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fyblackwomenart · 14 days

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Loredana by Matthew James Collins

#black women #woc beauty #matthew james collins #oil painting #portrait

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contemporaryartsgallery · 1 year

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Pandora, oil on linen, 70cm x 80cm, in progress - Matthew James Collins

#Matthew James Collins

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portraituresque · 11 months

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Matthew James Collins (American, 1970 ) - Self-Portrait

#matthew james collins #self-portrait

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bossybigeyes · 3 months

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#the terror #the terror amc #thomas jopson #james fitzjames #george hodgson #henry collins #henry thomas dundas le vesconte #edward little #liam garrigan #tobias menzies #christos lawton #trystan gravelle #declan hannigan #matthew mcnulty #did i have the idea for the edward one and find it so funny i had to make the others for the post to work #who is to say #valentines day #the terror shitposting

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alastairstom · 4 months

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the nature of love

Love is complex. It's a convoluted, messy web, and no one knew that like the girl with the second clockwork heart. With clever eyes as gray as her name, she looked on at those around her scrambling to grasp love's straws between world-weary fingers, trapped in a spiderweb of her own that tore her heart into two evenly-broken parts.

But love was also devastatingly simple.

She sat on the couch with her husband, meeting his bright laugh and blue gaze with a smile as he looked down at her. Her head rested against his shoulder, the stubble on his face scratchy and comforting against her skin, and suddenly she was overwhelmed by raw emotion. His warmth, his smile, his silly songs and ridiculous notions. Everything that made him Will was the perfect mesh for everything that made her Tessa, azure and slate paints stirred into the hue of a stormy sky.

She couldn't help herself. She kissed his shoulder.

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Tessa Gray-eyes-and-painfully-real-emotions was not the only one who understood the devastatingly easy affection of a shoulder kiss. Her son did, too. He sat across from his wife in front of a chess board, her blazing red hair framing her shoulders in thick curls, her kind but capable mouth twisted into an expression of contemplation. She reached out one elegant hand to move her pawn before his king, and he realized with a daunting feeling that those lips were shaping the words "checkmate."

The light gleamed off the golden globe necklace around her neck, and James Herondale thought in that moment that no one could ever be as blazing as his brave Cordelia, the woman who could slay armies with nothing more than a pawn.

So he stood up to get her more chai from their kitchen, placing a hand on one of her silk-cloaked shoulders as he moved around her. When she turned to giggle, he placed a quick but heartbreaking kiss on her breathtaking shoulder.

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Sometimes, though, a shoulder kiss could breathe life into another. Across London, Cordelia's brother sat before a fire with his arm intertwined around his partner's, his hamsar-am's, his breath's. The fire crackled in both dark brown and hazel irises as they quipped over the film reviews between the newspaper's black-and-white lines.

Alastair, whose inkstained fingers were getting smudges onto Thomas's arm, insisted that the ridiculous columnist simply did not see the vision of the story; Thomas, who noticed the smudges but accepted them with grace, listened to the animated brushstrokes of his voice speak in the bright, colorful hues that a film reel could not yet capture.

He spoke deeply; he spoke with feeling. There was passion there, but Thomas's heart was calm as he leaned down and kissed Alastair's shoulder with an almost devastating gentleness.

With that tenderness, Alastair stopped quibbling. Instead, he exhaled, at peace with both hands now resting on Thomas's.

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Shoulder kisses were for both children and their parents, and somewhere far, far away, Thomas's mother was getting one of her own. Sophie Lightwood slept peacefully in bed, her head resting on her husband's lap as he stuck his finger in the raspberry jam on his plate. He did not like scones, never had, but he enjoyed the sweetness of the jelly as he brought it to his mouth. The explosion of flavor was a confection, a conglomeration, as complex as the idea of love was.

But Sophie slept on, and love felt easy. Love felt like peace. Much like it did for his son, love felt like home to Gideon Lightwood.

So he set the jam aside on his nightstand. He lay down beside his wife and reached out to pull her in close with still-sticky fingers. And he pressed a kiss to her shoulder before falling asleep with his face resting there, quietly and quickly, asleep but alive in all the ways that mattered.

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But shoulder kisses were not only for the living.

There was a girl, once, who tried hard to forget her name, the name that her mother had told her in a hard voice between harder slaps. That monster of a woman was gone now, but she still could not get it out of her mind.

Now, she sat before a lab table, mixing chemicals and starting the fires that her love had once adored so. Sometimes, if she got a formulation perfectly, she would hear the name that she only loved on Christopher Lightwood's lips: Grace.

Sometimes, when an experiment went perfectly, she could feel the ghost of soft pressure on her shoulder. And somehow, she knew that he was there. That she was not alone, and that she was not a monster.

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And some people did not even need another to give them the love that lay in a shoulder kiss. A boy with golden hair sat somewhere in South America, his arms wrapped around a mug of black coffee and his elbows resting on a copy of Dorian Gray. But he was not paying attention to any of that; he sipped idly, watching the people go by in their colorful clothes, with their bright personalities.

Hand-in-hand. Arm-in-arm. Love was simple for them in a way that it had never been for Matthew, who had felt it as bitter as his coffee.

But loving himself had proven a simple challenge that he had not foreseen conquering, so when no one was looking, he pressed his fingers to his lips and tapped the pads in the shoulders of his brocade jacket.

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Many years later, Tessa Gray-skies-but-the-sun-is-coming-out did the same thing. Matthew was long gone by then, in America or China or South Africa, and her beloved Will had gone to the place where memories were silent.

She had thought there would be no more shoulder kisses, but love in all of its simplicity was also complex.

One day, it would all come back to her.

And eventually, decades later she sat on the couch of a massive manor house, one that had known many shoulder kisses from when Thomas and Alastair had made their home there. And her second husband would smile as she rocked their daughter, and he would walk over to her. "Wo ai ni," Jem Carstairs would whisper to both of them, his rune-scarred cheeks pulled upward into a smile and his dark eyes danced with life.

He leaned down and kissed Tessa's shoulder.

He kissed Mina's, and Tessa's heart melted.

Because love was not temporary. Love was not an ephemeral thing meant only to last one lifetime. It binds us through the ages, a pulse that beats after all other pulses stop.

Love, in all of its complexities, is the best thing we do.

@themimsyborogove, thanks for ruining me with that shoulder kiss post!

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herondaleminds · 1 year

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The saddest things in Chain Of Thorns are that Matthew may die and James is finally broken, but also, we see Will alive one last time, Tessa with her kids, Jem, Tessa and Will together and we have to say goodbye to Gideon, Gabriel, Sophie and Cecily. Wow I am not ready for that yet

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daisymydaisycarstairs · 11 months

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Eugenia Lightwood—fascinating facts

Eugenia doesn’t want to hear about Matthew’s dull friend Snorgoth the Skullcrusher

Eugenia tosses around Matthew like a rag doll while dancing

Eugenia just can’t manage Augustus lurking about like he wants to waltz

Eugenia once burnt her hair trying to curl it for a party

Eugenia ships Jordelia.

Eugenia is protective of Matthew

Eugenia is a Thomastair shipper.

Eugenia is a toast-eating fiend who teases her so-in-love brother by making him momentarily horrified by the clothes he picked for shadowhunter-date

Eugenia vows to move out of her parents’ house and in with Thomas and Alastair if her parents turn out to be homophobic

and the champion fact:

10. Eugenia thinks that one could never truly to hope to unravel the beautiful mystery that was Thomas

(Reblog/tag any I’ve forgotten)

#eugenia lightwood #matthew fairchild #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #jordelia #herondaisy #gideon lightwood #sophie lightwood #sophie collins #tlh #chot #chot spoilers #chain of thorns

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tys-kitty · 1 year

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„We don’t always love people who deserve it“

I may present to you Thomas Lightwood

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jamiespoon · 1 year

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“Come out Fairchilds!” This implies charles’s presence I presume? I think by this point of the book Matthew and Charles have already talked, and this makes me happy bc it means charles got his redemption arc :DDD (maybe I’m overthinking but anyway).

Or this could imply the TID gang presence in the final battle, where children and parents are probably fighting together :’)))

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antiqua-lugar · 3 months

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the terror has me itching to fall into another rabbit hole about victorian racism because they absolutely nail the despair james would feel at "not being even English" but I need the details of what the Victorians were thinking about the Brazilians specifically. It's already pretty wild that James ends up embodying the English fear of miscegenation of all things, which right now I can't remember if it's openly addressed when it comes to Francis and Sophia or it's only implied (I am aware about the essays on how the Irish are an inferior race of "white gorillas", I don't believe for a second Sir John wasn't) but the ties to a different colonial empire...they had a caste system too, to add to the mindfuckery.

#like james' mother could have not even been white. that's the level we are at. he doesn't know either.#the terror #antiqua ponders how the terror masterfully uses gothic tropes which were appropriate for the time #european racism is so fascinating to me and victorian racism in particularly because it tends to be my field of study #and also because you read things like wilkie collins being accused of corrupting the public by being a francophile #i found an essay about anti german sentiment propagated by the stereotype of germans loving sausages too much #like sometimes it's fucked up shit like matthew arnold pontificating on the inherent inferiority of the celtic race and how england needs #to conquer them for their own good #and some other time it's room with a view where they go to italy and faint when they see italians #where is that post about lovecraft's nightmares being to be in an elevator with an irishman

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idealuk · 9 months

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When even the end credits are cinematic and moving upon re-watches ...

... well done, Matthew, well done with so beautifully capturing why your perfect cast was, in fact, perfect! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

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contemporaryartsgallery · 2 years

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Mattia, oil on linen, 50cm x 60cm. Collection MEAM, Barcelona by Matthew James Collins

#Matthew James Collins #Mattia #oil on linen #MEAM #Collection MEAM #Barcelona

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portraituresque · 1 year

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Matthew James Collins - Self portrait

#matthew james collins #self-portrait

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kaixcastiel27 · 10 months

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does anyone agree that james Dashner, Suzanne Collins and Veronica Roth should come together and write a crossover novel/book of Maze Runner, the Hunger Games and Divergent to be made? or to write a movie script for it? I think a crossover would be totally awesome over these amazing books or at least a movie!

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lesbocrocker · 1 year

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Me reading literally anything: Why are you all queer?

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hopestrope · 1 year

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