#Loft Life

[stoicmike]

Holding sand cast urethan foam mask in my studio, early 70's. I cast the eyes out of acrylic resin with dyes, using glass molds, very thin, that were available at the time. The other figure was sort of a take on a kachina, also sand cast. And also you can see a bit of some fiberglass windows I made using deck cloth & resin with dyes. I put the fiberglass loose in a frame and just let it find its own ballooning shape. The wall enclosed my bedroom.

[voice-of-illogical-sense]

Finally get to sleep. Thankfully, much earlier than of recent.

[gentlemanmotorslifestyle]

[quarternote-lofts]

Classic pied a terre…

In Michigan?

[dadvans]

Save me November 7th 8x06 bucktommy moving in together story, November 7th 8x06 bucktommy moving in together story save me

[lonestardust]

cannot get over tk's birthday. cannot stress enough on how important it was that we got to see a lot of carlos and tk in this well rounded stage in their life; just living joy, just basking in the dream life, celebrating big things under the roof of their own home; teasing each other into karaoke, being all loved up and dancing in the middle of their bustling with joy living room, taking photos and making memories. and it's so vastly different from anything before. this is not like the beginnings nor the overwhelming head spinning rush of committing to each other forever on their wedding day when they were still exhausted by grief and shock. this is simply how forever looks like. they're well settled into everything they dreamed of, in the people they wanted to become, in their life purpose, they found their people, they're married, they made a home together, they grew together in so many ways, they threaded a good life that's theirs forever to keep.

[whollyjoly]

thinking about the date scene...and honestly i dont know which idea i love more cause like

the idea that buck is going all out and cooking for tommy (ESPECIALLY if he's like, just coming off shift) and tommy just smiling so softly cause like!! someone put the effort into doing something nice for him and maybe that doesnt happen all too often/hasnt really happened before, and it just absolutely staggers him how much this man actually wants to do nice things for him 🥹

BUT THEN ALSO

the idea of buck and tommy cooking together, moving around the space together with ease and such simple domesticity!! small touches as they reach around each other, buck having tommy sample the sauce to see how it tastes, maybe tommy makes the garlic bread and its a secret family recipe and when buck asks about it, tommy says hmm, maybe someday with the soft crinkley smile... 🥹🥹

i just!! cooking as a love language!!!

[coffeeismycallsign]

overcast mornings, reading, & coffee >

[toyastales]

A bohemian loft bedroom.

[myeyes-seebeauty]

[puppyeared]

If I close my eyes and concentrate realllyyy hard I can pretend im in my animal crossing room

[i-am-no-jedi-nor-muggle]

Damn it! This is my dream house! 🥺🥺🥺

[gentlemanmotorslifestyle]

[partnersincrime]

"To KB: May The Dance Never End And The Music Never Stop."

[arecaceae175]

Loft Gets to Have One (1) Nice Day

Summary: Loft and the very good extremely nice day. Featuring Groose, Zelda, and a board game. Written for the Bonus Links monthly prompt

Based on @bonus-links by @ezdotjpg

1251 words, fluff and humor (hopefully)

As soon as Loft slips into the slightest bit of wakefulness, he knows it’s going to be a good day. The aches and general fuzziness of his body from the past week seem to have calmed down to its normal, manageable level. He curls onto his side and pulls the soft blanket tighter around his shoulders, breathing deeply and luxuriating in the sweet smell of his partners. 

He must have dozed off; the next thing he knows, he wakes to the dip of the bed behind him. Loft groans half-heartedly and muzzles into the pillow. An arm goes over his stomach, then he feels Zelda’s soft hair tickling his cheek. 

“Morning, love,” Zelda whispers. 

She presses a soft kiss to his cheek. Loft tries to turn and catch her lips, but he’s too slow. He doesn’t mind, because Zelda laughs lightly at his attempt. The sound is music to his ears. 

��How are you feeling?” Zelda asks. 

Loft hums in content. “So much better.”

“That’s great,” Zelda says. Loft flings his arm around to try to find her for another hug, but it flops on the blankets. Zelda must have moved. 

“Ready to get up? Groose almost has breakfast ready,” Zelda says. 

“I’m coming,” Loft mumbles, voice muffled by the mountain of blankets on top of him. He does not move.

Zelda rolls her eyes and moves to the end of the bed. She gets a mischievous look in her eyes, and Loft doesn’t have time to react before she is yanking the blankets off the bed. Loft makes a noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and a groan. He sits up and pouts. It’s hard to keep the pout, though, when he sees Zelda stifling her laugh behind her hand. 

Loft lasts all of three seconds before his resolve crumbles and he giggles. 

“It always works,” Zelda says with a shrug. 

Loft rolls his eyes fondly and holds his arms out. “I’m cold, now.”

Zelda jumps onto the bed and pulls Loft into her arms. He sighs fondly and rests his head in the crook of her neck. Mouth against her skin, he mumbles, “That always works too.”

Zelda laughs and pushes him away. Loft lets himself fall backwards onto the pillows, then rolls to the side and lets his feet slide off the bed. The momentum pulls him into a sitting position, and Loft waits patiently as the rushing in his head calms and he feels up to standing. 

“You two better hurry! I’ll eat all this without ya!” Groose calls from the kitchen. 

Loft quickly rolls onto his feet. “I’m up!” 

Loft drags himself to the kitchen and flops down in his chair, sighing in contentment. Groose and Zelda had crafted it specially for him. It has support in all the right places and extra cushioning for days when everything hurts. Loft feels their love pouring out of it every time he touches the polished wood. 

Groose carried three plates to the table, passed them out, then sat down. He rubbed his hands together excitedly as he dug into the meal. Zelda rolled her eyes with fondness and ate hers with much more grace. Loft rested his head on one hand as he picked up his toast. 

“What’s the plan for today?” Loft asks. 

“Nothing until the planning meeting this afternoon. We have the morning to ourselves. See why I wanted you up?” Zelda says with a smile. 

Loft returns it happily. A day spent with his partners is something he will never cease to cherish. 

“I got a new game at the market last week,” Groose says. “It seems fun.”

“Let’s try it!” Loft says. 

“A board game? Oh, you’re going down,” Zelda says. Loft takes it as the challenge it is.

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“Link. My dearest angel. The light of my life. The sun in my sky, the moon in my eyes,” Groose says, leaning across the table with one hand extending to Loft. 

“Groose.”

“Will you make the trade?” Groose asks. 

Loft rests his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands. He gives Groose the biggest eyes, the softest smile he can. He tilts his head to the side just so, the way he knows Groose likes. 

“No,” Loft says, voice dripping with sickly sweetness. 

Groose’s mouth falls open in shock, and he ever so slowly collapses onto the table. He moans in agony. 

“There, there,” Zelda says, patting Groose’s shoulder. “It’ll all be okay.”

Groose turns his head to look at Zelda. “Will you trade with me?”

Zelda smiles sadly. “No."

Groose puts his face back down on the table. 

“That’s the end of your turn, then,” Zelda says gleefully. She hands the dice to Loft. 

Loft takes it angrily and shakes it around in his hand. He really needs a four. 

“Two, two, two, two,” Zelda chants. “Come on.”

Loft bites his lip as he rolls the rice in his hands. He glances at Zelda, eagerly watching him like he is easy prey, then at Groose, who has both hands braced against the table and is leaning back slightly, with a look of mild terror on his face. 

Loft sucks in a breath. He traveled the world and defeated a God. He’s the Goddesses’ Chosen Hero of Courage.

He can defeat his girlfriend in this damned board game. 

Loft opens his hand and rolls the dice. It bounces and spins across the table, past Loft’s game piece, past Groose’s, past Zelda’s far ahead. The bouncing stops, the spinning slows. All three lean forward. 

The die tilts, and lands on… two. 

“No!” Loft yells, and collapses onto the table. 

“Yes!” Zelda leaps to her feet, arms pumping victoriously in the air. She bounces for a moment, then leans over the board and moves the game pieces. 

“You got a two, so- you don’t mind me moving your piece, love?” Zelda asks, voice high with joy. 

Loft groans. 

“So you land here, which sends you here, which lets me move here and collect and win the game!” Zelda slams her piece on the WIN square. Loft groans some more. 

“You’re evil,” Loft mumbles into his sleeve. 

Zelda flips her ponytail over her shoulder and rests one hand on her hip. “It’s just skill. You wish you had it.”

Groose abruptly rises to his feet and sweeps his arm across the table, gathering all the game pieces into the case. He tucks it haphazardly under his arm and stomps to the door to put on his shoes. 

“Hey, where are you going?” Loft asks. 

“I need to collect firewood,” Groose says. 

“What are you doing with the game?” Zelda asks. Her voice is still tinged with her smile. It makes Loft vaguely nauseous. 

Groose turns around to face them and looks Zelda straight in the eye. “I told you. I’m collecting firewood. As head of this household, I’m banning this game and condemning it to a fiery death.”

“Woah, woah, woah, slow down,” Zelda says. “Who made you the head of the household?”

They erupt into chaos. 

~ ~ ~ ▲ ~ ~ ~

Many months later, in an era Loft doesn’t know, he and his new companions are having a day of rest and relaxation. Someone suggests a board game, which Loft hastily agrees to. Mage pulls out the game, and Loft freezes. 

“Loft?” Wake asks. 

Loft shakes his head and stands from the table. 

“Nope,” Loft says, and turns to leave. 

“What’s wrong?” Wolf asks. 

“Sorry. I’m banned from playing that game. It turns me into a ‘power-crazed demon,’ apparently, according to my boyfriend. And my girlfriend. Like they can talk,” Loft says. He turns and walks out the door. 

“Oh, and try not to roll a two. Best of luck. I’ll see the survivors at dinner.”