c'est la manie

[antcinedupont]

dylan-westwick​:

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It was always nice to find a fellow art lover, so she was more than happy to take him over to the Fine Arts Gallery. She was taking a sip of her smoothie as they crossed the street when she heard his question. “Oh…you though that I was the artist? No, no. I don’t actually…I’m the art curator for the gallery. I’m in charge of makin’ the exhibits and helpin’ sell the art.” Dylan clarified almost apologetically feeling like she had tricked him in some way. “I’m sorry. I should’ve clarified that. Do you still want to check it out though? We’ve got a photography exhibit and a few paintings from our last exhibit that we’re just waitin’ to be taken to their new rightful owners.”

Antoine shrugged when Dylan told him that the art in the gallery didn’t belong to her and was already saying, “I don’t mind! I’d love to see it all anyway!” long before she ever asked him if he would. He nodded eagerly as she mentioned the exhibits and said again, “I’d love to see it! I’d...really like to get into photography. I seems like a lot of fun.” He wanted to paint too, but with shaky hands it was kind of difficult to accomplish a straight line.

[antcinedupont]

verdadurmaz​:

Despite swearing to herself she wouldn’t compare the male and his brother, that much was inevitable. Thierry seemed to hold the confidence between them, while Antoine seemed to be far more reserved. “As tempting as bingo sounds right now… are you feeling hungry? I know that’s a weird question, but my booth is just right over there,” she pointed out before attention returned to him. “Since you’re new around here, you have to try it at least once. Plus, it’s on the house. Consider it a perk of knowing the owner.”

More than a little thankful that the activities suggested had turned from something that was borderline gambling to something else, Antoine let out a heavy breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, despite his previous excitement, and said, “Actually, now that you mention it, yeah. What kind of food do you have?” The question was more out of curiosity than to make sure there would be something there he liked. Antoine liked a wide range of foods. He was willing to try anything once.

[antcinedupont]

freddiefkncrane​:

Freddie smiled when Antoine eagerly accepted the invitation to drink. He appreciated how amenable Thierry’s sibling was in comparison to the bull-headed cop. Maybe in another life, they could actually be friendly. Alas, Antoine was delegated to pawn status in this life as long as Thierry remained a thorn in his side. “One of everything?” He joked, walking along with Antoine to the bar. “Whiskey to start. Wouldn’t want you to look like a lightweight in front of my friends. They’d never let you hear the end of it. And neither would I.” Freddie motioned for the bartender to serve both of them a double shot, no ice. “To a boys’ night out.”

Antoine didn’t say it, but he was indeed a lightweight. That being said, he could also hold his liquor well and oftentimes could be completely sloshed, but act as though he was not. He let Freddie lead him to the bar and get him a drink and he nodded at Freddie’s words and toasted with him, downing the shot in one gulp. The whiskey was strong – very strong – but it was delicious too and Antoine found himself immediately wanting a second one, something else he kept to himself. Instead, he said, “Damn, that’s good. You really know what you’re doing when it comes to alcohol.” He gave a small nervous smile.

[antcinedupont]

wesxkennedy​:

  “Okay, then we will plan for a weekend,” he spoke with a smile on his face. Wesley tried his best not to work too much on weekends, expect during emergency because weekends where the days he spends with Ollie and he makes sure he catches up with everything he missed during the weekdays. “I always make sure to be off on weekends so that I can spend time with my son so it works perfectly.”

Antoine was going to ask if it Wes was sure it would be okay to hang out on the weekend if he usually spent that time with his son, but he decided quickly not to look a gift horse in the mouth and responded instead with, “Perfect! I’ll see you then!” 

[antcinedupont]

wesxkennedy​:

  “Yes really. I honestly do not mind at all and it will be great knowing that the camera will be used instead of just sitting there,” he answered with a smile on his face, honesty in his voice. Wesley was excited and he did love teaching photography and his mind went back to when he taught some of his younger siblings during summers. Teaching them what his grandfather taught him. 

“We can pick a time and a date to meet up. I have a feeling you will really like it.” he added smiling softly. 

Antoine nodded, grinning at Wes at the offer. “I’m usually free during the weekends most often,” he responded. “I’m a middle school guidance counselor, so I tend to work during the week.” He chewed on his lip. This tended to be a problem for most people hanging out, which was why he didn’t have many friends and how he’d gotten into gambling to begin with. It was hard not to lose yourself in the mindlessness of betting when you didn’t have anything else better to do. At least that was how it started.

[antcinedupont]

freddiefkncrane​:

Freddie did notice that Antoine appeared to have dressed for the occasion, despite not knowing it. He smiled at the small gesture, almost appreciating it. If only Thierry Dupont had interest in playing as nice, perhaps Freddie wouldn’t have to destroy the younger man. If nothing else, Antoine was vastly more likeable of the two do-gooders, probably because he was naïve. “Excellent,” Freddie clapped his other hand on the back of Antoine’s, laughing a little then nodding to the bar. “Drinks. Surely you must need a few if you work with any students like I was at their age.”       

Antoine noticed the smile at his attire and appreciated it as much as he did the invitation. At the mention of drinks, Antoine nodded immediately. “Oh yeah,” he said, glancing in the direction of the bar as he spoke. “Yeah, I could definitely do with something to help with the headache a few of them give me.” He grinned. The truth was, despite his complaining, he loved the children he helped at the middle school; even the unruly ones. He turned back to Freddie. “Have any drink suggestions?”

[antcinedupont]

dylan-westwick​:

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“Yeah, I get what ya mean ‘bout that. I definitely think that’s why I wanted to make sure I knew that I wanted mine before gettin’ it and well it means a whole lot to me so I’m happy I did it.” She gave a slight shrug, because she still understood his point of view. Although she had been wise about her money over the years, things still always felt tight to her just with how she was raised. Seeing his face light up at the mention of the gallery her smile spread event more as excitement filled her eyes. “Yeah? Well we’re just across the street if ya aren’t too busy right now I can show you ‘round?”

“I would love that,” Antoine said eagerly. He had nothing else better in the world to do. It was a weekend, so he didn’t have to get back to the school for the second half of the day after lunch; and he had been out wandering to begin with. “Lead the way!” He made a ‘lead on’ sort of gesture and fell into step at Dylan’s side. “Is there any sort of medium you use in particular?” he asked. “How long have you been doing it for?”

[antcinedupont]

verdadurmaz​:

She had issues of her own and she wasn’t about to judge someone she barely knew. If anything at all, she admired the honesty within him, but that seemed to run in a Dupont’s blood. She saw similarities within him and Thierry, but she wasn’t there to compare. “I don’t know if I’ve ever actually played bingo before. It seems intense. I’ve heard the older people have five or six cards laid out at a time. I don’t see how anyone could keep up with that many. Seems fun though.” If the cards were chepa enough, she wouldn’t have minded playing a round or two. If she won, it would be impossible not to keep playing.

The image was funny enough that Antoine was able to, at least temporarily, forget about what had been troubling him to begin with and by the time he remembered, he was past it enough to be grateful for Verda’s statement, even if she hadn’t meant it to be humorous. “Y-yeah,” he said, giving her another smile, this one more genuine than the last. “I’ve seen a few people do that and...I don’t know how they do it either. The most I ever did at one time was three and even then I barely was able to keep up.”

[antcinedupont]

verdadurmaz​:

Whatever truth could have fallen from his mouth was nothing she could have guessed. Most people didn’t like airing out their business, yet he offered it up with ease. In a way, owning up to his mistakes was admirable; maybe it was something she needed to do more often too. “No. It wasn’t,” she countered after a beat. “I think it takes a lot to admit when you’ve screwed up. It’s something I need to work on. Most people do, but it wasn’t too much.” Tongue rolled over her bottom lip as she took a moment to gather her thoughts. “So, does that mean we should avoid bingo?” It seemed good in her head, but it just sounded lame rolling off her tongue. “Now I’m the one that’s sorry.”

Antoine was expecting Verda to tell him to fuck off or something a little more lowkey, but having the same meaning. Instead, she was accepting and that shocked him. At her small joke, he managed a gasp of a laugh and said, “That was good, actually. But don’t worry. Bingo’s just fun. It’s not really even gambling. You pay for a card and don’t lose any more money than anyone else.” He gave an anxious smile, hoping he didn’t sound like a junkie, trying to convince himself that it was okay to talk about it now because he was ‘recovered’. Yet even as he thought it, it felt like a lie.

[antcinedupont]

dylan-westwick​:

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She was about to ask him where exactly he hadn’t been when he mentioned the tattoo parlor. Dylan nodded enthusiastically as he got the name right. “Yeah, the owner is a close friend of mine, Ever. He’s real talented. I just actually got my first tattoo from him awhile back. Let ‘im know Dylan sent ya.” She didn’t really know whether Antoine saying that would give him anything in return, but she cared about her friend and wanted to support him in anyway she could. “I actually have been tryin’ to convince him to show off some of his work at the gallery I curate at.” She shared, laughing softly as he shared that he wanted to make his scar cute. “I like that. I think he could definitely achieve that or one of the other artists there. They’re all real good.”

The more than positive review for the tattoo parlor in town made Antoine want to go there as soon as possible. He nodded eagerly as Dylan finished speaking and said, voicing his thoughts, “I’ll definitely have to check them out. Tattoos are fun to get, but...so expensive.” He let out an anxious laugh then, scratching the back of his head. He looked up again at the mention of the gallery; he’d always been interested in art, though he hadn’t done much of it himself. “I’d love to see your gallery,” he said immediately.

[freddiefkncrane]

Who: Freddie & @antcinedupont​ When: June 25th, 9 pm What/Where: Private Poker Night/Le Cirque 

“Look what the cat dragged in–” Freddie grinned, turning his full attention to Antoine as the man found his way to the impressive bar. The two had coincidentally encountered one another at the close of the school day for the school counselor and Freddie had been neighborly to invite him out for a couple of drinks. Not at the distillery this time, but at Le Cirque, where Freddie just so happened to be hosting a high stakes poker game with a few wealthy friends in a private area. He didn’t mention that extra-curricular to Antoine but figured a few strong drinks would make him amenable, he was sure. “Little Dupont–” he teased, offering his hand in greeting, “so glad you could make it. Taking the night off from saving the children of Providence Peak?”  

[antcinedupont]

A small party at a bar sounded like good fun to Antoine when Freddie mentioned it and he was only too eager to accept. He dressed nicely, unsure why he bothered, but realizing that, for reasons he couldn’t even figure out, he wanted to impress Freddie. As far as Antoine knew, Freddie was a good friend, a close friend. Antoine had no idea what the meaning of ‘too trusting’ was either and refused to think about that phrase in alignment with Freddie. He wanted to believe that he was making friends, so he ignored his bad feelings and went to Le Cirque. He was almost bowled over by the volume of the music and barely managed to smile when he saw Freddie. “I suppose you could say that,” he said at last. Antoine still hadn’t noticed the poker table.

[antcinedupont]

ximenaflores​:

When the man struggled with getting the tire out of his car, Ximena tried to conceal her smirk; damn Americans, having no clue of how to fix their own stupid cars. “Well, you should have a car jack, I’m not carrying it around.” She scoffed, looking around in the back and finding it along with the much needed wrench. “You can, uh, not-tighten the screws while I put the jack under the car, okay?” She ordered, handing him the wrench.

She was right of course. Antoine should have been carrying around a car jack; he supposed, thinking about it now, that it was his arrogance that had kept him from picking one up, or even thinking to in the first place. However, when she still managed to produce one, he widened his eyes, shocked and, taking the wrench, did as she told him.

[therhumboogie]

By Jeremy Miranda, each of these beautifully done paintings has such a dreamy sense of layers, and worlds within worlds. The thread connecting each piece, using ladders, really is a sharp focus for the work linking different dimensions to one another, mesmerising stuff. 

[the-dead-poets]

[bigkuzdra]

[detailedart]

Isaac Ilyich Levitan (details)

[lecataste]

Emily Dickinson