#banded roman shades

[kurare13]

Kitchen Little Rock

Large transitional eat-in kitchen photo with a double-bowl sink, shaker cabinets, gray cabinets, quartz countertops, multicolored backsplash, an island, subway tile backsplash and paneled appliances

[saeori]

Backyard Porch in Austin

Inspiration for a modern roof extension on a screened-in back porch

[fannibalmusical]

Contemporary Porch - Porch Idea for a modern screened-in back porch with an addition to the roof

[vegetarianburrito]

Bedroom Guest Medium-sized modern guest bedroom with a medium-toned wood floor and gray walls

[kahvikirahvi]

Guest - Transitional Bedroom Example of a large transitional guest dark wood floor bedroom design with blue walls

[iuberlove]

Playroom in Portland Maine Example of a small beach style gender-neutral playroom design

[fysanayairani]

Guest - Transitional Bedroom

Example of a large transitional guest dark wood floor bedroom design with blue walls

[weneedtogirlthehellup]

Bedroom Guest

Medium-sized modern guest bedroom with a medium-toned wood floor and gray walls

[purplephloxpress]

Another year, another Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!!!! If you are a writer of fanfic, please know just how appreciated you are!! Fandom would be such a different space without your creativity and labors of love. 💜

Holidays are all about making traditions, and the bookbinding friends with @renegadeguild once again came together to bind copies of fics for their authors as a show of our appreciation. This year I had the absolute joy of binding Emergency Help Wanted by the wonderful @piyo-13 and even got to collaborate with her on some of the design elements! It's a Modern AU Jiang Cheng/Lan Xichen fic that starts with a "help wanted" ad.

EMERGENCY HELP WANTED

I lied when I got my job. I told them I had a kid so I could leave early from work to pick him up from daycare, take him to doctor's appointments, and occasionally miss a day when he's sick. Long story short, I'm in too deep. I didn't think it through. Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy ages four to six, longish dark hair, likes soccer. Must also be artistic as the macaroni noodle paintings I made seem a little advanced for his age. Also, I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of husband when dropping him off. He's a prosecuting attorney who often brings his work home. Message me for further details. Serious inquiries only.

Ok. So. I may have gone a little feral with this one. Online "help wanted" ad spiraled into loading wheel scene dividers, spiraled into fake Google search result headers, spiraled into FULLY committing to those authentic looking text messages. In full color. (There are so many. I typeset in MS Word. It was SO worth it, but god what a struggle at some points.) And don't forget the "recent searches" title page! Or the computer cutout on the cover! (It's bluescreening, just like Lan Xichen through this entire fic!) Also that cover/title page image that I just kept adding details to. (It's supposed to be Lan Xichen's desk, so it simply didn't feel right until it had sticky notes on the computer, #1 dad on the mug, scissors and measuring tape, scribbles on the sticky notes) Did I have a ton of fun designing this one? Perhaps. Couldn't say. Maybe just a tad. (This is a lie I had an ABSOLUTE BLAST!)

Historically, I've waited until I finish at least the typeset before reaching out to the author, but not so with this one! I got the idea for the fake google search results from Piyo's authors notes, teasing the contents of the next chapter. But! Those didn't start until about chapter 4! So I reached out and asked if we could collaborate and I'm forever glad I did! Not only does this have teasers for each chapter, I also got to bounce design ideas off of her, including what shade of blue and purple for the text messages. Because my friends, that is a serious matter and changed SEVERAL times throughout the process.

Also shoutout to all my Renegade friends who gave input and encouragement over the past year while I worked on this (what endpages to use? how to make this shade of green perfectly Nie Huaisang? how do we feel about this text message design? or how about this one?) - I love you all dearly and appreciate you so much for putting up with my nonsense at all times.

Binding details below the cut!

Fandom: The Untamed/Mo Dao Zu Shi

Pairing: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin / Lan Huan | Lan Xichen

Bookcloth: Aqua/Purple Dubletta from Colophon Book Arts

Endpapers: Craft Consortium Ink Drops - Ocean pack

Textblock paper: short grain cream from Church Paper

Titling: We R Memory Keepers foil quill

Endbands: leather cording core, DMC embroidery floss for the bands

Body Font: EB Garamond

Title Font: Berlin Sans FB

Text Messages: Roboto

Additional fonts: Times New Roman, Kunstler Script, Magis Authentic

Title page image from Rawpixel and designed in Canva

Various computer graphics from The Noun Project

Tumblr insists on eating and doubling text in this section at its own whim, so if there's something missing that you're curious about, feel free to DM me an ask!

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Subtle-tea (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Summary/Prompt: “You’re only semi-lucid and are sort of reaching for my face, and for various reasons I shouldn’t kiss YOUR face but your hand is right here and I still need to convey affection.”  AKA. You and Benedict drink too much of Colin’s special tea and it spurs you to act upon previously hidden feelings. 

AN: Benedict is the bee’s knees, just a silly lil art guy. I got inspired and I’ve got two more Benedict fics coming out rip. But it’s just so difficult to write for Bridgerton cus you can’t write any gay stuff without it being tragic and/or a secret. Oh well, don’t expect me to write much more female reader content of my own volition/not inspired by my friends.

Content warnings: Reader uses she/her, use of Y/N and L/N, is referred to as “wife” 

Masterlist // AO3 

You had no idea what on Earth was in that tea. But you would have to ask later, because currently you felt as light as a feather and giddy as a giggle, laying on the sofa in the art studio as Benedict was launching himself between two walls, orating about his great desires to create. By far, you were experiencing the greatest emotions on the whim of your artistic associate.

“There’s just so many colours that we are privy to, and we take every single shade for granted!” He declared, his arms wide open to the heavens.

You pointed at him in an accusing manner, “Have you seen purple recently? It’s glorious! No wonder it was the colour of status in the Roman Empire, I too would want it all for myself and my friends.”

“How selfish you are, Miss L/N,” Benedict scolded, “Surely everyone should be given the chance to wear such a colour.”

His anger faded fast. As endearing as it was, it was nothing compared to that grin of his. So naturally you decided to make him smile even more with a ridiculous notion that just jumped into your woozy mind. 

“Do you know what would happen if my mother knew where I was?” You said in a loud whisper. 

Benedict pouted and nodded, riddled with pantomime guilt as he leant over, “You. Me. In a room. Alone.”

“Unchaperoned,” You said then gasped, your hands clapping against your cheeks in shock, “I would be ruined!”

Benedict mimicked your appal by dropping to his knees before you, “We would have to marry to save your reputation!”

“Imagine me, your wife!” You threw your head back as you flashed your bare left hand to him. Somewhere in the back of your mind, an inhibition screamed at you to stop lingering so openly on something your sober self was set on not happening

But your heart grew gleeful as Benedict grasped your hand gently. 

“I shall imagine it!” He declared and lowered his lips, and planted a loud kiss upon your knuckle - right where the engagement and wedding bands would sit. You lowered your chin just in time to see this with your own eyes before Benedict met your gaze again, still beaming with roguish delight, “Oh what a beautiful imagining it is.”

Your legs curled up beneath you on the couch, and you fell over in hysterical giggling. You clasped your hand to your chest and cradled it like a newborn. As you lay sprawled out, Benedict popped into your field of view with his hands either side of your head, tactfully avoiding your hair. 

“Your laugh is like music! As your husband, it would be my purpose to make you sing at least once a day.”

“Then kiss me again, you silly man!” You squealed, offering your hand once more. 

Balancing on one arm, and completely unaware that this compromising position was aiding in your dizzy frenzy, Benedict kissed the same spot then turned the palm against his cheek. He held it there as he said:

“Look, it’s like you were sculpted to hold me.”

Euphoria ran riot across your body, your heart beating so fast you thought you would die from delight. 

“And you were carved to be held by me.” From your vantage point, with newly founded confidence, you tried to pull his lips down to yours, but Benedict resisted. 

“We shall not kiss ‘til we are married.”

Eyes wide, you squeezed the back of his neck to keep him close, “Is this a proposal?”

“I do not think we are in the right state of mind to make rational decisions,” and Benedict bumped his nose to yours, causing a little laughter before continuing: “But marrying you is the sanest idea I’ve had all evening.”

[abibliophobiaa]

airport

rockstar!eddie munson x reader

——

The two of you were used to this.

Or at the very least, should be.

But usually it was Eddie Munson dismounting whatever private plane him and the band were on. It was him removing a dark pair of shades covering his eyes and searching through a screaming crowd (because the fans always seemed to know where he was these days) to find the person within whom his heart resided.

The airport was crowded. An endless swarm of bodies surrounded him. People shifting and moving with the crowd, waiting for loved ones, nervous and excited with anticipation.

In the distance he caught the shriek of a young woman as she slammed into her partner in uniform, reunited at last. He could see teenagers rushing through the crowd, bags rolling behind them, into the arms of their family members to welcome them home from college. Another couple clad in ‘wife’ and ‘husband’ tee shirts (newlyweds, he presumed) kissed, a passionate embrace for such a public place, but he couldn’t blame them.

And then there was you. Walking out with your head moving to and fro, searching through the crowd for the eyes of the man you loved. It had been too long — two weeks since he’d seen you last. Had been away for a work trip, and those never got easier, despite him being away for months of the year as it were.

If he had his way, he’d spend every moment with you. Tangled together, talking, shopping at the supermarket, dancing in your shared bathroom before bed as you brushed your teeth together, those first moments when the sun spilled through your bedroom window and everything was soft and serene and splendid.

You dropped your things as you approached. Arms coming up and around his neck as your body collided with his. Home, back in his arms, right where he wanted you to always be. Hands cradled the plane of your back, gripped at you, held you firm. Held you close. Closer still. He could feel your lips at his neck, fingers tangled in his hair at the back of his head, your heart a staccato beat against his sternum.

“You’re home,” he whispered, dropping a kiss to your lips, swallowing your broad smile, “I missed you so much.”

You leaned back. Smiled, and damn if it wasn’t like a crack of lightning to his chest. “I should go away more often if you’re going to kiss me like that when I come back.”

He shoved at you playfully, making no effort to move. No, his plans for the remainder of the day were to rush you back home and hold you in his arms. For hours, if you wanted.

“I love you, Ed,” you said it quietly, thumb brushing over the black metal on his left ring finger. Knew beneath that were the Roman numerals of your anniversary tattooed into his skin. His newest, and admittedly, most meaningful one. Your fingers tangled with his and he grabbed your suitcase, letting it trail behind as you walked toward the sprawling doors of the airport, ignoring the flashing of cameras, “let’s go home, yeah?”

He brought your tangled hands to his lips. Kissed you slowly, watching the setting sun dance along your features. “Yeah, let’s go home.”

——

[tiredwitchplant]

Everything You Need to Know About Crystals: Carnelian (Red)

Carnelian (The Sunset Stone)

Color: Red, orange, pink, brown

Rarity: Common, easy to obtain

Hardiness: 7

Type: Agate or Chalcedony

Chakra Association: Solar-Plexus, Sacral, Root Chakra

Angels: Michael

Deities: Isis

Astrological Signs: Leo, Taurus, Aries

Element: Fire

Planet: Sun

Origin: Britain, India, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Peru, Iceland, Romania

Powers: Success, Confidence, Motivation, Courage, Sexual Energy, Vitality, Action

Crystals It Works Well With: Aquamarine, Beryl, Super Seven

How It is Created: It is part of the chalcedony family. It is made up of silicon dioxide colored by different levels of iron impurities, with specks, banding, or stripes in many shades of brown or orange-red. The stone itself has a beautiful warm orange color that is best appreciated when it is polished.

History: Since ancient times, carnelian has been polished and worn as jewelry. The Egyptians used it to contrast with onyx and lapis lazuli in the making of collars and necklaces. The Romans were fond of it set in gold, using small beads in earrings or larger polished stones in finger rings for men and women. In the Middle Ages, carnelian was also popular as a healing stone. It was said to dissolve anger or rage, protect the wearer from negative influences, and promote courage.

What It Can Do:

Can be used in spell for success, confidence, and motivation

Can bring a burst of inspiration and energy

Is good for sex magic and sometimes menstrual support

Can cleanse and restore other crystals

Can help those in abusive situations by providing inner strength and movement to the right path

Help with mental preparation with childbirth

Calms angry emotions and puts a stop to mental lethargy

Can restore vitality and remove the fear of death

Was used to protect the dead to their journey to the afterlife

Dispels apathy and motivates success

Improves analytics abilities and clarifies perception

Removes extraneous thoughts in mediation and tunes daydreamers into reality

Can stimulate metabolism and improve your life force

Can influence reproductive organs and increase fertility

How to Get the Best Out Of: Use as a pendant or belt buckle, or place in contact with the skin as appropriate.

How to Cleanse and Charge: You can cleanse and charge carnelian with the sun.

Crystal Grid:

Creativity Grid

Shape: Flower of Life or Vesica Piscis

Mantra: “Creativity flows through me.”

Center Stone: Carnelian sphere or tumbled stone

Secondary Stones: Rainbow moonstone, larimar, kunzite, orange calcite

Moon Phase: Waxing phase or full moon

Day: Wednesday

Sources

[blueiscoool]

TIFFANY STUDIOS 'Banded Dogwood' Table Lamp

With a 'Roman' base. Leaded glass, gilt bronze. Shade impressed TIFFANY STUDIOS NEW YORK 1491. Base impressed TIFFANY STUDIOS NEW YORK 529. Circa 1915.

[fan-therapy]

ghoul body headcannons- Rain

Author's note-Hi all. I am no longer depressed and so you are all subject to my thoughts. Recently, I have decided to write about the ghouls's anatomy/markings/etc, because I can't draw but I can write! Enjoy my detailed descriptions of the babies

Of course, we are starting with Rain because who am I if not the BIGGEST Rain enjoyer? Warnings-

Body/general:

Obviously Rain is a very slender guy. He's juuuuust under average height for the ghouls (I think 6 ft to 6 ft 5 in, or 182.88 cm to 195.58 cm), about 5'10. So 177.8 in centimeters.

Generally, he doesn't hold a lot of body fat. He is a lot of leg. He also doesn't have much body hair or facial hair: instead, he's slightly scaly like a fish. He is aquadynamic, if that makes sense- light and smooth. Also, of course, gills on his neck.

By the way, I think he has seahorse anatomy. He's intersex/a hermaphrodite, however you want to name it. I think this is important information.

Rain's skin is a blueish-grey tone, like this:

His fingers and toes are webbed and his tail is almost completely smooth, save for the mermaidish fin running along the top of it. He also has fins on his arms and along his spine. They are a darker shade of blue than his skin.

Face/hair

His eyes are a deep ocean blue and slightly downturned and he has the "mermaid ears," if you know what I'm talking about. I mean the ones with the spines and the webbing... search it on Pinterest and you'll see what I mean. He has a Roman nose. His cheeks aren't hollow, but he doesn't have an exceptionally round face, either. He does have a pretty nice jawline, though.

As for his horns, they're pretty short and mostly flat against his head because, again, aquadynamics.

His hair is wavy, shoulder length, and a dark blue. Almost black. He keeps it loose and there's about an 80% chance it's tangled and in his eyes.

Clothes

He wears jeans that are a little baggy, but not too baggy, and t-shirts that are either waaaay too big or skin tight, also may be cropped. Depends on the day. Usually they're band tees or from random brands, but he does have an "I ❤️me" shirt that he busts out every now and then. He almost always wears cute socks, necklaces, and rings.

[pinksdoodles1]

[with the voice of a person who just crawled to shore after their ship sank] heyy hiii it's me again, with yet another drawing made by yours truly. this time, it's my dnd oc reimagined as a sinner from hazbin hotel!

i'll admit i'm not completely happy with how it came out, but eh, it took me a lot of effort so i might as well go ahead and post it. this was my first time trying to properly imitate another artstyle, on top of it technically being my first digital full-body drawing as well - it was an experiment more or less.

(i can trick my perfectionist brain into quieting down by telling it it's version 1.0)

anyways, basic idea behind sinner aury's design was making her look more feral - to lean further into that gladiator lioness theme she already has. i gave her big paws (and claws) like carmilla to give off the impression of strength, then slapped a brick pattern on top to give them "more weight" (in hindsight, maybe a cobblestone pattern would have been better to give off that greco-roman feel) - assume it gives her hits more oomph.

i imagine a sinner version of aurelia would be a bit more violent and competitive than usual, climbing her way to a respectable position in hell's rankings through... mainly violence and the willingness to maul the competition.

iirc in hazbin hotel canon, the form a sinner gets when they die isn't necessarily one they like - so i thought of giving her such strong limbs (emphasizing a physical trait) at the cost of taking away her sense of touch (considering she's a physically affectionate person, it'd bother her).

another aspect i was gonna play around with regarding this was her horns, which i originally sketched as looking like a twisted laurel crown; unfortunately, i couldn't find a way to make them look as intended when i passed the drawing to digital, so i just settled for giving her bronze-colored (a "third place" color) horns, with golden bands, and a laurel wreath (a symbol of victory) wrapped around it - perhaps deliberately so.

i mentioned this being my first time properly imitating another artstyle, and while it wasn't the most extensive study, it was fun! it's quite interesting to observe and try to take notes of what marks a character as "belonging" to a certain show - the use of shading or lack thereof, the colors, the lineweight, if the clothes have any impact on the silhouette, etc.

i'm no character designer but it's fun to look at those aspects.

[bamboobrat]

succession s4 e5 recap: swedish elon and his logan roy tribute band

time is a flat circle and we are back to ken hyping himself listening to rap, driving to the office.

anyone feeling nostalgic yet?

he is immediately caught off guard by the fact that roman and shiv are already there.

also he seems like the worst boss ever.

i really don't like ken when he is not hitting rock bottom.

(there is a movie about a sleeping robot in a cave that takes up too much time in this episode. let's not get into all that)

the old guard checks up on the CE-bros before their trip to norway.

matchy matchy<3

turns out mattson wants them all there (why wouldn't he?) so THE GANG IS GOING TO NORWAY! lets bleed the swede!*

*as a norwegian, i approve this message

mortality has set into team krank, as they put on compression socks before the flight.

krank is not here to have fun. krank has no young mistress to impress. krank is serious.

shiv has noticed ken's leaks to the media from last week because she is boss. it's the comeback we've been waiting for.

but most importantly, she is waging a very important war against tom and his stupid new sneakers:

the sibs say they can kill tom for her. that's brotherly love.

hugo is not having a good time.

i am tho.

gerri rallies the troops by shitting on europeans.

yes mommy tell me i'm weak because i have free healthcare! sit on my face

gerri for CEO. always.

they accurately depict what it is like driving in norway:

(this is why i don't have my licence)

the gang arrives in the motherland and it's beautiful, but rainy (so authentic) and are all like WHY THESE WOOD CABINS SO SMALL?!

ironic because jeremy lives in fucking denmark.

anyway, whatever this is:

I DO NOT APPROVE!

the trip up to mount olympus is interrupted by con saying he can send a picture of their dead dad to the group chat.

nobody wants to see it.

also, marcia is putting logan in a kilt like the fucking bay city rollers and con had to cancel a room full of working class whites in cleveland. the sacrifice.

they give con carte blanche for the whole funeral thing, which is probably a terrible decision.

the funeral is going to be one big campaign rally, i'm serious.

the others have to settle for a nice lil scandi brunch spread. what a hard life.

i don't say this often, but i would be hugo in this scenario, piling onto my plate like it's nobody's business.

karolina has a cute lesbian moment.

she says something in swedish at some point, but let me tell you, i understand swedish and i didn't even pick up on it. no shade to dag, but lol.

hugo doesn't understand how ski jumping works.

i thank the writers for putting this joke in there, even if literally no one other than random scandi people will get it.

it's like the opposite of danny boyle's the beach<3 give back to the community<3

roman enters negotiations and puts his fingers in the caviar.

you think i didn't notice? after all this time, you must know i notice everything.

the CE-bros make the village elders proud, as mattson offers 187 per share as long as he gets ATN.

also, gerri does a second take looking back at roman. these are the crumbs i am destined to live on, i guess. roman doesn't want to give up ATN tho, probably because 1) his dad wanted ATN 2) his dad told him he wouldn't make it at pierce and belongs at ATN 3) he is, somehow, the most rational of the siblings right now????

speaking of rational: how are we feeling about the shiv/mattson potential here? i honestly have zero objections.

shiv is like fuck yeah, sell ATN, that shit is toxic.

agreed, but who gave mencken an open line to ATN-meetings? sounds like something logan told cyd to do during one of those late night calls.

"even dad had a line" rings true zero percent. pass.

get rid of atn. word is, they don't even have tucker carlson anymore? just keep a sweater, much less racist.

we get some important leo dicap representation:

and greg is the bringer of all that is exposition, telling us there is a kill list with 8 to 9 names, ever evolving.

now, as most readers of these recaps would know, i would like to avoid spending any time on greg whatsoever (made even more poignant by the recent rumors about nick), however, this must be one of the best exchanges of dialogue ever made:

greg: da fam shiv: da fuck

that's all.

tom tells the swedes that americans don't care about the rest of the world and it's funny because it's true.

and alex being like "you're ALL related?!"

i see you, succession writers, i see you.

mattson calls waystar a parts shop and has a good take on right wing media:

"i dont think news for angry, old men works"

instead, he opts for bloomberg grey: simple, cheap, huge, ikea'd to fuck. i do love ikea.

he calls the sibs a tribute band which is harsh. even for a scandi, it's fucking harsh.

anyway, SAUNA! SAUNA! SAUNA!

GERRI. IN. SAUNA! (chant with me)

i will never forget what the succession writers took from me.

krank out here just chilling.

i've never shipped anyone more.

we are introduced to ebba. i can tell i'd have more to say on this in any other situation, but it just feels weird (all norwegian know each other, i guess).

anyone else here for the shiv/mattson dynamic?

i'm sorry, i kind of ship it????

ken wants to tank the deal and roman immediately calls him out on his destructive bullshit:

and then immediately caves.

"i think we are good at running the ship" they say after doing it for approximately 24 hours.

i wish i had their confidence.

also, pinky can't dance, according to ken, so they keep shiv out. meanwhile, she gets cozy with lukas, who asks her about her marriage (bad) and tells her he sends liters of blood to ebba (also bad).

shiv shows us why she is paid the big bucks for political advice:

we don't see the end of their night, so i'm just going to assume they fucked. because she's worth it.

also, talking up gerri and karolina? girlies stick together<3

big bi vibes here. huge. idc if she's pregnant and drinking.

meanwhile, the CE-bros use greg to leak that the negotiations are souring. why would you trust greg with anything?

in an attempt to fuck the deal, the CE-bros show a terrible film to the swedish team, as if being scandi doesn't mean you've sat through enough terrible cinema already....

we get the strangest fight in tv history:

lol @ us for thinking this was an important moment for the two of them and then it's a fight about white sneakers and fat earlobes.

i sure hope shiv fucked lukas.

roman receives a photo of his dead dad and it doesn't really put him in the right place to negotiate with mattson:

ouch.

leave it to kieran to make an emmy-worthy speech across from alex skarsgaard peeing.

the plan was: tank the deal, but in a subtle way. what they did: try and tank the deal, but in a not very subtle way. did the deal tank: no.

i hope you understand.

the question is, if a deal collapses in the woods and no one hears it, is it a SEC violation?

mattson ends up offering 192 per share. karl jizzes his pants.

shiv gives the little spelunker tom a lil treat, telling him to fire cyd.

then she asks him out?

and ignores him again because she is taking a call from mattson?

idk my dudes, but i'm into this shiv comeback.

mattson seems happy and flirty and i sure as shit hope this goes somewhere.

as long as it doesn't involve liters of frozen blood.

i have a feeling it will be all good vibes until he learns about her pregnancy. there's always something rotten in the state of denmark (or norway, or sweden, but it's all the same).

the waystar-team receives the kill list after the offer and it's very stressful for a few people who made themselves suffer through a session in the sauna:

not on the kill list: karolina gerri tom because shiv fucking did the thing!!

oh, and karl and frank are on the kill list, but i think they are just fine.

maybe the real treasure was the compression socks we made along the way.