#Jean Angelles

[53v3nfrn5]

Jean Paul Gaultier: Leather ‘Angel’ Bag (1999)

[zegalba]

Jean Paul Gaultier: leather angel bag (1999)

[transistoradio]

Jean Delville (1867-1953), “The Angel of Splendour; or, Allegory of Hell” (1899), pencil and black chalk on paper, 53.5 x 79 cm.

[whosagodnow]

[aurora-doll-333]

marilyn ₊˚🐇♱‧₊˚.

[l-unitas]

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𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓼

♬  𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋   𝗌𝗁𝗒  ✿𝅼  ꒱

𓇼  𝗍𝗂𝖼  𝗍𝖺𝖼   ꣨   ꢾ୧

ꛁ   𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗈 ᅮ ᅮ ✿

♡ ᪲  𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾  ♪  ׁ   ꮾ

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[coldcoffee18]

[illyanarasputinfan]

Artist Spotlight - Tony De La Cruz

@tonydelacruzart

[caltsoudas]

[sunny-rants]

yeah the social commentary and underlying themes were great but what really made me love NOPE was the chaotic lesbian, her quietly hilarious brother, the scrunkly little customer service worker they adopted, and the eldritch horror that followed them home like a stray cat

[53v3nfrn5]

Jean Paul Gaultier: Spring/Summer (2009)

[weirdlookindog]

Jean Delville - The Angel of Splendour or Allegory of Hell, 1899

[utahimeow]

jean cries and shakes when he slips into u raw for the first time 🫶🏾

“guess what.”

jean is busy nipping softly at your neck when you speak, so rapt that you think you might have to repeat yourself. then comes a slight, “hmm?” when his voice muffles against your skin.

“i started taking the pill.”

he pulls away to look at you, eyes ignited, lips curled slightly upward.

“yeah?” he asks. drool practically pools at the sides of his mouth. your words are long-awaited.

you only wish you had done it sooner when jean sinks into your warmth for the first time– bare. his entire body shudders as he slides in slowly, inch after careful inch, as if moving any faster would mean death. gleaming muscles turn taut as he gives every fibre of his being to restraint.

teeth bared as he clenches his jaw, your bottom lip tender from the gnawing of your teeth. you’re keening at the way his stretches you out, nails digging half-moon shapes into his shoulders that only makes his head spin more.

somehow you’re warmer. tighter. sucking him in more eagerly than ever. your pussy wraps around his cock and embraces him, so perfectly, sword and sheath. and then, you’re together as one. where do you stop? where does he begin?

when you gaze up at him, his eyes are wet. golden irises brim with hot, salty tears– you’ve never seen him like this.

“j-jean?” you manage, no more than a whimper.

“sorry, just-” he sniffles, screwing his eyes shut. “i’ve never felt anything this good.”

[sageandscorpiongrass]

A web weaving of codependency plsss

'To death do us part' in the most literal sense

... I hope you weren't wanting something more romantic, aha. 'This is not a love poem' and all that.

Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel | The Body, Stephen King | Iain S. Thomas | Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë | Crescendo, Becca Fitzpatrick | Kin, Maya Angelou | 2 Truths and a Lie, Angelea Lowes | The Love of the Wolf, Hélène Cixous | Beau Taplin | No Exit, Jean-Paul Sartre | The Sea, the Sea, Iris Murdoch

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[aurora-doll-333]

Marilyn Monroe during the filming of River of No Return 🐇✧.*

[pro-royalty]

Shannon Thornton