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Powder Room Bathroom in New York Elegant powder room photo with furniture-like cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, a drop-in sink and multicolored walls

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Once again, I can't really gather my thoughts cohesively on this right now, so please bear with me. Just musing, so the ideas here might be a bit disconnected.

As a prodigy artist well-versed in more than just singing, it's no suprise that art is a prominent part of Till's character. Everything associated with Till seems to carry his eccentric artistic talent, right down to the abstract symbols painted onto his otherwise blank white t-shirt.

(Till's sketching and drawing seem to go hand-in-hand with his songwriting. Doodling and composition are two of his hobbies, and he's stated to be talented at both.)

(His appearance in TOP 3 emphasizes this messy, artistic angle. The symbols painted on the wall are similar to graffiti tags, usually associated with youth and rebellion. Furthermore, there is paint splattered on his face, staining color onto his disheveled hair and baggy clothes.)

(Even amongst the TOP 3, Till is presented with the most color. Between Luka and Ivan's main colors of white and black, their formal attire and elegant, charming personas, Till looks rather out of place.)

(Till's personal/special talent is floral art.)

Art is an integral part of Till's character, something that defines him and his desire for self-expression and freedom (it's no suprise that when Till loses his will to live in ROUND 6, he's dressed in plain and monochromatic clothes that lack any of his own artistic touch). Despite the ties between creativity and freedom, Till's talents are regularly taken advantage of and even tampered with due to the treatment he receives from his owner.

Guardian Urak is an eccentric segyein. A hustler, materialistic and rather pretentious. He shows great pride in Till's "uniqueness" and artistic ability, boasting that he has raised the best human-pet in history. In order to create the success that is Till, however, Urak had to execute his methods on several other pets beforehand. His practices include the thorough abuse of his human pets in order to coax out their talents, pushing them to their limits with harsh training regimens and painful experiments. Violence is a tactic utilized heavily within Urak's line of business, and the human pets under his ownership are the most openly abused.

Urak is said to abuse his pets to the point of severe mental issues. It's due to these mental issues that his previous pets have failed to achieve victory, showing great promise but never making it to the end. He seems to believe in the idea that the peak of a human's talent is tied with their instability, that the more talented a pet human is, they more likely they are to be a freak.

Urak pushes forward with the mistreatment of his humans despite their suffering. He believes it to be a part of creating exemplary art, playing into the idea of a tortured artist. Urak's pets were incredibly talented and top contenders for the title of champion. If not for their heavily deteriorated mental states, they would have brought Urak to victory long ago. It's quite clear that he does not intend on changing his methods because the humans he produces are some of the best products around. He doesn't want to change his methods, he wants a human that can withstand them.

Till's style is already established to be unique, nicknamed a "black sheep" in his official magazine page, emphasizing individuality. His brazen aggression in ROUND 2 caused him to attract much hate, but twice as many fans, too. The bashing of Freddie was framed as a bombastic and somewhat avant-garde performance act, referred to as art. Till's public persona was that of an eccentric and unpredictable artist, a highly reactive contrarian pet who presents both a high risk and high reward. Urak has produced another tortured artist, except this one is different (in his words, unrivaled). A higher caliber of pet, bringing him the closest to winning he's ever gotten thus far.

Till's various artistic talents seem to be things that he has developed on his own, stemming from his own desires and interests rather than something forced onto him by Urak. In one of VIVINOS and QMENG's livestreams it was stated that Till is inherently gifted, a creative genius since birth. Till uses his abilities as tools of rebellion and self-expression, writing his own music, vandalizing and adjusting segyein-provided material and outfits in order to make them more his own. It's unfortunate that even Till's attempts at rebellion are taken advantage of and instead used against him. Constantly battered and bruised, isolated in a cell, forced to endure experimentation, all of his artistic ingenuity and creations have been taken by the segyein and used to promote him as a product. He has been turned into a spectacle, his misery and abuse put on display for others to gawk at. Suffering for the sake of art.

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - Day 23

Pairing: Artist!Hyunjin x older!fem!reader Prompt: Cheating/Creampie WC: 3.2k Summary: LIfe is exhausting and mediocre for most days of the year. Especially when you feel invisible. Hoping to drown your weekday sorrows with a glass of wine and loved ones you visit a friend’s gallery opening. Maybe your husband should’ve gone too. TW/CW: INFIDELITY, Hyunjin likes that you are married, unprotected penetration (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, age gap not stated specifically, reader called whore, under discussed kinks, really all of this is not very safe.

once again this is fiction do not do this. please discuss things with your partner. i’m so serious do NOT use fiction as a guide for your intimate life.

“Can’t you just go to that fucking gallery thing alone?” The flicker of the tv bounces off the white wall of your living room. “You know I have zero fucking interest in that bullshit anyway.” “Yes dear, I know. You’ve told me” You’re totally unable to hide the exasperation in your voice. Not that he’d hear it, not that he’d care. Not that your husband ever cared about your interests despite how happy they made you. Still you invited him to gallery openings, art fairs, even a history of sports photography special expedition that you had no interest in but you’d hoped he might be interested in. It was all in vain. 

It hurt, having to tell your friend that once again you’d be showing up without your plus one. You’d warned her that it was unlikely he’d make an appearance but you’d try your best. Still you could see the flicker of disappointment as she joked with you that at this point she was starting to doubt that your husband even existed. “Well there is wine to soothe your soul, and several beautiful paintings to bless your eyes! Just have a glass and do a once-through before you hurry home to hubby.” Half smiling, you reach out and touch her arm, “he’ll be fine. I’m fine. I’m excited!”

Truth was you were exhausted, pouring yourself whatever white wine was open into your small clear plastic cup. The art on the walls was of only passing interest. Her specialty was “emerging” artists. Certainly what was shown was work of people still developing their craft, derivative but pretty. A small floral series catches your eye along the central wall, a cluster of smaller paintings surrounding one large canvas. “HYUNJIN” The placard reads. “A Study of She.”

On the largest canvas, laid languidly on its side a seemingly naked figure of a woman is sketched. A beautiful bouquet traveling from the figure's toes blooming brilliantly at its stomach, wrapping up to a floral explosion at its head. The flowers have a brilliant rough texture to the paint, thick strokes from a stiff brush. The next a watery lily painted with thin water colors contrasts the previous large bold artwork. Even its colors are soft and delicate in comparison to the bold slabs of oil paints. “It’s the female orgasm.” The man is all legs; dressed in all black with a thin gold chain framed by his v-neck. “You must be Hyunjin.” His eyes light up, “is it that obvious?” On quick appraisal he knows he’s handsome. The playful smile on his face seems to suggest this at the very least. It’s vaguely aggravating because he has a right to think as much of himself. “What right do you have to capture the female orgasm on a canvas?” Hyunjin wanders closer, speaking in a hushed tone. “I’d like to think I'm intimately familiar with it.” This self-assured bastard. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Surely not as familiar as Georgia O’Keeffe. It’s a good effort but…well you’re young.” “And you’re…?” You give him a withering glance, debating whether or not you want to chide him for asking a woman her age. “Older than you.” “And you reference O'Keeffe because your passing knowledge of her comes from popular culture? Otherwise I’m sure you’d know how frequently she denied it.” “I do know!” Your cheeks burn. The wine is gone from your glass. “Based on the sophomoric description of the composition I’d assumed you did not.”

Hyunjin looks you up and down, eyebrow cocked. “So you don’t feel I’ve captured it accurately then?” This time your stomach flutters. You try to tamp it down, walking away quickly to refill your glass. Hyunjin follows closely. “Please allow me.” His gaze locked with yours he fills your glass and then his own perfectly, halfway up the glass, without looking. “I am very curious as to your experience with it. If you’d care to share what I missed.” Chugging your wine you gulp deeply, avoiding his persistent stare. “I’m…not sure. I’m not an artist…I don’t have the language for it.” “Well, just tell me how it feels for you. What colors or textures come to mind? Objects, places, people, really anything.” It’s difficult to avoid him now. You pour yourself a third glass. “Is it better than chocolate?” Hyunjin says playfully, grinning at you like the Cheshire cat. “Nothing? Really? A learned woman such as yourself surely-” “No. Nope. I really…I don’t remember. I don’t know. I don’t even know that I’ve-” You wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole in front of him. It’s something you had avoided telling everyone in your life, friends and lovers alike. Your secret shame. At first you’d thought maybe it was the jitters from the deed. Then as you had more partners you figured maybe it just was something broken inside you. Either way you’d never managed to orgasm. Not that you thought anyway. Nothing had ever happened that felt even close to the bombastic fireworks that pop culture had described. His eyes flare, jaw dropping as though he’s heard the juiciest piece of gossip in the world. “You don’t KNOW? How can you critique my painting when you don’t know? Tsk, you have less of a right than me to talk about the fem-” “Can you not say it?” you interrupt, placing your hand firmly over his mouth. “I don’t need the whole room knowing.” Hyunjin kisses your palm, his lips firm and full. Retracting your hand he’s silently giggling. “I’m going to remedy that. C’mon.” Hand secure around your wrist he walks you to the back of the gallery, past his paintings, though an inconspicuous door painted white. You’d been back here before to drop off lunch on a couple occasions but now in the dark Hyunjin is navigating the corners of the tiny hallway with incredible speed. You realize he’s dropped your wrist and you’re following him of your own curiosity. You could turn around easily to return to the party and never know what he meant about “fixing” your situation. Except your legs keep moving forward as his blonde hair bobs in front of you at an increasing distance.

“What? Wait, Hyunjin! What do you mean?” This time you grab his wrist, halting him amongst the clusters of desks and filing cabinets housing obsolete hardcopies of receipts for long-sold artworks. Eyes glinting in the dim light he replies, “oh come on. You’re older than me, aren’t you?” You splutter, “yes. I am. But-” Paused in the office space, time holds still. The sounds of the party in the distance buzz in the background dully and just for that second it’s only the two of you that have ever existed. Slinking up to you he weaves his fingers with yours, playing briefly with your wedding band. “I’m going to make you cum. And then we can have a conversation about my art.” To be honest, your husband doesn’t even enter your mind. The beautiful stranger in front of you is already promising more than your husband had ever in your time of being married.  You breathe out, “okay.”

Pulling you to the end of the row to two office doors. Quickly Hyunjin jiggles the handle of one and clearly finding it locked, jiggles the other. For a second you mourn the journey that never was, the anticipatory knot in your stomach loosening somewhat. But the door pops open with a sharp squeak and he pulls you in with him. Conglomerations of dark shape’s you’re sure should be familiar to you bunch in equally shadowed corners. The rumble of an office chair being shoved away sticks out against the murmurs of the party filtered through the windows.

Hyunjin is stronger than he has any right to be, arm looping around your waist to hold you pelvis to pelvis. The sudden intimate position has your heart plummeting down into your sex, awakening it from its thousand year slumber. Gasping, the twinge is so forceful your knees knock into each other, thighs clenching. “You cannot be this easy to crack.” Hyunjin smirks, breath playing across your lips. “I’m not!” You try to sound intimidating, forceful, but with your arms folded into your chest and fists pressed together it’s a difficult gambit. He presses your butt to the lip of the desk, leg propping between yours. “I don’t want you to think you can’t get out of this. Just say the word, I will stop and never say a word of this to anyone.” The scent of rose soap clings faintly to his neck. It's faint enough to feel like a wild hallucination. How can he even smell floral? You don’t want him to stop, you want him to want you. It feels so good to feel wanted. Subconsciously you twist the band on your finger. The band pulls uneasily at your skin, tighter than you remember it being, too difficult and too obvious to remove. Searching the room for anything but his face to look at your eyes fall on a small glinting plaque on the wall. “This is my best friend's office,” you choke on your ambition. “This is my boss's office,” he shrugs, still trying to make eye contact. Looking at the desk, papers strewn to your sides. The most precarious place you’ve ever hooked up. “Do you think she’ll mind?” “Do you think I care?” He teases with a lilt. “Do you care?” Twisting your ring more frantically as though the friction could burn it from your finger you mumble “I’m-I don’t.” Cupping your hands with his, Hyunjin kisses your knuckles. “Are you a ravishment girl or a slow and steady girl?” He asks with a tilt to his head, finally catching your gaze. “I don’t think I know.” You are breathless as he brings your hands to his shoulders. Finding your waist again he slowly starts to encourage your hips on his thigh. The increased bloodflow already has you sensitive, hissing into the rocking motion. “That’s it- quick learner. Doesn’t that feel good? Rubbing yourself on my thigh like a whore.” You duck your head into his shoulder, stifling a moan so only he can hear the breathy note escape your lips. The gentle stimulation is pleasantly frustrating. Just enough to rile the butterflies in your stomach but not enough to coalesce into a singular form. Your moans grown in vigor and volume along with your impatience. It’s close. You know the close feeling, if you just clench harder or go faster or press harder -- but it’s all for naught. “Just a bit more love, just a bit,” Hyunjin swoops in, nibbling on your earlobe. You grunt in anguish, “Hyunjin. It’s not going to fucking work. This doesn’t ever fucking work. I’m going to fucking wring your neck.” “Alright alright!” He laughs, fitting himself between your thighs, the wet spot on your tights suddenly cool with the blast of night air. “Feisty for an old lady!” “Overconfident brat-” Hyunjins lips meet yours suddenly, passionately, ripping away the air from your lungs. “Will your husband care if I ruin your tights?” Googly eyed, your jaw hangs, “no, I don’t even think he knows that I wear tights,” you reply out of breath.

It takes one sharp tug at the flimsy seam to rip the two halves of your tights apart at the crotch. He plunges two fingers into you easily, slick warm walls welcoming him in. “Fuck, love, you’re soaked. Does he know how fucking wet you get?” You squirm as he leverages his entire forearm to thrust into you. Shaking your head tears well up in your eyes. The intense arousal pools and bubbles like a cauldron in your stomach. The crook of his fingers is just enough to caress your inner walls like he is stroking your belly button through your spine. It twists your gut and has you bucking back at him for more. Hyunjin seems pleased with your inability to respond, kissing you greedily. “I didn’t think so.” You clench harder down around him, chasing what feels like a peak, a summit just a little farther from your grasp. “Fuck!” You finally yell, the wound up energy slowly trickling back down. As long as his fingers are and as skilled as his work is, there just isn’t enough to push you the last few steps. Tears finally roll freely down your cheeks. “I’m so close. I’m closer than I’ve ever been!” You wail. Hyunjin pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean before cradling you in his arms. “Hey, hey. All you need is a little more attention okay? I’ve got you. I’m paying attention.”

His tender kisses surprise you, fingers still tracing the outline of your slit in your ruined underwear. Slowly kissing your neck, basking in the pauses between your breaths, listening, really listening to what your body is saying. You can’t remember the last time someone has treated you this delicately. Certainly not your husband, who would’ve cajoled himself into by now and already left you to clean yourself, still unsatisfied. Instead Hyunjin holds you, letting the pads of his fingers tease your clothed clit, slowly working you to a trembling mess on the desk. “Hyunjin?” You whine his name, undignified and shaking. “Yes, love?” His pitch also shifts higher to match yours, mouth parted and eyes dilated. You’d never begged a man a day in your life but here you were in a musty studio office on your friends quarterlies. “I need it, I need it now.”

Pushing your underwear aside he slowly feeds his cock to your hungry cunt. Slick enough the stretch is the only thing that keeps him from bottoming out easily. The extra pressure from his swollen member is exactly what you need. Hyunjin cautiously thrusts into your warm, wet hole. Barely moving so that you can adjust and so he doesn’t cum immediately. Placing his thumb at your clit he works in circles, feeling you clench down around him, watching your eyelids flutter. Mouth wide your tiny breaths come quicker and more shallow and he smiles. “Feeling good?” Every nerve in your entire body goes off like someone setting ablaze to a fireworks store. You think you’re dying. Your heart pauses and skips, breathing stops. You fight to keep your eyelids open but your vision goes blank. “Shit,” you mutter, weak and shaking. “Hyunjin-fuck-” you writhe below him, each nerve ending washing from white hot to icy cold, blooming from your center outward like frost crackling on a window pane. “Oh my fuck,” you grab the back of his neck with both of your hands and kiss him roughly, walls pulsing and pulling him deeper. “Thank you,” you mutter, breaking the kiss. “Can you go again?”

In theory you know people can have more than one orgasm. In your current state you wonder how they withstand the sheer physical labor of it all. The rush of oxytocin sweeping your body makes you want to take a nap, just slide the rest of the way back on the desk with his cock fully in you and rest. On the other hand now that you’ve experienced it you can’t help but fear you may never feel it again. “I’m tired…” you whine. Hyunjin circles his hips inside of you, “I know love, just take it okay? I promise I’ll give you another one before I’m done with you.” You nod, cock drunk, each word is like a honey coated pill swallowed easily down. His gentle thrusts jostle you, almost unable to resist the push and pull of his cock in your walls. Carefully he takes you down from the desk, resting your torso on the damp papers. Re-entering your swollen cunt he groans, fingers curling into the flesh of your hips. “Pussy’s so tight. What’s wrong with your husband? We’d fuck so much the next guy would feel the imprint of my cock in you.” He growls in your ear, hot breath tickling your neck as he rolls his hips against the plump flesh of your ass. “Should I take a picture for him? Show him what you like? Leave a nice video tutorial on how to fuck his wife? Tell him who made his wife cum for the first time.” Squealing, fingers scrambling, you reach back for him, “Hyun-hyunjin!” The new position feels dirtier, less intimate, closer to your natural forms. He grunts with each punishing thrust. Teeth gritted into a smile. A cool drop of sweat travels from his forehead down and drops to your mid back as he hunches over you, hands pinning your waist to the desk as he uses you. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll fuck you nice and good for him.” He smacks your ass with a responding wallop, sending reverberations through your spine. “Tell me, do you let him use this hole?” He asks in a sing song, thumb working your slick against your puckered hole. “N-no- but-” you splutter and wiggle. “Hm, shame, maybe just a taste then?” The first knuckle of his thumb pops past your tense ring and the world goes technicolor. Blues and purples of the shadows look bright and jagged, peeling away from the white plaster. Every ridge and vein of his dick are prominent in your walls, leaving your mouth hanging dumbly. And then he starts matching his thrusts with the digit. Face pressed to the wood, toes twitching, you’ve lost all sense of shame. At this point anyone could walk in and you’d be totally unphased. Breath knocked out of you in groans and hisses your cunt is already tensing and releasing, working him in time with his hips. “Hyunjin it’s-oh fuck-it’stoomuch!” You slur your works together, eyes screwed shut. Hyunjin is shaking too, dripping with sweat as he gingerly reaches down to fix your hair sticking to your damp face. “You can take it, love. Just a little more. Take it like the whore you are.” You choke on your inhalations, “fuck.” This time your release is almost violent. Gasping and gripping, your entire body fighting the friction that is slowly driving you insane. You could swear he was reaching deep inside your body, rearranging intestines to make room for himself. Body going stiff, the vision in front of you closes in again, cradling you in darkness. “Fuck! Fucking cum on my cock,” harsh and demanding he snaps against you as your cunt drenches him. Tight wet heat enveloping him, he snarls. “Milking me like that, gonna make me cum inside that thirsty lil pussy.” Almost boneless beneath him he collapses stiffly on top of you. His cock pulses hard inside of you as it shoots his release into your throbbing walls.

Hearts beating in flashes of reds and blues the night is calm.

You don’t want to go back out there, the party having dwindled far too thin for your absence not to be missed. Hyunjin presses flat a wrinkle in the back of your dress, the sticky cool wet remainders of your tryst still staining you beneath the facade. Your tights are stuffed in his pants pocket, his own trophy to take home tonight. Hyunjin coughs, holding out his business card to you as you both re-enter the gallery. “If you ever want to talk about art, give me a call.”

all of this is inspired by the “hotter than you ex better than your next’ shirt from like a year ago. Yes i STILL think about that.

Also i’m sorry i’ve been away!!!! i am trying to battle my want to write 28 days of literally 3k long fics and being physically and mentally unable to. I’ll be posting them slowly as i go!!

[hoodiedcrows]

Aran and flowers, part 5

(Prev parts in pinned post!)

Ep 5 finds us still in the hotel room...

...with the brown floral art piece behind Aran. It doesn't really go with the modern vibes of the rest of the room despite having a similar colour scheme, seeming more vintage. It is making me think of Boss Alice's room, so let's compare the two so I can figure out why.

Ah yes, brown and square shapes galore. The wooden slats on the wall piece are reminiscent of the office window blinds. No flowers in the room, though - those go with Aran.

So, the heavy, staid brown-and-gilded piece looms above Aran, underlining his dependency on his father wherever he goes. As long as he carries the wealth to pay for, say, this hotel room, he also carries Boss Alice's expectations. But Aran will bring out the flowers even in this - he can't help it, cannot help never being what his father wanted him to be.

On to the aution scene, and the familiar pink and cream arrangements that greet us at the entrance to make sure "Zhou XingXing" has proper floral pomp for his role.

Aran ends up between the flower arrangements, centered in the middle of a balanced shot to give him power, with a lovely light shining on him. The positioning makes it seem he belongs here with the millionaires, not at all out of place.

In their individual shots, Aran is of course the one with blooms in the frame. They are the richness he has seen around him since childhood, the wealth and status that comes so easily to Rosé but are a struggle to him. His father's hunger for prestige and prosperity has forced Aran yearn for it as well, and forever compare himself to Rosé without ever measuring up. (I wonder if he ever wished he'd been born a girl, to be able to fulfil Alice's demands of marrying wealth.)

Then Rosé arrives in her flower neck accessory, carrying it like she carries the money that merely surrounds Arun. She invites Aran into the drawing room, where the flowers are still around him, now also placed between them. Arun gets the floral backdrop and the pink that goes with it, while Rose has black and cream and light.

(There's a lot to be said about the way Rosé is trying to play the wealth game with Aran, while Aran reads it as shaming and feuding, gritting his teeth as he must have done for years. It connects to more than just the flowers, though, so perhaps in a separate post.)

The auction room again shows the same pattern as the other scenes in the house - the room has flowers on all sides, but the show makes sure that while we see them occasionally with the others, they are a constant with Arun. Their floral power is obscured here since there are other people in the shots as well; Zhou XingXing is disappearing, leaving only the distressed Aran.

Next we have the fight at the bar, and it is Tattoo's turn to be surrounded by flowers. Aran's lacy back fits in perfectly with the tan sofa fabric with its friendly blooms.

Tattoos tan sleeveless tee fits in as well, and combined with the sofa they make a steady base to catch Aran. The two of them are submerged in flowers, with a blooming full-moon window above them.

However, Tattoo pushes Aran aside, ignoring all these soft flowers to get the richest bloom: The Necklace. He will ignore any other potential boon falling into his lap when that treasure is sitting there waiting to be used to save his mother and himself.

(There's another flower he can't walk away from even if he tries, though - his tattoo. I'm sure it's Prom's tattoo and not drawn on for the series, but it does form a flower with heart petals, and it is in his colours as well as pink, so I say we can count it since they made sure we can see it. And if we do count it, it is telling us hopeful things about the potential of love between them.)

And then, of course, The Necklace makes it way back to Aran, after Tattoo has made the decision to choose his people over the treasure. To Aran, it is obviously not just of monetary value, but the only link to his mother, and the only thing his father seems to value.

Oh well. If Boss Alice knew how to value his son with a quick wit and a flair for impressive presentation, we wouldn't have gotten Aran and Tattoo spending time together. At least this way we get flower meta.:D

Stay tuned for part 6 with Aran and the gang, and thanks for reading 🌺

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Charming black panther wall art

[vacantwatchers]

He talks, I listen (He's in the shower and his skin glistens)

Rated M. Words 4.8k.

Behold. The sequel to Metal Church, Steve's POV. Read on Ao3 here

Steve lives in a trailer. It’s one of the few that live outside the limits of Forest Hills Trailer Park. 

A double wide cream beast with brown trimming whose interior consists of alternating striped floral wallpaper and pine wood panelling. It was perched on the edge of a puddle masquerading as a lake.

Cop Lake, if you wanted to get local about it.

It was well known that Hopper lived there, and could be frequently seen on the porch popping pills to cure his ever present hangover.

The tail end of 1983 saw him moving in, body aching and face uncomfortably numb while Hopper's hand anchored him to the ground. He was a little under two months into being eighteen, concussed for the second time in a month. He was freshly away from his parents.

"I own the place outright," Hopper had said as he walked him up the steps and into the bowels of his new home. "I got a cabin a little ways from here and don't need this place anymore so it's yours for however long you want it. The hot water can be touchy and the pressure in the shower is piss poor, but it's your own space and you won't need to watch your back here."

Hopper had dropped the keys into his hand, told him he'd be by in the next couple of days with his stuff. 

And that, well. That was that. 

Steve had handed Hopper a list of items in the Harrington house that he'd bought and when Hopper returned, he'd had a smirk and items that definitely weren't on the list. 

The entire stereo system was a nice touch.

It became a mission of his, transforming his new space from the interior of a grieving apathetic forty something year old to something that reflected his interests. That, okay that sounded harsh towards Hopper but the guy was grieving and he was apathetic to his personal surroundings. He was also the only fucking cop in the county who did anything about his dad, so no matter what he thinks of his decorating choices, he’s officially the only adult in this town he fucking trusts.

Guess it pays to have moved from the city and have no knowledge of the corrupt nature Harrington money breeds. Or. Well, it didn't breed, in Hopper's case.

Slowly, he filled the space with colour and warmth. Floor lamps to replace the mind searing top lights, bright vases from the thrift stores in Bloomington slowly filled with plants, which then slowly multiplied until his porch was screened in by greenery and the living room was more leaf than couch. Music and cinema posters, art prints, photos that were both framed and tacked to walls. New blankets and pillows and rugs. 

Soft, bright, inviting things that for so long Steve wasn't allowed to have when he lived in his parents house. 

(Never to be mistaken for a home.)

Things scattered around that served their purpose in reminding him that Steve was a three dimensional person, not a cutout of his father's ideologies. It all starred in the most important role possible, to demonstrate his enjoyment of things, of life. He made the trailer into a space that felt more of a home than the house he’d lived in for the first seventeen years of his life.

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Sometimes when it's late at night, Steve thinks about the past, who he was, who he was perceived to be. Who his friends were and what could have been. 

When the sweat is cooling in the hollow of his throat, and the tips of his fingers are buzzing, breath shuddering from yet another nightmare. When the grey black of his bedroom moves like static, Steve wonders what would have happened if he had gone to Tommy the first time all the Upside Down shit happened. 

When he lays in the dark, yearning for a familiarity of years that had been lost because of shitty personalities swayed by public perception. 

Would he still be dealing with the Upside Down if after that first time, after having Nancy pull back the safety and hold a gun to his face and fighting a flower headed nightmare, he'd gone to Tommy and looked at him the same way he had for ten years whenever he needed a hug. Told him everything that had happened, knowing that Tommy would scoff in disbelief but still listen to everything. 

Going to Tommy, having that single touchstone to someone outside of all that shit, would mean he probably wouldn't have gotten back together with Nancy. 

Which means no heartbreak in Tina's bathroom, no going to Nancy's only to be waysided by Dustin. No Dart, no junkyard, no demodogs, no fucking tunnels. No fight with Billy Hargrove because he would never have been at the Byers house. 

No new family in Mrs Henderson and Dustin, Max and Robin.

Breathing in slowly, Steve decides that all the shit he's earned from associating with the Upside Down, the nightmares and insomnia, the blurred vision in his left eye and chronic migraines, the paranoia of tight spaces, of hospitals and doctors, of the woods behind his house. It was worth it all to have those fucking kids in his life, to finally feel like a being of considered worth rather than an object for his mother to pick up off the shelf and peddle to coworkers and society when she finally shows her face at home. 

Sitting in the middle of his bed, holding his knees, Steve can't lie to himself though, can't say he doesn't wish he had someone familiar he could lean on in the depths of night.

-

Steve didn't fucking mean it like that though.

-

And then it kept happening like that.

-

Healing a torn up body was one of the worst aftermath things Steve has had to live through, worse than growing back his nails and getting fitted for his plate of false teeth. You don't realise how much movement is torso dominant until you're stitched back together all over. His entire body at this point was scarred; road rash and bites, claws and strangulation, fists and plates.

At least he's not still in a hospital bed.

"At least you still got your nipple, man." 

Steve snorted and leaned back in the hard and slightly too small chair. "This is true. Would be a shame if I spent the money to get them pierced only to lose one of them."

Eddie nodded, eyes drifting down to look at chest and lingered there as if he enjoyed the view of his Springsteen tour shirt. "A damn shame indeed. Good thing both those pretties are still there."

"You looking at my nipples, Eddie?"

"They were out and about, what did you want me to do? Look at trees all night? There's a reason I gave you the vest."

"My modesty right? My nipples were too much for your delicate sensibilities, huh. I get it. It's hard to look away when they're your first pair."

"Fuck you, they were not."

"It's okay. I won't tell the guys mine were your first set."

"Shut up, I've seen plenty of nipples in my lifetime."

"The mirror doesn't count, rockstar. But I do think it's a shame you don't have a matched set anymore. Even if your scar is going to cool when it's all healed."

-

Becoming close to Eddie Munson wasn't at all what he expected to happen after a week in hell, but he wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

It doesn't take long for the obsession to start. It's minor, manageable, measly, many more ‘m’ words he couldn't think of but knew existed that explained that this feeling was absolutely normal and not at all getting out of hand. But he couldn't help it. Not when Eddie was incredible and genuine and himself all the time. 

There were so many little things he did that Steve couldn't help but fixate on every time he sees, or even thinks about them.

Like. 

Okay. Eddie has this terrible habit of hiding his face away. 

He does it when he’s happy, when he’s excited, nervous, embarrassed, shy. 

He’ll be enthusiastic and vibrant and then suddenly turn to the side as if to hide how wide his smile is, how bright his eyes glow when he’s in the throws of a story. He’ll lean into his hand to hide the sweet curl of a smile, will pull his hair forward and hide behind it whenever anyone even hints about how they remember who he is, acknowledge his existence beyond the D&D metalhead who was targeted by their fucking shithole town.

How anyone could ever forget though, when Eddie Munson commands the attention of a room, heads turning to follow their benevolent king as he walks and gestures, royal decrees and commentary dripping from his plush lips at every moment. The very idea of someone being able to look upon Eddie, see his elegant hands gesture and wave so expansively you could be forgiven for imagining it was because his hands were weighted down by those thick banded rings, and then forget him as soon as he leaves their sight– it truly didn't compute with Steve. 

(God the lengths Steve will go to if just for the possibility that it would make Eddie flush that pretty pink and get all shy behind his hair.)

There's probably a reason behind it, something learned that isn't easily shaken. Something so deeply ingrained that it’s become an unconscious act.

The same way Steve stopped voicing all his questions in ninth grade because he was sick of everyone looking at him like he was totally brain dead and his teachers had started using him as an example of what to not do. He never understood what the issue was, because in middle school Mr Clarke had taught them that every question was worth asking in the journey to knowledge, no matter how simple or out of field. 

The bell had rung and everyone else had left, all notions of science forgotten as soon as they'd passed through the doorway towards recess. Which was good, because Steve had asked a lot of questions and Tommy and some of the other boys had grumbled a lot. He'd stayed back, slowly packing away his pencils, to put more distance between him and his friends' memories of his stupid questions. 

Mr Clarke had crouched beside his desk, after wiping down the board, his moustache moving up as he smiled. “Steve, your questions are a demonstration that you're engaging with the subject and have your own method of coming to the right conclusion. Everyone works things out in their own unique way. Never be afraid to ask when you don't understand something, for how would you learn if you do not seek the answers? Besides, most of the time, when you ask a question, one of the others might have been wondering the same thing. You were just the one brave enough to ask the question to lead you on in the voyage to knowledge.” 

Steve had figured it had to be the same in high school, all questions being valid and showing his honest attempt at grasping what was being discussed in class, only to be met with sighs and questions about why he was never paying attention. As if he didn’t have countless notes. As if he didn’t go home looking at his homework and textbooks and assigning novels that he couldn’t understand, that made him cry from frustration which made the letters swim around more than usual and cry harder because now he had no chance. 

It was something he's only now starting to approach, tentatively asking questions and voicing his thoughts, because for once he has people who will answer his questions. Sure, it's a shaky roll of the dice sometimes when Henderson wants to answer him helpfully and give him a run-down of something, or be a little bitch with his answers. 

Robin though, Robin is the platonic love of his life, she listens to him - his winding thought trains that bounced around randomly about shit that she wasn’t into. She listens to it all. His thoughts and his questions, responds with rapid sentences answering every question in consecutive order to how he asked them. Sometimes it feels like her words tumble over each other in the air with how fast she talks. She watches him as she talks and when he doesn’t understand something, his eyebrows scrunching together and his mouth scrunching with them, she rolls it back and tries to restructure everything for him until he does.

Eddie though. 

God.

Eddie looks at him and it's like for the first time someone is paying attention to what he is below the surface. When he talks to Eddie and sees him actively listening, nodding and humming and watching with those eyes, something behind his ribs tightens and drops, radiating a warmth he just doesn't know what to do with. 

Eddie just–

He listens.

 And while he does, he hides his face. His hand with those long ringed fingers covering his cheek and his mouth and stretching over the tip of his nose. Pulling and holding his hair. He leans on to his palm and looks up at him with those pretty, pretty brown eyes that are always so fucking shiny. That glint at him like they're backlit by stars.

-

Ringed fingers gripped at the hair Steve ached to touch constantly.

Eddie was pacing across the small living room of Steve’s trailer, ranting about his chances of graduating once again being in the shitter. The next pivot past his coffee table saw Eddie dropping down to sit, full weight in the motion. Steve tried real fucking hard to not feel jealous of his own furniture when his (love– sunflower– sweetheart– light of his life– moon–) friend was stressed and covering his face to muffle, badly, a scream.

"I was in class with you man, how did you do it? Because I'm drowning, I barely have my nose out to breathe, and I always thought you were in the same boat as me."

Steve thought back to high school, to the incomprehensible letters and texts that would float in his brain for an hour before leaving behind only chemtrails of interesting sounding words or sentences.

The way he'd move through the bottleneck of student crowded halls to lean beside the dumpsters by the back parking lot at lunch and suck down cigarettes to disrupt the buzzing in his hands and chest that always came when he was nervous or overwhelmed. Multiple times a week the side door would open and different teachers would step out already shaking out their own pack of smokes only to look up and freeze at the sight of him.

Steve leaned back into the couch. 

"I'd smoke by the dumpsters with my teachers and talk about class." 

He'd stand there, finding shapes in the exhaled clouds as a lighter passed back and forth and he asked all the questions he was too nervous to voice during class. Because it wasn't middle school anymore, and the voyage of curiosity had run aground on the jagged rocks of ninth grade.

He wasn't the smartest, answers took longer to meet his aching grasp, connections misfiring often from misread and misunderstood textbooks. And if there was one thing Steve didn't want to hear, it was something being repeated in his classmates that he already heard at home. 

"I think they were a little more lenient with me because we'd discuss it during those breaks. I had a chance to ask my questions and they could see I was trying to grasp the shit we'd gone over, I could verbalise my understanding. I just couldn't figure how to put it in writing, which is what they fuckin’ graded."

Eddie pulled away from his hands and blinked at him slowly. "You smoked. With our teachers."

"Yeah." Steve shrugged. "There's only so many times they can say to cut it out before they just give in to the knowledge that I would still be smoking, it'd just be somewhere else."

"Are you telling me I should smoke with Ms O'Donnell and maybe I'll be able to pass this year?"

Steve shrugged. "I don't know man, I don't remember her coming out to smoke. But if you see the teachers, just like, start asking questions, I don't know.”

Eddie's too-pretty eyes dug out a piece of his soul with nothing but their weight. "This is seriously how you graduated?"

"I mean, yeah. Mostly. The only classes I understood were the maths ones and biology." Eddie's face smoothed into a smirk and he couldn't help but shiver. "Not like that, dude. I just liked learning about how bodies and lifeforms function. Like the bug thing I went through as a kid."

"You went through–" Eddie blinked. "What is a bug thing?"

"You know, like. Life cycles of wasps from pupae to insect, the different beetles and why some develop long range defence attacks and some don't. Bug thing. You didn't go through that? It like, it ties in perfectly with the dinosaur, dragon and Egypt thing."

Steve had watched Eddie fall back into the couch and was now pinned in place, much like the framed rhinoceros beetle Dustin gifted him last year that hung above his key rack, by his amused smile. 

"Full of surprises aren't you, big boy."

God Steve was so screwed. He could feel how hot his cheeks just got.

Redirect, redirect, redirect.

“Anyway. Half the time it was our science teacher Mr Schecter out there, but you know him. He takes over half the subjects when the other teachers can't come in. I swear the guy knows more about the subject matter than they do most of the time. They talk to each other to bitch about us, might as well show them we're trying in our own ways."

Eddie blinked his big, stressed out eyes at him. "Mr Schecter. The guy who for a semester taught Home Ec, Chemistry and for some godforsaken reason, P.E., would help me with this."

Steve shrugged and slid further down into his cushion, absolutely not for the reason that it caused his knees to slide against Eddie's. 

"Man likes to teach and he knows a lot. He also stress-smokes like I do, so half the time I was walking outside, he'd either be a minute behind me or already out there."

"I'm trying to wrap my head around you knowing so much about our teachers' scandalous habits."

Steve snorted, opening his eyes to grin at Eddie. "When I couldn't find any of our teachers, after school I'd go down to the middle and hit up Mr Clarke because that man knows a lot and knows how to explain it well. I'd also sometimes find him smelling mighty familiar. If you catch my drift.”

-

He doesn’t know when his filter for not saying everything that lived inside his mind wore away, when the idea of finally speaking the truth into existence became a thing. Maybe after the fifth conversation with Robin, where she quite hypocritically pushed him towards making that move with Eddie because it was a sure thing.

“Oh so you’re quoting me to me now, are you? That’s rich, Robin. How’s your thing with Vickie going?”

Robin groaned and leaned back, knocking over the fresh stack of tapes with her flailing elbows.

“It’s different for me, you know that. But with Eddie? Come on, the guy walks around bowing to ladies and saying flattery works on me. One of his favourite bands is Judas Priest, Steve. You’ve seen the posters. You and I know that lead singer is in the leather scene, we’d be fucking blind to not see that. Eddie walks around flagging, for fuck’s sake.”

“I get that. I know that guy is in the leather scene. Eddie has a magazine with his picture in it where he’s wearing like, seven studded belts. And we can speculate all you want, but I also don’t think Eddie knows he is flagging, or what flagging even is, because I’ve alluded to that shit and he just goes all confused big eyes on me, and then I just get lost because he has really pretty eyes.”

Somewhere around the twelfth time they circled around their victorian era longing and sighing over glimpsed ankles, they came to a compromise. 

“He was putting on his jacket and as he did, it pulled his shirt up and I– he has little dimples on his back and between those and the way his bullet belt falls across his hips, I couldn’t look away. He turned around and asked me if I was good because I kind of zoned out for a minute thinking about using the belt as a hand hold to yank him closer.”

“Great, you’re looking at his back and I was looking at her collar bones and thinking they’d look so pretty with hickies.” Robin pushed away from her side of the counter to land at his side, shoulder to shoulder. “God, we’re still pathetic. I think we should just,” she scrunches her face and sighs, “we should just go for it. Fuck it. I have Fast Times 53 minutes, 8 seconds; and you have Judas Priest and flagging. This is the closest we’re going to get to landing our devious queer romances in this tiny town. The worst that can happen is we play it off as a dare.”

“So we go for it, full overt operations with our babes, dazzle them with our combined personality and pray it works? And then move to a city when you graduate on the off chance all this falls through?”

Robin bumped their shoulders together before she slumped down, her cheek pressing into the uncomfortable seam of his work vest. “Sounds like a plan, if we’ve ever had one.”

-

There was never a situation in which Steve would be done spending time with Eddie. And the night everyone had gotten together to celebrate his graduation, he made sure Eddie came home with him for their own after party.

Made sure Eddie knew how proud of him Steve was, that he never gave up.

Also that he took his, admittedly, weak advice. “Smoking with the teachers helped, huh?”

Eddie grinned, “I can’t believe it did, man. Mr Schecter is a surprisingly cool dude, he explained so much shit to me.”

“I’m glad.” 

“You helped too, you know?”

Eddie moved in, the heat he radiated through his open leather jacket, and just in general, was like a warm line down Steve’s side. Which was a nice contrast to the cool breeze coming off of Cop Lake.

(Two years he's been living there, but the name had stuck. Steve genuinely didn't remember the lake's name.)

“You’re the one who explained all that maths in ways I would understand. Gave me those scenarios for english that made sense. Too bad I was already passing biology though huh, big boy. Would have liked to see what demonstration you would have worked out for me there.”

Internally, Steve was crouching down and screaming into his hands.

Externally, his fingers reached out to loop through the chain hanging from Eddie’s belt and tugged ever so softly. 

“I told you, it’s not that kind of biology. Those demonstrations are saved for a rainy day.”

Eddie swayed impossibly closer. “Oh yeah? What would I have to do to unlock just prestigious lessons from you, sweetheart.”

Shit he didn’t think this far ahead.

What have they talked about recently that he could relate this to?

Think, think thi– Bingo.

He smiled, “I’m sure you could think of something. I heard your campaign just picked a paladin and you’re giving him and one of your favourite NPCs, how did Dustin describe it? Tension?”

Oh, what he wouldn’t give to watch Eddie flush so pretty and turn to tuck that soft smile into his hair every day for the rest of his life.

-

Somehow, that wasn’t the moment that pushed them together. Eddie was remarkably stubborn when it came to his moves. 

They would dance together at every moment, Steve setting something up, a little hidden gem for him to find, and Eddie would find it and go with it, but move no further.

Steve would sit on the couch and have his arm on the couch behind Eddie, and Eddie would lean in, press their legs together.

He would use the magnets Max bought him for his birthday to write the filthiest poems he could think of, and come back after dropping Eddie home safe and sound to Wayne, to find more added on. That time, he had to take matters in hand for a while because the fucking imagery Eddie painted behind his eyes with those lines was…exquiste. 

His favourite activity to do during the pursuit of (his love– baby– starlight– good boy–) Eddie was to lay back on the tangled mess of covers and pillows, and listen to Eddie talk.

There was something about Eddie’s voice that just sunk deep under his skin and curled through his bones in a satisfying way that left him aching for more.

When he got deep into a monologue, excited with everything he was saying and the fact that Steve would never bear to look away, Eddie would jump up and move his whole body as he talked. Hands flying about, fingers pulling shapes to suit the topic, hair cutting behind him as he spun around. 

Those days, Steve would learn about what Eddie liked about music, who his favourite bands are and for what reason; he would learn what was going to happen in the next session of both D&D campaigns Eddie was running. One with all of Hellfire and Erica, the second with just his boys. Because he liked that he could go harder and a little more raunchy with them.

When the stream of consciousness would trickle to an end, and he saw that Steve was comfy and in no rush to leave, Eddie would walk over and crawl onto the bed to lay beside him. He would reach out for whatever book they were on and begin to read aloud in that deep, slow voice he no doubt practised.

-

All these perfect moments, and it wasn’t enough to have Eddie close the distance.

Could he have closed it, pushed the moment to that oh so perfect conclusion he was aiming for? 

Sure. 

But a small part of him had been seeing if Eddie ever would, and came to the conclusion that Eddie would need an explicit, this is happening, no doubts about it, please do me now moment. 

So he made the tapes.

He took three hours out his day to make the perfect compilations, and had a little too much fun recording a tasting sample for Eddie, so much fun he’d almost forgotten to hit record.

He took to the pictures, labelled the tape inserts, delivered the instructions, and revelled in that pretty dazed look that rose from calling Eddie a good boy. 

And then three hours later, when Eddie ran up the stairs to his trailer, he yanked him inside.

He got to explore just how much of that black bandana Eddie knew about and show him those more in depth biology lessons.

Eddie’s little back dimples looked beautiful when his back arched, the little whines settled in his chest so perfectly when he would whisper all those names Steve had held tight behind his lips for so long, his voice so pretty when he moaned. When he dripped his pleasure, body trembling gently as they both relaxed into the bed, breathing heavy and warm into each other's shoulder. 

Seeing Eddie in his space, bathed in the soft warmth of his floor lamps, skin glistening from his shower, Steve knew that it was a view he wanted to have the pleasure of seeing for the rest of his life.  

-

Robin looked at him from across their breakfast, smug. “The tapes worked huh?”

Steve nodded as he swallowed his coffee, taking in the dark pink spots peeking out from the collar of her Stacey Q t-shirt, mostly obscured by her leather jacket. “Kiss of the Spider Woman worked huh?”

She grinned. “It did. I can’t believe the movie you guessed would fit the movie night would do it.”

“It has the silhouette of a naked lady on the front, of course it would do it.” 

“I guess we aren’t as pathetic as we thought.”

He bobbed his head, because while they weren't pathetic in the sense that they finally got their person, they undoubtedly were still pretty pathetic and stupid smitten when it came to them because he just couldn't hold it in any more.

"Holy shit, he smells like heaven, and oh my god, I like him so much."

Robin snorted into her juice and thunked her glass down, choking on her laughter. "He does not. He smells like cigarettes, leather and whatever cologne he bought on a whim. Vickie is the one who smells like heaven."

"She smells like baby powder and that floral hand cream you bought her."

"Exactly! Heaven!"

[whovianshifts]

shifting to the hunger games universe: moodboard

non-violent dr

↳the snow family guest room:

final year academy student, the capitol

3 students chosen for competitive sabbatical year in the districts as part of course during the year before university

travel through the districts for 12 months, observing culture, art, ways of life - 1 month : 1 district

also chosen for the programme: coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth

NOTE: not evil, au snow!

close friends: clemmie dovecote, lyssie vickers & tiggy snow

NOTE: younger, 18 y/o tigris (same year as the rest)

NOTE: au, no hunger games mentorship programme in july

shifting to the morning of the sabbatical announcements

other courses also announced: ie tigris hoping to move onto fashion internship

waking up in the snow family guest room, sleepover w/the girls

vintage floral wallpaper, deep blue with gold accents

chest of drawers, dark mahogany, furthest to the wall

a few books, including a red hardback copy of grimm's fairytales

golden mirror with a simple necklace hanging from it

painting of a black swan hanging overhead, gold frame

my glossy red boots, next to the drawers

persian carpet, red and blue, on the floor

overlooking bed, with golden frame, crisp white bedsheets and a dusty-blue bed cover

side note: i admit that shifting to the hunger games is definitely a choice. the position of privilege as an academy student, being able to temporarily visit the districts, is something i am already aware of. whether this ultimately deters me from sticking to the dr long term is only something i can decide with personal experience; i would anticipate that i eventually script out aspects of the universe that are plain unethical, the hunger games themselves being the main one, though i cannot deny my curiosity with dystopian worlds (especially as an aspiring writer) and the specific career cultures of districts 1 & 2, as well as the more intricate cultural aspects of the universe that the book does not elaborate much on. ultimately, however, as a first time shifter, the endless nature of shifting and the ethics of it all is something i want to form my own opinion on, especially based on my own experiences.

[meanderingandrambling]

I never really feel clever or informed enough to comment on the met gala but some folks I like skipped this year and at the very least I want to save my top ten for posterity so here we are.

I'll be doing this in several rounds. Theme Favorites: top ten that did a good job with the theme and were interesting enough for the met gala. That's A Nice Dress/Suit: top ten that were beautiful for some event that wasn't the met gala. Come on, this is for wearing theatrical art. Personal Favorites: top ten free-for-all in which I just pick my favorites based purely on personal aesthetic. Absolutely no attempt to even pretend I'm thinking of things like theme, craftspersonship, or style. Maybe a forth round for stuff I just want to talk about or things I did not like.

The 2024 theme was Garden of Time, the exhibit Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion. Most people took that in a historical and/or botanic direction, both themes I adore. Interestingly enough the Garden of Time is a short story about the hyper-wealthy walling themselves in their pleasure gardens with magic time slowing flowers until the hoi polloi riot and overtake them. Unfortunately I saw no outfits that incorporated the injustice of our capitalistic hellscape, the inevitability of death, or less generously: the unwashed masses destroying genteel beauty. Perhaps next year.

Lana Del Rey wearing Alexander McQueen

There were a lot of outfits I really liked but I thought this one really captures the threatening beauty of nature, genteel isolation, and vague sense of mortality you get in Ballard story. I also dig how it looks like something a member of the fae would wear.

Everything else below the cut to keep this from being a color of the sky length post.

Cynthia Erivo wearing Thom Browne

This number will be showing up in my favorites. When I imagine the anthropomorphic Death as she would appear in the Ballard story, this is she. The petals over the darkness are a bit on the nose as a death image, but I positively love it.

Rebecca Ferguson wearing Thom Browne

Another one that will appear in my favorites. So it's hard to talk about the Garden of Time without mentioning The Masque of the Red Death. Both are about rich aesthetes locked away against the rioting masses and the inevitability of death. Ferguson is dressed to sweep uninvited through a decadent compound to bring darkness and decay in her wake, and really isn't that what we're all going for at all times?

Demi Moore wearing Harris Reed and Cartier

God I love this dress. The spear things remind me of the hands on a clock and the peonies are that brilliant pink that makes me want to lick them. I like how the sleeves frame her, almost like wings or a halo.

Harris Reed in Harris Reed

Amazing. Honestly I hardly have anything to say. I adore the sort of Georgian (I think Georgian, my art history is pretty shit) pattern and the halo effect of Reed's headpiece. A feel like he's pretty purposefully doing a saint thing in the picture and I love it.

Tyla wearing Balmain

Holy fuck did this one fly under my radar. Much like an operatic magpie, I am attracted to bright colors and shiny things, and so missed the subtlety of this sand gown. She's dressed as the sands of time, very cool. Spoiler for an 80 year old short story: it ends with the main characters turning into statues, so I really like how the dress makes it look like she's turning into sand.

Taylor Russell wearing Loewe and Fred Leighton

Like Tyla's gown above I like Russell's suggestion of inorganic transformation. She has a sort of sad dryad/maiden warrior chosen by god thing going on.

Dan Levy wearing Loewe

Gives me Persephone energy. I like the floral color and life contrasted to the black. The transition reminds me of the transformation in the story and, if I sort of tilt my head, the passage of all life into death.

J Harrison Ghee wearing ???

Okay so Ghee's gown doesn't really capture the themes of time or death but holy fuck I love it. This is how six-year-old me wanted to dress every day. A friend said "it's a carnival dress, though certainly a very good one." Personally I think it's perfect for any and every occasion. I love that they look like she's at the 1994 Thumblina film's Beetle Ball. I mean, look at this image and tell me they didn't come from the same party. Playful, camp, and over-the-top.

[somediyprojects]

DIY Pressed Flowers

Project by Jessica Marquez:

Whenever I have fresh flowers in my house, I’m just a little bit happier. A wild bouquet of colorful blooms brightens my mood and makes my space feel (and smell) great. Although, I rarely have fresh flowers out, because my cats love to munch on them. This DIY is all about preserving your flowers in an artful and creative way, or in my case, protecting them from the destructive mouths of small beasts. Whether it’s a special bouquet you’d like to keep forever, or a way to have flowers around even when your allergies or pets won’t cooperate, this project will keep your home forever in bloom. —Jessica

Pressing flowers is an easy way to preserve their beauty. You can use heavy books (remember using phone books? Those work well for pressing flowers), or you can go pro by making your own press. In our wall art, we’ll use pins to float our pressed flowers, creating depth and dimension much like in the artwork of Anne Ten Donkelaar, who uses pressed and paper flower cutouts for her layered and fantastical 3d botanical collages. Check out Anne’s work for a heavy dose of floral inspiration.

I visited my favorite local flower and skate shop (yep, best combo ever), Park Deli, for this stunning collection of bold yet delicate and brightly colored flowers. I think the best part of this project is the excuse to get some beautiful fresh flowers. You’ll be able to enjoy them for a very long time with this DIY.

Supplies

– Pressed flowers – Floral scissors – Parchment paper – Heavy books or flower Press – Glue – Shadow box frame (I used an IKEA Ribba frame) – Craft foam sheet – Colored paper – Pins (I used specimen pins, because I love the gold tops and matte black stems) – Tweezers

NOTE: Specimen pins measure about 1.5″ long, which extends beyond the shadow box frame’s glass. If you’d like to keep your final piece under the glass, you can use another type of shorter pin or cut your specimen pins down with jewelry wire cutters.

1. Cut the flowers close to the base. I experimented with a lot of different flowers, and found that small, thinner flowers that could lay flat worked best for pressing. Thicker, larger flowers took a lot of pressure to flatten and dry. Line a book with parchment paper and place cut flowers on the page without overlapping. Press for two to four weeks until they are completely dry.

Above is a collection of Chamomile, Thistle, pink Astrantia, orange Asclepia, white Veronica, and yellow Kangaroo paw. I have to say that the Astrantia, with their bold gradation of color and symmetrical starburst pattern, are my favorite.

Tip: Try to press your flowers when they are in full bloom to help get the best shape and colors. The colors will fade, but pressing them in the height of their bloom helps. Make sure they are completely dry, too, or they can mold.

2. Cut the paper and foam to frame size using the mat as a guide. Adhere foam to the back of the paper and frame. I used two layers of foam.

3. Compose an arrangement of pressed flowers. Once you decide on your layout, pin flowers in place starting with the bottom layer and working up. Use tweezers to easily pick up the pressed flowers.

Tip: Some of the dried flowers were so delicate that they cracked when pierced with the pins. Layering a small piece of foam just behind the flower as you pin helps avoid cracking and can also aid in adjusting the flowers at different heights on the pins.

[tipsy-scales]

I fell asleep last night writing a more contemplative version of this, but today I actually bought the items, so lemme go over how I want to do my next gallery wall which I’m calling “The 2B 9S wall” (though it’s not limited to them. There’s just a huge a$$ picture of them on that wall)

Here is is now. We wallpapered here as a feature wall, so I always intended to leave it blank, but It started feeling bare to me and as I ran out of space elsewhere, I began to regret giving up a whole wall. Recently though I saw a room with similar floral patterned paper that had frames on it and I loved how full and formal it looked. The final thing convincing me was realizing I COULD hang up my giant 2B 9S poster. Every other wall didn’t have space for it, and considering its size, I wasn’t sure if I could get away with using it in any other room until I have my own place…

Anyway here are my other walls

If it wasn’t clear before, I’m a maximalist LOL. It’s supposed to look FULL but hopefully not cluttered. And if it is cluttered, it should be so in an artistic way. (Hopefully).

My guideline for keeping things uniform is similar frames ofc but also using prints with minimal colors. This is a case of my aesthetic lining up well with my collection. I started with some of the Hanako kun coasters and the Homunculi placemat and realized they go together, then I filled out my collection with more pieces I genuinely like that match.

Getting my room how I wanted it was a big project the last year and a half. When I’m putting things together, it’s kind of stressful because I want it to be done, so I keep thinking about what to add next and looking for the right pieces. Once it’s all done though, I stop thinking about it and it’s nice.

What makes the 2B 9S wall different is the wallpaper, so instead of having the frames and prints be busy, I want the prints to be a visual break from the craziness of the wall. This is once again kind of a coincidence as after hanging up the big a$$ poster, I liked the negative space and B&W palette a lot. I also bought a simple black frame because it was cheap, but I think I’ll stick with simpler black frames on this wall.

So that’s the plan for prints on this wall. Images with a B&W palette and simple black frames.

I thought about things I’ve been wanting to add to the collection and got these two clear files

The TBHK one is an illustration I LOOOOVE. I’ve been meaning to buy the clear file forever but never could justify it. It has more colors than the poster but is still very stark in its values, so I thought it could work. It would also make it clear this is NOT a 2B 9S exclusive wall. There’s just a huge a$$ poster of them on it.

The second one…is 2B and 9S. I fully admit I threw this one in last minute, but I love this illustration as well AND it fits my limited palette. Both have a smoky dreamy quality to them. I hope they pair well.

The other thing I’ve struggled with is fillers. On my other walls, I found myself going to “small round thing” a lot to add variety. I guess it makes a nice mirror since the walls are facing, but I don’t want to keep doing it.

My solution was one of my forgotten dreams: having an acrylic stand collection.

I freed this shelf up recently and planned to make a 9Shrine here for some stands I bought, but instead I think it’ll be better to display stands on the wall! This way they’ll all stay together and be united by being stands not by being all the same character. That is important to me because I’ve realized if I make a committed shrine or even collection for a character, I tend to get out of hand and start buying things I don’t even like just because the character is on them.

This freed me up to buy more Hanako kun stuff I wanted which I’ll happily do because TBHK has such beautiful art. I buy the Nier stuff because I love the characters, but the art doesn’t always do it for me the same way TBHK does.

Anyway, here’s the Nier stands I have otw

These are my absolute favorite Nier stands. I love the t shirts and they both look really cute in the first ones. Then the second…9S is so…they rlly did good there. They made that for me.

and here’s the TBHK ones I bought

They’re more colorful but I think it’ll tie in well to the one tbhk clear file I’ll have up.

For hanging these up, I’m planning on a combination of floating wall shelves and gaudy sconces

So that’s the plan!! Next paycheck I’ll go after the shelves because whoo. I also better not start hanging things up until I’ve got it all. I’m sure I’ll add more things to this wall, but this is enough to get it feeling complete enough that I won’t go crazy having a half finished wall.

Thanks for reading! I’m excited to get everything in.

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Bold all that apply to your muse as a child. (In modern verse if you write a historical or fantasy character.)

FUTURE JOB  - ninja, pirate, vet, actor, astronaut, cooker, builder, knight, indiana jones, wizard, a parent, barbie, action man, writer, prince or princess, hero, villain, teacher, doctor, nurse, army man, rapper, singer, dancer, youtuber, twitch streamer, zookeeper, gardener, sailor, fisherman, carpenter, monarch, pilot.

FEARS  -  thunderstorms, strangers, space, abandonment, the dark, clowns, loud noises, dogs, spiders, masks, puppets, boys, girls, cooties, bugs, big objects, water, hell, being told off, police, new places, bullies, being wrong, ghosts.

PAINT YOUR  BEDROOM  -  pink, blue, green, brown, yellow, orange, purple, neons, pastels, beige, mismatched multicolour, dark blue, wall mural, black, grey, white.

DECORATE YOUR BEDROOM  -  posters torn carefully cut from magazines, maps of fictional lands, books, cassettes or cds, lavalamp, minifridge, your very own tv, games console, teddies, pirate ship, floor length mirror, fairylights, funko dolls, vhs or dvds, dinosaurs, beanbags, animals, framed posters, stickers, pokemon, princesses, glow in the dark stars, corkboard full of photos, awards, your own art, disney princesses, marvel heroes, ben 10 theme, cartoon network show theme, animes, space theme, fantasy theme.

TOYBOX  - barbie, ken, action man, my first science kit, csi lab kit, tamagotchi, cuddly teddy, pirate ship, horse, lego, furby, easybake oven, archeology kit, pokemon cards, beyblades, disney princesses, baby doll, sword, gun, crown, recorder, spy gear, slinky, beanie babies, colouring set, paints, play doh, simpsons, disney princess dolls, marvel action figures, books, puzzle books, wizard broom, robes, dollhouse, space ship, ray guns, walkie talkies, craft kits, slime, fidget spinners, fake tattoos, football, basketball, skateboard, swings, mini ant farm, seamonkies, rock em sock em robots, stretch armstrong, he man, my little pony, care bears, girls world styling head, mostly broken, sticky, pristine, no batteries, perfect working order, crayons, sunbleached, well loved.

BOOKBAG  -  harry potter, bfg, the hunger games, wheres wally, winnie the pooh, the very hungry caterpillar, matilda, the cat in the hat, the lord of the rings, charlottes web, northern lights, lion witch and the wardrobe, goodnight moon, where the wild things are, the tale of peter rabbit, charlie and the chocolate factory, stuart little, alices adventures in wonderland, a series of unfortunate events, bridge to terabithia, diary of a wimpy kid, anne frank diary of a young girl, the outsiders, the jungle book, the wonderful wizard of oz, peter pan, the secret garden, the wind in the willows, how to draw.

WARDROBE  - tshirts with your fave cartoon characters, youtuber merch, scuffed jeans, plasticy fancy dress costumes, pretty dresses, button down shirts, woolen sweaters, floral skirts jean shorts, cargo pants, handmedowns, brand new, grass stains, mud stains, three days worn, clean on, all one colour, too many different colours, plain tshirts, hoody, custom printed novelty tops, bows, animal onesies, pufferjackets, bodywarmer, mittens, bobblehats, hats with ears, sunglasses, earmuffs, pastels, oversaturated dark colours, crinkled, ironed, smells floral, smells musky, animal print, sparkles, double denim, too big, too small, just right, karate uniform, scouts uniform, school uniform.

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Pop of Personality: Adding Fun and Flair to Every Room

Your home should be an extension of who you are—a space that feels both comfortable and reflective of your personality. One of the easiest ways to inject life and individuality into your interior is by adding those unexpected touches that give each room a pop of personality. Whether it’s through bold color choices, quirky accessories, or creative patterns, you can create a space that’s not only stylish but also uniquely yours. Here's how to add fun and flair to every room of your home.

1. Play with Bold Colors

Color is one of the most powerful tools for transforming a space, and there’s no better way to inject some personality into a room than through a bold hue. While neutrals are timeless, adding a splash of vibrant color can elevate the entire vibe of a space. Don’t be afraid to experiment with unexpected color combinations—bright mustard yellows paired with teal blues or deep emerald greens with rich maroons. Consider painting an accent wall, adding colorful furniture, or using bold-toned decor accessories like pillows, throws, or rugs. Even small pops of color, like a vibrant vase or a colorful piece of art, can instantly change the feel of a room.

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2. Incorporate Playful Patterns

Patterns are another fantastic way to bring flair to your space. Whether it’s through wallpaper, textiles, or art, incorporating fun patterns adds visual interest and energy to a room. Think graphic black-and-white stripes, floral prints, geometric designs, or even animal prints. Don't be afraid to mix and match patterns, either—pairing a bold floral with a striped accent pillow or a chevron rug with a geometric art piece can create an eclectic and stylish atmosphere. The key is balance—don’t overdo it, but use patterns strategically to create focal points and add vibrancy to your decor.

3. Add Quirky Art and Decor

Art is a powerful way to personalize your space, and the more unique and unexpected, the better. Instead of settling for generic prints or mass-produced artwork, choose pieces that reflect your personality and interests. It could be a vintage map of your favorite city, a colorful abstract painting, or even a whimsical sculpture. Look for art and decor that sparks joy or tells a story, whether it's through humor, nostalgia, or a shared cultural connection. Mixing different styles—like pairing a modern piece of art with an antique mirror or a rustic sculpture with sleek furniture—can add charm and quirkiness to your space.

4. Experiment with Fun Furniture Pieces

Who says furniture has to be serious? Adding an unexpected or statement-making piece can completely transform a room. Think beyond basic sofas and tables—look for a brightly colored armchair, a sculptural coffee table, or a fun-shaped ottoman. Quirky furniture doesn’t have to be over-the-top—it can be a subtle way to add personality without overwhelming the space. An upholstered chair in a funky pattern or a vintage cabinet with unique detailing can bring both style and fun to any room. Don’t be afraid to mix and match styles—an old wooden rocking chair paired with a sleek, modern couch can create an effortlessly cool vibe.

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5. Create a Personalized Gallery Wall

A gallery wall is an excellent way to add personality and style to any room, and the beauty of it is that it can evolve with you. Whether you display family photos, personal mementos, travel souvenirs, or quirky art, a gallery wall lets you showcase your interests and passions. Play with frame styles and sizes to create a dynamic, layered look. Add items like mirrors, decorative plates, or even fabric swatches to keep it interesting. The result is an artful, personal collection that truly reflects who you are.

6. Incorporate Fun Textiles

Textiles are a quick and easy way to bring fun into a room, and the beauty of them is that they’re easy to switch out whenever you want to change up your look. Experiment with colorful throw blankets, patterned pillows, and textured rugs to infuse personality into your space. Playful textiles can also add warmth and comfort, making the room feel inviting and cozy. If you want to go all out, think about adding curtains in bold colors or patterns, or try upholstering a piece of furniture with an unexpected fabric, like a tropical print or velvet.

7. Add Whimsical Accessories

Sometimes, it’s the small details that have the biggest impact. Whimsical accessories—like funky lamps, colorful vases, or fun throw blankets—bring charm and character to a room. Consider incorporating unusual objects or accessories that surprise and delight. A quirky lamp in the shape of an animal, a vintage clock with a unique design, or a collection of eclectic pottery can make your space feel playful and fun. These accessories can also serve as conversation starters and help bring your personality into the room in a subtle yet effective way.

8. Use Unexpected Materials

One way to add flair to a room is by incorporating unexpected materials into your design. Think about mixing wood with metals, glass with concrete, or natural textures like rattan with luxe materials like marble or velvet. These surprising combinations can add richness and depth to your space, giving it a stylish, curated look. For example, a glass coffee table with a wood base, a marble lamp with a leather shade, or a velvet couch paired with a metal side table can all lend a sophisticated yet playful edge to a room.

Conclusion

Adding fun and flair to your home is all about infusing personality into your space. Whether you play with bold colors, experiment with patterns, or bring in quirky furniture, the key is to let your home reflect who you are. By incorporating unexpected elements—like fun art, playful textiles, and unique accessories—you can transform any room into a space that feels both stylish and deeply personal. It’s the small touches that truly make a house a home, so don’t be afraid to get creative and add your own personal flair to every corner.

How do you add personality to your home? Share your tips or favorite decor items in the comments below!

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Using Bone Inlay Console Tables to Create an Opulent Look

For generations, people have treasured bone inlay furniture because of its exquisite craftsmanship, cultural importance, and opulent appearance. Particularly appealing are console tables with bone inlay, which can give any space a dramatic, opulent feel. Both modern and traditional rooms benefit from the elegance that their elaborate patterns and fine skill convey. You can buy bone inlay table in UK to access a variety of types and designs for individuals who want to incorporate this timeless style into their homes. Let's explore how console tables with bone inlay add to the opulence of your house and the best design strategies to maximize this investment.

1. Why Are Console Tables with Bone Inlay Luxurious?

Craftsmanship: Hours of meticulous labor go into creating each piece of bone inlay by hand. For a smooth, long-lasting finish, artisans meticulously arrange fragments of bone (or materials from ethical sources) into patterns before filling them in with resin.

Distinct Patterns and Designs: Since each bone inlay table is handmade, no two are alike. Each table is a useful piece of art thanks to the sophisticated addition of beautiful floral, geometric, or oriental patterns.

Historical Elegance: Furniture with bone inlay has a royal past and is frequently connected to luxury, giving your house a sense of classic grandeur. Purchase a bone inlay table in the UK to discover a range of solutions that complement your decor and achieve this timeless style.

2. How to Add Console Tables with Bone Inlay to Your Decor 

Elegant Entryway: To make a lasting first impression, put a console table with bone inlay in your foyer. For further depth and style, pair it with a mirror or an artwork above.

Living Room Statement: As a decorative focal point in your living room, choose a console with bone inlay. For a well-curated look, place it against an accent wall and decorate it with books, florals, or framed pictures.

Bedroom Sophistication: A console table with bone inlay can be used as a vanity in the bedroom, adding style and providing space for personal belongings and accessories.

3. Style Advice for an Opulent Setting

Add Luxurious Accessories to Layer: To add to the opulent atmosphere, adorn the surface with gold or brass elements, like candlesticks.

Experiment with colors and textures: In addition to the traditional black and white, bone inlay consoles can also be blue, green, or pink. For a unified look, match the color scheme of the table to the décor of the space.

Include Lighting: For ambient lighting, set a table lamp on your console. The room feels cozy and welcoming as the light bounces off the polished inlay, highlighting the intricate designs.

4. Upkeep Advice to Maintain the Style

Gentle Cleaning: Steer clear of aggressive cleansers since bone inlay furniture is delicate. The surface can be gently cleaned with a soft, moist cloth.

Steer clear of direct sunlight as it can deteriorate the colors. To safeguard your console table, place it out of direct sunlight or cover it with drapes.

Keep it Dry: Too much moisture might harm the resin inlay and bone. Make sure the surface is dry, particularly if it will be utilized in a restroom or other similar space.

5. Why Purchase a Console Table with Bone Inlay?

Timeless Appeal: Furniture with bone inlay is always in trend. It's a classic investment that will continue to appear opulent for many years.

Versatile Decor Piece: Bone inlay consoles go in perfectly with any type of decor, whether it's modern, eclectic, or classic. They give any space a sophisticated feel.

Sustainable Option: Buying furniture with bone inlay promotes traditional workmanship and sustainable methods, as many craftspeople utilize materials that are sourced ethically.

Conclusion

A console table with bone inlay is more than just a piece of furniture; it's a declaration of elegance, luxury, and artistry. Consider looking for a bone inlay table in the UK to see the variety of beautiful designs that are available for individuals who would like to add this timeless piece to their homes. Whether it is positioned in your living room, bedroom, or foyer, a console table with bone inlay can add unparalleled luxury to any area.

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4 Trending Designer Wall Clock Options For Dark Walls

The festive season is around the corner and you might be planning to bring home something aesthetically super pleasing for your dark walls. Did we say dark walls? That’s right. 

Dark-hued walls are back in trend and can be found today in several homes with contemporary interiors. These walls are the perfect places to showcase decor accessories, paintings, and not to forget, wall clocks. So, whether you are renovating your interiors or just planning to bring something different to ornate your walls, go for wall clocks and shop for designer wall clocks online this time. 

Designer wall clocks are not just any clocks, but those that are designed by product/accessory/clock designers with precision. They are aesthetically very pleasing and can effortlessly enhance the look of any room. You won’t need wall art or painting after you have installed a designer embellished or minimalist wall clock on your wall. 

In this blog, we will list some designer wall clock options that are trending on the internet and among new homeowners. You can install them on your freshly done dark and shaded walls. So, let’s go. These options are picked from the awe-inspiring collection of Rang De Decor and we guarantee you will love them for your dark-coloured walls. 

4 Trending Designer Wall Clock Options For Dark Walls

Peacock Wall Clock

This is one of the bestselling designer wall clocks online. Made 100% of metal, the golden frame and layout of this peacock wall clock can capture hearts. Besides, the peacock design is simply irresistible. Perfect for dark walls, this clock can be a valuable addition to your royal and luxurious interiors. 

Floral Wall Clock

One won’t trust you when you tell them you have a floral wall clock. The aesthetics of this clock are exceptional, thanks to the floral arrangement and colours used by the designers. Besides, since it is made of 100% metal, it is highly durable and can shine endlessly on your grey, green, black, and brown walls. 

Golden Analog Round Clock

The golden analog clock is from the popular minimalist wall clock collection. Its round shape is charming, and the blend of black and golden is perfect for your grey walls. You can install this minimalist wall clock in more than one kind of space in your contemporary interiors. 

Golden Linearity Wall Clock

The golden linearity wall clock is a classic add-on to your space. Apt for both light and dark accents of walls, this minimalist wall clock is perfect for modern interiors. It has a calm golden colour and will look very sophisticated with muted furniture, furnishings, and decor accessories. 

Wrapping Up

Look for these exquisite options on the official website of Rang De Decor and also explore other styles and categories for your rooms. These clocks can also enhance restaurants, offices, and conference rooms, among others. Hence, you can shop accordingly.

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