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llovelymoonn · 11 months

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henri de toulouse-lautrec the sofa (c. 1894-1896)

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#art #henri de toulouse-lautrec #the sofa

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krisleearts · 10 months

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Been vibing with these art studies I've been making, I decided to have fun with it and make it Spirk related. It's based on The Sofa by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec and I gotta admit impressionist paintings are my favorite type of style.

#spirk #tos spirk #tos spock #tos star trek #tos kirk #captain kirk #star trek spock #star trek #fanart #digital art #the original series #clip studio paint #art history #art nude #the sofa #henri de toulouse lautrec #art study #art practice

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iamthekingdom-iamnotyourqueen · 5 months

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#the sun has gone down and the moon has come up #and long ago somebody left with the cup #i want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng #italian leather sofa #;)#cake

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naarkaalidesignstudio · 8 months

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kyymie · 10 months

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It's so funny to me how I like tmnt not just one specific version but the whole franchise. Interacting with the fandom feels like talking about our cats to another cat lover; it's amazing.

#I haven't finished watching the 2003 version and I never knew how funny donnie sits on the sofa until someone mentioned it #and then I'm like 'that's neat- look at 2012 mikey doing asian squat!' //shows gazzilion photos//#tmnt #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2003 #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #mutant mayhem

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itachi86 · 1 year

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“Listen,” [Sterling] said. “I let you use The Sofa.”

I glanced down at where Asher, Prudence, and I were sitting, the long red sofa that Sterling had silently declared his own the very day it was moved into the Boneyard.

“Right,” I said.

“That means I like you enough as a friend. Okay? As if you didn’t know already. And I’m not afraid to admit that I’m scared as fuck of what’s coming, but we’re not just going to roll over and let the Eldest stomp their shitty moccasins all over us. Hey. Hey! Are you even listening to me?”

I couldn’t help that the huge bear was in my eye line. I had to choose between looking into the bear’s beady plastic eyes – or Sterling’s crotch. One option was less terrifying than the other.

“Kind of hard to take you seriously with your bear staring me full in the face,” I mumbled. I was still, I realized, in something of a daze.

Sterling raised his chin, glaring at me down the end of his nose. “His name is Rufus,” he declared haughtily, hugging the bear tighter to his body.

#book things #darkling mage book 6 #scenes #sterling named his stuffed bear #his sofa is capitalized #the sofa #hahaha #i'm crying

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wyvernest · 7 months

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imagine >

moving into a new city with no friends and family around. having to find your place in an entirely new space and into new people's lives.

neighbour!miguel being so sweet and caring, but also flirtatious and serious when time is best. offering to help you with just anything; driving you to work because you just moved in & are getting acquainted with the city, getting groceries for you when you're sick and/or tired, occasionally even bringing you flowers in the mornings.

neighbour!miguel smiling so sweetly when he sees you at his door at 11 p.m. on a friday night, asking for his help with your new furniture instead of being out and having fun.

neighbour!miguel walking through your apartment door, so happy to help you and spend even as much as a few more minutes around you. and it all feels so domestic and serene; seeing him in his home clothes, just a navy blue t-shirt and sweatpants, in your own private, intimate space.

neighbour!miguel not even asking for your help because he doesn't want you to lift a finger, or worse, get splinters stuck in your delicate fingers. frankly, he wants and likes to show off to you. he relishes in the opportunity to show you how strong he is, how he can effortlessly put everything in place. and sincerely, you do enjoy the show.

you enjoy seeing his arms flex when he lifts the entire underside of the ikea sofa so he could turn it around and continue with the instructions; yet his face shows zero struggle. no holding his breath, no pants of exhaustion. he knows exactly what he's doing, and he only needs to look over the pages a few times before he arranges the whole thing like he designed it.

neighbour!miguel secretly even taking longer than necessary to set the screws just to have you look at him with such admiration. maybe you might even begin to like him the way he likes you. he has no idea the only thing you wish you could do was to kiss him and let him put his arms around you, to reward him for how good he's been to you.

neighbour!miguel whose heart races as you gently kiss his cheek as he's working, gazing into his eyes with that look he knows all too well. but eventually you grow bolder, seeing no resistance from him; only satisfaction and a hint of sugar sweet surprise.

neighbour!miguel who can't help it but drop the screws and keys to grab you as you keep teasingly kissing him all over his face; one arm secured around your back, one around your middle, finally returning the kisses he had long coveted to give you.