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milksockets · 10 months

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'secretary,' 1972 in allen jones - royal academy of arts (2014)

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53v3nfrn5 · 4 months

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‘Table’ and ‘Chair’ (1969) by: Allen Jones

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ornithorynquerouge · 3 months

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Kate Moss, Body Armour bronze glitter by Allen Jones. 2013

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zegalba · 1 year

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Allen Jones: Table (1969)

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2001hz · 1 year

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Allen Jones: Green Table Sculpture (1972)

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south-of-heaven · 1 month

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When it Rains it Pours || AJ Styles x Reader

Summary: What really happened after LA Knight showed up at AJ's house?

You bolted upright in bed, heart hammering against your chest at the sudden cacophony of honking outside. Disoriented, you glanced at the clock – it was well past midnight. What could possibly be happening at this hour?

Your mind raced with worry as you stumbled out of bed, heart pounding in your ears as you hurried to the window. Pulling back the curtain, you gasped at the sight before you.

In the glow of the streetlights, you could make out the figure of your husband, AJ in the front yard, tense with fury. And there, standing in front of him, was LA Knight, a sneer twisting his lips as he goaded AJ on.

Panic surged through you as you watched the two men exchange heated words, their voices rising in anger. Without hesitation, you darted for the phone, fingers trembling as you dialed 911.

As you waited for the dispatcher to answer, you prayed fervently for help to arrive swiftly. The last thing you needed was for this confrontation to escalate any further, especially with the children sleeping soundly upstairs.

With trembling hands, you pressed the phone to your ear, relief flooding through you as you heard the dispatcher's voice on the line. Frantically, you relayed the situation, pleading for the police to come quickly.

As you hung up the phone, you could hear the sounds of a struggle outside – the dull thud of fists connecting, the grunts of exertion as the two men clashed.

Rushing back to the window, you watched with bated breath as the police cruisers rounded the corner, their sirens wailing in the night. With a surge of hope, you prayed that they would arrive in time to defuse the situation.

Finally, the flashing lights of the police cars illuminated the front yard, casting long shadows across the lawn. With a sense of profound relief, you watched as the officers swarmed in, separating AJ and Knight before things could escalate any further.

As the police officers managed to subdue Knight and lead him away in handcuffs, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. You rushed down the stairs and out the door to get to AJ, who was still seething with barely-contained rage.

Rushing out to the front yard, you approached AJ cautiously, your heart pounding with concern. His fists were clenched at his sides, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. He looked ready to explode.

"Allen, please," you said softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "It's over now. He's gone."

But AJ's gaze remained fixed on the retreating police car, his jaw clenched tight with fury. "That son of a…" he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with anger.

You knew that AJ was itching to give Knight a piece of his mind, to show him the consequences of crossing him. But you also knew that escalating the situation any further would only lead to more trouble.

"Come on," you said gently, taking AJ's hand in yours. "Let's go inside. You need to calm down."

For a moment, it seemed as though AJ might resist, his gaze still fixed on the police car. But then, as if realizing the futility of his anger, he finally relented, allowing you to lead him back into the house.

Once inside, you guided AJ to the kitchen, where you fetched a bag of ice from the freezer and handed it to him. He accepted it silently, pressing it against his split lip with a grimace of pain.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, you reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from AJ's forehead, your heart aching at the sight of him in pain. "Are you alright?" you asked softly.

AJ met your gaze, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "I'm fine, baby," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "I just… I couldn't stand the thought of him coming after you and the kids."

You reached out to take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. "I know," you said quietly. "But we're all safe now. That's all that matters."

With a heavy sigh, AJ leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. "I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. And in that moment, as you held each other close, you knew that together, you could weather any storm that came your way.

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jareckiworld · 2 months

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