#Best Practices For Painting High-Use Spaces At Home

[victoriamasterpainting]

Best Practices For Painting High-Use Spaces At Home

Painting high-use areas in your home requires careful consideration and planning. These areas, such as hallways, kitchens, and living rooms, see a lot of use and must withstand daily wear and tear.  Here are some tips to help you achieve a long-lasting and attractive finish in these busy spaces, especially if you’re looking for a house painting Melbourne project. 1. Choose the right paint Look…

[rimunagenius]

The Five Times Caitlin Clark Wanted to Kiss You - C.C

❝ word count: 3.4k ❞

❝ warnings: RPF!! , fluff , two massive idiots in love ❞

❝ rimunagenius speaks: this might be the very first time i fulfilled the promise of uploading something the night I say i will … everybody clap for me pls!! 🙂‍↔️ anyways … sorry this is actually pretty long but i actually feel like i cooked so bad on this !!! also yes, i used todays game day fit for reference in this … do not judge me rn … ❞

| Women’s Basketball Masterlist |

The first time:

You two had been best friends your entire lives. You lived right next door so seeing each other almost every day, being together all hours of the day wasn't an uncommon occurrence. That's why when you two had been couped up in her room all day, a long day of swimming in her pool, it didn't phase anyone in the home. Including yours. 

The talk about starting your senior year of high school was something that came up quite often this summer. Nerve-wracking but also excitement-inducing. "Who do you think will play again this year?" You lay on your back, your feet at the edge of the bed, the cool wall barely ghosting your toes while your head hung off the bed, next to Caitlin's. 

You looked to the side, analyzing Caitlin's face. She looked very pretty. Her cheeks were rosy from the slight sunburn that began to set into her pale skin, brown spots that appeared to be new freckles scattering her rosy cheeks. 

She sat on the floor, her back resting against the bed you appeared to be dangling off of. She turned her head to you, looking away quickly realizing the proximity between the both of you. Her patience and self-discipline began to grow weary the last two months of summer being around you all the time. She couldn't help but notice that you had grown into the most beautiful girl in the world. 

"Well, I know Sydney got pissed last season because we played well together that she only got playing time when you and I weren't on the court or the field. So I have no idea if she'll want to come back." She shrugged looking back at you, her eyes dropping to your tongue dragging across your lips quickly before looking away. 

"Yeah, I feel bad about that. We're just better together." You looked at your best friend, her brown eyes locking with yours for what felt like the longest moment of the whole day. 

"Definitely better." She whispered, suddenly the urge to meet her lips with yours getting increasingly harder by the second. Suddenly it didn't feel like she was all alone in what she seemed to think about you this whole summer. 

You scooted your head just a tiny bit closer, closing the distance to dangerous proximity, your breath practically fanning over the other. You both inched closer, the tension between the both of you growing. 

"Dinner's ready." Colin came bursting through the door, looking at the both of you. Both your heads shot in the direction of the intrusion, suddenly whisking away any possibility of you two. 

"We'll be right there." You said, cheeks suddenly growing hot and pink as you sat yourself upright and stood. 

Caitlin Clark, your best friend, just almost kissed you. 

The second time:

You two had just graduated and you both couldn't be any happier graduating together. The celebration with your families took place tomorrow so tonight was just you and Caitlin. All of your friends had left a while ago, pushing an hour ago, and you two stayed at the cool lake together. 

She just picked you up and ran and jumped into the water with you. You came up from the water laughing so hard your stomach hurt, it softly echoing in the space around you. You swam in front of Caitlin, studying her face as the sun began to set behind you, the pretty hues painting another artwork on her already flawless face. The pretty pattern they painted in her chocolate eyes. 

You fought the feelings you had been growing for the brunette all of your senior year. It wasn't obvious to anyone else but you two. The irony of it all made you laugh. "Will you miss me when I'm gone? Promise to visit or meet back home?" You asked. The soft pain in your heart started to settle and make home when she announced she committed to the University of Iowa and you Iowa State University. 

Both are at home but yet so far away from each other. "Of course, I'll miss you. How could I not miss this pretty yet obnoxious face hounding me every day." She ruffled your wet hair, swimming a little closer towards you. Would it be strange to say that in the cold water, you could still feel her warm body radiating its warmth towards you? 

"Good. Can't have you going and abandoning me now that you're miss hotshot, all-star recruit." You hugged her, enjoying the stark contrast of the water and her body against yours. You pulled away, your eyes getting lost in hers. You couldn't possibly kiss her. 

She fought demons and all the thoughts telling her to just kiss you because she won't see you for a long time after you both leave. One kiss wouldn't hurt the friendship, right? But it would. She didn't know for sure that you liked girls. The longing glances, the lingering touches, and the indirect confessions you two shared late at night throughout the year still weren't sufficient pieces of evidence to convince the brunette that you shared the same admiration she did for you. Love. She was in love with you. 

She couldn't ruin the friendship. That's why when she noticed both your breathing growing heavy, the eyes bouncing from eye to eye and to each other's lips, the declining distance, she had to cut it short. She'd rather love you in silence than announce it to the world and lose you in the process. "You're my best friend, you know that?" She looked at your face, scanning it to make sure she didn't say the wrong thing. Maybe she should have just kissed you. In the privacy and knowledge of only you two. 

"Yes, of course. You're mine." You whispered, pulling apart and reaching for the deck to pull yourself out of the water and dry off for the night. 

The third time:

You had quite literally sweated through your tank top under your Clark jersey while you anxiously watched what was the last minute of the BIG 10 tournament with the Clark family. Your team had been eliminated a couple of games ago, so you made haste in coming to see your favorite girl play.  You and her mom holding hands, Colin on your other side while you held his hand. Caitlin had a stellar game so far, so you shouldn't have felt as worried as you did, but you couldn't help but feel nervous because you knew how badly she wanted this. 

You came to see her and have been attached at the hip for the last three days like old times. You watched her relentlessly practice her shots, you assisting in her off-the-dribble shots, contested shots, her quick release shots. You spent hours in the gym with her. You watched her practice and the team, you had complete and utter faith that they'd secure the win, it was just nerve-inducing to watch it all unfold. 

She had pulled another logo three off a screen, the whole family, including you, celebrating among the thousands of other people in the arena. The cheering halted for moments before the final buzzer, signaling the win Iowa University had secured. 

The shouting and screaming that ensued was enough to rupture the eardrums in every single being in this arena. You and Colin embraced while jumping up and down that all of your guys' favorite girl had won the biggest game in her career. This was truly an unreal feeling for a mere spectator in Caitlin's life, so you couldn't possibly imagine how this must've felt to Caitlin while she celebrated with her team on the court. 

It wasn't long before the family was allowed to make their way to the court and celebrate with the champions. You greeted all of Caitlin's friends who had soon become yours within the last few days. You congratulated them on their win and praised their efforts in making it all possible. 

You caught the eye of Caitlin, deep into a post-game interview, her eyes meeting yours, a soft smile gracing her lips as yours reached your eyes. You couldn't have been more happier and proud that she achieved what she so desperately wanted and hoped to accomplish for herself and this program. 

You and her parents waited for her to finish all her other obligations before thinking to interrupt to celebrate, it was quite taxing due to the excitement and pride the five of you harbored for the brunette, but it left a lull in the celebration between you. "You know, I'm glad you were able to be here. I know how much it means to Caitlin that you could make it tonight. I know how much it means to me and Anne that you stayed her best friend through all these years, being another major support system for our girl. You're a part of our family and we love you, kiddo. Just thought I should mention it." Brent leaned to the side, and low, to be able to reach your ear close enough so you could hear him over the roar of cheers among the women and their families. 

His eyes trained on the happiness of his daughter while she hugged her teammates trying to make her way to you guys. You looked up to the man, the man whose house you spent the majority of your childhood in. You smiled to yourself at his confession, nearly bringing tears to your eyes. "Of course. I was happy to come and make her game. I wouldn't miss it for the world. She's worked so hard and I'm glad to see the amazing player and woman she hoped to be." You patted his back, him looking at you at your confession of Caitlin. "I'm glad you consider me part of the family too. I would hope so because then I spent all those years asking for food and sleepovers for nothing, Mr. Clark." You both laughed. 

Unbeknownst to you both, Caitlin had been sauntering over to the lot of you. Her family. She never admired your beauty more than she did right now. She loved that you could spend the moments in her absence, talking and laughing with her parents and brothers. The look of this picture seemed so natural to you. 

She could kiss you so badly right now, wanting nothing more to relish in the thought of you finally being far more than just her best friend. The attraction she had for you, doubled tenfold, just by the small interaction you shared for being absent for the last three months. 

She couldn't get enough of you. 

The fourth time: 

It was mere hours passed from the point where you, Caitlin, and your family celebrated her win in the BIG Ten tournament that you two spent the night quietly in your apartment. You had invited her over, leaving the option for her to celebrate with her family of course, and she gladly accepted your invitation. 

You two had cleaned up for the night, you changed your clothes, showering most immediately when arriving home, letting Caitlin wander around your place for the first time. She showered second, changing into old pajamas you kept of hers over the years. "Cait, I seriously can't believe you guys did it! I mean, I can, but oh my god it's still crazy." You looked at Caitlin who sat at the island barstool just watching you. Attentive to what you had been saying and the way your eyes literally shined talking about her. It settled a warm feeling in her chest, that some like you, especially you, could talk about her with such joy and adoration. 

"You literally looked amazing out there, Cait." You smiled at her, placing the strawberries you had been cutting into the bowl next to the cutting board. You two had already eaten dinner at a restaurant with some players from the team and their families. You two just wanted a snack and all you had were strawberries and whipped cream. 

"Thank you, pretty." The blush in your cheeks suddenly matched those of the berries you had just placed in front of Caitlin. You turned to grab the whipped cream from the fridge, trying to bask in the cool air to ease the flustered look on your face. Failing miserably. 

"Of course, Cait." You smiled. You really could not stop smiling whenever you had been around her. It was becoming concerning. Not literally, but seriously, the happiness and giddiness were becoming funny at this point, especially amusing the brunette in front of you. You suppose that's why she kept calling you names like that. Except the effect is more efficient in person and not over Facetime. "Do you want something to drink?" You asked, clearing your throat. Suddenly the air becoming increasingly thick to breathe when she looks at you the way she has been for the last twenty minutes. 

You opened the cupboard, noticing that the cups you needed were on the second shelf, the shelf you indeed could not reach. "Hey, do you min—" You turned to face Caitlin, seeing her already two steps ahead of you. 

She stood behind you, placing one hand on your hip. Surely she needed to balance herself, but she was six foot...

You sighed quietly, fully knowing she could hear you but it didn't matter. She reached her other hand, picking up two glasses with one hand with ease. Caitlin waited til the last possible second to remove her hand from its place on your hip. She placed the glasses, down, closed the cabinet, and turned you around to face her, all while her one hand remained on your body. 

Looking at her this close, with the both of you sharing the same look, and surely the same thoughts about the other, was something totally different than all the other times. Granted the other times both of you had a nudge of what could transpire between you both, just less courage and lack of all the information keeping you from doing so. 

But right now, the reaction she managed to draw from you, her being so close she could hear it and feel you beneath her, the feeling of your body growing warm at the mere thought of her touching you anywhere else was something so different. There was more clarity about your guys' relationship right now than there has ever been before. 

"You're so pretty. Do you know that? It's unreal." Caitlin whispered, her face now next to your ear, the feeling of her breath sending chills anywhere and everywhere. You could not believe this was happening right now. How could you two act like best friends if what you think is about to happen happens?

"I wouldn't say unreal." You seriously could not muster a better response than the first, most flustered, yet idioticly undertoned answer that came to mind.  You looked into her eyes, suddenly unaware of anything else. Her eyes were chocolate brown, almost black in ill-lighted rooms but right now they were the center of your captivation. It would be a national crime to look away right now. 

Caitlin could see the way she was making you feel right now. She couldn't lie to herself and say she didn't feel the same way you did, she was just better at hiding it than you were. "No, I think that's exactly the word I'd use. So pretty." Her voice gets significantly faint and breathless at her last sentence. Her lips now significantly closer to yours. 

You reached a hand up and rested it on her cheek instinctually. You held her face close, your body now pressing into hers. Both of Caitlin's hands were resting on either hip, holding you as close as you'd allow. 

This was a major dynamic change of your friendship and you two were processing this as you went. It was scary to think about. You tilted your head up, breath fanning over her lips, her pace in breaths matching yours. Both of you felt so extremely overwhelmed but the good kind. Your eyes met each other, the action making it feel like a butterfly sanctuary inhabited your belly as the moment occurred. 

"Caitlin, are you going to kiss me or not?" You sighed, the desperation evident in the tone of your voice. You sighed at the force of which one of her hands reached the back of your neck, pulling your face into hers. She kissed you so hard you couldn't breathe. The way she grabbed so gently yet so desperately like if she didn't, you'd vanish. 

This was truly something out of a movie. The years of build-up between the both of you. The feelings that were so secretive yet not so. It was a perfect act that transpired in your kitchen. 

The fifth time: 

Caitlin was in a rush to get ready, fully under the impression that you were already done and just waiting on her. The second you both walked into your shared apartment in Indiana, Caitlin bolted to your guys' room and hopped in the shower. They had beat Chicago Sky for the second time this season and you had gone in shorts and a black form-fitted crop top, with Caitlin's jersey over it. You had told her you had to change and that was it, but it panicked Caitlin that she would have to complete a whole routine before she would be ready. 

"Baby, have you seen my—" She paused in her hurried state, looking at you, suddenly unimpressed at the state she found you in. "Baby, are you kidding me?" She chuckled softly as she found your face buried in a pillow. You had already put on your spaghetti strapped, long pencil dress, curled your hair, and all you had to do was your makeup. 

"I'm just a little tired, Cait." You turned over, looking at your fiancé with a sleepy smile on your face. You patted the spot next to you, putting your face back into the pillow. Wanting to be near your beautiful girl at the moment while you lay in your shared bed. 

"Let me get dressed. You need to do your makeup before you start to complain that I didn't tell you sooner because you have no time." She slid on a sports bra and a white crop top. Her underwear and her forest green shorts followed. She plopped on the bed next to you. 

"I don't want to do my makeup but I do. I just want to lay here with you. For like...ever." You sighed as you rolled onto your side, your arm sliding over her stomach, cuddling you two together. "Baby, we have to go." You sighed, looking at her with a pout on your lip.

"Yeah, I know that. You're the one laying on me." Caitlin looked down at you, watching you get up. She sat there and watched you as you walked up to your vanity in the corner and started your makeup routine. She couldn't believe you were real. You two grew up together and not once did she believe that you'd be this gorgeous. It was literally like watching an angel. 

You had caught her eye through the mirror, and you blushed profusely, suddenly aware that she had been watching you this whole time and you just now noticed how insane you looked with unblended concealer and contour. "Stop looking at me like that." You proclaimed, cheeks blushing and lips curled into one of the biggest smiles. 

"Like what?" Caitlin whispered, her hands folded in her lap. God, she couldn't help but smile whenever she seemed to be looking at you. 

"Like you want to kiss me so bad." You blended out your concealer and contour, now putting blush on. Hoping it'll conceal the blush already present. 

"Well, I want to." She said matter of factly. Which made you both blush even more than you two already had been. You two were blushing mess in each other's presence it was insane. 

"Oh my gosh, can you let me get ready without you trying to seduce me, at least once?" You both laughed while you tried to hurry up and get ready before Caitlin's eyes literally made you explode. She went to blow dry and straighten her hair before finding her resting place on the bed, watching you. "Okay! I'm done, my love." You said, sliding on your sandals before grabbing your purse that Caitlin was already holding out for you. 

Mumbling a thank you, Caitlin grabbed her matching blazer to her shorts and followed you out of the room and to the car. She stole the kiss she was waiting for before opening the door for you to get in.

[storiesoflilies]

an italian summer with satoru gojo was opulent: sandalwood-scented breezes, delicate hints of lavender and lime, lemon trees bowing gracefully over narrow cobbled stairways, and chiffon curtains blowing over open bay windows. the very best suite that money could buy overlooked the sea, with a private infinity pool carved into the natural rock of the cliff, as if it was always meant to be there.

their deep wine glasses chimed as they clinked them together. satoru dripped with a rich saccharine ease as he pinched the stem of his glass, swirling the white wine as he sipped tentatively, tasting and savoring with practiced finesse.

she tilted her head, caressing the wine over the tip of her tongue before swallowing. satoru gazed at her with twinkling cerulean stars, waiting with bated breath. “do you like it, my love?” he hummed expectantly, adoringly. “think you could share a bottle with me?”

all of this was for her, you see. completely booking out a restaurant over a cliff on the amalfi coast, turquoise tyrrhenian sea crashing against the rocks just below them, sending a spray of salt and mysteries even this high up.

“yeah,” she replied, smiling softly, a breeze running through the pink silk ribbons in her hair, lips painted in a glossy blush.

satoru’s lip curled upwards as he turned to nod at the waiter, who poured them both a full glass and left the bottle chilling in a ice-cold silver bucket, condensation trailing down the outside onto the white tablecloth. he pulled her chair closer to his, and his aroma overwhelmed her in a woody citrus haze, touches of jasmine smoothing the edges of him into her like a melting ice cube.

“are you happy, my love?” he whispered, full of reverence and all things holy and tender, his plush lips tickling the lobe of her ear. “is this what you wanted?”

she giggled innocently, pearly teeth flashing in the afternoon sun-haze. “you didn’t have to do all this for me. i would have still been happy eating italian takeaway at home.”

satoru scoffed and waved his hand, his honey lips skimming over the soft curve of her neck. “absolutely not. only the best for my pretty girl.”

she surrendered to his touch, his teeth nibbling and teasing as she sighed in ecstasy. she wanted to stay here forever, trapped in a watercolor painting of this moment; strokes in hues of baby pinks and blues, with golden light kissing down the crinkles of his linen shirt.

“satoro,” she whined, setting down her wineglass before any of its precious contents spilled, as his frosty-white hair tickled her jawline. “someone’s going to see us.”

“then let them. let them see how much i love you in a place almost as beautiful as you. let them see and crave what we have.”

a kiss on her cupid’s bow.

“they can never have this.”

a kiss in the space between her brows.

“they can never have you.”

@venusiansilk i hope you have even a just little smile on your face after this, and your dreams tonight are of italian summers with your love <3

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Late jazz legend Dave Brubeck's 1953 MCM cantilevered house in Oakland, California is on the market for $3M. It has 4bds, 4ba, and is cantilevered 16 ft. in the air. Designed by architect Beverley D. Thorne.

Five steel beams project in two directions allowing the house to "float" above the challenging hillside lot, while preserving the natural beauty of a site that commands a magnificent panoramic view of the San Francisco Bay.

The spacious living room features glass walls for a great view, plus a stone fireplace.

This deck has the best view of San Francisco Bay.

It's a dinette now, but it used to be the music room where the Dave Brubeck Quartet practiced. It's famous for the rock projecting out of the center of the house.

I think the rock is the coolest feature. It sort of looks like a frog.

The large kitchen has been updated, but the cabinetry looks like original MCM style.

A small area of the kitchen has a bistro table set and opens to this deck.

Large primary bedroom is divided into 2 areas.

Bedroom #2 has a nook with a desk.

Bedroom #3 is smaller and painted a pleasant blue.

Small exercise space has a nice view.

This patio looks like it's almost as high as the roof.

The drive leading up to the front door has a carport.

You can see here how the house is built among the rocks.

Check out the view at night.

Attractive home balanced above a rocky .29 acre lot.

Aerial view showing the location.

[iliketodrawig]

All of my rtc headcanons but they get worse and worse

Noel and Ocean secretly adore each other but as if they were brothers. They have a dynamic like "I can laugh at you but anyone who messes with you is dead."

Noel's mother used to watch old movies and that's where the boy's passion for this whole thing was born.

Constance's brother often tried to follow his sister no matter where she went (high school, choir practice, cooking class).

During choir practice, Noel would paint Penny's nails. He started doing it one day when she fell asleep in class and he decided to do it without waking her up. He succeeded and they both liked the result, so they've been doing it ever since.

Ricky wrote comics about the adventures of the Space Age Bachelor Man (he wrote and illustrated it) and his dream was to publish it one day. Penny was the only one he showed them to.

Mischa, Penny and Ricky are the BEST of friends. They usually meet in Ricky's house to watch superhero movies and read comics.

Ocean and Constance have sleepovers where they watch Barbie movies.

Ricky had a huge crush on Penny.

When Ocean was a little girl, she used to lived in the same hippie commune as Penny, so they were very good friends. But when her family left Elysum (shortly before kindergarten) they didn't see each other again until Penny joined the choir, but Ocean felt ashamed of her so she pretended she didn't know her. This hurt Penny a lot because she knew that Ocean remembered her, but she didn't say anything.

When the accident happened, Constance's brother was still a little kid so with the passage of time he forgot his sister's voice and he blames himself for this.

Ocean always felt identified with Matilda due to the lack of affection from her parents.

Constance always offered to let Ocean spend as much time as she needed at her house when she didn't want to deal with her parents, but Ocean stopped doing it because she was jelaous of the Blackwoods since they were the family she always dreamed of.

After the accident, Mischa's adoptive parents felt very guilty for not treating him as he deserved. When they recovered the boy's phone, they discovered Talia's messages and told her what had happened.

She did not believe them but she was left with the doubt and looked for it on the internet. That was how she found out.

Father Marcus told the kids to get on one last ride because they had to go home. They chose the Cyclone. He saw the accident and when he approached to bless the deceased, he fainted when he realized that they were his children. He woke up 7 hours after the accident and the coroner confirmed that it was indeed them.

As Penny lost her memories in the warehouse due to her body never being identified, the other kids also lost all their memories of her. That's why no one remembers her.

Penny wrote in her notebook everything that happened in the warehouse so she doesn't forget it. Months later, one of the girls who bullies her discover the notebook and she burns it. Penny cries but she doesn't cry because her notebook is destroyed, but because she no longer remembers the choir anymore.

[jpitha]

Late, late at night on the Human/K'laxi Starbase. Long after most everyone has gone to bed. The shops are shut, even the bars and dance clubs have turned their last tipsy patrons towards home.

The main promenade on the way to the Commons is dark, and quiet.

Linaren the K'laxi stands nervously at one end of the promenade. In his hands are a case holding his paints, brushes and applicators, K'laxi safe solvents and his idea.

Across the Human/K'laxi Sarbase, and in fact in nearly all human Starbases, Art is promoted, encouraged, and loved. Human starships are all decorated, painted in wild colors and patterns. Human pressure suits are decorated, human spaces are decorated. When the humans came to the Starbase, they brought their institution of public art with them.

Anyone can pick an open area on the walls, floors or ceilings of the Starbase that isn't already painted on and isn't used for infrastructure, security or other essential needs to decorate. They can decorate in any way that suits them. Most people paint, but people have yarnbomed, put up textural mixed media pieces and even sound and light installations.

If everyone likes your art, it stays up. If they don't, you get to keep it up for a week and then the next person who applied to use the space gets their turn. In some parts of the Starbase, the art changes weekly, in others, it has never changed. Crowded and popular locations like the promenade, commons and docking bay have a near constant rotation of art with some special and much loved pieces staying in place.

Linaren put in his request to Starbase yesterday and was surprised when it was approved almost immediately. He wasn't asked to provide any drafts or drawings of what he was going to do. Just where he wanted to apply his art. In his approval Starbase pointed out that due to his choice of location, his best chance would be to do it after most everyone went to sleep.

"I want to paint a mural on the floor of the promenade, right at the entrance from the docking bay." was all he wrote in his request.

Now, here he was, paint in hand, nobody around.

He got to work.

He had bee thinking about his idea for weeks, months. He tried out different paints on panels in his room, trying to see how the color of the panel would bleed though and tone the work. He brought the colored panels with him to the promenade and looked how they appeared under the lights and windows at different times of day.

Once he got started, the art flowed from his arms. He was barely a part of it. It was as if it was already there, he was just making it appear.

“Do the humans feel like this when they make art?” He thought as he worked. “Do they have these feelings of exhilaration and anxiety, of fun and worry, all blended together?”

All in all, it took Linaren nearly 5 hours to finish. Except stopping for a sip of water, or to stand up and make sure he was going in the right direction, he painted the entire time.

When he was done, he applied sealant and the accelerator so that it could be walked upon, and before the first shopkeepers came to open their stores he left.

As people streamed in, they stopped and stared at Lin's work. Everyone was amazed to see what showed up, practically instantly.

It was a massive, abstract piece titled “thoughts of home.”

It was a riot of color, high contrast, bright tones, sweeping lines and bold blacks meant to make the viewer think about what Home meant to them.

It was nearly the entire width of the promenade and a third of its length, it was by far the largest piece on Starbase.

Lin’s piece was the talk of the Starbase.

Lin was the talk of the Starbase. He hadn't signed it, but he did apply for permission to paint it, so Starbase knew who did the work, but nobody else did.

"Lin?" Starbase queried later that day. "Lin, everyone loves your work. they want to know more about you and what you did,"

Lin dropped the pad he was holding. "They...what?" he whispered.

"Lin, everyone loves your art. They want to talk to you about it."

"No" he whispered "No, I don't want to. It was just something I did. Something I needed to do. It's not anything special."

"Lin, it is special. You are special. Everyone loves it."

"I'm not an artist!" He said, his ears flat. "I just painted something."

"Lin, that is what an artist does." Starbase said kindly. "It's okay to be overwhelmed by the attention. It's even okay to not want to talk to anyone about it. I won't let anyone know who painted the piece if you don't want me to. But" They went on "I need you to know that you are an artist. You make art. You make art that you enjoy and honestly, that's enough. The fact that you also make art that others enjoy is an amazing bonus."

"People like it?" he said curiously.

"People love it." Starbase replied. "I've gotten no less than seventy five requests for the artist who made it, some for kudos, some for an interview and two from Captains who want to commission you."

"Commission me?"

"Yeah, they want to pay you to do a piece on on in their ships."

Lin stood in his room, looking at the wall. Getting paid to do something he liked doing anyway seemed like a good deal.

"Okay. I'll talk to them. Thanks Starbase. You always seem like you know what to say."

"Hah, thank you Lin, I appreciate that. I've just been around a long time, and have seen lots of strange and wonderful things."

[ghost-kitty-cat]

Honey! Where's my Headcanons? Honey where is my Headcanons! (I pray that people get that reference...)

First Headcanon, (slightly also a Lauren Headcanon... but..) I like to imagine Lauren and Honey were friends in high school (I also imagine Lauren was friends with Casey in high school but Honey & Casey didn't actually meet until further down the line...)

Second Headcanon, Honey is a very patient person which is why they didn't mind taking things a bit slow with Casey.... (they also are quite calm but um... you'll see why in a bit...)

Third Headcanon, I don't know why but I imagine Honey's family was rich but not extremely rich... like rich enough that Honey's parents could afford them dance lessons specifically ballet (which is why they know how to dance...)

Fourth Headcanon, (this is connected to the last Headcanon.... but..) Honey's family was the kind of people who kinda let the money go to their heads and they kinda becames snobs (except for honey) and also Honey's family didn't have the best control of their tempers sooo there was quite a lot of yelling mostly directed at Honey (didn't help that back then Honey was almost as anxious and nervous as Casey so they ended up kinda locking away certain emotions even after moving out and that's why they're so calm.... jeez that got depressing....)

Fifth Headcanon, (this is a more light hearted one.. i promise...) Because of Casey (and Because Lauren practically begged Honey to) Honey's home now has a bunch of plants (I imagine Honey has a actual home while Casey & Lauren shared a apartment which means Honey has more space and Lauren asked Honey to take some of Casey's plants since the apartment is practically overflowing with them...)

Sixth Headcanon, I don't know why but I imagine Honey really likes cinnamon (also pumpkin pie too....actually scratch that, they like all the sweets and they have a massive sweet tooth.....maybe in the future when Sweets possibly opens up their dream bakery, Honey can be one of their first customers....I think Honey & Sweets would get along...)

Seventh Headcanon, (I don't think Honey's job has been mentioned (yet) sooo...) I like to imagine Honey works as a author... they aren't super well known (yet) but they have written quite a bit... (now I'm just thinking that Ellis, Gem & Honey would possibly get along... maybe a few of Honey's books have ended up in Ellis's bookstore....)

Eighth Headcanon, (I don't know why... but..) I like to imagine Honey has a ginger cat (who I have dubbed "Cheese/Cheese Puff" and he is very fluffy and poofy.... also round like a cheese puff...)

Ninth Headcanon, (slightly inspired by one of my Casey's Headcanons... but..) I like to imagine Honey has tried to come up with their nickname for Casey but 1. They aren't very good at nicknames and 2. When they try to use nicknames like love,baby, babe and etc.. it causes Casey to get very flustered (I believe that's the word...) so Honey doesn't really have a nickname for Casey though they occasionally call him something flower related like Rose or Petal...

Tenth Headcanon, (totally not based off my own opinions... but..) I like to imagine Honey really likes the movie "Howl's Moving Castle" (plus other movies made by Studio Ghibli... I believe I spelled that right...)

Bonus Headcanon, (a bit of a future headcanon techically... but..) When Honey eventually opens up a bit more and lets loose more of the emotions they have locked away, I totally see them becoming more anxious and nervous... and as a way to fidget/stim Honey will either write or paint... (I imagine they even gave Casey a painting once though it was a small painting...)

[fern-hounds]

under cut for pictures and descriptions ⬇️⬇️⬇️

safe to assume they're all pan and poly for the sake of the poll Lethellis: If you like someone with dark and moody color palettes, good with their hands and even better at reading others, and the idea of a 2-3 year long slow burn in which trust and devotion are built, congrats! You're getting a life long partner who's practically your shadow who would kill for you.

5'11 (180 cm) ✦ Thief ✦ They/It

Linnet: If your type is big soft man who would build a house for you from scratch, you're in luck! He's a bit on the quiet side, but his love language is actions, and he puts in the work. Loves to cook, and feels like sleeping with a heated blanket. His hands might be rough, but his heart is nothing but soft.

6'7 (201 cm) ✦ Engineer ✦ He/Him

Myrr: If you ever wondered if you could find love in a bog, you're in the right place! This swamp looking sylvari has a heart of gold, with some home cooking that can't be beat. A romantic night by the water with the sounds of the frogs croaking, the fireflies glowing, while enjoying a tasty and hearty stew. Bring a bottle of wine you would like, she's used to something a bit stronger. If you're brave, you could try a sip, but be careful. The moonshine she's drinking could strip the paint off a barn.

5'6 (166 cm) ✦ Necromancer ✦ She/They

Eidhneán: You're gonna have to ask this poor pining plant out yourself. He's thought through of so many scenarios of asking to be your valentine but he's shy, and couldn't work up the courage. Big fan of poetry and reading. Knows where all the best coffee shops are at. After being assured that you like him back, he builds more courage and would leave you little love notes.

5'3 (160 cm) ✦ Warrior ✦ He/Him

Caislán: Big buff butch. That's your type. And your type is correct. She will quite literally sweep you off your feet. Shameless flirt and has little filter. Will plow you like a field. Showoff and showboats for you, bonus if you're a healer/mender to patch her up after. She'll ask you to kiss her better.

6'5 (196 cm) ✦ Elementalist ✦ She/Her

Féithlin: You're a romantic. Not lowkey, no no no. You like highkey and high fantasy. You saw the kind of romantic devotion in The Princess Bride and knew what you were about. This gnc mage could blast Wizard Howl out of the water and still have time to conjure a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Well-versed and well-mannered, you wonder if the mesmer is all talk and tricks, but it's all genuine. If chivalry, devotion, and fun chemistry is your idea of a good time, they've found you.

5'10 (178 cm) ✦ Mesmer ✦ Any Pronouns

Rosyth: You've caught yourself looking lovingly at one or two or more of the warden npcs in game. It's okay, we've all done it. This ex-warden now pact lieutenant notices you and smiles back. Brave enough to come to you first. Courteous, charismatic, and cordial come to mind. If you have a soft spot for the chivalrous knight-type, you can rest assure your heart is in safe hands.

5'5 (166 cm) ✦ Guardian ✦ They/Them

Kienán: Tall and stoic, they probably come off as a little intimidating at first. Once you spend some time with them though, you see they're just polite and quiet. They enjoy sharing space together, and notice actions over words. Maybe it's their calming demeanor, or low soft-spoken voice, but you find yourself dozing off working with them; only to wake up later having been carried to somewhere better suited to sleep on than a chair, and covered with what looks like a hand knitted blanket.

6'1 (186 cm) ✦ Revenant ✦ They/Them

Rónah: You're a sucker for golden retriever energy! Actual sunshine. Always happy to see you and makes even a bad day turn around into something nice. Lives up to the stereotype of wlw who moves in together after a week of dating. Hope you like pets!

5'11 (181 cm) ✦ Ranger ✦ She/Her

[your7oxygen]

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1. Simplify Your Colors

A minimalist look can instantly be created with beige, cream, and brown neutrals. For a more dramatic style, go for a monochromatic color palette of black and white. If these don't appeal, try muted colors outside this spectrum, paired with a complementary accent color to highlight your minimalist furniture and accessories. The simpler and more complementary the colors, the more spacious the room will feel, which is key to a minimal style.

2. Clear Away the Clutter

Minimalism thrives in uncluttered spaces. Be ruthless in clearing away excess clutter with clever storage solutions. Ensure that all items on display serve a practical function, like the 'Zen' approach to de-cluttering.

3. Break Up the Space

Open spaces and open-plan rooms are ideal for a minimalist aesthetic, but you don't need a ton of space to achieve this look. Use room dividers, partitions, low cabinets, and bookcases to optimize the space you have. For larger projects, consider reducing the number of walls in your room, though this involves more time and money. Prioritize clean rooms with only necessary furniture and choose items with simple silhouettes and clean shapes.

4. Remember the Materials

Minimalist styles favor strong shapes over fussy details. Mix materials or add a splash of color with flowers artfully arranged on your minimalist table to personalize the look without detracting from its key principles of shape, texture, and color. Metal and glass are popular for their ability to bounce light around the room and their sleek finishes.

5. Focus on Balance and Proportions

Minimalism is all about finding balance. Furniture should be in proportion with both the room and the rest of your décor to create a natural space rather than one where every item stands out. Coordination is key; everything must be intentional, not a result of accidental disharmony.

6. Choose a Focal Point

If neutrals aren't your thing, choose a single focal point to build around. This allows for more vibrancy and customization without deviating from minimalism. Draw the eye to the center with an interesting rug, painting, or table. Whatever the focal point, it must be functional to earn its place in your minimalist room.

7. Organize Your Lighting

Streamline your minimalist design with clever lighting. Use lighting to highlight specific areas or emphasize the simplicity of the space. Allow daylight to circulate freely, and use concealed artificial lighting as a powerful, unobtrusive tool to create a sense of space.

8. Focus on Function

Great minimalist design puts function front and center. Decide whether each piece has a purpose and discard those that do not. Your interior should be a place of harmony and calm. Add storage spaces or baskets to quickly stow objects that are out of place. In high-traffic areas, use sleek storage solutions to keep essentials hidden away

9. Leave Empty Space

Emptiness doesn't have to be dull. Resist the impulse to fill every corner or hang things on every wall. Ensure each piece has a function; if not, it has no place in a minimalist space.

10. Don't Forget the Flooring

A great floor can signal your minimalist credentials. Wooden floors, marble, and stone flooring are popular options that are easy to maintain and create a seamless look. Carpets aren't completely ruled out, but simpler options are often preferred.

Why is Minimalism Everywhere?

Minimalism's popularity stems from its adaptability and simplicity. A minimalist space instantly looks and feels more calming. Minimalist design principles can be adapted to suit homes, workplaces, and public spaces, making it a versatile and enduring style choice.

[manishaasinfratecho]

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[sylvanianfamiliez]

going to be autistic on here abt bjd eyes

i’ve been experimenting w trying to make bjd eyes for years at this point and im like confident in my skills but i’m struggling to find the right materials. i watch a lot of various eye makers’ tutorials to see what they use but the problem i always find is that most of them don’t seem to worry abt how the eyes will hold up longterm, which is smth i rly want for mine. like using uv resin for the base will yellow so bad….not to mention the health effects

so it’s like health + longevity that bothers me. i don’t want to use toxic materials for my eyes and risk my health for it. stop using resin without proper ventilation and shit inside your home. please.

my best bet rn is polymer clay for the bases and it works great but the major problem i have is dust in the pure white of the eyes…gonna try some ways of minimising this but i also can’t spend all my energy trying to reduce dust in my environment bcuz it’ll give me a heart attack from the stress. plus i can’t seem to get it to smoosh perfectly in the silicone molds…it’s always got some dents. that’s probably just practice though

so for the dust my thinking was maybe i’d just cover it in acrylic paint after, but acrylic paint stays a bit sticky and attracts dust anyway so. it kinda cancels out. i’ve thought about other materials to use as a base but it always comes back to yellowing. i wondered whether maybe thermoplastic could work but i couldn’t find anything about the yellowing rates so, maybe i’ll try it and leave it sometime but i don’t have high hopes

but then ofc there’s the problem of The Oven. i make the irises out of polymer clay bcuz that’s what works best for me. i’ve never been able to use pastels for my colours bcuz it just looks gross and grainy and muddy no matter what i do, so polymer clay is pretty non negotiable. which means whatever i use for the bases has to be oven safe

and the bubbles in the domes as well…it’d be good to get a pressure chamber someday but that’s a more serious piece of kit than i have room for rn. laeli suggested trying a vibrator to agitate the bubbles which i wanna try so bad lol. but i need to get the resin first….i wanna try art resin cuz it’s supposed to be non toxic so i could use it indoors. and i saw some tests where it was super resistant to yellowing as well. so it sounds perfect but since it’s 2 part resin i’d have to have a lot of eyes prepped beforehand so i don’t waste it all as it’s not cheap !!

im thinking about seeing if i could do the bases with art resin as well but since it’s only non toxic on its own cuz it doesn’t react with anything else in the air, i don’t know what pigments i could use if any. apparently their pigments they make are kinda ass and i’d need it to be a really solid white. they also don’t sell the pigments individually afaik. i’d like to try a white gel pigment but again !! i don’t know how it’ll react. it’d probably be fine but i wish i had the info…..plus i don’t know if it would just melt in the oven. you shouldn’t really put resin in the oven. and if it worked i’d definitely want to get my own little oven sooner as i’m just experimenting w the kitchen one first….bcuz it comes back to the toxic fumes. but even if i did that’s also. having the space for it

UAGH !! you see why i am going round in circles….i wish i could be one of those girlies that just fucks up their lungs and makes eyes that go yellow in 2 years and be happy but unfortunately i care for both myself and my product. i think i’m gonna have to just work on making my space dust free for the white polymer clay but I DONT WANNAAAAAA

[cozyenigma]

Cooperation

Word Count- 567

Request?- Yes!

Summary- Bring cooped up in a space ship light years from home would be hard on relationships at the best of times but when it came to these two things were ridiculous.

Warnings- None

"Captain, with all due respect-"

"This is stupid."

Celci shot Mark a scathing look and turned back to you, practically pleading.

"See? This is not going to work. I can see where you're coming from but Mark-" she shoots another glance his way that could strip paint, "this just isn't a good use of our time, captain."

While she was facing you Mark was miming her talking with his hand, all exaggerated and mocking. He only stopped when she turned. You really had your work cut out for you.

Sighing, you thought of how to phrase this better.

"It's come to my attention that you two aren't… on the best of terms. There's been complaints."

Both of them, funnily enough, reacted in tandem. They reared back in offense, both talking over each other.

"Oh that's a bunch of bullshit!"

"Who would even say that?"

"It's all her fault anyway!"

"How would he affect my work at all?!"

"Regardless," you cut in before it could devolve any further, "this kind of animosity isn't good for any work environment. Let alone onboard a ship with a mission as important as this one."

Mark grumbled and Celci stewed. Just rip the band-aid off…

"So you two are going to work on team building three times a week."

"What?!"

"Captain!"

Mark looked absolutely betrayed. Meanwhile Celci was struggling to keep any sense of professionalism. You simply shook your head and put your hands on your hips.

"No buts. You two need to at least learn to coexist if nothing else. That's an order."

You knew you'd be getting truck loads of complaints from Mark for this. He wasn't as concerned with decorum as Celci. Not that she looked overly pleased with you either.

"Yes, captain."

"No, you idiot, the solution is the mess hall."

"Maybe if you, oh I dunno, actually built the damn ship you'd know it's obviously the reactor!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose. While you didn't have high hopes for this right away the results so far were… discouraging. Footsteps approached from behind as Gunther blearily wandered down the hall.

"Captain," he mumbled an acknowledgement before peering past you. "They still at this?"

"Yes."

It had been three hours. You watched as they argued over the main bridge in the ship, pointing emphatically to a little hand drawn map you made. It was supposed to be an easy scavenger hunt.

Your plan had been simple. Get them to work together while playing to both of their strengths. Mark had more knowledge of the ship's inner workings while Celci had a fine eye for details in the wording of your clues. You thought Celci would work out your silly little riddles along with negotiating for clues from some of the other crew you'd roped into helping. Then Mark would take information and hunt down the prize at the end. Now if only they could cooperate…

Gunther rubbed at his eyes, checking the time. "You gonna stop em?"

With a world weary sigh you said, "I've tried."

"Oh piss off Gunther I got the answer!" Mark shouted over his shoulder.

"You're wrong! Just admit it and we all can go to bed!"

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?!"

Gunther whistled and held up his hands. "Yeah, good luck with this one, Captain."

As he waltzed off again and the yelling continued, you thought you were gonna need it. And something for the headache coming on...

[abcpaintingandrendering]

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[photog-crafty]

I wanted to like the Tropos Rallye, I really did. Stratoses are cool as hell and I love '70s and '80s wedgemobiles. The Tropos was just too grippy for me, though. It was a fantastic car and was great if you liked to drive grip-style, because it was nearly impossible to get this thing to break traction, but I was just more at home in slippery V8 barges.

Whenever a moon needed exploring, the Desert Raid was ready to handle it. This odd-looking giant rally buggy was much more nimble than it let on, with acceleration that rivalled even the electric cars and massive suspension travel that let it soak up the bumpiest trails. The best part was that the body panels loved to fall off at the drop of a hat, so after a couple of tumbles you were driving nothing but a pipe frame reminiscent of a failed Wile E. Coyote contraption.

The Trophy Truck was the Desert Raid's more svelte sibling, with almost identical performance and a much more traditional appearance. I used glitches to remove the spare tires from the back in order to make it look like something out of Stadium Super Trucks. If you like high-energy videogame-style racing, I highly recommend you look that up sometime.

There aren't many games with jumping tanks in them. Metal Slug and Blaster Master are the first to come to mind. The Scarab put a smile on my face by allowing me to add GTA to that list. This one in particular is the Apocalypse flavor, with more traditional treads and armor plating. In a move even more reminiscent of Blaster Master, the Scarab is the Arena vehicle in which I first learned to fly. The shunt boost pushes your vehicle to its left or right regardless of which way it's facing, so by jumping in the air and flipping on to your side, you could shunt straight up and, with some practice, chain shunts together to effectively fly across the map like the Metroid games' Space Jump ability. I'm pretty sure a lot of randoms thought I was an actual hacker.

Take the APC, remove its weapons, then give it bigger tires and make it rounder and cuter. That's the Zhaba. This peaceful herbivore of a vehicle could crawl over just about anything and float in water to go just about anywhere it wanted, albeit very slowly. Players could even stand on it without getting knocked down as it drove at full speed. As a side note, this thing looked absolutely ridiculous with F1 wheels, too much so even for me.

The Vagrant was a vehicle I wish I had tried a lot sooner. It was a zippy little buggy that thrived both on and off the pavement, and I bought it out of boredom when I had no reason to grind or run missions. It would have made those Blaine County jaunts a lot more enjoyable.

As fun as the Zhaba was, it just wasn't that practical for daily use because of its ponderous speed. The Freecrawler was the solution, offering much of the same capability and just as much cubic-ness in a faster and more accessible package. The short wheelbase and tiny overhangs gave it amazing approach angles, even to the point of conquering city barriers if you didn't mind scratching the paint a little bit.

Anyone who's grown up in Los Santos recognizes the Dubsta in its chrome and gold forms and understands the hustle they represent. Back when heists were just twinkles in our eyes and selling Ballers and Felons for $9000 was a legitimate moneymaking method, these Dubstas, commonly known as Dubsta 2s because they used a different model than the standard street Dubsta, were highly prized because they sold for roughly $25000 each. But they were like the Romero Hearse in that they wouldn't spawn unless you had one of your own to trigger it, so in order to get that gravy train rolling, you had to know a guy. This particular Dubsta was used to spawn a great many more, both for other players to add to their own rare car collections as well as for myself to use as garage fillers, because 25K is still 25K.

This Mesa was technically a Merryweather Mesa, specifically glitched to remove the roll cage but keep the hard top. Sadly, the mall in downtown wasn't very big, so it couldn't do a lot of crawling. I even tried to emulate the teal Bikini Pearlcoat color found on some modern Jeeps, though in hindsight I think I may have made it a bit too green.

Applying suspension upgrades at the mechanic would lower a vehicle's center of gravity. This piece of information was vital for anyone intending to drive a Rumpo Custom on a regular basis. This awesome off-road van was wild to tear around in, especially while blasting its ahooga horn, but taking a turn too tight would make it topple over like an old Explorer unless you lowered it as much as you could. Glitching the roll cage and roof rack off of it to make it look more like a plain adventure van certainly didn't help mitigate that damage.

[mikasimaginairyworld]

The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals (1/30)

Umbrella Academy Masterlist

Warnings: mentioning of blood and violence, violence, death

Word count: 3494

On the first day of October 1989 forty three women around the world  simultaneously gave birth. This was not unusual if not for the fact that none of these women were pregnant earlier that day.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible.

He got eight of them.

30 years later

Number 1, "Luther", is a big guy. Like, an actually big guy. He wakes up and lazily makes his way put of bed. Slowly he yawns and begins to put on a space suit to take out the trash. He put on an oxygen helmet and exits his station. Long, bouncy steps bring him to the overfilled trash trailer. He makes his way to his duties. Suddenly his display connected to his home light up. Luther stares at the message in bewilderment. Then he looks into the distance. At his home. At earth.

Number 2, "Diego", is hiding in the shadows. He is really good at it. He waits for the attacker in this suburban house to make his way towards him. When he is least suspecting, Diego emerges from the dark and finishes him. Clean, precise knife slashes cut deep enough to injure and hurt but not deep enough to kill. Diego knows what he's doing. When he wants to leave the news catch his attention. His jaw drops.

Number 3, "Allison", is gorgeous. Even though this is not her only quality she knows how to use it to her advantage. Gracefully she steps into the camera lights, showing off her beautiful red dress that makes her figure look flawless. The paparazzi begin to click furiously with their cameras trying to catch her in the best light. Suddenly questions arise about Allison's father. Allison's agent walks up to her and whispers something in her ear. Allison's expression turns to horror.  She quickly leaves the carpet.

Number 4, "Klaus", just got out of rehab and nearly died from overdose. He jerks up from the ambulance bed and begins laughing while giving his doctor friend who just saved his life a high five. The small television plays the news. Klaus' attention is caught. His smile drops. 

Number 7, "Vanya", is walking home from violin practice. She walks along a television shop that is playing the news. She stops when she sees a familiar face pop up.

Number 8, "Nailah", is currently in a preservation chamber specifically programmed to keep her inside for 6 more months. The green screen counting the time until wake up suddenly glows red displaying the words "emergency wake". The chamber opens and Nailah gets thrown out. She tries her best to catch her breath. She rips the cables and tubes from her body sensing that the pod has woken her up too early. She glances at the screen and her gaze darkens in sorrow.

Vanya has arrived at the Umbrella Manor and shyly goes inside. It hasn't changed. Still dark and gloomy yet carefully decorated. In the saloon is still the huge painting of five.

"Hey, mom.", Vanya greets the young woman staring at the painting but gets no response. 

"Vanya? You're actually here.", Allison chuckled lightly.

"Hey, Allison.", Vanya answers

Allison smiles comfortingly and embraces Vanya who is clearly very uncomfortable but reciprocates the hug.

"What is she doing here? You don't belong here. Not after what you did.', Diego spits at the women as he walks past them.

Vanya sighs heavily but doesn't answer. "You're seriously gonna do this today? Way to dress for the occasion, by the way.", Allison scolds their brother. Without stopping his pace Diego shrugs: "At least I'm wearing black."

Vanya shakes her head: "You know, maybe he's right. I should go."

"No! Forget about him. I'm glad you came.", Allison assures and gives Vanya a small smile.

After some time the five siblings are gathered in the saloon. Luther, in a huge trench coat that does very little to conceal his unproportional body, stands up to begin: "Um, I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dad's favourite spot."

"Dad had a favourite spot?", Allison asked softly.

"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you did that?", Luther explained confused clearly in disbelief at his siblings lack of knowledge. Vanya rubbed her sweaty hands while Allison looked into the distance with emptiness in her eyes. Klaus came back from the bar with a joint in one hand and a glass of whiskey and a bronze statue in the other. "Will there be refreshments? Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.", he asked sarcastically.

"What? No! And put that out. Dad didn't allow us to smoke in here.", Luther answered bewildered by his brother's ignorance.

"Is that my skirt?", Allison asked pointing at Klaus' outfit. "What? Oh, yeah. Found it in your room. It's a little dated, but you know, breathy on the bits.", Klaus admitted swinging his hips to bring his post across more clearly. 

"Listen up. Still. some important things we need to discuss, all right?", Luther interrupted.

"Like what?", Diego asked clearly not impressed.

"Like the way he died."

"And here we go."

While Luther explained how he thought Reginald Hargreeves was murdered by someone who had a personal issue with him, no one heard the front door open. Luther indirectly accusing his siblings of murdering their father caused a huge argument. One by one left the room offended while a very hungover-looking Nailah didn't even get to enter the saloon. Everyone walked past her not even sparing her a glance. Confused she looked at Luther. "What'd I miss?"

"He just accused us of murdering dad. By the way, you look great.", Klaus shouted from the stairs.

Nailah looked at Luther sceptically: "Good job, Primo.", She then went up to her room without sparing him a second glance. 

A bit later during the day Klaus tried to connect himself to his dad via his visions. Which turned out to be a complete failure as he was high and drunk. Luther, Allison and Nailah stayed in their rooms while Vanya and Diego sat alone in the corridors. Luther saw his old gramophone and when he pressed it, his old favourite song sprung out of the tunes. I Think We're Alone Now started to play through the whole house and each sibling began dancing on their own. Luther boyishly threw fists in the air and bobbed his head to the music. Diego showed off his incredible body control to himself. Allison let her artistic body feel the music and ended up dancing wildly on the bed. Klaus made a snake-like performance of the kitchen table for the urn of his dad. Vanya shyly and statically bobbed her whole body to the music and Nailah kept making gracious turns in her room, a leftover from her old ballet lessons. 

Suddenly, a loud noise from the courtyard which shook the whole house. The siblings worridly hurried outside and were greeted by a suspicious looking, metallic blue force field. The wind was howling and pushing them back.

"What is that?", Vanya asked.

"Don't get too close!", Allison held them all back.

"Yeah, no shit!", Diego shouted earning a discerning look from Luther.

"Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly.", Luther commented. 

"Hardly. That may be a spatial anomaly but even that is questionable.", Nailah commented and Luther looked at his sister weirdly still finding it uncomfortable to see her in such a young body.

"Either that or a miniature black hole.", Diego said and Nailah confirmed. 

"Out of the way!", Klaus screamed holding a fire extinguisher. He tried to put the anomaly out with it but when it didn't work he just simply threw it towards it. 

"What is that gonna do?", Allison screamed at him.

"I don't know! Do you have a better idea?",Klaus shrugged in defeat while Nailah looked at the anomaly with great interest mumbling something to herself.

Electricity started cracking and reelable energy started to circle around them. Luther gathered everyone behind him, shielding them from any possible danger. Diego instinctively helped him. 

"I vote for running, come on!", Klaus squeaked. 

Inside the anomaly a face of an oddly familiar man appeared. The face started to change, it started to get younger and younger while his features started to get more familiar and he started to come closer and closer. Suddenly a boy fell down from the blue anomaly face first and everything returned to normal. The electricity, the noise, the blue light faded.

The boy picked himself up and in front of the Umbrella Academy siblings stood their lost brother.

Number 5, "Number Five", was looking at his grown up siblings with upmost confusion and was wearing the most ridiculous oversized suit.

"Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?", Klaus asked. 

"Shit.", Number Five cursed.

In the kitchen Five began his questioning. "What's the date? The exact date.", he sighed clearly annoyed.

"The 25th.", Vanya said.

"Of what?"

"March."

"Good."

The Umbrella siblings had gathered around the kitchen table and were watching Five make a sandwich. "So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?", Luther asked.

Five didn't answer just placed to pieces of bread before him. "It's been seventeen years.", Luther stood up, trying to intimidate Five into talking. Five just looked at him. with amusement in his eyes: "It's been a lot longer than that.", he scoffed. Then he blitzed behind Luther to grab peanut butter. "I haven't missed that.", Luther mumbled. 

"Where'd you go?", Diego asked.

"When'd you go.", Nailah corrected while cleaning her nails. Five smiled at the annoyed look Diego shot his sister to which she only made a face.

"The future. It's shit, by the way.", Five answered while roaming further through the kitchen. 

"Called it!", Klaus pointed a finger up to which Allison just rolled her eyes. 

"I should've listened to the old man. You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice.", Five remarked and looked at his siblings and began making a his sandwich.

"Nice dress.", he said to Klaus who quickly covered his crotch with the material: "Oh! Well, Danke."

"Wait. How did you get back?", Vanya asked.

"In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.", he said.

"Makes sense.", Nailah remarked feeling disappointed that she hadn't come up with that.

"What? That makes no sense.", Diego said.

'It would if you were smarter.", Five and Nailah said at the same time. They looked at each other and made a mocking face. Diego stood up abruptly ready to fight both of them but Luther stopped him.

"Well, I didn't miss that.", Allison said sucking in a breath. 

"How long were you there?", Luther asked.

Five shrugged: "45 years. Give or take."

Everyone sat down in awe. "So what are you saying? That you're 58?", Luther asked and Nailah facepalmed herself mentally. 

"No, my consciousness is 58. Apparently my body is now 13 again.", he said demonstratively holding his peanut butter marshmallow sandwich. 

"Wait, how does that even work?", Vanya asked confused. 

"Delores kept saying the equations were off. Hm. Bet she's laughing now.", Five remarked biting into his sandwich.  

"Delores?", Allison looked at him knowingly.  

Five spotted the newspaper with their fathers death on the table. "Guess I missed the funeral.", he commented.

​​​​​​​"How'd you know about that?", Luther asked and Nailah groaned silently.

"What part of the future do you not understand?", Five asked confused. "Heart failure, huh?"

"Yeah."

"No.", Luther protested. Five hummed: "Nice to see nothing's changed." Then he just left the kitchen.

"That's it? That's all you have to say?", Allison shouted after him. "What else is there to say? The circle of life.", Five answered dryly. 

To the funeral Five showed up in his old Umbrella Academy uniform. He got an amused look from Nailah but no comments. The heavy rain pounded on the umbrellas as everyone gathered around Ben's statue to commemorate their father. 

"Did something happen?", Mom asked and Nailah held back a groan. 

"Dad died. Remember?", Allison reminded her while Klaus shot Mom a weird look from under his small pink umbrella.

"Is mom okay?", Allison asked. "Yeah. She just needs some rest. You know, recharge.", Diego said looking at Mom with love in his eyes. Nailah and Klaus exchanged knowing glances while Klaus lit another joint.

Pogo approached the group. "Whenever you're ready, dear boy.", he said to Luther who anticlimactically let the ashes fall blandly on the ground and Pogo began a heartfelt speech about their dad.

"He was a monster.", Diego interrupted. Klaus took a deep hit and passed the joint to Nailah who did similarly. Vanya and Five sucked in a deep breath while Allison looked at Diego confused. In Luther's eyes only rage was to be found. 

"He was a bad person and a worse father.", Diego continued: "The world's better off without him."

"Diego.", Allison warned sharply.

"My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it.", Diego continued. 

​​​​​​​"Look, you wanna pay your respects. Go ahead. But at least be honest about what kind of a man he was.", Diego stepped forward.

"You should stop talking now.", Luther warned. Diego send him a devilish smile. 

​​​​​​​"You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One."

"I am warning you."

"After everything he did to you? He had to ship you a million miles away."

"Diego stop talking."

"That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!", Diego placed a finger on Luther's chest. Luther shaped his hand away and threw a punch which Diego easily dodged. 

"Here we fucking go again.", Nailah muttered and Allison looked at her brothers disappointed and annoyed as the fight ensued.

Pogo tried to reason with them while Klaus protectively stood in front of Five who looked at him annoyed. Nailah looked at Klaus offended that he didn't want to protect her. 

Klaus cheered on the fight while Vanya tried to call the away from each other. Allison, Nailah and Five just kept looking.  

"We don't have time for this.", Five scoffed and disappeared inside. 

Suddenly Luther hit Ben's statue so hard it flew backwards and its head broke off. "And that's Ben's statue.", Allison remarked bitterly. "You woke me up for this?", Nailah whined to Mom and she too went inside along Allison. They only heard Vanya call out for Diego and soon after Luther cam rushing inside with a bloody arm. 

Back in the dry kitchen the news spread that Vanya and Nailah had left. "That's unfortunate.", Five seemingly commented on that. "An entire square block. 42 bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee.", he continued and ignored Allison's. disapproving scoff. 

"Dad hated caffeine.", she reminded Five.

"He hated children too but he had plenty of us.", Klaus commented with his bare feet on the table. 

"I'm taking the car.", Five announced.

"Where are you going?"

​​​​​​​"To get a decent cup of coffee."

"Do you even know how to drive?", Allison asked sceptically. 

"I know how to do everything.", Five spat at her then blitzed away.

"I feel like we should try and stop him but the again, I just kind want to. see what happens.", Klaus said feeling the air where Five had disappeared. 

"All right. Guess I'll see you. guys around in what, like, ten years? When Pogo dies?", Diego crossed the kitchen.

"Not if you die first.", Allison bit back.

"Yeah, love you too. Good luck on your next film. Hope it turns out better than your marriage, huh?"

"Are, are we leaving?", Klaus asked.

​​​​​​​"No. I'm leaving, me by myself."

"Fabulous! I'll get my things.", Klaus clapped his hands in excitement. 

Five approached Griddy's Doughnuts dreaming about a decent cup of coffee. As he opened the door he saw none other than Nailah sitting there already sipping something from a cup. He groaned internally. He didn't actually mind his sister, she was just so incredibly annoying. 

"Nailah.", he sat next to her. 

She shot him a side glance: "Five."

there had always been this unspoken rule between the two. As the smartest in the family they were constantly in rivalry but in front of the other siblings they would immediately back up each other. Which didn't mean that they didn't annoy the hell out of each other.

"You look... young.", Five remarked after ordering his coffee.

"Thanks I guess."

"God, Nailah. Can you tell me why? Do I really have to spell everything out for you?", he groaned and massaged his temples.

"Oh, well since you're so smart, why don't you tell me?"

"Come on, Nai."

​​​​​​​"I figured out my machine not long after you disappeared.", she admitted proudly.

Five nodded his head in appreciation: "Good for you. How old is you body now?"

"A bit over 17."

"That is fast."

"I know."

Five and Nailah finished their drinks and while Five ordered another Nailah decided to go back to her lab and get some sleep. Five sat there waiting when he spotted armed men pointing guns at him.

"Hmm. That was fast. I thought I'd have more time before they found me.", Five commented.

"Okay. So let's all be professional about this, yeah? On your feet and come with us. They want to talk."

"I've got nothing to say."

"It doesn't have to go this way. You think I want to shoot a kid? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"Well, I wouldn't worry about that. You won't be going home.", Five looked up while picking up a knife. He blitzed and plunged the knife into the neck of man. 

Swiftly, he killed all of them and realised that he still had the chip in his arm. Taking a sharp knife he cut open his arm and carefully removed the chip.

On the other side of town Diego was standing at the pier with something in his hand while Klaus was talking to someone even though the car was seemingly empty. 

"I'm craving... eggs. No! It's much too late for eggs. How about... waffles? You like waffles, don't you?", Klaus asked a hooded person next to him. The person nodded: "Of course you do. Everyone likes waffles."

Diego let the object he was holding fall into the water. It was Reginald's monocle Luther had insisted was stoled by the murderer. 

Diego returned to the car after hearing a distress call from Griddy's Doughnuts. "I'm gonna drop you off at the bus stop.", he told Klaus while looking at the empty seat next to him through the mirror. It was empty. 

The hooded person looked out the window revealing their face in the reflection.

Number 6, "Ben", shook his head in annoyance. Klaus was talking to the spirit of his dead brother. 

Vanya opened the door to her dark apartment. Five lit a lamp, causing her to jump up. "Jesus, Five!"

"You should have locks on your windows."

"I live on the second floor."

"Rapists can climb."

"You're still just as weird as Nailah."

"Is that blood?", Vanya asked after sitting down. She quickly gathered bandages and help disinfect Five's wound from where he had removed the tracker. 

"Why are you here?", she asked. 

"I've decided you're the only one I can trust."

"What about Nailah?"

"I'm not sure if she's sane enough."

"And you are?"

Five shot her an annoyed glance.

"Why me?", Vanya asked.

​​​​​​​"Because you're ordinary. Because you'll listen."

"Okay. Then tell me."

​​​​​​​"When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future, do you know what I found?"

"No."

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out what had killed the human race, but I did find something else. The date it happens. The world ends in eight days and I have no idea how to stop it.", Five confessed.

"I'll put on a pot of coffee.", Vanya said and Five smiled. 

-> The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

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Blog: 10 Restroom Remodel Tips and Suggestions

Bathrooms are the primary place that house owners love to remodel, a lot more than kitchen areas. Bathrooms are smaller sized than kitchens, making the job much easier and quicker. Plus, this minimized space suggests decreased expense: less floor covering and paint, fewer cabinets, and a countertop.

Follow these tips by Naples Florida Interior Design to make your bathroom remodel more appealing while keeping the process smooth, effective, and cost-effective.

Develop Niches and Recesses For Extra Room

When space is extremely tight, do not develop out: integrate in.

Built-ins such as recessed soap dishes, medicine cabinets, and even toilet roll holders pry out as much readily available space as possible from small restrooms. You can even flatten the ceiling light by transforming your ceiling light into a recessed light. Build into the walls for additional storage area.

Address Bathroom Ventilation

All bathrooms need some kind of ventilation, by code, either in the form of a properly sized window or a bathroom exhaust fan.

For restroom fans, look at both their exhaust capacity (or how many cubic feet of air per minute they can move) in conjunction with their sound levels. Due to bathrooms’ little space, even a reasonably loud bathroom fan can sound too loud.

Add Plants for Living Color

Plants in the bathroom need to not be an afterthought. Plants bring much-needed color into sterilized bathrooms.

Consider including a floating rack expressly for the purpose of offering your routing plants a comfortable home.

Choose the Right Flooring

Strong wood floorings, while they do instill restrooms with excellent character, are not the very best type of floor covering product for restrooms, from a practical perspective.

Rather, select restroom flooring that is durable enough to stand up against the rigors of day-to-day restroom use. Bathroom flooring favorites consist of ceramic and porcelain tile, high-end vinyl plank, and vinyl tiles.

Sheet vinyl floor covering is a terrific standout in regards to waterproofing. You can easily flooring a small bathroom with a single-width of sheet vinyl, eliminating joints altogether.

Adjust Room Size With Color

To make a small bathroom look bigger, ensure that your color scheme remains in the white-or-light color spectrum.

Dark colors make the space feel smaller, claustrophobic. Use white or light-colored components (that is, the toilet and tub). Constantly reconsider painting your restroom ceiling any color however white or off-white, as this tends to diminish the space down much more.

Restroom Lighting Matters

In a space where people require to aesthetically examine their hair and deals with, lighting is normally really dim and concentrated only in one area — particularly, from a ceiling component.

At the minimum, think about including lighting around the restroom mirror in the form of sconces. But blinding light is not constantly wanted.

An extremely basic device that can add state of mind to your bathroom is a dimmer switch. The dimmer switch is ideal for late-night relaxing baths.

Add Freestanding Pieces

Numerous house decorators suggest having one freestanding piece such as a decorative chair or cupboard as a design aspect if space licenses.

To make up for that area, you can recess other practical elements such as clothes hampers or just move the hinder to another room. This ornamental piece, obviously, can also serve an useful use as a place to save towels, soaps, or other small items.

Add More Opportunities to Hang Items

Hooks are the most convenient method to include surface area to a bathroom without actually including a genuine counter top area. Hooks can be used for everything from clothes to bathrobes to towels. Location hooks on the back of the door, on the side of cabinets, or on unused areas of walls.

Include More Mirrors in the Bathroom

Most people think of mirrors in bathrooms just for the function of inspecting makeup or hair.

However it’s also crucial to think of mirrors in restrooms as design elements that broaden the space visually and include light to the space. Numerous homeowners like to include a second mirror in addition to the primary mirror situated above the bathroom sink.

In small bathrooms, utilize large-format mirrors that cover the whole wall.

Leave area behind mirrors to allow airflow and prevent mold build-up.

Usage Wainscotting For Protection and Looks

Wainscot beadboard has 2 terrific functions. First, where suitable, it develops an antique appearance and it is so simple to set up. Second of all, beadboard performs the very important function of securing the lower area of the walls from the inescapable splashes of water that happen in bathrooms from the tub or shower.

An excellent coat of oil-based paint guarantees that the beadboard will be virtually impervious to moisture. Think about adding tile wainscot on the bottom 40 to 48 inches of the wall if beadboard does not stylistically fit your space. Tile, too, serves the exact same purpose of safeguarding the walls against moisture, and it had a limitless series of style possibilities.

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