Hoodies Stories

Hello and welcome to my art book. In this artbook I will post current and past art that I have done! It may take me a while because I'm in college, but I'll try and post as often as I can! Glad to be back💜

Sam has nothing but oversized hoodies inside his closet; Drew is determined to know why.

❝I feel more at home in your arms than I do in the dilapidated walls of this house or anywhere else in the world for that matter, Jimin.❞ in which Min Yoongi unveils the startling truth behind the numbers on Jimin's hoodies, in the midst of which he inevitably and profoundly falls in love with the eccentric pink haired boy.

Sometimes all love needs are two emotionally constipated idiots, one done with their shit third wheel, and an influx of Dream hoodies. ~~~ OR: the result of a spontaneous yt comment thread (no, really, that's what our doc is called) ~~~ warnings: language!! stay safe on this app kids :] recently i've been writing with this newfound friend i met on, well, youtube lmao. we posted this on ao3 sooner than we did on here so if you wanna read the finished product it should be under both our profiles, @celestialstars7 or @donutdisturblivball !! this was super fun to write so we hope you enjoy it!! :] follow us on twitter!: @ifounddnff @donutdisturbliv

Random poetry for the soul :)

Danielle never meant to fall for Victor Adenuga-the tall, quiet artist with a hoodie addiction and a talent for blushing at everything. But from awkward hallway glances to stolen walks home, she can't deny it anymore: he's got her heart doing cartwheels. Victor, on the other hand, just wanted to survive high school without hyperventilating. But then came Danielle-loud, dazzling, unpredictable-and suddenly, he's sketching butterflies again. Between nosy friends, suspicious parents, hoodie heists, and one very dramatic auntie, love was never going to be simple. But it might just be worth it.

[COMPLETED/EDITED] colorful - like the rainbow purple - like ... blue - like ... green - like ... yellow - like ... orange - like ... red - like ... white - like ...

❝We can't win this, no way in the World.❞ - ❝We need to find them. It's Now or Never. They're already strong enough.❞ - ❝Bu-❞ - ❝They're our only hope.❞ - ❝They're too young.❞ - Scorpius chuckled. ❝We're all too young.❞ "THATS RIGHT. THE HOODIES ARE ON THEIR WAY..." I hesitated, "OR ARE THEY..... ALREADY-"

Carton High School of the arts. The school Adelia Greene has ever dreamed of finally accepts her. She moves from Italy, all the way to a small town in New York to attend the school. Her dream of being a writer is coming to pass, at last. Ezekiel Reedson is a quiet observer, who expresses everything through his art. His brothers - the ones he seniors by minutes tend to be the opposite of him. He hides, either behind the shelves in the school's library or the art room, displaying his talent. These two seventeen-year-old students have something in common - a hidden identity, hacking. They both try to cover it up with the personality they carry, but little did they know that fate had laid their paths of meeting and falling in love. That...that's the path every hacker makes a mistake in. "The reason behind why I write or why I want to become a writer is because behind every good book is another story filled with hundreds of thousands of deleted words, many, many rewritten scenes, and buckets and buckets of tears. I want to tell you that story." "An artist can say the same thing, my love." I stared deeply into his eyes to believe what he had just said, "Your writing is beautiful." "I can say the same thing for this drawing but rather, it's chaotic and tell a story. I'd love to hear it one day or do you mind telling it now?" "I'm not a writer so I don't tell stories," he deadpanned. √•√ ACHIEVEMENTS: ---> 2nd in Blue Lotus Awards Cover by uwu_tan12 Banner by DefinitelyNot_ #2 - blacklives {21/07/20}✓

https://www.biemlfgroup.com/products/hoodies-for-men/ Mens Hoodies Stylish Fashionable and avant-garde Highlighting the individual side BT_LIGHT LIGHTWEIGHT FABRIC Ultimate lightness, extraordinary wrinkle resistance Using Toray imported yarns, combined with high-density knitting machines imported from Germany.

These are just a few random thoughts collected into one. Not many of them will be turned into a story. Just a few.

The hoodies from BeYouStyles must be a ground-breaking product if we find clothes to be comfortable, stylish, and adaptable. These hoodies provide the ideal balance of style and practicality whether you are lounging around the house, doing chores, or going out with friends. No matter the season, BeYouStyles hoodies, which are available in both genders, are the foundation of your outfit.

Poems that I have made that you can relate too whether it be sad or happy, about work or life, being bullied or a relationship in the end it is relatable to you or someone you know.

"Do I know you?" He questioned looking into my eyes as I held onto the clothes rack. Quickly I looked down and grabbed a random shirt in front of me. "No umm no I don't know you it's not like I work at your business or anything," I choked out ignoring the fact that a lady I knew very well walked in. "Brucie can we go now theirs something I want to do..." the woman trailed off before looking at me, "And who is she? One of your one night stands?" She questioned. Slowly I decided that I can't do this. So I slapped her before removing my jacket from my body but kept the hood over my face. "Bruce doesn't do one night stands, second he doesn't like to be called Brucie so don't even try lady, and third of all don't ever call me a one night stand because I can make any man leave your ass," I paused removing my hood. "Jessica!" Bruce screamed. "That's right the one and only. HARLEY," I screamed. I knew the famous Harley Quinn we were going shopping but seeing the woman in front of me changed everything. Harley ran out of the dressing room before eyeing me and the lady in front of me. She tossed me a gun and shaking I put it up to the lady's head. Then a loud bang was the only thing in the store.

John Watson moves in next door to Sherlock Holmes and invades his mind. What will happen?