#concept dining

[captainmvf]

Oh my god and they were girlfriends oh my god-

[middleschoolfursona]

i miss you tomorrow today

[inspiredlivingspaces]

IG housebeautiful

[2001hz]

The Epicurean 'concept dining' restaurant Location: Nagoya, Japan Designed By: Yoshinori Torii (2006)

[come-back-serotonin]

I lost my breath for a moment

[andallshallbewell]

[red-flagging]

Sewis - Rhythm of Your Love

(send me a title and i'll give you a 5 sentence* fic)

"Seb," Lewis's muffled voice says, a rhythmic thumping coming from the trailer door for the fifth time in as many minutes, "Seb, I know you're in there, come on."

"No," Sebastian says out loud into his pillow, and even to his own ears, his voice sounds horribly petulant, but–fuck, he deserves to be, after this race. Fuck Austria, and fuck the SF1000, and Binotto, and Christian for finding him after the race just to clap him on the back and say, "Tough bit of luck, eh?" – and fuck himself, too, for looking over at the RB16 in parc fermé and thinking for one treacherous moment, what if, what if, what if–

"Seb," Lewis says, "I'm not leaving until you open this door." His voice is equal parts concerned and exasperated, the sound of it as familiar as Seb's own heartbeat. As stupidly, stubbornly persistent as his own heart, too, with the way it bashes itself against closed doors and refuses to leave well enough alone and surfaces in front of him, day after day after year after year, even when he's done nothing to keep it coming back.

He waits a second longer anyways, just in case Lewis has let his better judgement win out and is going to leave him to wallow in peace after all–

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap, Lewis's hand on the door says again, and Sebastian groans into the pillow and pushes himself up to go let him in.

[diinotrains]

Thinking about D10 being run down by scrappers after being exiled out of sodor, and in a last ditch attempt, flees to sodor for refuge. >:]

He's flying down the tracks of the mainland at dangerously high speeds flying past Gordon on his take back of the morning express with a flash of mustard. a look of surprise turns to horror as he sees seven other frames of burgundy race down the tracks. the gaggle of newer modern diesels chase him like a pack of wild rabid dogs, cackling with a sick joy. There deep red paint shines off of them in a mocking manner.

He's almost there. Hes almost at the bridge that leads to the island, wheels spinning so fast sparks of flame rush out from under him, the smell of melting metal heavy in the air. He can't go on for much longer. They all know that.

The pain in his body is agonizing as pinchy snaps wildly, trying to keep them as far back as possible. He's wheezing like all the air is squeezed out of him, trying to keep distance. They've been going like this for a half an hour, and he's not sure he can take anymore before something gives.

The Atlantic races off with the empty express towards the station. The coach's don't complain about him being to fast. Not this time. They might not be fast enough.

[tabooiart]

i dont know if yall knew this but i love starlight express

[al-n-cartoons]

Careful, he bites.

[thecoolblackwaves]

Elderly woman at my table: you know, it's quite rude to say "we" when talking to us! It's YOU, not WE, because you're not a part of this! You're the waitress not sitting at the table

Me: 👁👄👁 .....okay ma'am are YOU finished with your husband's french fries

Him: Margaret, I sweat to God

[romancestual]

we bought our dream house 🥹

[inspiredlivingspaces]

IG jeanstofferdesign

[victoriaorolfoart]

Captain Fall BGs from episode 9! Some of these are long horizontal pans and would be best viewed on my website (link in bio). The direction from @forlornfunnies was to make these feel "upper-class country" haha. Most of these were based off colors by @alisonabitbol 🔥

[animorphic-arts]

This is another concept of Nutts residence. Take a look at the dining room and the bathroom. 🏠

[kariachi]

Apparently I wrote down something from a dream I had last night? Here you go

~

"Christ analog gone horror story involving an inability to fully be human and understand or be understood by them, and a preacher father obsessed with being 'touched' through his kid starting a cult around them and eventually getting his wish to see the true face of God in a dream only to be left so hollow by the otherwordliness of a power beyond understanding that he not only has physically been turned to a twisted husk of his former form but also drains the very life from people besides the kid with his very presence, thinks this is great and proof God loves him and wants him to 'save' those around him and supplant his child as chosen one."