#brown floors

[flancrossing]

Sauna - Midcentury Bathroom

[choccy-milky]

MC doing what we all wished we could do (aka napping on the floor with ominis )😴💕

[legohlas]

Living Room - Music Room

[korunia]

Living Room Music Room

[belinda-amy]

Living Room in Saint Petersburg

[90days-90reasons]

Raleigh Contemporary Living Room

[nurkussmich]

Farmhouse Powder Room (Chicago)

[valkyriethemes]

Enclosed (DC Metro)

[happythebluecat]

Farmhouse Living Room - Open

[satanic10]

Bathroom (Houston)

[lindagoesmushrooming]

Heather (Calluna vulgaris) + Common Funnel (Clitocybe gibba) and Brown Slimecap (Chroogomphus rutilus)

[tiger-grace]

the fact that Duke is the daytime vigilante implies regular situations in which everyone else is nocturnal except for him

Duke: hi tim!

Tim, blinking one eye at a time and slamming a coffee cup on the counter: what are you doing at this ungodly hour

Duke: 10 pm is when us normal human beings go to bed actually :)

Dick, collapsed over the counter having barely slept coming back from his police job only to wake up for patrol: duke. please turn the lights off. it’s so bright please duke i’m blind

Duke: not only are the ceiling lamps off but I am actively absorbing literally all the light in the room. goodnight

[lottievanclaire]

TAIVAN SQUARED

Via Jasmin Savoy Brown, 30 September 2024

[drenched-in-sunlight]

when they are reunited on Earth-42…

[inkskinned]

so one time i got bit by a brown recluse which is one of the only types of spider in my area that's actually dangerous and at first i didn't know what had happened to me, only that it was nasty. the swelling wasn't going down and the wound started to get ugly. i don't want to like get into the details because that's gross but it got to the point 2 weeks later that i was worried enough to go to the doctor, which i hate doing.

i am not afraid of spiders but other people are so i'd been covering it with this big ole square bandage (i needed more landscape coverage than a simple bandaid) and sat in the university medical waiting room, kicking my heels and playing BOTW. the nurse who admitted me was like, oh, we have got to get Tom to cover this one. she wrote spider bite under my ticket.

i waited in the near-empty building for like an hour and then nurse tom shows up in spiderman scrubs, out of breath. "sorry," he says, "i saw - your slip - and I had," he heaves in a breath, "to run home and. get. these scrubs. i literally. ran. felt like a job. for. spiderman."

i laugh. he puts his hands on his knees, thumbs-ups at me. fishes a pamphlet out from under his clipboard that basically says spiders can be scary but you don't need to be scared, there's very few dangerous spiders in new england. "honestly," he wheezes, "we probably don't need to get you into an exam room. just..." he waves his hand at the pamphlet, "read that."

i look down at my arm. then back at him in his scrubs. and then down at my arm. i like that he made an effort to make a joke, but now it does not feel like a good joke, because they are mistaking my calm for a lack of injury. "can i. like. at least show you the bite?"

he gives me kind of a weird look, which is fair, but then says. "if. i mean, if you have to."

i peel the bandage off. his face goes green.

"oh," he says.

"yeah, man."

"a... spider bit you?" his voice is high and tight and trembling. he backs up a few steps.

"i think a brown recluse," i offer. "i know it's nasty, sorry."

"excuse me for a moment." he looks over to the administering nurse on the other side of the small room. "i need to find someone else to take care of you."

the administering nurse smiles over to us with a degree of pleasure that is almost salivating. for a moment, like a window opening, i am briefly aware of what must be a psychic message floating amongst the in-between. her jaguar teeth all say this is like a party for me and i know exactly what i'm doing.

"oh no, tom," she says, grinning. "i gave her to you specifically."

[inoreuct]

punkflower au where hobie works in a vintage records shop and miles comes in looking for vinyls…

imagine hobie standing behind the counter, bored out of his mind, playing w his rings and shit and then this GORGEOUS guy comes in, with his puffer jacket and red air jordans and chunky headphones and curly hair, a thin silver hoop in his nose, and hobie blinks like an owl bcs it feels like literal sunshine just stepped into the shop.

“hey, man, uh— you happen to have anything from Tears for Fears?”

and hobie has to repeat the question 3 times over in his head before he realises the guy’s still waiting for his answer and he’s just bluescreening there like an idiot. “um,” he says intelligently as he rounds the counter and rubs his hands together. “yeah, we got a couple.” he leads the guy over to the right section, trying not to stare as miles carefully flips through the vinyls. “gettin’ this for yourself? or…”

“nah, for a friend,” miles says, lips curling as he looks up. “i’m more of an ABBA guy.”

hobie has to stop himself from burying his face in his hands and yelling. he’s cute, and listens to ABBA? christ. “we’ve got ABBA too, if ya want a look-see. row to ya left and all the way down,” he says wryly, half-sure that there’s something blooming warm behind his chest, wrapping vines up and around his lungs because miles grins at him, gives him a straight row of white teeth in a smile and hobie can’t breathe for shit.

“yeah? i’ll check it out.” miles’s eyes are warm and soft, a deep dark brown as they crinkle, and hobie’s lips twitch as he tries not to grin like a fool.

“aight, then. i’ll… leave ya to it,” he mumbles as he walks away, fighting against the urge to turn around. he hears miles humming quietly as he slides back behind the counter, and he can’t hide his giddy smile.

he doesn’t wanna leave him to it.

they’ve only just met, but goddamn. hobie really, really wants to take this boy on a date.