#Best Practices For Painting High-Use Spaces At Home

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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…

[heliosunny]

Yandere lucky egg Welt Yang?

LUCKY EGG

Yandere!Welt Yang x Reader

[Lucky Egg Dispenser]

Just a silly game, a gimmick at best. You thought.

But when you received the egg, something told you this was different. The vendor said it would hatch in three days, but by the second night, something strange happened.

As you lay in bed, a strange pull dragged you toward the egg. It was unlike anything you had felt before—like gravity itself was bending around you, sucking you in. Before you could scream, your vision blurred, and for a moment, you were inside.

A vast void stretched infinitely in all directions. Stars blinked in and out of existence. The weight of the universe crushed against you, yet at its center, a figure stood. His silhouette was imposing, his glasses reflecting an unreadable light. His voice echoed through the space.

"So you’re the chosen one."

You barely had time to comprehend before reality snapped back. You gasped, now back in your room, the egg still resting on your desk—silent, unchanged. Had that been… a dream?

By the third night, cracks raced along the shell. Light spilled from within, painting the dark room in a golden glow.

He stepped out.

As the egg cracked open and the light faded, you expected something to be fragile, small, and needing care. Instead, a person stood before you, composed, and radiating an aura of wisdom. He adjusted his glasses, his expression calm, his deep voice broke the silence.

"I must apologize. This is likely unexpected for you."

His tone was gentle, polite, so carefully measured, like he had already accepted this new reality without hesitation. He examined his surroundings before looking back at you with the weight of someone who had lived countless lifetimes.

"I am Welt Yang. And it seems I was meant to come to you."

Your mind raced with questions.

"Why are you fully grown? How did you come from an egg? What happens now?"

The next few days were surreal. Welt adapted seamlessly to your home. He moved through your space with quiet grace—reading books you had long since abandoned, and speaking only when necessary.

When you tried to ask him about his origins, he would smile.

"I have existed before, in many ways, in many places. But here, now—this is where I am meant to be."

You noticed the small things first.

He always positioned himself between you and the door, as if instinctively protective.

His gaze followed you—not in a way that felt invasive, but like he was memorizing every detail.

When you spoke, he listened too well, as if dissecting every word, every emotion behind it.

----

You weren’t sure if shopping was something Welt would enjoy, but you figured it was necessary—he had come from an egg, fully grown, with nothing but the clothes on his back.

The city was a blend of modern technology and old fantasy, towering skyscrapers laced with enchanted neon signs, trains that floated along invisible tracks, and adventurers in sleek, reinforced gear heading toward dungeons to farm points for their next upgrade.

As you walked through the bustling shopping district, Welt remained calm as always. His gaze lingered on technological displays, arcane artifacts, and the strange blend of magic-infused machinery.

"This world is fascinating" he murmured, adjusting his glasses.

You led him into a high-end boutique, a mix of modern fashion infused with enchanted materials. Welt didn’t resist, but he also didn’t seem particularly excited—his approach to shopping was practical, efficient, yet undeniably elegant.

He ran his fingers over the fabric of a long coat, analyzing the enchantments woven into it. "Durability enhancement… a fine choice."

You encouraged him to pick what he liked, but he only sighed softly. "If I must, I will choose what is necessary. But if it pleases you, then… I shall wear what you prefer."

You didn’t enter dungeons often, but you figured Welt might want something useful—perhaps a weapon, a device, or something enchanted for protection. To your surprise, he was far more interested in books. He browsed an ancient tome filled with combat theories, occasionally nodding as if confirming information he already knew.

"You have dungeons here… fascinating. Are you well-versed in combat?" he asked, glancing at you.

You shrugged. "I can manage. But I’m no expert."

"Then perhaps I should accompany you next time. I’d hate for you to get hurt."

The store was packed with enchanted trinkets, weapons, and gear for dungeon explorers. You reached out to grab something—a sleek, rune-etched device—but in your distraction, you misstepped. The uneven flooring caught your foot, and in an instant, gravity betrayed you.

But before you could even hit the ground, a soft yet firm force caught you mid-air.

A low, familiar tap echoed through the store—Welt's cane against the floor. A subtle distortion rippled around you, as if space itself had bent to his will.

You were weightless, suspended just inches above the ground before gravity gently readjusted, setting you back on your feet as if nothing had happened.

"I would suggest being more careful. But… I suppose I shall always be here to catch you."

---

One evening, you returned from a dungeon, exhausted. You barely managed to set your gear down before sinking onto the couch.

You didn’t expect him to say anything—Welt wasn’t one for unnecessary words.

Instead, he simply walked to the kitchen. The soft clink of porcelain, the quiet hum of a kettle. And then, moments later, he set down a cup of tea beside you. You blinked up at him.

"Drink"

You hesitated, then took a sip. The warmth spread through you, soothing, grounding.

And then, rather than returning to his own space, he stayed.

Not speaking, not hovering—just there, reading, sipping his own tea.

---

The marketplace was full of people—merchants shouting their wares, adventurers bargaining for supplies, enchanted displays flashing prices in shifting runes. You had been here countless times before, yet today, the crowd felt denser. You were focused on a shop window, eyeing a sleek new dungeon scanner, when the sudden shove of a passerby knocked you off balance.

A pressure settled against your lower back, keeping you upright.

"Careful" Welt's voice came, steady as always. Slowly, he withdrew his hand from you.

You turned to him, half-expecting a comment, a lecture on paying attention. But he only adjusted his glasses, nothing more.

"Didn’t expect the market to be this crowded today."

Welt hummed in agreement but didn’t step away. If anything, he shifted slightly—positioning himself between you and the chaotic stream of people passing by.

Another person brushed too close, and this time, Welt moved again, subtly steering you toward the safer edge of the walkway.

You glanced at him, a question forming on your tongue, but he spoke first.

"Shall we keep moving?" His tone was neutral, polite—as if he hadn’t just repositioned himself to guard your every step.

You nodded, falling into step beside him.

He was always paying attention. Always watching out for you.

And for the first time, you wondered—just how long had he been doing this?

----

The dungeon loomed before you—an ancient structure half-swallowed by time, its entrance pulsing with an eerie glow. You had been inside dungeons before, but never without a solid reason. This time, Welt was with you. And this time, you didn’t know what was waiting ahead.

The party of twenty adventurers stood at the entrance, murmuring strategies, double-checking equipment. A mix of veterans and newcomers, all here for the same reason—to farm, to survive. You adjusted your gear, your grip tightening around your weapon.

A hand lightly tapped your shoulder.

"Are you ready?"

You turned to him. He was dressed in sleek, reinforced attire, different from his usual formal wear but still undeniably his style.

"As ready as I’ll ever be." you replied.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he nodded.

The moment the dungeon gates sealed behind you, chaos erupted.

A tremor shook the ground, and before anyone could react, a force split the party apart—an unseen magic carving an impassable wall between you and the others. The stone beneath your feet shifted, rearranging the dungeon itself.

You barely had time to process what was happening before a deep, guttural growl echoed from the dark.

Your Battle: The Abyssal Maw

The chamber you had been forced into was massive, its walls lined with dripping black stone, pulsing like a living thing. In the center, a hulking creature uncurled itself from the shadows—a beast with jagged obsidian scales, eyes like molten gold, and a mouth lined with spiraling rows of fangs.

Your instincts screamed at you to move. The moment its claws lashed out, you barely dodged, feeling the wind of its attack slice past you.

"Tch—this is bad."

You had fought before. You could hold your own. But this thing was different. It moved with terrifying speed despite its massive frame, and the magic-infused air weighed you down, making every movement sluggish.

You launched a strike, a well-placed slash aimed for its exposed side—but the moment your blade connected, a pulse of energy repelled the attack, sending you skidding back.

"It’s reflecting damage?!"

No. Not reflecting. Absorbing. The wounds you had managed to land were already closing, as if the dungeon itself was sustaining it.

Then, the floor quivered beneath you—black tendrils shooting up, aiming to ensnare you.

You dodged too late.

A sharp pull yanked you downward, the abyss-like tendrils tightening around your limbs. The beast's maw opened wide, its next attack coming straight for you—

Welt’s Battle: The Chrono Tyrant

Elsewhere in the dungeon, Welt stood alone.

His battlefield was different—a massive, circular chamber lined with golden clockwork mechanisms, gears the size of buildings shifting with ominous precision. The air thrummed with magic, time itself feeling… distorted.

And standing in the center, a creature of regal terror.

Its form was humanoid but grotesquely elongated, draped in flowing robes made of shifting sands. A golden mask, cracked and ancient, covered its face, and in its skeletal hands, it held a massive staff with an hourglass embedded within.

With a mere flick of its wrist, the entire world slowed.

Welt’s body reacted before his mind fully processed it—his movements suddenly delayed, weighted. The Tyrant had activated its Temporal Field, distorting the flow of time in its favor.

Welt exhaled, adjusting his grip on his cane. "Hmph. A manipulation of time? I see… then I shall correct it."

The Tyrant struck first, golden chains of pure energy snapping toward him. Welt tapped his cane against the ground, and gravity warped.

The chains veered off course, thrown aside by an invisible force—but not entirely. A second chain materialized mid-air, twisting against the very rules of space and catching Welt's coat.

Time bent.

A vision flashed before him—a glimpse into a possible future. A strike to his left. A trap forming beneath his feet. The slowing of his pulse.

He adjusted.

His footwork shifted, moving not just in reaction, but in expectation. His power countered the Tyrant’s own—where it sought to manipulate time, Welt adjusted space.

The battle was not one of brute force.

It was a war of who could rewrite reality first.

As you struggled against the Abyssal Maw, as Welt confronted the Chrono Tyrant, one thought echoed between you both.

"Where are you?"

Because if you had already fallen—

Then neither of them had any reason to hold back.

Welt did not rush.

Even as the Chrono Tyrant screeched in defiance, the golden hourglass embedded in its staff fracturing, even as the dungeon trembled beneath his calculated strikes—he remained measured.

The moment he had seen through its abilities, the battle had already ended. With one final tap of his cane against the air, the very gravity of the chamber shifted.

The Tyrant lurched, its elongated form crushed under its own weight, ancient mechanisms groaning as time itself unraveled. Gears halted, sand reversed, and in one final, distorted wail—it shattered.

He had no time to linger.

His cane tapped against nothingness, and as if the air itself had become solid ground, he walked.

Not forward—up.

The laws of physics bent to his command as he ascended through the dungeon’s fractured space, his coat billowing in the unnatural wind. The dungeon itself was warping, sections of its structure breaking apart from his influence.

And then, he saw you. You were still struggling.

The Abyssal Maw was relentless, its black tendrils tightening, its body regenerating faster than you could wound it. Your breaths were labored, your body aching from the sheer force of resisting its pull.

It was only then that you felt it.

Your head snapped upward, and there, standing above you, as if gravity itself had ceased to matter, was Welt.

His cane tapped once against the empty space beneath his feet.

"KNEEL."

The very air shuddered as an unseen force crashed downward.

The Abyssal Maw collapsed. Its massive body slammed into the ground, the weight of existence itself crushing it into the dungeon floor.

And you, despite your resistance, were forced down as well. Your knees hit the stone, your breath stolen by the sheer magnitude of the gravitational pull.

Everything was on their knees before him.

The Abyssal Maw let out a strangled, guttural roar, but it could no longer move. The force holding it was absolute.

Welt descended then, slow, deliberate, his polished shoes touching the dungeon floor with elegance befitting a king. His shadow loomed over the beast as he approached, and then—one final tap of his cane.

The weight increased.

The beast’s body cracked.

Its form imploded into itself, crushed under its own mass until nothing remained but a whisper of the abyss.

"Are you hurt?"

What had once been a party of twenty was now reduced to a handful of survivors. The rest—gone. Some torn apart by unseen forces, others crushed beneath collapsing structures.

The dungeon had never been this brutal before.

You and Welt stood among the wreckage, taking in the eerie stillness that followed the battle. It wasn’t victory—it was survival, and barely at that.

Then—a new presence.

You turned.

At the far end of the ruined battlefield, half-shrouded in shadows, stood her. A girl. Purple hair cascading like silk, eyes gleaming with an unnatural glow. No expression. No hostility. Just… watching.

Yet—the sheer pressure of her presence sent a chill down your spine.

You gripped your weapon instinctively.

Welt, however, stiffened in a way you had never seen before.

And then—a flood of something.

Memories. Not yours. His.

You saw it in the way his hand trembled against his cane, his usually composed expression shifting into something unreadable.

A whisper of a name—long buried, long forgotten.

But this was not the time.

"Retreat," Welt ordered, voice steady despite everything. "Now."

You ran.

And for the first time in your life, you saw Welt Yang retreat—not out of weakness, but out of understanding.

Because whatever she was—

Even he wasn’t certain he could win.

Welt led the retreat with calculated precision. Not a single wasted motion, not a glance back—just forward. His grip on his cane was tighter than usual, his breaths controlled but heavier.

The survivors—those few who remained—followed, their footsteps unsteady, half-limping, half-running through the shifting corridors of the dungeon. The walls trembled, reality distorting in ways it shouldn’t.

Behind you, there was no pursuit.

No sound.

But the presence of her remained, like something watching from beyond a veil.

Welt felt it more than anyone.

Memories that did not belong to the present flooded him. Visions of battles fought in another time, another place. The cold sensation of déjà vu, of knowing something yet not remembering why.

"Welt!" Your voice snapped him back.

The exit was so close. The dungeon’s magic was shifting—trying to keep you in. Welt’s mind worked fast. He saw the exit crumbling before it even happened, understood the physics of collapse before the first stone fell.

"Keep moving!" He ordered.

A single tap of his cane against the air. The dungeon’s gravity twisted, shifting against itself. For a brief moment, space folded—a shortcut carved into reality. The survivors didn’t hesitate. They dived through the opening, one by one, escaping just before the structure sealed again.

You followed, but just as you passed the threshold, you turned—Welt was still inside.

The weight of memories, the presence of her, the strain of controlling the very dungeon itself—it slowed him, just for a second.

And in that second, the dungeon walls collapsed toward him.

"WELT!"

Another tap. A shift in space.

And then—he was beside you. The dungeon sealed shut behind him.

You barely had time to breathe before the survivors started counting their numbers, checking wounds, assessing what was lost.

Welt, however, was silent.

"Welt?" You asked, cautious.

For a moment, he did not respond.

Then—he exhaled. "It seems we have more to investigate."

----

Welt had always carried a calm vibe, so steady that it makes you depend on him. Even in the face of overwhelming odds, he remained unshaken.

But now, he was burning up. His body, usually so composed, lay fevered beneath the dim glow of your room.

You had done everything you could. Cooling cloths, potions, even magic-infused remedies. Nothing worked.

The nightmares never stopped.

Then—the system board appeared.

It flickered into existence before your eyes, its interface an unnatural light against the darkened room. A choice.

[Welt Yang is unresponsive. External interference detected. Do you wish to enter his consciousness?]

Your fingers hesitated.

Then—you pressed [Yes].

The world blurred.

And then, you fell.

Inside Welt’s Dream

You landed on solid ground—yet it felt… wrong. Like the weight of existence was shifting beneath your feet.

The sky above was fractured, shards of light and shadow twisting unnaturally. The air carried a heavy, suffocating stillness.

And ahead—Welt.

But he wasn’t himself.

He stood at the center of the dreamscape, frozen. His form was both him and not him, flickering between past and present. His eyes—haunted.

And then—a whisper.

"You should not be here."

Not from Welt.

From the dream itself.

A shadow shifted at the edges of your vision. Something watching. Something waiting.

But you had no time to hesitate.

You stepped forward. Toward him. Toward whatever had him trapped in this nightmare.

You approached carefully, the unstable ground beneath you shifting with every step. Welt remained frozen, caught in a battle you couldn’t see—a war within his own mind.

But then—a red-haired girl appeared.

She stood not far from Welt, her expression unreadable. As if she had expected you.

"You came for him."

Her voice was soft, almost gentle. Not a threat, not an enemy—something else entirely.

The dreamscape shuddered. Reality here was breaking.

Welt let out a sharp breath—a flicker of consciousness, a struggle to return.

You didn’t hesitate. You stepped between them.

"Let him go."

The girl tilted her head.

"You think I am keeping him here?"

The dream pulsed. Your heartbeat quickened.

You could fight. You could force her out. But something told you she wasn’t here to destroy.

She was a presence of the past.

"He doesn’t belong here anymore."

For a moment, she just watched you. Then, she smiled.

"Perhaps he doesn’t."

The dream began to crumble. The world around you brightened, the suffocating weight lifting.

And as she faded, dissolving into the cracks of memory, her final words echoed—

"Take care of him."

A final whisper. A final glance at Welt.

Then—she was gone.

The moment she disappeared, Welt gasped, collapsing forward.

You caught him.

The dream shattered—

And the two of you woke up.

You stretched as you got up, ready to cook something—your body needed food after everything that had happened. But just as you turned toward the kitchen, you felt a gentle pull on your sleeve.

He wasn’t looking directly at you, his gaze fixed somewhere past you, his grip light yet unwilling to let go.

"Stay."

You hesitated.

But then—your stomach betrayed you. A low, unmistakable growl broke the silence.

Welt finally let go. "Go on, then," he murmured. "Take care of yourself first."

Even as he let you go, you could feel his gaze follow you until you disappeared into the kitchen.

As you sat down with your freshly made meal, you let out a satisfied sigh. Finally, food. You scooped up a spoonful, about to take your first bite—

And then, in a blink, it was gone.

You stared at your now-empty spoon in confusion before following its trajectory—right to Welt, who had the audacity to be calmly chewing after swiping your food.

"Welt!" you exclaimed.

He barely looked fazed. With a small, deliberate motion, he tapped his cane against the floor and adjusted his glasses.

"To think of it," he mused, completely ignoring your glare, "I shouldn’t waste food, should I?"

Oh. Oh, he did not just say that.

"That was my food!" you huffed, scooting away protectively with your plate. "You literally said you weren’t hungry!"

Welt simply tilted his head slightly, watching you with a faint, unreadable smile. He looked way too satisfied with himself.

"Thank you for the food." he said.

You narrowed your eyes.

"Fine. Next time, I’ll just have someone else cook for me."

The moment you said that, you felt it.

Welt didn’t outwardly react, but something changed in the air. His fingers tightened slightly against his cane, his shoulders going just a bit too still.

"Someone else?"

You shrugged, missing the way his gaze darkened ever so slightly. "Yeah, maybe a friend or—"

The sharp clink of a spoon being set down cut you off.

You turned to see Welt calmly placing the stolen utensil beside your plate. His expression was still polite, still composed—but something in his eyes told you that he was absolutely not amused.

"I see." He leaned back slightly, "Perhaps I should make sure you have no need for… others."

Before you could question that slightly ominous statement, you sighed instead, choosing to ignore the weird tension he just created.

Looking at him now—this grumpy, elegant, thief of food—you couldn’t help but think about everything you had been through together. The dungeon, the sickness, the nightmares… and somehow, here you were.

You softened a little.

"From now on," you said, nudging his shoulder lightly, "I’ll be in your care."

The tension that had wrapped around Welt instantly unraveled.

For a moment, he just stared at you. Then, his entire demeanor shifted.

Gone was the faint edge in his voice, the almost possessive glint in his eye. Instead, something gentler took its place.

He sighed, a small, nearly invisible smile tugging at his lips.

"Very well," he murmured, voice softer now. "From now on, I’ll be in your care as well."

[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.

[hnjnnie]

STRAY KIDS

Masterlist

CHAPTER 20: STRAY KIDS.

The apartment was bigger, but with eight of them under the same roof, space still felt snug. It was a converted loft with high ceilings and large windows that let in natural light, filtering through curtains that Hyunjin had sewn himself. Felix had picked the colors: soft pastels, like the petals of the flowers he often modeled with for the local boutiques. Their home had a cozy chaos, mismatched furniture, books stacked in precarious towers, and art supplies strewn across the dining table.

Minho had claimed the kitchen as his domain. He wasn’t the grumpy fallen angel he had been before; instead, he had become a playful menace. He would call everyone to eat with exaggerated formality, only to serve the food in absurdly tiny portions, waiting for someone to complain before bringing out the real meal. His favorite target was Hyunjin, who would sigh dramatically every time Minho handed him a doll-sized plate. “You don’t need food” Minho would say, biting back a smirk. Hyunjin would roll his eyes but always end up laughing, sometimes with a crumpled napkin thrown Minho’s way that would inevitably go back to him, sometimes stuffed in his mouth.

Hyunjin’s art had taken on a life of its own. He had rented a small space downtown and turned it into a gallery. His paintings were vibrant and ethereal, the kind of artwork that made people stop and stare. Many pieces featured glowing flowers and delicate pixies, inspired by Felix’s transformation. Locals and tourists alike were drawn to the whimsical world he created, not knowing it was more real than they could ever imagine.

Felix had also found his way into the town’s heart. His modeling gigs started small, just a few pictures for a local thrift store, but his charisma and natural glow (thankfully not literally) had made him a beloved figure. He would drag Seungmin to photoshoots, insisting his friend could use a bit of “fresh air and forced positivity.” Seungmin would often stand just off-camera, occasionally letting his fake smile slip into something genuine when Felix made faces at him behind the photographer’s back.

Seungmin himself had become a master at playing the reformed nice guy. His farm had sold quickly, giving them a bit of a financial cushion, and he had used some of that money to invest in a local café. He was always polite to the customers, but his sharp wit would slip through now and then, a reminder that his rough edges weren’t entirely smoothed over. He often worked with Hyunjin at the gallery, using his café connections to host small art events. His sarcasm would often appear when someone took Hyunjin’s abstract art too seriously. “Yes, of course, the blue in this piece represents the existential dread of Monday mornings,” he’d say with a straight face, leaving people nodding thoughtfully.

Han had grown quieter in the best possible way. His curiosity hadn’t dulled, but now it was paired with caution. He practiced in secret, late at night when he thought everyone else was asleep. He’d hold his hands out, concentrating until a single spark of light hovered above his palm. The glow was weak and unsteady, but it was progress. He hadn’t had another full glow episode since the night on the rooftop, but he worried about it, keeping Minho’s words close to his chest. Minho would sometimes join him, not to teach, but to simply be there, his quiet presence a comfort.

Changbin had not given up on finding the scientist who had created him. He set up a board in his room, lines of string connecting newspaper clippings and handwritten notes. The others teased him about it, calling it his “conspiracy corner,” but there was a weight behind his work. The scientist had been his creator, his father in a twisted way, and the urge to confront him, whether for answers or closure, had not gone away. He’d bring his theories to Chris, who would listen patiently, asking questions that always led to more questions.

Chris had stopped searching for his own answers, or at least, he had stopped being consumed by them. He found solace in the theater and in the strange little family they had formed. He was the first to suggest routines, like Sunday breakfasts or movie nights. “If we’re going to live together, we might as well act like it,” he’d said with a smile that had become softer, less burdened by mystery.

Jeongin was often the last to leave the apartment. His routine never changed, every evening, he would head to the dock, flowers in hand. He would sit on the worn wood, his legs hanging over the edge, and he would talk to the sea. Sometimes he told stories, other times he sang softly, his voice carried away by the waves. The sea had started to answer him, not in words but in gifts. Small trinkets would wash up near his feet: a shell shaped like a heart, a polished piece of glass, once even a ring of woven seaweed that stayed green far longer than it should have. He kept his treasures in a box under his bed, never mentioning them to anyone. It felt like a secret between him and the sea.

Their routines weaved together seamlessly, a tapestry of the extraordinary hidden in the ordinary. They ate together, bickered over who had to do the dishes, and shared their hopes and fears in quiet moments between the chaos. One evening, they were all sprawled in the living room. Felix was curled up with PuppyM on the couch, Seungmin was pretending not to be interested in the book Chris was reading aloud, and Hyunjin was sketching the scene with quick, deft strokes. Changbin had his laptop open, his research spread out in front of him, and Jeongin was folding paper flowers to take to the dock the next morning. Minho sat on the floor, his back against the couch, his scarred back where wings once lived no longer aching, even if they remained invisible.

Chris looked around, his gaze lingering on each of them, a soft smile on his lips. “We’re like a bunch of stray kids who found each other, aren’t we?” The room fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of the words settling over them. They had all been lost once: fallen, created, revived, or simply searching, but they weren’t alone anymore.

Taglist: @eridanuswave

[cactus-juciest]

Any Ty Lokka headcanons to share?

My first ask! Never expected this tbh so thank you, anon. As a matter of fact, I have plenty:

When Ty Lee finally learns the name of the cute Water Tribe boy she’s been crushing on, she won’t stop repeating “Sokka! Sokka! Sokka! Sokka!” for hours. Azula and Mai lose their minds.

After the war, Ty Lee is quick to stake her claim but Sokka has trouble getting over her previous villainy. That changes when she sends him a ticket to one of her circus performances and while doing the trapeze, she swoops down over the crowd and kisses him. He’s 100% smitten from then on and learns to appreciate her mean streak.

Sokka makes several attempts to paint her portrait, but Ty Lee really struggles to sit still and keeps getting out of her seat to see his progress. Although Sokka isn’t the world’s most talented artist, Ty Lee loves his art of her anyway…and it might have to do with the way he overemphasizes her smile, the length of her braid…and certain other charms.

Their PDA is almost nonstop: hand-holding, pecks on the cheek, lots of cuddling. But the big one is Ty Lee always wanting to sit on Sokka’s lap. It’s her favorite place to sit in the whole world and she never misses a chance to climb over and onto him. Sokka normally likes some personal space but comes to accept that “his” personal space belongs to Ty Lee too.

Every time Sokka gets down on a knee for any reason at all, Ty Lee shouts, “Yes! Yes! Yes! It’s about time!” …including on their first date. He starts leaving his shoes untied to spare her feelings.

Their wedding is a chaotic mess. Sokka plans every detail down to the letter because that’s the way he is, but Ty Lee makes the mistake of choosing her sisters as bridesmaids…who all want to be the bride instead (they’re identical sisters so ofc they have the same taste in boys lol). Each of them has a different scheme to replace Ty Lee at the altar, so she has to suffer being tied up, gagged, locked in a closet, drugged, etc. Good thing Sokka has learned to tell the sisters apart. He’s able to identify and reject the imposters before they say their vows, and the wedding has to be delayed/repeated six times before he uses his detective skills to track down and free Ty Lee. That night, she chi blocks her sisters as a precaution to keep them away from the honeymoon suite.

They’re both blanket hogs and their unconscious tugs of war are legendary. They live at the South Pole, where Sokka often wakes up in the middle of the night to find himself on the edge of the bed with Ty Lee right next to him, aggressively snuggling for warmth. She is not a big fan of the cold to say the least.

Not sure how many kids they have. But I think I subscribe to the idea that multiple births run in Ty Lee’s family so they might get anywhere between 3 and 7 for the price of one.

As an avid spiritualist, Ty Lee sometimes decides to ‘air out her aura’ by forgoing clothes while at home. She encourages Sokka to do the same. He fully endorses this practice for reasons unrelated to auras.

On second thought they probably do have a lot of kids.

In a high school AU they’d be a nerd x cheerleader couple. Ty Lee pursues Sokka and makes it clear she wants him to take her to homecoming…by telling him outright. She also shows up to his math team competitions in her cheerleader uniform, silently jumping up and down in the back of the room when he gets an answer right. They kinda have the vibe of a classic horror movie couple so I wrote this fic for them. I know it’s oddly specific lol.

They have a lot of potential for meet cutes in a modern AU. My favorite is Ty Lee as a waitress and Sokka as a customer (probably the best Ty Lokka I’ve written: Order Up!), but others that come to mind are yoga instructor x student, airline pilot x stewardess, cop x driver (trying to flirt their way out of a ticket), patient x nurse and swimmer x lifeguard.

That’s all I have for now! Thank you again for the ask. Sorry it took a while to answer but I really enjoyed getting to scoop out all the Ty Lokka thoughts in my head, so you’re always welcome to send more!

[sugutoad]

matchup for @coffeebooksrain18

BRIDGERTON MATCHUP

I ship you with… the Viscount Anthony Bridgerton. Do trust me on this since Anthony is the one of few who could truly see through all the layers you’ve built around yourself because he is so much like that. Since his Father’s death, he has this father figure facade in which he pushes everyone away for the sake of his family. He carries a sense of responsibility and a no-nonsense attitude, and both of you share this stubbornness that could either make you two clash or push you both to be the best versions of yourselves. Anthony is used to keeping his emotions locked up tight, so he would be so drawn to your brutal honesty and straightforwardness. Anthony is fiercely protective, and while he might not always know the right way to show it, he would absolutely respect your need for space, while also offering you the comfort of knowing he’s there when you need him. His protective nature would help you feel safe, but unlike most who may misunderstand your bluntness, Anthony would understand in one way or another. His brain has always worked in that sense. He’s no stranger to your emotional complexity, since he has his own struggles with responsibility, family, and guilt. He’d appreciate the depth you offer—someone who is unapologetically real. And while you enjoy teasing those you care about, Anthony has his own version of teasing banter as evident in season 2. When it comes to your type, Anthony has the ‘dark, brooding charm’ you said you were drawn to. He is the kind of person who catches your eye. More than that, he’d be the one who gets you—your quirks, your passions, your need for independence—and would offer you the kind of loyalty and trust.

HEADCANONS

You two are terrible at hiding jealousy. But the thing is, neither of you is openly possessive; it’s more like a silent game between the two of you. One glance, and you can tell when Anthony’s annoyed at someone lingering too close to you. Likewise, if anyone so much as looks at him a second too long, you’ll be out of there before they even know what hit them. The fun part? Neither of you admits it, not really. It’s just a game of who can stay calm the longest. Spoiler: you both lose every time

Anthony might seem all high and mighty with his noble duties and title, but deep down, he’s soft for animals—well, only for Willow. He’s the one to spoil her with treats and belly rubs when he visits you. The first time he did it, you thought he was just being polite, but nope. Now, when he’s around, Willow's practically in charge, and Anthony doesn’t even try to hide it. Sometimes, you'll catch him sneaking her an extra treat when you’re not looking, and when you call him out on it, he tries to act all innocent. "I just wanted to make sure she felt at home here," he’ll say with innocent look (you’re onto him usually)

Your first real moment together was a simple one. It was nothing grand, no elaborate courtship or showy gestures—just a quiet evening in one of his many lavish rooms, the flickering light from a single candle casting long shadows on the walls. There were too many people at the Bridgerton masquerade ball and you took the chance to hid away in another room when the flock was paying attention to Daphne Bridgerton. Admiring the paintings was meant to be solely for you until Anthony came, bit he remained quiet a side the small nod he gave you. You let the silence between you sit. And in that silence, there was comfort.

Of course, Anthony wasn’t one for public displays of affection. It wasn’t his style. But you didn’t need that. There was something so intimate about the way he made sure you were always close by, without anyone else noticing. When he looked at you, it felt as if the world was on fire yet his attention would be directed for you. The rest of the world could think what they wanted, but the second his eyes met yours, it was like time paused. People could be dancing, laughing, swarming the room with their laughter, but none of that mattered. Not when Anthony was standing there, just a little too close, murmuring something soft in your ear that made your heart flutter despite your best efforts to stay composed.

He may appear this way in public, but in the comfort of your chambers, he worships you. His head is crooked in your neck, murmuring softly before kissing you. The rigid walls he builds around himself crumbles when you touch him, your hand simply cupping his face and oh, he is so in love with you once again.

Ship Song

“All of Me" by John Legend

Ship Tropes

annoyance to lovers

big bad guy (him) x their soft spot (you)

’trauma dumping’ (him) x ‘i can fix him’ (you)

CONFESSION

You never meant to be here, standing in the quiet of the grand staircase, heart pounding as though it might leap from your chest. The sound of the ballroom behind you was a distant thrum, the laughter and chatter drowned by the overwhelming presence of him.

Anthony Bridgerton.

Your back was pressed against the cool stone of the wall, desperate for some kind of escape, but there was nowhere to go. The moment he appeared in the dim light, your breath caught—too sharp, too fast—like a thousand emotions rushing to the surface all at once. The world narrowed, as it always did when he was near.

“You are avoiding me” His voice was low, and you looked down, refusing to spare him a glance.“You think you can avoid me? After what you said?”

You stepped back, trying to maintain some distance, some sense of control over your own spiraling emotions. It was a mistake you made in his arms at a ball hosted by your Mama.Three simple words that had ruined everything, leaving a loose knot around your relationship with the Viscount. And in his nature, he ignored you at the time, leaving any room you entered and yet, hit is him who asks that question?

You told yourself you should be angry, should push him away, but the words you wanted to speak died in your throat. He was too close. He was always too close.

“I’m not avoiding anything,” you lied, voice trembling despite yourself. It was a game — one where you orbited one another like stars that could not meet, but simply bask in the light of one another. Your words felt hollow even as they left your mouth. He could see it. He could always see it.

Anthony didn’t move, didn’t blink. His eyes locked onto yours with a sharp intensity, as though they could pierce through the layers you had built around yourself. You hated how he always found you so easily. “You don’t have to pretend with me anymore,” he said, his words slow, deliberate. “I see it. Every time I look at you, I see this love you harbor for me. I see more and I feel. I feel it.”

You swallowed hard, his words pressing down on you, suffocating you. “What more do you see?” The question left your lips, a whisper but you already knew. You already knew exactly what he was going to say.

“I see a woman,” his voice hitched, almost hesitant as he stepped forward. “Who makes me feel like I am burning alive. You—everything about you drives me to madness. I want you in ways I cannot explain. The way you look at me, the way you speak to me—God, even the way you walk in a room makes my heart race. And I cannot—will not—ignore it any longer.”

Your pulse quickened, your hands trembling by your sides as he came even closer, until the heat of his body was so near you could feel his breath near your bare neck.

"I tried to fight it. Tried to pretend that this...this was nothing more than an infatuation. But it is not," he continued, his voice raw and quiet, his words only meant for you. "I can not breathe when you’re not near, yet I can not think when you’re in the same room. You haunt me, you possess me, and damn you—damn you for making me feel like this.”

“Stop,” you whispered, a desperate plea escaping your lips. “Please… stop.” But even as you said it, you could hear the contradiction in your voice, the way it hesitated, but you could not admit it. Each word was knife cutting the strings that held her heart and love.

“No,” Anthony’s voice was low, firm. “I will not stop. Not when every part of me cries out for you. Not when every thought, every desire, every waking hour is consumed with the thought of you.”

You could feel your heart thundering in your ears, your hands reaching for something—anything—anything to steady yourself as he stepped even closer. His breath was hot against your skin, and you were frozen in place, caught in the fire he had started.

"You have bewitched me," he whispered, so close now. “And it terrifies me. You—your smile, your words, the way you drive me mad without even trying. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want this. That I don’t want you.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but there were no words. You always found something to say back, but not this time.The weight of his words was too much, and you found yourself trapped in his gaze, unable to do anything but breathe, barely able to move, like a deer under the eyes of her predator.

"I will endure the fires of hell itself, if it means you’re by my side."

And then, in the hush that followed, the world seemed to pause. The walls closed in. It was just you and him—together in the silence that screamed of everything that had not left your heart, now out in the open.

And you let yourself surrender to it, enclosing the small distance between you.

MOONBOARD

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How to Choose the Right Material for Your Fence Installation

When it comes to transforming your yard, few upgrades are as impactful—and as practical—as a brand-new fence. Whether you’re aiming for privacy, security, or curb appeal, fence installation is one of the best ways to define your space and add long-term value to your home. But before you start digging post holes or calling in a contractor like Kodiak Fence Company, there's one big question you need to answer first:

What material should you choose for your fence installation? From classic wood to sleek vinyl and tough metal options, your choice of material will affect everything—cost, durability, maintenance, and even your home’s overall style. So, let’s break it down and help you make the perfect pick for your property.

Wood Fencing: The Timeless Favorite Best for: Classic charm, privacy, customization

Wood fences are beloved for their natural beauty and timeless appeal. Whether it’s a white picket fence or a tall privacy barrier, wood offers endless design flexibility. You can stain it, paint it, or let it weather naturally for a rustic look.

Pros:

Versatile styles (picket, split rail, shadowbox, etc.)

Can be painted or stained to match your home

Great for privacy and aesthetics

Cons:

Requires regular maintenance (painting, staining, sealing)

Can be susceptible to rot, termites, and weather damage

Shorter lifespan compared to some other materials

Kodiak Fence Company Pro Tip: Opt for cedar or redwood for better durability and resistance to pests and rot.

Vinyl Fencing: Low Maintenance, High Style Best for: Homeowners who want minimal upkeep

If you want a clean look without the yearly hassle of staining or sealing, vinyl fencing is a winner. It mimics the look of wood but lasts much longer and cleans up with just a hose.

Pros:

Virtually maintenance-free

Resistant to weather, rot, and pests

Long-lasting and durable

Available in many colors and styles

Cons:

Higher upfront cost

Not as eco-friendly

Can crack in extremely cold weather

Perfect For: Busy homeowners, family homes, or anyone who values durability without the upkeep.

Chain Link Fencing: Practical and Affordable Best for: Security, pet containment, budget projects

Chain link may not win beauty contests, but it gets the job done—especially when you need a quick, functional barrier. It’s often used for backyards, schools, and commercial properties.

Pros:

Affordable and quick to install

Durable and long-lasting

Great visibility and airflow

Low maintenance

Cons:

Offers little to no privacy

Industrial appearance (though vinyl-coated options look nicer)

Limited design choices

Kodiak Fence Company Suggests: Add privacy slats or grow climbing plants for a greener, more attractive look.

Aluminum Fencing: Elegant and Durable Best for: Decorative accents, pool enclosures, and upscale homes

If you want a fence that looks like wrought iron but without the rust or maintenance, aluminum is an excellent choice. It’s both strong and stylish—perfect for framing gardens, driveways, or patios.

Pros:

Rust-proof and low maintenance

Lightweight but strong

Elegant, decorative appearance

Great for sloped landscapes

Cons:

Offers minimal privacy

Can dent or bend under impact

More expensive than chain link or wood

Ideal For: Homes that prioritize aesthetics, especially when paired with landscaping.

Wrought Iron: Strong and Sophisticated Best for: Security and high-end appeal

Wrought iron fencing makes a statement. It’s bold, beautiful, and secure—but it’s also on the pricier side. You’ll often see it in historic districts, luxury estates, and commercial buildings.

Pros:

Extremely strong and secure

Beautiful, custom designs available

Adds historic or luxury charm

Cons:

High cost and maintenance (rust is a concern)

Not ideal for privacy

Heavier and harder to install

Kodiak Fence Company Insight: If you're set on iron, regular painting and sealing are a must to prevent rust and keep it looking sharp.

Composite Fencing: The Modern Hybrid Best for: Eco-conscious homeowners who want the look of wood without the upkeep

Made from recycled wood fibers and plastic, composite fencing blends the best of both worlds. It mimics the look of wood while offering the strength and longevity of plastic-based materials.

Pros:

Low maintenance

Long-lasting and durable

Sustainable, eco-friendly material

Resists rot, insects, and fading

Cons:

Higher cost than wood or vinyl

Limited color options

Can look less natural up close

Good For: Homeowners who care about the environment but don’t want to compromise on quality.

So, How Do You Choose? Ask yourself a few questions before making the call:

What’s your primary goal? (Privacy, security, aesthetics?)

How much maintenance are you willing to do?

What’s your budget?

What’s the climate like in your area?

What style suits your home best?

Every material has its strengths and limitations. That’s why at Kodiak Fence Company, we don’t believe in one-size-fits-all solutions. We’ll help you weigh the pros and cons and pick the best material for your home and lifestyle.

Final Thoughts: Let Kodiak Fence Company Help You Decide Your fence isn’t just a boundary—it’s a big part of your home’s character. Whether you're going for rustic charm, sleek modern vibes, or a sturdy security solution, the right material makes all the difference.

If you're still not sure where to start, don’t worry. Kodiak Fence Company offers free consultations and expert guidance to help you make the best choice for your fence installation project. With years of experience, quality craftsmanship, and top-tier materials, we’ll make sure your fence is as functional as it is beautiful.

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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

[magnacustomcabinets]

The Best Materials for Custom Kitchen Cabinets in Toronto’s Climate

When it comes to custom kitchen cabinets, one size—or in this case, one material—definitely doesn't fit all. In a city like Toronto, where we experience everything from humid summers to bone-dry, frigid winters, the climate can have a serious impact on how your cabinetry performs and ages over time. Choosing the right materials for your custom kitchen cabinets isn’t just about style—it’s also about durability, stability, and long-term value.

If you're investing in a custom kitchen for your Toronto home, knowing what materials hold up best to the local conditions will help you make a smarter, longer-lasting choice. Here’s a breakdown of the top options worth considering.

1. Solid Wood: Timeless but Needs Care

Solid wood is a go-to choice for many homeowners thanks to its beauty and classic appeal. Woods like maple, oak, cherry, and birch are often used in custom kitchen cabinets for their strength and finish flexibility.

Pros:

Offers rich, natural texture

Can be stained or painted in a wide range of finishes

Extremely durable when well maintained

Climate Consideration: Wood is hygroscopic, meaning it absorbs and releases moisture based on humidity levels. In Toronto’s climate, this can cause warping or cracking if not properly sealed and maintained. A humidity-controlled kitchen or proper ventilation system can help mitigate this.

2. Plywood: A Strong, Stable Foundation

Plywood is widely used as a core material in custom cabinetry due to its resistance to warping and structural integrity.

Pros:

More moisture-resistant than solid wood

Less prone to expanding and contracting

Strong and long-lasting

Climate Consideration: Plywood’s layered construction gives it great dimensional stability—an important feature when battling Toronto’s humid summers and dry winters. Look for cabinetry that uses furniture-grade plywood for the best results.

3. MDF (Medium-Density Fibreboard): Smooth and Versatile

If you’re after a modern, sleek look with painted finishes, MDF is a material worth considering. It’s engineered from wood fibres and resins, resulting in a smooth surface that’s ideal for custom finishes.

Pros:

Perfect for painted cabinet doors and panels

Uniform texture—no wood grain to interrupt the finish

More affordable than solid wood

Climate Consideration: MDF is more stable than solid wood when it comes to expansion and contraction. However, it must be sealed properly to resist moisture, as it can swell if exposed to water. In Toronto kitchens where spills and steam are common, well-sealed MDF can perform beautifully when used strategically.

4. Thermofoil: Budget-Friendly and Low Maintenance

Thermofoil cabinets are made by applying a vinyl film over MDF. This material is known for being easy to clean and maintain, making it popular for families or high-traffic kitchens.

Pros:

Low maintenance

Smooth finish, often mimics wood or paint

Resistant to cracking and chipping

Climate Consideration: While thermofoil handles humidity well, it’s less tolerant to heat. Placing these cabinets too close to ovens or heat sources without protection can lead to peeling. In a well-designed Toronto kitchen with proper spacing, however, thermofoil can be a practical and stylish option.

5. High-Pressure Laminate: Durable and Stylish

Laminates have come a long way in terms of appearance and performance. High-pressure laminate (HPL) is particularly good for custom kitchens that need to stand up to a lot of wear and tear.

Pros:

Extremely durable

Available in a variety of textures and colours

Resists moisture, heat, and scratches

Climate Consideration: Thanks to its durability and resistance to climate fluctuations, HPL is an ideal choice for Toronto homeowners looking for longevity and low upkeep.

Choosing the Right Cabinet Finish for Toronto Kitchens

Beyond the cabinet material itself, the finish plays a big role in protecting your investment. A high-quality sealant or paint not only enhances the look of your cabinets but also serves as a barrier against moisture and temperature changes. In climates like Toronto’s, investing in finishes that can withstand seasonal shifts is just as important as the material underneath.

Blend Function with Local Insight

Choosing materials for custom kitchen cabinets in Toronto requires more than just a sense of style—it takes an understanding of how different materials respond to the local environment. From the rustic charm of solid wood to the modern durability of laminates, the right choice balances aesthetics, function, and weather resistance.

If you're ready to design a kitchen that stands the test of time and climate, Magna Custom Cabinetry and Design can help. With years of experience serving Toronto homeowners, they know what works—and what doesn’t—when it comes to custom cabinetry in our unique climate.

For expert advice and custom cabinetry that’s built to last, contact Magna Custom Cabinetry and Design at 416-727-9795. Learn more about custom kitchen cabinets in Toronto and how the right materials can make all the difference.

[your7oxygen]

10 Tips for Getting the Minimalist Look in Your Home

Achieving your minimalist design dreams doesn't have to be a headache. These tips will help you incorporate the best of minimalist design into your space with ease and enjoyment:

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]

Breathe New Life into Your Space: Budget-Friendly Design with MITS Work

Do you dream of a stunningly designed interior but worry about the cost? You're not alone! Creating a beautiful and functional space doesn't have to break the bank. At MITS Work, a leading interior design company in Noida and a trusted partner for homeowners across India, we believe everyone deserves a space that reflects their style and personality.

This article is packed with practical tips and design inspiration to help you transform your space without exceeding your budget. Whether you're searching for an interior decorator near you in Delhi, Patna, or any other city in India, MITS Work's expertise can guide you through the process. We'll show you how to achieve a high-end look using creative strategies and readily available resources.

Finding Inspiration on a Budget:

Embrace DIY Projects: Unleash your inner creativity! Upcycle old furniture with a fresh coat of paint or reupholster tired pieces with colorful fabrics. Explore online tutorials or attend local workshops to learn basic carpentry or craft skills.

Think Outside the Box: Explore thrift stores, flea markets, and vintage shops for unique treasures. You might find hidden gems like antique accent pieces, decorative mirrors, or even artwork at a fraction of the retail cost.

Harness the Power of Social Media: Platforms like Pinterest and Instagram are goldmines for design inspiration. Follow best interior designers in Delhi and other design professionals for trending ideas and budget-friendly hacks.

Maximizing Space with Smart Design:

Rearrange and Repurpose: Before buying new furniture, consider rearranging your existing pieces. A fresh layout can create a completely different feel. Repurpose furniture for multiple functions, like using an ottoman as a coffee table or a console table as a desk.

Embrace Multifunctional Furniture: Opt for furniture that serves multiple purposes. Foldable chairs, ottomans with storage compartments, and nesting tables can maximize space and functionality in smaller areas.

Let There Be Light: Natural light is a powerful design tool. Open curtains and blinds to brighten your space and create a more open feel. Consider strategically placing mirrors to reflect light and make the room feel more spacious.

Creating Impact with Affordable Decor:

The Power of Paint: A fresh coat of paint can dramatically transform a space. Choose bold colors for an accent wall or calming neutrals for a serene atmosphere. Explore affordable paint brands that offer high-quality options.

Accessorize with Intention: A few well-chosen accessories can add personality and style. Visit thrift stores or discount home decor stores for throw pillows, artwork, plants, or decorative vases.

Bring Nature Indoors: Houseplants not only add a touch of life to your space but also improve air quality. Opt for low-maintenance varieties like succulents or snake plants that require minimal care.

Why Choose MITS Work as Your Budget-Friendly Design Partner?

At MITS Work, we understand that budget-friendly design doesn't mean sacrificing quality or style. Our experienced interior design company in Delhi offers a range of services tailored to your needs and budget. We can help you:

Develop a budget plan and stick to it.

Find creative and affordable solutions for your design goals.

Guide you through the design process, ensuring a cohesive and stylish outcome.

Conclusion:

Creating a beautiful and functional interior doesn't require a hefty price tag. With a little creativity, resourcefulness, and the expert guidance of MITS Work, you can transform your space into a haven you love without breaking the bank.

Ready to get started? Contact MITS Work today for a free consultation and discover how we can help you achieve your dream space.

[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

[hygreeindustries]

Best Toilet Cubicles in Chennai and Bangalore: A Guide to Hygiene and Convenience

When it comes to public facilities, one of the most important aspects is cleanliness and privacy. Toilet cubicles in Chennai and Toilet cubicles in Bangalore have become increasingly sophisticated, offering more than just the basics. As both cities grow rapidly with the rise of urbanization and an increasing focus on public hygiene, the demand for quality toilet cubicles has never been higher. This article explores the features, benefits, and considerations when selecting the right toilet cubicles for your home, office, or public space.

The Evolution of Toilet Cubicles in Chennai and Bangalore

In the past, toilet cubicles were largely rudimentary structures designed to offer basic privacy. However, with a growing focus on sanitation and user comfort, Toilet Cubicles in Chennai and toilet cubicles in Bangalore have become more modernized, incorporating high-quality materials, advanced designs, and efficient usage of space. Both cities are embracing technological innovations to meet hygiene standards and ensure user comfort.

In Chennai, the hot and humid weather has encouraged the design of cubicles with ventilation and moisture-resistant features. Similarly, in Bangalore, where the weather is cooler but still experiences substantial rainfall, waterproofing and durability are key elements in cubicle construction. These cities are focusing on producing cubicles that are not only practical but also sustainable, using eco-friendly materials like recycled plastic, stainless steel, and eco-friendly paint finishes.

Types of Toilet Cubicles in Chennai and Bangalore

When looking at the types of toilet cubicles in Chennai and Toilet Cubicles in Bangalore, several options are available, each suited for different environments:

• Standard Partition Cubicles: These are the most common, used in public restrooms, malls, and office buildings. They are often made from high-quality laminate or plywood, offering privacy while being easy to maintain.

• Glass Toilet Cubicles: Popular in high-end commercial establishments in both cities, glass cubicles offer a more modern look, with the benefit of allowing light to pass through. These are often frosted or tinted for privacy.

• Stainless Steel Toilet Cubicles: These are ideal for industrial or high-traffic environments due to their durability and resistance to corrosion. Stainless steel cubicles are increasingly found in both Chennai and Bangalore to withstand constant use and harsh weather conditions.

• Eco-Friendly Toilet Cubicles: With a growing emphasis on sustainability, many establishments in Bangalore and Chennai are opting for cubicles made from recycled materials, ensuring minimal environmental impact while maintaining durability.

Benefits of Quality Toilet Cubicles

1. Enhanced Privacy: One of the main advantages of having dedicated toilet cubicles is the privacy they provide. Whether in Chennai or Bangalore, ensuring privacy in public restrooms is crucial for user comfort.

2. Improved Hygiene: Modern cubicles are equipped with features like touchless faucets, soap dispensers, and automatic air fresheners, making them far more hygienic than traditional setups.

3. Durability: Materials like stainless steel, fiberglass, and high-pressure laminates are used in toilet cubicles in Chennai and Bangalore, ensuring longevity and minimal maintenance.

4. Space Efficiency: A well-designed toilet cubicle makes efficient use of available space, ensuring that even smaller restrooms can accommodate multiple users comfortably.

5. Aesthetic Appeal: Cubicles today are designed to blend in with the surrounding décor, providing a visually appealing and clean environment for users.

Choosing the Right Toilet Cubicle for Your Space

Selecting the right toilet cubicles in Chennai and toilet cubicles in Bangalore depends on various factors like space, foot traffic, and budget. For smaller areas, compact cubicles made from laminate or fiberglass are ideal. Larger spaces, such as shopping malls and airports, may require more durable cubicles made from stainless steel or glass.

When selecting cubicles, it is also essential to consider the ease of maintenance, the ability to withstand wear and tear, and the comfort level they offer. Whether you're looking for toilet cubicles in Chennai or toilet cubicles in Bangalore, opting for high-quality products from reputable manufacturers will ensure the best results.

Conclusion

The demand for toilet cubicles in Chennai and toilet cubicles in Bangalore reflects the growing awareness of hygiene and comfort in public spaces. Whether you're building a new facility or upgrading an existing restroom, investing in high-quality cubicles not only enhances the overall user experience but also promotes better sanitation standards. Make sure to consider the material, design, and maintenance requirements when making your selection, and enjoy the peace of mind that comes with a modern, hygienic restroom.