#art deco cigarette boxes

[mote-historie]

Art Deco Scale Pattern Box by Cartier, Paris. European Influence. 1928.

Art Deco objects from From the Prince and Princess Sadruddin Aga Khan Collection. 

  Vanity cases, powder compacts and cigarette boxes are the backdrop for refined decorative effects, executed on the miniature surfaces. To look at, these feminine accessories are veritable masterpieces of creativity, fantasy and technique. Made from gold or platinum, they are enriched with precious stones and gemstones, and covered in mother-of-pearl, enamel or lacquer. (x)

[artdecoandmodernist]

ART DECO OBJECTS From the Prince and Princess Sadruddin Aga Khan Collection. 

Vanity cases, powder compacts and cigarette boxes are the backdrop for refined decorative effects, executed on the miniature surfaces. To look at, these feminine accessories are veritable masterpieces of creativity, fantasy and technique. Made from gold or platinum, they are enriched with precious stones and gemstones, and covered in mother-of-pearl, enamel or lacquer. (x) 

The Myth of the East. CHINESE INFLUENCE: 

1) 1927 Cigarette Case by Cartier Paris.

2) 1928 Poppy Vanity Case by Janesich, Manufactured by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris. 

3) 1930 Koi and Dragon Compact by Cartier Paris. 

4) 1927 Dragon and the Pearl Vanity Case by Cartier with mosaic by Vladimir Makovsky, Paris.

5) 1928 Mountain Landscape Vanity Case by Boucheron Paris. 

6) 1929 Vanity Case by Black, Starr and Frost Mosaic probably by Vladimir Makovsky. 

7) 1925 Panther Vanity Case by Cartier Paris.

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Professor Sycamore Proposal and Wedding Headcanons

so.... instead of festive headcanons, yall get this!! frick, when did it become february?

features: gn! reader, fluff, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes and very minor reference to sex

not proofread lol

owo what’s this? a classic boopy headcanon??

Sycamore is DIVORCED

So he has a lot of anxiety about marriage

When his last one crumbled, he felt like a failure, even though it was a mutual decision

After that, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to get marrid again

Like, could he really find someone to spend his life with? Was that even possible?

But then he met you

And suddenly, he liked the sound of wedding bells again

You’re together for about two or three years when he feels his ring finger starting to itch

Needing the cool metal of a wedding band to soothe it

Being with you, living with you… it was like the puzzle piece his life was missing

He wants to see that smile of yours for the rest of his life

The proposal HAS to be special

Because you’re special

And you make him feel special

You two have so many special memories together

Luckily, he’s a romantic, so he has an incredible idea

He’s going to take you on a walk down memory lane

Literally

To places that mean the world to the both of you

It starts at your shared apartment of course

You come home from work, to find your beloved wearing a chic suit (the top shirt buttons undone, of course)

He tells you he has a surprise, and that you should put on a nice (but easy to wander in) outfit

It’s not the first time he’s done something like this, so you’re not suspicious of anything just yet

And off you go on your grand adventure!

Having dinner at the restaurant you spent your first anniversary at

Getting dessert at your favourite little café

Laughing about the time you both dropped your ice cream while you stroll through the park

And all sorts of other memories

He’s nervous the whole time, but the excitement wins out

You just look so beautiful, his heart skips a beat every time he glances over at you

He wants to marry you SO BAD!

The walk culminates at the bridge you shared your first kiss at

At this point, you’ve kinda sussed out what his plan is

And boy!

You’ve never been more giddy with excitement

Honestly, if you found out he wasn’t proposing, you’d be disappointed

He takes your hand as you look across the river, the city lights dancing in the water

The speech he gives you is equal parts romantic and heartfelt

Just poetry

You’re trembling the entire time

He gets on one knee

His bones click but ignore that

And presents you with a velvet box

A gorgeous, classic ring inside

He doesn’t even have a chance to finish asking the big question before your arms are around him and you’re shouting “Yes! Yes!”

He’s in disbelief by your reaction

I mean, he knew you’d say yes… but he didn’t expect you to be this enthusiastic

You really do love him, and that makes him feel so happy and blessed

Wedding planning is a bit hectic, since Augustine is very involved BUT also very busy and tired with work

Do you get into silly fights over dumb things like what canapes to serve? Probably

But do you make up like two seconds after? Yes

Your invites are so elegant (art deco perhaps?), and they are rose scented!

In terms of the wedding, it’s gonna be a small but classy affair

Not super traditional, but definitely romantic and stylish

Depending on what point of the timeline it is, he might not even have a best man

Because he’d want it to be Lysandre eek

The ceremony itself would be held in one of the many beautiful, historic buildings in Lumiose

Somewhere full of art and culture and beauty and life

Maybe somewhere like the art gallery? The theatre? The botanical gardens?

Wherever it is, you KNOW Sycamore’s vows will be the most romantic prose

The heartfelt, genuine words that fall from his lips are the stuff of fairytales

It would make the most jilted, stone-hearted person  believe in love again

The whole time, he’s trembling with emotion

His hands are holding yours, his eyes gazing at you with such fondness and admiration

There will be tears

From you, from him, from everyone

Speaking of…

The guest list is STACKED

Despite it only being a few dozen people

It’s like a Pokémon conference crashed into your nupitals

Diantha, Steven Stone, Wallace, Cynthia… a whole host of professors

Your now-husband is well-connected that’s for sure

Expect AMAZING wedding presents

The dress-code is cocktail

Perfect for the cocktail hour

I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you chose to wear cocktail attire for your ceremony as well as the reception

But you could also stick to more formal/traditional options for the whole event, or switch to your more casual looks after pictures

no matter what option, he WILL find a way to show off a little chest

The reception could be held in a myriad of places

A rooftop in the city, a grand manor in Laverre City, a ballroom in Hotel Richissime

Wherever it’s held, there will be a very Kalosian sounding band playing the whole time

The Champagne will be flowing and plentiful

And there will be SO many flowers

You get those really aesthetic black and white photos taken ah! i love those!

Just saying… your first dance will be so beautiful

Graceful and romantic, you two gliding together as one

It’s Kalos, so you KNOW the meal will be delicious and rich and indulgent

I can totally see the two of you ditching the cake for a round of delicious pastries for everyone

Ones filled with berry curd or cream or chocolate ganache or frangipane

Just exquisite little pockets of joy

At some point, yourself and Augustine slip away to somewhere quiet

A balcony perhaps?

So you two can share a moment together, just the two of you, as pouses

Officially!

And so he can have a quick ciggy

As the evening goes on (and your hubby gets tipsier)

You’re on the dance floor again, but much less gracefully this time

It really devolves from a classy affair to a bunch of drunk friends having a good time

Which honestly? Was exactly how it should end

Well that, and your magical first night together as newlyweds ;)

[the1920sinpictures]

1927 Black, Starr and Frost cigarette box. From Art Deco, Art Nouveau & 20th Century Decoratif Arts Group, FB.

[midnightcoffee97]

deep red playlist 🍒🌹🚬🍷💄

Tracks:

Cherry Waves - Deftones

Cherry-coloured Funk - Cocteau Twins

Cherry - Chromatics

Glory Box - Portishead

Sadeness - Enigma

Art Deco (instrumental) - ROSYE

Eyes Without A Face - Billy Idol

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

Cigarettes Out The Window - TV Girl

Lovers Rock - TV Girl

Let The Light In - Lana Del Rey ft. Father John Misty

My Kind Of Woman - Mac DeMarco

Romantic Lover - Eyedress

The Blonde - TV Girl

Stargirl Interlude - The Weekend ft. Lana Del Rey

Something About You - Eyedress ft. Dent May

Heart to Heart - Mac DeMarco

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

Dream Girl - Crisaunt

Old Money - Lana Del Rey

Cruel World - Lana Del Rey

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

Wait For Life - Emile Haynie ft. Lana Del Rey

Salvatore - Lana Del Rey

Self Control - Laura Branigan

Mystery - Jesse Jo Stark

Love Is A Loosing Game - Amy Winehouse

Buddy‘s Rendezvous - Landa Del Rey ft. Father John Misty

Sweet Jane - Cowboy Junkies

Sour Switchblade - Elita

Divine Failure - Elsooyer

Rock Me Amadeus - Falco

Black Milk - Massive Attack ft. Elizabeth Fraser

Écoute Chérie - Vendredi Sur Mer

One Of Your Girls - Troye Sivan

Femme Fatale - The Velvet Underground ft. Nico

[eastcoastboyos]

Gator Country

The day started off with a visit to Buffalo Tiger Air Boat tours. The outpost is on the side of a highway running straight through the everglades and within native land. Fearful of the direct sun, us white boys did the most sensible thing upon arrival, and hastily reapplied sunscreen before signing in for our tour.

Our guide was a man named Garrett. Muscle shirt, tattoos, tanned to hell, scruffy unkept beard, and who immediately lit a cigarette upon arrival. His aunt appeared to run the joint, and he remarked about how the Feds seem to do nothing right. We speculated on his political affiliation.

Not without merit, Garrett informed us of his Miccosukee (and Scottish) heritage and how the US government had went to war with his people, and how a clever chief managed to secure their territory by parlaying with Fidel Castro, thus making the American government eager to please.

Touring around the grassy swamp, Garrett took us to an unused historic native village that we gingerly explored. We learned much from Garrett and his self proclaimed passion for biology, from sugar apples to gator nest monitoring.

Boating around, I was eagerly hoping to see a Gator and after 15 mins of circling we found our target. BoBo, a five foot male, seemed familiar with Garrett and leisurely swam over to our boat before closing his eyes for what appeared to be a nap. Much quiet and excitement was had over the close encounter.

Driving home, the boys had to practice calming the mind amongst Miami drivers. The congestion and aggressive drivers here seem to serve as a reminder of what can happen when a city prioritizes the individual over efficient group transportation.

After a brief mishap parking wise, the lads cooled down in our icebox airBnb which seems to only have two AC settings: artic or off. We then headed out to the beach while I stayed behind to chat with Tova for a bit.

It was a hot sunny day outside, and so once the pull of the beach called, I too assembled myself. To my surprise, the boys had not taken the beach umbrella, nor beach towels, nor cooler, nor sunscreen. It had seemed the call of the beach had rushed them too soon.

Collecting these supplies, I headed out to a local grocer and obtained some cold drinks, snacks, and ice cream for the cooler. I luckily ran into Joel on my way to the surf and after some brief head turning, found the boys behind a metal box.

Much content was had over the delivered supplies. After wolfing down the rapidly melting ice cream, the lads alternated between lounging in the sun, swimming amongst the waves, and people watching. Allen unfortunately forgot about his sunglasses as he dove into the water, and after an unsuccessful search party, we accepted them as lost to the ocean.

Oddly, while searching for his black and red shades, we even found a different pair of glasses, with clear frames, as if to be a cruel tease of the big blue. Watching advertising planes and cruise ships go by, the boys eventually headed back.

Pizza was had for dinner and most of us crammed onto Blake and Allen's sofa bed to watch the Canada - Uruguay soccer match amongst picture posting of Blake's "chub". Joel unfortunately had to take his jersey off at the end when Uruguay won via penalty kicks.

Walking the art Deco walk at night, Joel messaged a potential new lady friend, an we sauntered, watching people flaunt their fancy cars, dress, and bodies. Standing along the street for a couple minutes, we watched a drag show, and I got to say, the lgbtq community knows how to party.

Derek

[danismm]

Affordable art deco : identification & value guide

[the-fiction-witch]

The Business

Media irl X 1950's/1960's

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept "No questions about the business"

Smut posing/ bare skin/ spanking/ fondling/ semiconsentual/ full sex/ love bites/ 'pet' & 'good girl'/ others other hearing/ sex in the kitchen

I was nervous looming outside the door for what felt like an hour. I didn't want to disturb him and his business but it had to be done. I stood outside the large oak door of his office, my little blue shoes on the wooden floorboards doing my best not to cause them to creak. The corridor dark without a window in sight the red heavy wallpaper seemed to sap away any light from the small art deco Tiffany sconces with the three sets of diamonds getting larger closer to the center with white on the edge then orange the red facing up creating shadows on the textured ceiling. I held my breath fixing my little blue dress and my curls before I tapped on the door four times I didn't wait for an answer grabbing the golden doorknob and pushing it open revealing the room within. 

The large room with the same wooden floorboards, wood panels halfway up the walls with a red and gold geometric wallpaper, the same lights on little places around the room two hanging ones one above the main desk the other by the bar, the small bar sat to the left side with cigarette boxes and decanters sat, the desk far to the back wall with two windows behind it but the blinds drawn. A red rug across the floor. Trails of smoke in the air. Various business men all lingering about glaring at me and the open door.

"Thomas I-" I began but before I could utter another word 

"Out." He demanded from his large red chair behind his desk "now."

I went to leave but everyone in the room got up making me immediately feel afraid but they all walked to the door past me and out into the corridor once the last man had gone he spoke up again

"Come in" he says much sweeter so I stepped in having the door close tightly behind me 

"I'm sorry I didn't want to disturb -" I began but stopped short as his chair turned to face me revealing him there well dressed as usual, his black polished Oxfords, red suspenders, white pressed shirt, red tie tucked in half way down his shirt, cigarette in hand "your business" I finished he didn't speak his face still emotionless, he beckoned me with his index and middle finger to come closer with the hand that held his cigarette I stepped across the floor my heels against the floorboards and rig the only sounds other then the clock on the wall behind the bar I stopped In Front of his desk holding my breath again when a sly smirk crawled across his lip, he moved and leant back on his chair giving his thigh a glance, I didn't need to be told twice moving to his side of the desk and perching myself on his thigh to which he wrapped his arm around my waist sitting a hand on my hip. 

"You have nothing to apologize about" whispered, opening his drawer I did my best not to look as I didn't want to be accused of prying into his business "your my wife. You have free rein to come in my office you know that pet" he reassured getting a beautiful silver and diamond bracelet from his draw he took my hand giving the top of my knuckles a kiss and slipping the bracelet on my hand 

"I just don't like disturbing your business"

"You're not disturbing anything." He Cooes giving my cheek a kiss "I wanted them out a while anyway" 

"What have you been up to?" I asked 

"Pet. What did we agree?' he Did bringing his cigarette to his lips 

"No questions about the business" 

"Good girl." He Cooes fixing my hair

"Why?" 

"What?" He chuckled

"Why? The business runs out of our house, it's a family business shouldn't i-"

"Y/n" he warns, sending a shiver down my spine "the business is my business. I don't want my beautiful wife worrying her little head about it all" 

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive pet" he says "go on. I've got work to do" 

"Yes Thomas" I nodded, getting up, fixing my dress a little "anything special you wanted for dinner?"

"Surprise me" 

"Alright" I nodded heading towards the door but before I even got halfway across his office he spoke up

"Y/n." He growled

"Yes thomas?" I asked not even turning frozen looking at the door unsure what he could be about to do 

"Let me see the most beautiful sight in the world" he Cooed 

Immediately I blushed hard smiling a little thought my blush 

"I thought you had work to do?"

"I do. Got to have something to encourage me" he smirked 

I blushed more but took a grip on my dress tugging the fabric higher and higher until I held the hem holding it around my waist I could feel his eyes burning into my skin feeling the air of the room on my bare skin 

"Umm hum" he smirked 

 "turn around" he demanded 

For a second I didn't move now completely blushing hard I went to drop my dress but

"No. Keep hold of that" he ordered 

So I held my dress still with the hem around my waist and turned to face his desk seeing him sat there cigarette between his lips smirking at me as he took in every inch of my bare skin "good girl" he Cooes 

So I dropped the fabric flattering it back to normal

"Go on. I'll see you later pet" 

"Yes Thomas" I nodded quickly hurrying out of his office and back into the house. 

I stood in the kitchen looking out the window to the garden as I mindlessly scrubbed the dishes and the little radio on the shelf playing some gentle tunes. My heels against the black and white tiles, I picked up a plate from the counter of dark wood and a black marble top adding it to my water scrubbing away for a while before sitting it in the rack. I froze up as I headed the door open and close, his footsteps down the corridor before he arrived in the kitchen, I could immediately smell the sent of gunsmoke and of blood, I didn't turn to see him meerly watching him in the glass mirror in the back of the display cabinet watching between the stored glasses. He stepped over to the kitchen island in his black suit putting a hand through his messy blonde hair, he undid his jacket pulling out his usual gun fiddling with it a moment and taking the bullets out setting the gun and it's bullet shelve on the marble separately, then pulling out his switchblade taking some kitchen towel wiping it clean and sitting it too on the counter, he slipped his jacket off hanging it one of the stools of the kitchen island rolling his sleeves up as he stepped across the kitchen to the stove opening the lid and having a taste of my cooking he seemed pleased setting the lid back on the pot before he came and stood behind me stroking his fingers across my apron strings his breath against my neck until he kissed my cheek, the moment he did his hands took my dresses fabric pushing it and my petticoats up to my waist he held my hips a second and ground himself against my bare ass before he moved back and undid his pants pulling out his hard erection, he moved me slightly allowing him the angle to slip Inside me leaning my hips against the counter top hard as he began his slow but passionate thrusts immediately I melted feeling him inside me dropping my work to hold the edges of the sink trying to remain composed I knew how wet me was making me not to mention all his little grunts and groans in my ear as he worked his hands tight around my waist

"Squeal for me pet" he demanded 

"Thomas I-"

"Do as I ask. Or I'll Bend that dirty ass over and spank you raw" he ordered

"Yes Thomas" I nodded allowing myself to be much louder with my moans and screams his hand left my waist to unbutton one of the buttons on my dress slipping his hand in to grasp my breast which only made him chuckle more, I knew I was close and so did he getting faster and more merciless on me his gropes and strokes becoming more aggressive until I hit my orgasm squealing loudly my eyes rolling back my head against his chest my juices dripping down my legs, he let me ride it out but wasn't long before his own far quieter orgasm burying himself as deep inside me as he could before pulling out and doing his pants up, he tugged my dress down and gave my cheek a sweet kiss before he moved to lean on the counter beside me

"What?" He asks I was confused and turned seeing a few of his business boys in our kitchen doorway. I had no clue how long they had been here but I turned bright red thinking they could have seen, or heard everything that had just happened. 

"Melrose wants a call at nine" one said 

"Let him wait. He's never punctual when the shoes on the other foot" Thomas said getting a cigarette from his box in his pocket putting it to his lips and trying to light it but his lighter wouldn't strike so I took one from the side and lit it up for him "thank you pet" he cooes giving me a wink

"The Canadian account sir?"

"Have Sammy look into it I can't be bothered with their pleasantries" he said and the boys nodded, he smiled and pulled me into his side so I co nuzzle on his shoulder when I noticed one of the boys looking at me in a particularly focused way 

"Well fuck off then" he ordered and the boys left going off somewhere else 

"How was it?" I asked

"All delt with pet. Now I have some more work to do in my office if you could bring me some of that lovely soup down in about an hour?"

"Of course"

"Good girl. And when I'm all done with work how does you me and the triumph sound? We'll pop into town to the pictures?"

"That's sounds lovely'

"Perfect. Go make yourself look mesmerizing I'll finish this work up' he says slapping my butt before heading off to his office 

I laid on bed having long since finished my book wrapped up warm in the cosy covers and blankets doing my best to fall into the sweet arms of sleep even though the bed was empty. I heard sounds from downstairs but I didn't think twice trying to sleep until I hear the door opened for a moment I didn't move assuming it would just be Thomas home from a meeting and he'd climb into bed with me in meer moment but I heard sounds of pain and a light turn on in the ensuite I sat up seeing the light coming on though the slightly opened door "Thomas?"

"Yeah" he answered back, sounding in pain I quickly climbed out the bed wrapping my robe around me and hurrying over pushing open the door seeing our light blue bathroom fixings, the sweet white and blue tiles, the bright light above it all, Thomas sat on the edge of the bathtub his bare feet on the rug, his pants as well dressed as when he left but his jacket gone his hotel shirt covered in blood he was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt having opened the medicine cabinet spilling medical supplies across the sink

"Oh my god Thomas!" I yelled in shock trying to get a good look at him but he pushed me away "you're covered in blood!" I yelled trying not to panic too bad about to go and call for an ambulance

"Relax!" He demanded "it's not my blood" he says 

"What?"

"It not my blood. At Least not all of it" he says getting a cigarette from his pocket lighting it up and looking much more relaxed

"The hell happened?" 

"Bad meeting that's" he shrugs slipping his shirt off 

"Oh my god your shoulder!" 

"Yeah I know. It's fine I already worked the bullet out just need to sterilize and wrap it up." He says "relax pet. Nothing I can't handle" 

"Still" I said getting the stuff to clean his shoulder helping him out where I could "business isn't going to well I take it?"

"Pet."

"Sorry i-"

"It's fine. Natural for you to be curious. Just keep that little nose out I don't want you getting hurt" he says as we finished up with his shoulder

"Well how do I think I feel. If you worry if get hurt don't you think I'm always worried about you?" I said slipping off my robe to return to bed he stripped off and climbed into bed beside me pulling me into his chest "careful!"

"It's alright. I know you worry. I wish I could tell you it's all perfect safe and all perfectly above board but… you made me promise on our wedding not to lie to you. It's all fine pet don't worry anything happens to me you'll be well looked after I promise"

"I don't want to be looked after. I want you"

"I know. How about I take a week off?"

"What?"

"Really, a week. No business at all. Not boys coming around just you and me?"

"I'd like that thomas" I cooed nuzzling closer 

"Alright. I'll get it sorted tomorrow morning. Let's get some sleep"

"Alright, you don't need anything before bed? For your arm?"

"Well I can think of something my little wife could do to make me feel better?" He smirked giving my head little kisses 

"His will that help your shoulder?"

"It'll take my mind off it. Make me feel better" he Cooes playing with my hair 

"Goodnight Thomas"

"Fine. Goodnight y/n" he smiled kissing my nose "love you"

"I love you more"

[chaoticnutcase]

NT Art Deco Carved Rock Crystal Cigarette Box, Retailed by Charlton & Co.

[artdecoandmodernist]

Art Deco objects from the Prince and Princess Sadruddin Aga Khan Collection. 

  Vanity cases, powder compacts and cigarette boxes are the backdrop for refined decorative effects, executed on the miniature surfaces. To look at, these feminine accessories are veritable masterpieces of creativity, fantasy and technique. Made from gold or platinum, they are enriched with precious stones and gemstones, and covered in mother-of-pearl, enamel or lacquer. (x)

1)  1928 Chrysanthemum Vanity Case by Lacloche Frères, Manufactured by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris. Japanese Influence. 

2)  1925 Floral Sash Vanity Case by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris. Japanese Influence.

3)  1928 Vanity Case by Van Cleef & Arpels, Manufactured by Alfred Langlois, Paris. Persian Influence.

4)  1930 Noble Hunt Vanity Case by Rose Vanity Case by Lacloche Frères,  Manufactured by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris, 1925 ,  Paris. Persian Influence.

5)  1928 Scale Pattern Box by Cartier, Paris. European Influence. 

6)  1927 Feuilles Cigarette Case by Van Cleef & Arpels, Manufactured by Alfred Langlois, Paris. European Influence.

7)   1927 Aubergine Motif, Cigarette Case by Van Cleef & Arpels, Manufactured by Alfred Langlois, Paris. European Influence.

8)  1926 Amber and Snakeskin Vanity Case by Van Cleef & Arpels, Manufactured by Strauss Allard & Meyer, Paris. European Influence.

9)  1925 Rose Vanity Case by Lacloche Frères, Manufactured by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris. European Influence.

10)  1928 Box by Van Cleef & Arpels, Manufactured by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris. European Influence.

[steve-rogers-new-york]

August

Warmest greeting my sweet, soft snickerdoodles <3

Last Month — July

What a shock! Last month I got up-to-date on all my physical perks, posted all my scheduled posts, and made great headway on one of my long-term, major-massive-huge projects for the blog. So progress. So success. So respectable adult! It was so cool to post two posts I had been looking forward to: The US flag one and the Dip Pen’s post :D I hope you guys enjoyed them! I also revived our old love: Recipe Wednesday! I’ll try my best to keep them up.

The aforementioned mega-huge-totally-all-the-work project is an extensive list of period accurate slang terms. If you’ve been with me a while you may know I have a gorgeous 720-page dictionary of slang (”The Concise New Partridge Dictionary of Slang and Unconventional English”) that is a beloved fixture of my small SRNY-related bookshelf. I have been, for a while, going through and compiling a list of terms that are historically-accurate language that would relate to both our boys, as well as Steve’s mother, Peggy, and the other Commandos. It really is a long-term project, and I am only just finishing up the C’s, but when I’m done, I’ll have the full list available to everyone for fic (and other) reference, as well as a series of themed posts!

Aside from posts, I have been trying to be more sociable. I’ve been semi-active on the Put on the Suit Stony Discord server, so if you see me (Owlish Fun) over there say hi <3 I’ve really enjoyed chatting with peeps over there about fic and cannon, and you know, whatever. And obv, I’m still loving the SRNY Discord, we’ve getting some new members recently and we’ve been having some great research-related chats!

Upcoming Posts — August+

August is a little behind on the post due to some health issues I’ve been having the last couple of week (see later in this post), so I might not get as much up this month as I would like :( I alway have a number of projects on the go, so below are some you can expect to see in the next month or so:

Asthma Cigarettes — Part of Patreon Ephemera Club Perk

Art Deco (art, furniture, architecture etc — on special request)

More Recipe Wednesday!

Coney Island’s Thunderbolt — Part of Patreon Ephemera Club Perk (late)

More 1920s-1940s slang

August Ephemera Club Perks (Patreon)

This month’s perk theme is medications, and will include...

ONE box for "Dr. Guild's Green Mountain Asthmatic Cigarettes" and TWO matchbooks featuring advertisements for medicines available during this time period! I was so excited when I found these boxes, and I’m really excited to share them with your guys! They have all the directions and commentary for the products, as well as price. I still have two more sets of these items for new subscribers in August, so if you would like to receive your own and support the blog, you can join the Ephemera Club tier over on the Patreon!

What’s Up with Me

So, as you may already know from my earlier post, I’ve been dealing with a rather persistent ear infection this past couple of weeks. Not only is it really painful and annoying, it also makes is nearly impossible to focus properly. As such, I’ve pretty much been unable to work on the blog for more than short bursts, and I’ve not written anything new in a while. I’m trying to be productive despite this, doing some clean-up of existing research notes and minor additions. Mostly, I’ve been working on the aforementioned vocab list of slang-terms from my dictionary. It’s just absent minded enough I can do it without too much trouble. I’ve actually made great progress actually, finishing the B’s and soon the C’s! I’m new about 1/4 the way through the dictionary! Very excite.

So yeah, I’m still under the weather. Most of the stronger pain is going thanks to a course of antibiotics, bit I’ve still only got about 20% hearing in that ear, near-constant ringing, regular discomfort and with occasional stabbing pain, and just generally feeling off thanks to having a problem ear. I guess the good news is that two doctors have said their pretty confident I don’t have COVID, so joy? It’s not fun guys — 0/10, would not recommend.

Beyond all that, I also moved at the beginning of this month, and how is that not the biggest news I have?? Dang health. I actually just moved (quite literally) around the corner from my other place, so with the help of my old housemate the move was quick and easy. The house is lovely, my new human housemate is great, and my new feline housemates are good company, if crafty and mischievous. Only downside is that I am allergic to cats xD Not extremely, but i get all-day sniffles if I don’t take antihistamine daily. Totally worth it.

August is a bit of hurry-up-and-wait. I start my Masters programme next months, and nearly everything is sorted by this point. I was lucky enough to be in a small programme so I got into all my first choice courses (enrolment was at 6am on the the day I moved, such fun!). This week I’ve been giving my credit card a work-out getting supplies so I’m ready for courses, including notebooks and other stationery products. I’m pretty picky about notebooks, so it took a month to finally settle on which ones I wanted to get. I might be mad.

I guess the last life note to make is the fun mid-point I’m occupying between intentional deluded calm and constant panic over my finances. I’ve been luck enough to live in a country that is providing financial support for those effected by COVID, so I have been receiving financial aid from the Canadian government since March. However, it’s going to be coming to an end soon, and with me starting a Masters degree in Sept, and my job still not really existing because of the pandemic (I work in tourism), it’s unclear what I’m doing for money come October. I have a line-of-credit set up to cover rent/food should it come down to it, if I cannot get any government assistance and my job continues to be unable to get my work. But that will just add to future Me’s debt coming out of my Masters, and a course I’m trying to avoid. I wasn’t able to get any scholarships this year, which was a huge let-down, as I had the academic clout that should have made me a shoe-in. While it is weighing on me, there is only so much I can do about it, so I’m keeping positive and know I have the worst-case safety-net of credit if it comes to it. In the meantime, I’m working on framing some vintage prints and comic book covers to offer on Etsy — something I’ve been wanting to do for a while but kept putting off. They’ll be items at a higher sell price and hopefully will bring in a little more income from the store. I’m also looking for suggestions on what other things people would like to get out of the Patreon, things that might make it more appealing for new and existing Patrons. I have recently added a Patrons-Only perk of a Masterlist of and access to my full research notes for existing and un-finished blog topics.

Ugh, this personal section won’t be this long in future, It’s just been a very eventful month so far. Love you guys, D.

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Nightmare from Heaven - Ch. 2

Sanctuary

Day 9 of occupation, Tuesday

As he turned the key in the lock, Keishin Ukai let out a deflated sigh. “Well, let’s get this over with.”

After morning practice, Sakanoshita Shop’s attendant unlocked the backdoor of the establishment for the first time in over a week. He stepped into the windowless storeroom and clicked the light switch a few times. Nothing happened.

“Of course,” he grumbled.

He saw storage boxes cut, ripped, and beaten all over the place. A shelf rested diagonally against a wall. Tiptoeing through the cardboard devastation, Ukai made his way to the front.

Looters had pulverized the place. The glass frontage now glinted in shards everywhere. Spilled food and mutilated cartons littered the ground. Ukai found nothing sellable.

Sakanoshita Shop’s grand reopening would not be today.

With an exasperated sigh, he went about the cleanup, starting by sweeping up the glass. He nailed wooden boards over the windows. Any large item—damaged tin cans, crushed soda pop, open cereal boxes—he gathered by hand into trash bags and used gloves to sort the rest.

Around 11 a.m., he had his first customer, stepping through the shattered entryway smoking a cigarette.

“I see you redid the place,” the old man coyly announced, “though this ‘art deco trash’ look in’t my taste.” …

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(Chapter length: 3,126 words)

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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Haikyuu!! Characters: Karasuno Volleyball Club, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Nishinoya Yuu, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Ennoshita Chikara, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Azumane Asahi, Shimizu Kiyoko, Kinoshita Hisashi, Ukai Keishin, Takeda Ittetsu, Tanaka Saeko, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Ukai Ikkei

[winterhill-aria]

Jean Trotain Art Deco cigarette box in enamel, gold, silver and painted eggshell - 1930

[obeyfeline]

Art Deco goodness. Dunhill Paris engraved gold and silver cigarette box, silver  cigarette case, and Dunhill enameled lipstick case with Swiss watch built into the end.

[ein-bleistift-und-radiergummi]

Art Deco Bakelite Cigarettes Box, ca. 1930s - Manufacturer GOP - PARIS - DEPOSE.

(Source: 1stdibs.com)