of water running down your forehead, and makeup smudged on your skin, he can't believe you're his. and he wants you.

"simon?"

he blinks, and you're standing in front of him with your head tilted to the side. your cold fingers sliding under his wife beater, he shivers and rolls his shoulders back.

you can feel the goosebumps on his skin as you continue to trace along his defined muscles, your lips turn up when you feel him flex under your touch. he still hasn't said a word to you, just staring at you with his jaw clenched.

"you sore, baby?" you asks, removing your hands from under his tank and rubbing up and down his biceps. you squeeze his arms lightly and flutter your eyes up to meet his. a dazed glare.

you can only scoff light heartedly when he still doesn't open his mouth to reply. you know he knows what you're doing, you just can't tell if it's going in your favor or not.

technically you didn't lie. you did miss him, but you couldn't stop thinking about his throbbing cock and how much you missed being stuffed full of him. he'd been working so much recently, only meeting you at your place for dinner or a quick conversation. simon had been neglecting you, whether he knew it or not. so it'd be dumb of you to not come over on his only day off.

you pinch him lightly, with a pout. "earth to simon, are you even listening to me?"

simon only swallows when he looks down at you, your arms crossed over your chest. a cute little frown playing on your lips, he wants nothing more than to shove his fingers or his aching cock into that bratty mouth of yours.

"you're going to get a cold." he finally says. motioning towards your soaked clothes, and he bites the inside of his cheek when he sees your almost bare breast. they're teasing him in the worst way possible, he wants to rip that sheer shirt off and suck on your taut nipples. but he can't.

"take a bath with me, then?" you asks, chewing on your bottom lip. you're dragging him through the house by the hem of his shirt. and he before he knows it, you're stripping in front of him.

he must still be dreaming, he doesn't want to look away — afraid that if he even blinks he'll wake from what surely must be a dream.

you are bent over the tub and squeezing a bottle of one of your soaps into the running bath. you squeeze your thighs together, and look back at him from over your shoulder. "y'just gonna stand there?" you're teasing him, and normally he would do something about that, but he's confused. did you come over in the rain to fuck?

his question is answered when you tug his boxers down, your thumb brushing the precum that dribbles from his slit. simon hisses before grabbing your wrist, squeezing it lightly. you only roll your eyes and shake his grip off, pulling his wife beater off and nudging him towards the bubble filled tub.

simon sinks into the large bath, his arms hanging over the rim as he waits for you to join him. water spills over the edges as you sit in front of him, but he doesn't care. not when your ass is pressing into his throbbing cock.

you moan softly, leaning back into his chest. you rest your head on his shoulder and turn to kiss his collarbone. shifting in his lap, you nonchalantly grind against him.

"you're a naughty lil' thing," simon grunts. his hands sink under the water and squeeze your hips roughly, stilling your movement. he kisses the shell of your ear before letting one of his hands travel between your thighs.

you inch your hips forward, grabbing his hand and guiding it to your clenching cunt. "i don't know what you're talking about." you mumble, grunting when he squeezes your inner thigh.

"i don't like liars." simon tuts in your ear, and his other hand sneaks towards your front. wrapping his fingers around your throat, he squeezes lightly and taps your jugular with his index finger. "you missed me?"

a whimper slips from your parted lips, and you're suddenly very aware of his large erection that presses into the small of your back. "i missed you, needed you." you mutter, your words are raspy from his his hand around your neck.

"needed me," simon repeats. and as much as he wants to tease you —to break you, he needs you just as much.

under the water, he slips his fingers between your fold. at your sharp gasp, he continues; rubbing your clit with his thumb, he presses his middle finger against your hole.

"p-please." you plead, your back arching off of his chest causing water to splash around in the tub. bubbles cover your breasts and collarbone.

simon only hums, he slips two fingers into your clenching cunt. removing his hand from around your neck, he trails it down to your chest and rolls your nipple between his index and thumb.

burying your face into the crook of simon's neck, you whine when he curls his fingers inside of you. squeezing your thighs together around his forearm, you babble incoherently into his damp skin. his pace is slow and controlled, just how you like it. his thumb is firm as he rubs slow circles and patterns along your puffy clit.

your orgasm comes much too quickly, and you're slouched against his chest. your breath is shaky and when he begins to move from behind you your eyes widen, "w-wait, give me a second." you say, and you can feel simon tugging you up from the warm water.

"enjoy your break, 'cause you're not gettin' any sleep t'night."

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 11 months

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Roommate!Simon would kiss your hand if it got burnt from the oven. He’d kiss the small cut on your finger that’s hidden underneath your bandaid. He’d kiss the top of your head after you smacked it on the freezer door and he’d kiss the spot on your knee when you smacked it against the coffee table.

He’d try his hardest keep you from hurting yourself by accident. Putting his hand on the corner of the table when you bend down, moving the hot skillet away do your don’t burn your arm or showing you the proper way to cut something.

Of course, he can’t protect you from every inanimate object and unfortunately accidents happen.

So he makes up for it by kissing it better and he can’t get over the smile that spreads across your face when he does it.

#the roommates series #simon ghost riley #mw2 ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #had to write this for my clumsy ass self #I’m always getting banged up #he’d be sick of it #but at least #I get kisses

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shadow0-1 · 9 months

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Ferns loomed as I lay

#call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #MWII #CoD MWII #blender renders #Simon Riley #Simon Ghost Riley #damn ghost being dramatic #what else is new #this bangs if i do say so myself

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jareckiworld · 6 months

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Simon Bang — Bellevue Teatret at Night (acrylic on canvas, 2018)

#Simon Bang #danish art #scandinavian art #Klampenborg

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huariqueje · 10 months

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Rail Road I - Simon Bang

Danish, b. 1960 -

Acrylic on panel, 65 x 101 cm.

#Simon Bang #danish artist #rail road

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gomzdrawfr · 3 months

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"hey I need a favor rq"

this is based off this:

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tmorganart · 1 year

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Den Moderne (2018)

Simon Bang

#art #painting #simon bang #cityscape

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bleuu-moon · 4 months

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simon hates nye, always has always will, that’s until you come along and he goes out of his way to make sure he fucks you into the new year, every year without fail ❤️

#he calls it “going out with a bang”#he’ll wake you up just so he can enter the new year with his cock in you #start as you mean to go on I suppose lol #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader

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melodysmash · 5 months

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My first ever fanfic, based on the concept for this precious artwork by @stardustasincocaine and written for the 2023 @carryon-reverse-bang, is now live! It's a 5+1 of sorts, and all (short) chapters are live now.

➡️ Known on AO3 ⬅️

I would love any words of affirmation you feel compelled to share! ❤️

#carry on #simon snow trilogy #carry on reverse bang #corb 2023 #snowbaz #therapy

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groenendaelfic · 4 months

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One day Simon will start uni*, only to realize that he's surrounded by people who think HE is the posh, privileged kid with no clue how the real world works, and that day will be hilariously glorious.

* or be conscripted—super unlikely, but a fic writer can dream

#he went to Hillerska!#the fanciest school there is #spent years rubbing shoulders with the wealthy elite #(all puns intended)#he banged the Crown Prince #he bagged the Crown Prince #what can he know about anything?#surely the press were exaggerating when they mentioned his background ...#outsider pov my beloved #young royals #fic ideas #simon eriksson #random ramblings

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artsyunderstudy · 5 months

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"You know that feeling of terror before a collision you just see coming? One you’re helpless to do anything about? How time stops for a split second, and your stomach drops?"

My last piece for CORB, art for The Tower Room by my amazing partner @best--dress ♡♡

Check out the final chapters now!!

#snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #artsyart #snowbaz fic #simon snow series #simon snow trilogy #snowbaz fanart #carry on #carry on fanart #wayward son #any way the wind blows #rainbow rowell #carry on reverse bang

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