Artist / Florence / Italy

Flavia is an very (very, very) tall girl (181 cm), book eater, galactic nerd/geek, know-it-all, obsessed by tv series (especially of the bbc), she has a blue tardis nails and she is a great girl, and I think one day—if we're very very lucky—she might even be a good one
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Another wonderful fic inspired by my Khanolly Fanart (this), this one was created by jackandhoney (thank you sweetie, it’s gorgeous!!).

Warning: This fic contain consensual BDSM and this one is (of course) NSFW.

Breathe

"Come now, don’t be shy.” He had whispered to her the first time they had sex. (Sometimes she thought of it as making love, but that was only just for a moment. They didn’t make love. They had sex. They fucked. She was okay with this.)

She had blushed, but nodded and uncrossed her legs where his hand had been trying to get to her knickers.

She wasn’t shy anymore.

Then she was. Then she was fresh out of medical school and a first year at the London Starfleet Academy. She scurried about to her classes, always quiet as a church mouse and always walked with her head down.

She was the funny one, the one who liked dead things and found them fascinating, but found space even more fascinating than anything dead could be.
She was the one with the glasses that nearly covered her whole face. (She really hadn’t had time to change them.)  She was the one that liked vintage sweaters and cherries and bright knits. She was the one that stuttered if she got flustered and thought herself painfully shy.

But he, oh he was handsome, breathtakingly so.Tall and muscular, with hands that looked as though they were sculpted by an ancient master.

Heterochromatic. That was the first word that crossed her mind when she saw him.

His eyes, they were different colors, one having more copper than the other. They were like a kaleidoscope. (She felt cheesy the moment she thought this, quickly ducking her head and scurrying along .) He’d never want a mouse like her.

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red-lipstick:

Jake Wood-Evans (UK) - 1: An Embrace, 2013  2: Lilies, 2012  3: Ophelia, 2012  4: Sanctity  5: When The Last Chandelier Falls, 2013     Paintings: Oil

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mymodernmet:

Surreal paintings by art group Etam Cru (aka Polish street artists Sainer and Bezt).

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First meeting: another Khanolly drabble

potemkinx:

I’m just writing down some ideas upon this ship: I haven’t decided yet if I will incorporate them into a real story…for now, I just need to let them out. Plus, it’s a good way to fight the massive writer’s block that is tormenting me since January. 

                                                            vvv

The first time she saw him, it was late April and it was raining. Molly was used to London’s spring: the city was often bathed in warm, glorious sunshine, but there were still days when the weather was unpredictable, and a sunny morning could change into a windy and rainy afternoon. Obviously, it was always during days like those that she forgot her little yellow umbrella at her flat, and now, at the end of her shift,  she had no umbrella, the rain was pouring down, and the gentle breeze that had caressed her skin pleasantly only eight hours before, was now a high wind, menacing to mess her hairstyle even more than a long, exhausting day of work. The former pathologist, now MD, raised the collar of her trench-coat, in the vain hope to protect herself at least from the cold air, and tried a few steps out from the projecting roof, pondering if it were manageable for her flat shoes to help her running in the rain towards the nearest Tube station.

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flavialikestodraw:

The Lumineers - Stubborn Love

She’ll lie and steal, and cheat, and beg you from her knees
Make you think she means it this time
She’ll tear a hole in you, the one you can’t repair
But I still love her, I don’t really care

When we were young, oh, oh, we did enough
When it got cold, ooh, ooh, we bundled up
I can’t be told, ah, ah, it can’t be done

It’s better to feel pain, than nothing at all
The opposite of love’s indifference
So pay attention now, I’m standing on your porch screaming out
And I won’t leave until you come downstairs

So keep your head up, keep your love
Keep your head up, my love [x2]
Keep your head up, keep your love

And I don’t blame you dear for running like you did all these years
I would do the same, you’d best believe
And the highway signs say we’re close but I don’t read those things anymore
I never trusted my own eyes

When we were young oh, oh, we did enough
When it got cold, ooh, ooh we bundled up
I can’t be told, ah, ah, it can’t be done

So keep your head up, keep your love
Keep your head up, my love [x2]
Keep your head up, keep your love
Head up, love
Head up, love
Head up, love
Head up, love

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snowce:

Gustav Klimt, Upper Portion of Two Lovers, 1908

snowce:

Gustav Klimt, Upper Portion of Two Lovers, 1908

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meetingyourmaker:

Old Magic
Fawnlock conjuring forest magic. 

meetingyourmaker:

Old Magic

Fawnlock conjuring forest magic. 

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