#crazy real estate ads

[hometoursandotherstuff]

What in the hell is going on in this house? It looks pretty nice, 1912 brick house, located in East Grand Rapids, MI, has 4bds, 3ba, $769,900.

Desc: This property will be sold occupied; there will be no inspections or contact with the occupants. DO NOT approach the house, only look from the sidewalk. This is an as is where is sale and the buyers and/or buyer's agent are responsible to verify all information herein. It is also the buyer's and/or buyer's agent responsibility to check for any and all municipal liens.

But, how does the buyer know if the tenants trashed the place?

[fairytaleendingss]

Room For One More?

Chapter 1

Summary: After a sudden eviction from your home, your friend Mary puts you in contact with her high school friends, James, Sirius and Remus who just so happen to be in need of a roommate. However, living with a group of boys you’ve never met before proves to be more complicated than you expected; especially when they’re all so attractive.

CW: None I don’t think.

Pairing: Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

——

To say that life had been crazy lately would be putting it lightly. You had only just moved to the city six months ago, in pursuit of a career you were still yet to achieve, got landed with an office job that you were only barely qualified for, and the eviction notice on the door of your shitty downtown apartment was just the icing on the cake.

For a good few days it seemed like your world was caving in around you as you tried to collect yourself and figure out the next steps. In a city like London, real estate was scarce, not to mention expensive, and you were still working to pay off your student loans.

It was only two days before you were set to be kicked out when your new friend, Mary stepped in and saved the day.

You met Mary at your new office job and she’d been somewhat of a saving grace from the beginning.

She had been a splash of colour in a sea of black suits and beige blouses. She’d been quick to introduce herself, inviting you to join her for lunch on your first day, during which she caught you up on all the ins and outs of office politics. The two of you had become fast friends, something you were extremely grateful for.

And you found yourself even more grateful for her, as her car pulled into the driveway of the apartment building you were about to call your new home.

“How do you know these guys again?” You asked, glancing up at the red brick structure through the passenger window.

“We all went to high school together,” She explained. “I know them really well, trust me they’re great guys.”

You believed her. She’d never given you a reason not to. But still, moving into a household with three strange men that you’ve never met, is bound to be daunting nonetheless.

“And you’re 100% sure they’re okay with me moving in? I mean, they don’t even know me!”

She only giggled. “Don’t be silly! They’re completely on board. They’ve been looking for a new roommate since their other friend Peter moved out a month ago to get a place with his girlfriend, Sybil. They were just about to put up an ad on Craigslist, for heavens sake. Trust me, you’re doing them a favour. If I love you, they’ll love you too.”

You nodded at her but your heart still hummed unsurely in your chest. You took a deep breath. It was now or never.

After a treacherous journey up the narrow staircase with boxes in hand, you arrived at the door to the apartment. Mary was behind you, lugging a suitcase full of your clothes. You wished, for a moment that her friends at least lived in a building that had an elevator. You erased that thought from your mind a moment later, when you remembered that these people were doing you a massive favour. Besides, you were hardly in a position to complain.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. When it swung open you had to make a conscious effort to pick your jaw up off the floor.

Standing in front of you was the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. He was fair and lean with long strands of dark hair fanning his face. He was chiseled in a way that made him look delicate, almost doll-like but he also had tattoos lining his arms and chest, which you could see poking out from beneath his white t-shirt. He was leaning against the doorframe, effortlessly cool, looking down at you with a flirtatious smirk on his face.

“Hey there gorgeous. You must be the new roommate. I’m Sirius.”

You peered up at him in shock, not quite sure how to respond to this man who had the face of a Greek God. And did he just call you gorgeous? You weren’t sure what you were expecting but this definitely wasn’t it.

“Um, hi,” you stumbled awkwardly. Your hands felt clammy even just looking at this guy, how the hell are you supposed to live with him? “I’m y/n.”

His grin only widened “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“Ugh, stop flirting with her Sirius! And move out of the way, this stuff we’re carrying is heavy you know.”

You’d almost forgotten Mary was there until she’s stepping forward, shoving past Sirius who was blocking the doorway, and entering the apartment.

“Sorry hun, just trying to make conversation,” Sirius teased, stepping aside gently to let you in.

The place was bigger than you expected. Not huge but definitely comfortable, and better decorated. The picture you’d created in your imagination could only be described as a “bro cave” with bean bags on the floor and minimal furnishings. However, you were pleasantly surprised to see that the place is rather nice and homey, with comfortable leather furniture and a few framed artworks on the walls.

“Well, welcome home,” Sirius said, following you into the living room. “I can’t take any credit for the interior design, unfortunately. That was all Remus. Speaking of, I’ll go get him. I’m sure he’ll be happy to meet you.”

Sirius padded off down the hall, making his way to one of the rooms and banging heavily on the door.

“Remus! The new roommate is here! Don’t be rude and come and meet her!”

The boy that emerged was equally as attractive as Sirius. He was taller than the first boy, with a mop of sandy hair and dark, piercing eyes. He wasn’t as effortlessly cool as Sirius, he was more lanky and hunched in posture, but he had a sort of nerdy charm about him that was very endearing. He was dressed in a thick woollen jumper and his hair was mattered. He blinked up at Sirius, like he hadn’t quite caught up with the situation yet.

“What’s going on?”

Sirius just rolled his eyes. “Our new roommate is here! Come and say hello!”

He peered out of the doorway. Looking in either direction before his eyes landed on you. Not quite sure what to do with yourself, you sent him an awkward wave.

“Hi,”

“Hi,” he replied in return, with a tight lipped smile. Then he turned back to Sirius.

“Could you go away now please? I was having a nap.”

“Fine. Sorry.”

There door was abruptly slammed in his face.

You stood in the living room, holding a box to your chest awkwardly, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable about the interaction. Sirius could apparently tell, and was quick to jump to your aid.

“Don’t worry about him,” he said dismissively. “He’s just in a mood. He’s a med student and all the studying is driving him wild at the moment. He’ll come good after he gets a bit of sleep. Now, how about I show you to your room?”

He directed you down the hallway to a door at the end. Inside, you could already see Mary hanging up your clothes in the wardrobe.

“So this is you,” Sirius muttered, gesturing to the space like a magician revealing his assistant had not, in fact, been sawed in half. Then he sent you another flirtatious smile, something you were quickly learning was a signature of his.

“I’ll leave you girls to it but just shout if there’s anything you need. Although, if you want someone to help carry boxes, I’d recommend waiting until James gets home later on. He’s the athletic one of the three of us. And let me tell you those stairs are a killer.���

You chuckled, a genuine smile overtaking your face for the first time in this whole experience.

“Thanks Sirius. I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” he drawled, giving you a wink.

Mary rolled her eyes. “Okay Sirius. Thank you but you can go now. We have a lot of unpacking to do here.”

Once Sirius had departed, you and Mary got to work on unpacking your things. Luckily for you, Peter had left behind a bed frame and a few pieces of furniture in his move, a saving grace considering most of your stuff had come with the previous apartment. You still had a mattress strapped to the roof of Mary’s car that needed bringing in, but like Sirius had said, Mary insisted that you wait for the mysterious James to return from work to help you carry any of the heavier items inside (With the way the others talked about him, you could only imagine he must be a superhero). Instead you busied yourself with unpacking your random assortment of trinkets collected over the years.

“So how are you feeling about the place?” Mary pried, unpacking a few shoe boxes into the bottom of the closet.

“It seems alright,” you admitted. “To be honest, I was a little nervous going into this but Sirius seems nice. I think he and I will get along.”

Mary smiled. “Oh good! I knew you’d like it. And just wait until you get to know the other boys better too. You’ll fit right in! I’m sure of it.”

You have her an anxious smile. “I really hope you’re right.”

—

It was a few hours later, when the sound of the door clicking open caught your attention.

“Honey! I’m home!” A playful voice boomed down the doorway.

You slowly emerged from your room to greet your final roommate. The guy was visibly buff and wearing a mud-covered jersey. He had matted tuft of thick dark curls and round glasses that balanced on the edge of his nose.

You couldn’t help but admire him as he kicked his shoes off.

“Hi. I’m y/n. I’m your new roommate.”

He looked up curiously before his expression morphed into a dazzlingly charming smile. He began to approach you and you held out a hand for him to shake. He bypassed the gesture all together, instead choosing to engulf you in a bone-crushing hug.

You were caught a little off-guard at first but tentatively hugged him back, heat rising in your cheeks as you felt the muscles of his biceps flex against you.

Pull yourself together!! You thought.

As he pulled away, he looked down at you, a few stray curls falling in front of his eyes. He smiled widely, reminding you somewhat of a playful puppy.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” He exclaimed. “Mary’s told me so much about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your own face as you looked up at him. You really liked James, you decided.

“How have you been settling in so far?” He continued.

“Pretty well, I suppose. I’ve done most of my unpacking now.”

He nodded. “That’s good. Well if you need help with anything, let me know. I’d be happy to assist.”

You grimaced. “Actually there is one thing you might be able to help me with?”

He raised a brow expectantly.

“How do you feel about mattress transportation?”

—

Manoeuvring a queen sized mattress up three floors of narrow stairs proved to be a challenging task. But somehow, between the two of you, you managed it.

By the time James actually wrestled the mattress on your bed-frame, you were just about ready to collapse on top of it.

Mary, unfortunately, had found the whole display hilarious, especially the moment where you’d lost your grip and send the mattress sliding down the stairs back to the first floor. So instead of offering to help, she’d taken the opportunity to film the entire ordeal on her phone. You expected it would be gracing social media by the end of the evening.

“Well, I’d say that’s a job well done!” James exclaimed as he finally dropped the material onto the bed-frame.

You chuckled. “Yeah! I mean it only took an hour and a half.”

James smiled and checked the watch on his wrist.

“It’s getting late and I really should shower. But how about we order pizza afterwards. We could have dinner and get to know each other a little better.”

“I’d like that.”

“Great! Mary, darling, you’re invited too of course.”

The girl looked between the two of you, smiling playfully. Then she shot you a look.

“Thanks for the offer Jamie but I actually have some stuff I need to get done back at home. You guys enjoy though.”

She sent you a wink as she went and your eyes widened.

“I’m going to go wash off, but there’s a take out menu on the fridge,” James said. “Pick out whatever you want. My shout.”

—

A short while later you found yourself sat on the loveseat, a plate of pizza in your lap while Sirius and James sat side by side on the couch, bickering about the most recent episode of the Bachelor. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched on.

They argued in a way that was firm but affectionate. You could tell that they were particularly close and had clearly known each other a long time.

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing!” Sirius exclaimed, waving his piece of pizza in the air for emphasis. “Jennifer was such a bitch! She totally deserved to be sent home.”

James gasped in mock offence. “No way! He should’ve kept her. They had a special connection.”

“Are you kidding?” Sirius blurted. “All she did was talk about herself. She barely even gave him the time of day.”

“I disagree! She was playing hard to get. Girls only do that when they like someone!” James stated matter-of-factly. You couldn’t contain your snort at the comment.

Sirius turned to you then, a smirk adorning his gorgeous face. “Well, lucky for us, we now have a girl here to settle agreements such as these. What do you think, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes affectionately at the nickname. “If I’m being honest, I have to agree with Sirius. Jennifer was kind of a bitch.”

Sirius cheered and James held a hand to his chest dramatically.

“Well you’re both wrong,” James joked. “We must have been watching two different shows.”

Sirius scoffed. “Nah, mate. You just have a terrible radar when it comes to girls. I mean, you’ve been chasing the same girl since you were fifteen and she’s still shown you no interest.”

Your eyebrows raised at that one. “Wait what? I feel like I’ve missed a chapter here.“

“She’s just a friend.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Yeah, a friend you’ve been in love with since third form.”

James sighed.

“There’s this girl, Lily, in our friend group,” he began to explain, looking rather bashful. “And I’ve kind of been into her for a while but she always turns me down.”

You grimaced, clicking your tongue in sympathy. “That sucks. But hey, If she’s managed to keep your interest for all these years then she must really be special. I’d love to meet her sometime.”

James smiled gently. “I’m sure you will soon. She and Mary are quite close.”

Sirius face lit up suddenly at that. “Actually guys, that reminds me. The band is playing a gig on Saturday and everyone’s coming. You should join us y/n!”

“Hold on, since when are you in a band?” You queried. “I thought you were a bartender.”

Sirius chuckled. “I’m a bit of both! Bartender by night and lead singer of ‘Snakes and Lions’ by… well also by night I guess.”

“Basically, he plays in a band on the weekends,” James clarified.

“Yeah, and soon, we’ll be world famous!”

“Well I’d love to come and see you play,” you uttered.

“Great, it’s a date then.”

“What’s a date?”

You all looked up to see that Remus had finally emerged from his room. He looked tired and a little disheveled. Although you supposed that was the only way you’d had a chance to see him so far.

“Rem, mate! Come join us! We got Italian sausage just for you!”

Sirius gestured to one of the pizza boxes on the table and Remus nodded, grabbing a plate to fill.

“We were just telling y/n about Sirius’ gig this weekend.”

Remus looked up at you for a moment, his tired eyes unreadable. Then he straightened himself up and came to stand before you awkwardly.

“You’re um… you’re in my seat.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh! I’m sorry.”

You shot up from the spot, feeling rather mortified by the interaction.

“It’s okay, you can come sit here!” James stated, sliding further towards the armrest of the sofa and patting the spot in between himself and Sirius.

You sat down tentatively, but Sirius threw an arm around your shoulder which helped a bit in easing the nerves.

You found yourself glancing over at Remus. He seemed quiet as he munched on his pizza. You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of frustration towards him. He’d been nothing but rude to you since you arrived and you had no clue why.

“So tell us, y/n. What brought you to London?”

Your thoughts were cut short by Sirius’ question.

“Well, I just finished my degree not too long ago and I decided I needed a change, I suppose. London has a lot of good opportunities.”

“What did you study?” James asked, leaning his head in his hand as he looked down at you.

“Literature actually. I want to be a writer.”

Sirius brows shot up. “Really? That’s great. You should talk about that with Remus. He loves books.”

“Hmm?” The boy looked up then, as if having been lost in his own world, before brought back by the sound of his name.

“Y/n studied literature at university.”

He glanced over at you, only looking mildly interested. “Oh, that’s good.”

Then he turned his wrist glancing down at the watch that he wore. “It’s getting late. If you all don’t mind, I think I will finish dinner in my room. I have a lot of work to do.”

You frowned at that. Had you done something to upset him? Why was he so eager to get away from you?

“Alright mate. We’ll see you in the morning,” James muttered, oblivious to the issue.

Remus nodded at him before getting up slowly and sauntering back into his room.

James continued munching on his pizza happily but Sirius clearly noticed the way you tensed at the boy’s exit. He leaned in closely, speaking in a low tone so only you could hear.

“Sorry about him. He really isn’t like this usually. I’ll have a talk with him.”

You sighed. “No no, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

You really didn’t want to be a point of contention between these boys.

“Are you sure? It’s no trouble-“

“No it’s fine,” you shook your head. “Actually, I’m feeling a little tired as well. I might turn in for the evening.”

James looked over at you with gentle eyes. “Okay. Sleep well.”

“Thanks,” you murmured, jumping up from the couch. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Once you got to your room, you lay back heavily against the door, sighing. You considered the events of the day. There had been few hiccups but you decided then and there that you’d do whatever you could to move past them.

You got along well with James and Sirius seemed friendly. It was just Remus who was yet to warm up to you.

As you got ready for bed, your mind ran over the interactions that you’d had so far and wondered what might be the root of his frustrations.

Maybe things will be different tomorrow, you thought, as you settled in for the night.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! I have read through all of your harry metas and I love them!!! And it made me wonder whether you had any personal head-cannons regarding him? Like any unpopular ones that are not mentioned in the books or discussed by the fandom. I found only a precious few posts regarding this matter, so yeah I would like to know yours if u do have any.

Hi, thank you so much! 💕

Honestly, I'm pretty sure I just sprinkled Harry headcanons throughout my various posts but I'll try to comprise a list of some of my headcanons that popped into my head here. As such, these are all my random headcanons about Harry, some have more reasoning behind them than others. So, here are some of them in no particular order:

1. I think Harry is gay (could be demi but I don't think he's interested in women and he is interested in men. Personally, I headcanon him as gay).

I have a whole post about it here, but I don't know how common of an opinion it is since I see mostly bi Harry and not gay ones.

2. I see some fanon Harry's portrayed as very small, but I don't think he is. In my head, he's about 5'11 (by book 7) and in canon, he can lift Mundungus by the throat with one hand so... I think he's pretty fit actually. (Though he's very thin due to malnourishment). He's just always compared to Ron, who is like, ridiculously tall. I also think he was short for his age up until and including book 4. Between books 4 and 5 is when he had his first real growth spurt.

3. I think he was born Master of Death and that a lot of his miraculous survivals are because of that.

4. Harry has ADHD. It's my way to explain his tendency to be very observant of some things and not others, his crazy good selective memory, and his tendency to fail when he starts overthinking. Idk, I have ADHD and I'm getting these vibes from him (or projecting, who knows).

5. In my head, the epilogue isn't canon, so Harry breaks the curse on the DADA position, like, 5 years after the war, and starts teaching it. Until then, McGonagall just made sure to hire teachers only with one year contracts.

6. I headcanon the Potter family had more estate than just the cottage in Godric's Hollow and Harry finds out about them at some point after the war. I mean, they are reasonably rich, have a Wizengamot seat, and had more family members until very recently. They have to have more houses.

7. I think Harry and Kreature actually become friends after the books. I think they could've during the books too, Harry finds Kreature's sense of humor funny even as back as OotP:

“. . . Smells like a drain and a criminal to boot, but she’s no better, nasty old blood traitor with her brats messing up my Mistress’s house, oh my poor Mistress, if she knew, if she knew the scum they’ve let in her house, what would she say to old Kreacher, oh the shame of it, Mudbloods and werewolves and traitors and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do. . . .” ��Hello, Kreacher,” said Fred very loudly, closing the door with a snap. The house-elf froze in his tracks, stopped muttering, and then gave a very pronounced and very unconvincing start of surprise. “Kreacher did not see Young Master,” he said, turning around and bowing to Fred. Still facing the carpet, he added, perfectly audibly, “Nasty little brat of a blood traitor it is.” “Sorry?” said George. “Didn’t catch that last bit.” “Kreacher said nothing,” said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, “and there’s its twin, unnatural little beasts they are.” Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or not.

(OotP, 107-108)

I just see a lot of sassy potential in their dynamic.

8. Before he was hit with the killing curse, he and Lily had the same eye color, a deep, bright green. After Halloween 1981, Harry's eyes are always the shade of the killing curse, which is similar to before, just slightly lighter and brighter. It's barely noticeable unless in certain lighting, but Sirius was sure he was hallucinating from exhaustion on a few nights in Grimmauld Place where he looked at Harry, and his eyes shined just a little off, a little too brightly, the wrong color for just a moment.

9. He had at least 1 too sexy dream about Tom Riddle, and he never told and never will tell anyone if it's up to him. He tries to pretend it didn't happen tbh.

10. Same as number 9 about Sirius, honestly...

11. His animagus form would be a Raven. (Although I can see a few other forms as possible as well)

12. Sometimes, when I draw Harry, I add a little white streak of hair from his scar because I think it looks cool. Also, white hair and death connotation, so, yeah. I'd like to think that the white tuft became larger after he died and came back in the forest.

13. I usually imagine his scar going down through his eyebrow to around his right eye, basically I like it when Harry is very obviously and clearly marked by the killing curse. Unfortunately, canon contradicts this by him being able to cover the scar with his hair, and Snatchers in Deathly Hollows believed him to not be Harry Potter when he made shit up, so the scar probably isn't that noticeable. I'd like to think it is larger with very few lines going below his forehead, and just very very pale and almost invisible when Tom isn't angry over something.

14. He's short-sighted. Aka, his glasses are for looking at things far away, and if he wants to read, he can do so without the glasses, assuming he's holding the page close enough to his face. Actually, contrary to fanon opinion, I think Harry can see without his glasses, it's just really hazy, but if you stand close enough he would recognize you without his glasses. His sight isn't that bad.

15. I think throughout the series, his wardrobe slowly becomes more wizardy (and it could be really cool to implement something like that in the TV show). Basically, in year 1, he's always wearing his school robes over Dudley's muggle clothes, but through the years, he ends up buying random wizard clothing artifacts. So, in later years, he occasionally wore jeans under his robes, but sometimes he wore wizarding shirts. Sometimes, in books like 4 or 5, he could wear muggle sneakers with a casual wizarding robe on the weekend. Like, idk, I like the idea of this gradual change in his wardrobe and by book 7 when they are actively on the run from the ministry he's finally really looking the part of a wizard, but he isn't part of their society because of the war. Like, I just like this arc to his fashion that I made up in my head.

16. The one thing I might agree with the epilogue on in my headcanoned future, is that Harry declines going back for 8th year. Except in my head, he doesn't immediately go to Auror training, instead, he tries to take some time to figure his life out after everything, realizes he wants to go back to Hogwarts and that he doesn't know how to just sit down after 17 years of running on adrenalin and he ends up returning to the optional 8th year like 3 months late.

17. Harry's patronus is never going to change. He isn't going to allow that piece of his father to die, so I don't think it would change.

18. Like what I mentioned above about his eyes being just slightly off from Lily's eye color, I think his resemblance to James is like that too (and the books support me on this). In SWM Harry mentions how James has a longer nose than him and a different eye shape, and I think if you looked closely at James and Harry side by side, you'll see more and more of these differences. They look the same when you don't think about it, but once you look, they don't look like carbon copies of each other at all. I think Harry has James' eyebrows and jaw structure though.

19. For some reason, I headcanon Harry was born on the evening. Like, around 7 or 8. I really don't know why.

20. Harry doesn't know it, but he is attractive. I mean, I'm not sure I mentioned it, but girls in books 5 and 6 start looking at him, and sure, he is the Boy-Who-Lived, but if he wasn't attractive there wouldn't be that many attempts to dose him with love potion. Also, he is the son of James and Lily, so the potential there is high.

21. I'd like to think he keeps the ability to speak Parseltongue even after Voldemort dies and the Horcrux is gone. I like to think the Horcrux wasn't the only reason he could speak it. Like, in my headcanon, Lily is a descendant from a Gaunt family squib line and that's why Voldy's soul triggered the Parseltongue gene that was already there. So, in my version of the books in my head, Harry could still speak it even after book 7.

Like, these are the ones I could think of off the top of my head.

[juliasgoodusername]

Sometimes a girl has to go a little crazy. Sometimes a girl has to make a book-accurate floorplan for 300 Fox Way. These things just happen, sometimes.

Obsessive annotations under the cut ✨ but be warned, there's a LOT

Exterior

Okay first of all, I'm no architect, and my only knowledge comes from work experience in the real estate industry + a lot of Sims. The style is sort of neo-rural French colonial. I didn't set out to adhere to that standard so much as I made an amalgamation of homes in Blue Ridge Mountains-adjacent towns in Virginia. Specifically, my headcanon Henrietta template is Orange, VA (I'll save that explanation for another post) so I took inspiration from real estate listings from there.

Alright alright I know there is supposed to be one bathroom, but I simply can't tolerate that in a house with 6+ residents. I can't. There was a possible contradiction in the descriptions of "the single shared bathroom" that I used as an excuse to add a 3/4 bath, and I threw in a powder room for free. Because technically there is still only one full bathroom! But seriously with that many women over 30 most of them probably have IBS or chronic constipation and I'm not making them all share a toilet.

Officially we only have 4 bedrooms listed in text: Blue's, Persephone's, Maura's, and Calla and Jimi's shared one. Everyone else gets rooms that don't qualify as bedrooms via Virginia residential building codes (such as the attic, obviously, which falls below the combined ceiling height and square footage requirements). That really just leaves Orla unaccounted for but I'll get to that later. Other aunts and friends seem to visit during the day and live somewhere else, because in The Raven King only Jimi and Orla were described as needing to move out of the house during the demon stuff.

I designed the entire interior floorplan before I even touched the exterior, so there's a few issues, like how I'm totally missing shutters on the windows that functionally need them most. 🫶 I didn't feel like making the windows smaller to fit them, and I could have added faux-shutters but I think those are stupid. 😘

First floor

"This house is lovely. So many walls. So, so many walls," Malory said as Blue entered the living room a little later.

- Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Chapter 30

Right off the bat, we have an insane number of doors and walls. Old colonial houses are pretty much the opposite of open concept. Functionally I believe that's because it's easier to control heat with closed off rooms, but Virginia is not particularly cold so idk. As for the number of doors, I mean....😤😤😤 I prefer archways/doorless frames in small high-traffic spaces, but every time I thought I could get away with it Maggie would specifically describe doors opening and closing (For example BL,LB Ch 41 gives the reading room double doors, and even the living room gets one in Ch 11. What kind of living room needs a door???). I'm actually missing one of the doorways described in canon, but if you know which one I'm talking about I DARE you to find a place to put that thing!! But I digress.

“Mom," she said as she jumped down the crooked stairs.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3

I'm liberally using "crooked" to establish the corner turn stairs. Blue steadies herself on the stair railing when she identifies Gansey for the first time (TRB Ch 15), so I wanted the stairs to have good visual access to visitors. It also sort of has a feng shui-ish effect of separating the public and private energy zones in the house. If that statement made zero sense, I think one of us doesn't know enough about feng shui 👀 and it might be me.

I'm also using that quote to establish Maura's room downstairs, if Blue generally expects to find her mother there, but mostly because everything else was upstairs and it was getting hard to fit. Granted, at one point Blue leads the boys "up the stairs to Maura's bedroom" (TDT Epilogue) but since they were just arriving at 300 Fox Way those stairs could easily be the outdoor ones. There's a handful of little things to support me here, such as Adam grabbing a scrying bowl from Maura's room to use in the reading room (BL,LB Ch 41) implying that her room was the closest place to find one. And speaking of Maura's room-

Calla was overwhelmed by how much shit Maura had in her room at 300 Fox Way, and she told Blue this.

... The mess was taking years from her life. ... Maura liked chaos.

... The psychic hotline rang in the room next door. Calla's concentration fluttered away.

- Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Prologue

Maura is my favorite hypocrite. She claims to detest clutter (TRB Ch 34) and yet her room is literally described as chaos. She probably treats her room like a college student and moves the furniture every time she gets bored/stressed. Thus, I gave her the most insane furniture configuration I could think of while still matching all the contents described.

The phone ringing next door might imply that she neighbors the phone/sewing/cat room, but that area is pretty well described and Maura's room is never mentioned there in any other instance. That leaves us with the kitchen phone (TRB Ch 27) which I put in the hallway with kitchen access as a compromise so it would technically still be in a room next to Maura's.

In the reading room, the man looked around with clinical interest. His gaze passed over the candles, the potted plants, the incense burners, the elaborate dining room chandelier, the rustic table that dominated the room, the lace curtains, and finally landed on a framed photograph of Steve Martin.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 13

There are so many quotes about the reading room that I just don't feel like citing them, but other details include the mismatched chairs, the shelves, doors etc. It's also described specifically as Maura's "front room" (TRB Prologue) so it's one of the cornerstones that I designed the rest of the layout around. Because of the plants, it makes sense that this room would be south-facing too. (Although idk how much light they get with the wraparound porch awning in the way. Oops lol!)

The outside suddenly seemed vivid in comparison to the dim kitchen. The April-bright trees pressed against the windows of the breakfast area, ...

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3

Blue Stormed into 300 Fox Way's kitchen and began a one-sided interrogation with Artemus, who was still hidden behind the closed storage closet door.

- The Raven King, Chapter 9

Likewise, I'm using the particularly dim kitchen to place it on the north side, where we also know there's trees in the backyard.

I'll say the kitchen layout is weirder than it strictly needed to be because in the Virginia homes I referenced I adored all the strange kitchens, especially with old timey 'servants area' vibes where laundry kitchen and pantry are all connected. Instead of a kitchen island, they get one of those rolling kitchen carts which I doubled as a bar cart for the drinks they have in the living room.

The kitchen has a doorway to the hall (TRB Ch 13) and the living room is within view when Blue's on the kitchen phone (Ch 27).

Speaking of chapter 27, that's when we get the description "The morning light through the windows turned the drinks a brilliant, translucent yellow." So I put the living room on the east side of the house, where the rising sun would cast really strong light like that.

Second Floor

When she woke up, her normally morning-bright room had the breath-held dimness of afternoon. In the next room over, Orla was talking to either her boyfriend or to one of the psychic hotline callers.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3

Blue headed toward the red-painted door at the end of the hall. On her way, she had to pass the frenzy of activity in the Phone/Sewing/Cat Room and the furious battle for the bathroom. The room behind the red door belonged to Persephone, ...

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 11

Blue's room and the Phone/Sewing/Cat room are our cornerstones for this floor. In several examples we know that the Phone/Sewing/Cat room faces the street and has a window (TRB Ch 15, BL,LB Ch 4). While Blue's room is "morning-bright," we also get descriptions of guests at the front door "backlit by the evening sun," (TRB Ch 15) so once again we're probably talking about south windows if it's sunlit at both times of day.

Adam sat awkwardly on the edge of Blue's bed. It felt strange to have so easily gained access to a girl's bed- room. If you knew Blue at all, the room was unsurprising - canvas silhouettes of trees stuck to the walls, leaves hanging in chains from the ceiling fan, a bird with a talk bubble reading WORMS FOR ALL painted above a shelf cluttered with buttons and about nine different pairs of scissors. Against the wall, Blue self-consciously taped up the drooping branch on one of the trees.

- The Dream Thieves, Chapter 49

We get some great descriptions of Blue's room (especially TRB Ch 43), although the above one is my favorite (#wormsforall). Every piece of furniture is accounted for exactly as described except the desk which I added because it seemed practical, and Blue is nothing if not practical™.

Persephone's room is also very well-described, all the way down to the furniture and lighting placement (BL,LB Ch 4 and TRB Ch 11) and it's surprisingly similar to Blue's room, if not a bit smaller. Her room gets strong afternoon sunlight, so I put it on the south too (BL,LB Ch 43).

Calla and Jimi share a room that's also upstairs (TRK Ch 16). Because they are the only two who have to share a room, I have justified that it must be the "master bedroom" (sorry for using that term) and is far bigger than the other bedrooms. I managed to fit two queen beds in there, but some scholars [me] would argue that Jimi and Calla might also share a bed because they are in love. Can you prove me wrong? No, you can't.

As for the bathroom, remember when I mentioned a possible contradiction? Famously, Maura draws the ley line symbol in the steamed up shower door (TRB Ch 1). However, much later we get Maura, Orla, Calla and Jimi all sitting in the bathtub for some kind of ritual (TRK Ch 9). No matter how I picture it, I can't put 4 full grown women in a bathtub together without someone partially sitting on/spilling over the side. But that would be impossible in a combo bath/shower enclosed by glass doors!! Thus, I gave The Bathroom a nice tub and put a small shower in the en suite of Jimi and Calla's room. I know this is a stretch but I don't really care.

Attic

Blue had never been a big fan of the attic, even before Neeve moved in. Numerous slanting roof lines provided dozens of opportunities to hit your head on a sloping ceiling. Unfinished wood floorboards and areas patched with prickly plywood were unfriendly to bare feet. Summer turned the attic into an inferno.

... In one of the narrow dormers, two full-length, footed mirrors faced each other, reflecting mirrored images back and forth at each other in perpetuum.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 34

Trying to fit the attic access in after everything in the second floor was my biggest challenge, because stairs normally take up a lot of space and you have to be careful about head room. I'm the end, I decided it was one of those fold out attic doors that you have to reach from the ceiling of the hallway. We might get a lot of instances of the attic door being opened (😤 seriously, Maggie... 😤) but technically a trap door in the ceiling is still a door!

Dormers pretty much cemented the French colonial style for me. And you know the drill by now: a hot room probably means a lot of sun, which means I give it a south facing window!

Mud Room/Cellar/Basement

This cellar has absolutely zero mention in the text, but my justification is based in the architecture. So far we've got a funky old colonial house, built without a garage, lots of walls etc. Especially in a low-income/semi-rural area, it's not crazy to assume that 300 Fox Way was built before most residents had refrigerators (1930s-40s). Besides iceboxes, a major way to keep food fresh was root cellars. Modern renovations for old homes convert these to concrete basements, but that's why the basement is so small and connects to the kitchen.

My headcanon is that Orla originally shared a room. Pick whoever you want: Maura, Blue or Persephone, any of them would easily be such a chaotic roommate that Orla snapped and in a fit of teen girl rage moved herself down to the crummy dark basement. Over time, she made efforts to glamorize it, such as a vintage dressing screen to hide the flood drainage pump. The privacy also allows her to bring boyfriends over, even sneaking them through the mud room.

This is really just my artistic license, but I swear it makes a surprising amount of sense in context. There's cases of Orla sneaking into the kitchen (easier if she has a back entrance) and she's almost always using the phone upstairs or in the kitchen (because a basement would get bad reception) even though her calls get kinda ~intimate.

Aaaaaand I think that's everything. Sorry it doesn't look like the photo from the wiki at all, but I couldn't find a source for it and Victorian style wasn't super common in the areas I researched. Let me know if I missed anything major! I'll probably cry myself to sleep if so.

[subbytcklslut]

First Tickle Session (11/08/2024)

My first tickle session with @dca101

I'm going to do my best to recount everything, but frankly there was so much going on and I know I can't accurately run through every single second.

So, I'd been anticipating this session all week, it was my first REAL tickle session. It had me completely nervous in the best and excited way possible. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have butterflies as the hours ticked down closer and closer.

So of course when he got here we had a moment of just chilling, talking a bit. I got a hug which definitely helped put me at ease. We started slow, him just getting a quick tickle in here and there. I wore shorts, a bralette and a thin spaghetti strap tank. I wanted to be tame but also leave as much ticklish real estate exposed as possible, so yeah at one point the tank came off. I actually had shoes and socks on starting out, so he focused on my thighs and my hips. Working his way up and teasing my sides and finding out how ticklish my underarms are. It was all gentle tickling, some rough tickles mixed in and I can't believe how giggly I was already becoming.

Fun fact, he teased my neck a fair bit( which is a turn on for me) but ummmm he glided his hands along the backs of my shoulders which we both then discovered is weirdly ticklish. Needless to say he had to test every inch between my neck and shoulder blades. Meanwhile I'm scrunched up and trying to squirm away from it. He oh so RUDELY honed in on my knees with some nibbles. Lucky I didn't jerk from how mean and ticklish it was.

He eased me in to some of the tickle toys. The vibrating feather particularly tickly to my stomach and ummm breasts 🫣. I have found my ultimate weakness though in that pure torture device that is the double pronged flosser thing. Doesn't matter where it touched, I was a giggling and squirming mess. He gave me a break from that evil little tool, but it was time to experience my first taste of foot worship.... I can't believe how much I liked it. Feeling my toes in his mouth was actually kinda hot and it tickled the tiniest bit. Then the oil came out! He tested the ticklishness of my feet without oil on one and oil on the other, with the addition of the hairbrush(the only tickle tool I experienced until this point). He discovered an absolute death spot that was my toes and proceeded to call ME a liar for having thought the spot under my toes was the worst. Totally not my fault, so I was subjected to some torture on my poor toes with multiple tools.

Turns out, I'm certain areas I'm also very lickilsh. Um the underarms 😨 and my poor soles.

Of course my sassy and bratty self couldn't help it at times to bite back and it resulted in me getting pinned down(holy fuck was that hot and got more than it's fair share of moans) while he tickled my upper body. His teasing tickle talk only driving me more crazy and to more laughter. He got me to admit what a ticklish toy I am and um excuse me but how dare 😤💀

It wasn't until 3 hours in that the restraints came out. We kept it easy, rope and some good cushioned restraints. My heart was absolutely pounding with anticipation as I lay there while he secured me. Testing my mobility by tickling my foot, my thighs, my underarms. The real ticklish panic set in when I realized I couldn't stop or squirm or hide any tickle spots.

For all my bratiness he had to dole out some punishment to my oiled and secured feet,using each tool he had and really going to town with them. Again, that double pronged flosser is my weakness, followed very closely by grooming gloves 😵‍💫🫣 I was warned these toys were going to be intense but nothing can prepare you for them. Even writing this my toes are scrunching as I remember what happened. He had me so much in lee headspace that I couldn't help but beg and laugh. All the while just adding enough teasing torture to bring a whimper from me.

I'll admit, we had some NSFW tickles... Again that evil fucking flosser right along my pussy. The moans and laughter from me were embarrassing to say the least 🫣 but I fucking enjoyed every minute of that agony. We ended our session with one last vigorous torture to my feet, that evil fiend).

But honestly, the sweetest fucking thing was how caring and gentle he was. He made sure to give me breaks to breathe, letting me adjust to each new ticket sensation. Making sure I was okay with what happened and not pushing boundaries that I had set. He really helped ease me into my first session and I couldn't have asked for a better first time. He's an absolute teddy bear of a guy and snuggling him as both of our aftercare had me grinning ear to ear.

More sessions will definitely be happening and I'm damn lucky y'all 🫠

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Colby Brock x Reader

WARNINGS - Ghost hunting, Angst, and fear.

Summary - You, Kris and Celina are the guests for the next ghost hunting video with Sam and Colby. You all are ghost hunting at the Winchester mystery house. You and Colby are almost as close as Him and Sam. Secret feelings are way to obvious but you two are oblivious af. The girls and sam want to help you two come together tonight.

Masterlist

Feeling the wind in my hair brought joy to my already adrenaline pumping body. I was currently following Sam, Colby, Kris and Celina on my lovely blue motorbike. We were all getting together to ghost hunt at the Winchester mystery house today. Kris, Celina and I met a while back at their first ghost hunt together with Sam and Colby. Of course Celina had ghost hunted with them a total of 2 other times. It had been my 6th time with them, and us three hit it off pretty well. I met the boys when they invited me to go investigate the Waverly Hills Sanatorium. The fans knew me best for my biker videos on TikTok, I blew up the most for the ways I handled crazy and angry drivers. I was calm and struck back fast with great comebacks, easily shutting anyone up. The favorite currently was the one time I half pulled my hand gun when one guy got to ballsy.

This guy had cut me off for whatever reason, probably pissed that I was able to weave around him without any trouble but Idk. He came out with a baseball bat pointing at me. So I unzipped the conceal carry pocket that sat on the strap of my backpack and half pulled out my bright blue Glock 19 from Gen 4. He saw it and was quick to shut up and get right back into his car. So I zipped my my pocket back up and continued on when the light turned green. Of course this was caught on my 360 cam so I could set the video up perfectly for TikTok.

I also started a YouTube channel where I road around and either had great dialogue or went to Moto events. Recently I had also added some behind the scenes of videos I was apart of on other channels. This was all done with the agreement from whoever I was with at the time. I always made sure to post a few days after their video dropped.

Anyways, I was now right next to the window where the girls sat in the backseat. I waved and reached out for Kris's hand before slowing back down and returning to following the group. Finally within the next few minutes we were pulling into the Winchester house drive. I could see Sam begin recording the inside of the car, I'm sure he at some point zoomed in to see me in the background of the car close behind them. The most telling sign being when the whole car, besides Colby driving, turned around and began to wave to me. So of course I waved back.

Once we were inside, I parked beside their vehicle and began to discard my helmet and all other safety gear. Seeing as we didn't have to go far I didn't put all of it on. Mainly just the helmet and some safety pants, I allowed myself to ride with just my t-shirt so I could feel the cool breeze. I stuffed my safety pants, gloves, and keys into my backpack. Then stuffed the backpack into my helmet before setting it in the back of Sam and Colbys car for safe keeping.

Then we all walked up to the front of the house where we were given a quick run down of how our night was scheduled. Once that was done we got set up to record the intro of the video. The girls and I in the middle with a boy on each side. I stood closest to Colby with Celina between Kris and I and Sam on the far side by kris.

Of course both Sam and Colby did their typical intro talking about hell week and such while Celina, Kris and I just stood smiling. We gave some short "Hell yeahs" and similar exclamations while Sam talked about how the Winchester house was one of the scariest place at least some magazine said so. After that we went ahead and began to walk up to the front of the house. Colby had his arms up like he was some real estate agent showing off a luxury house.

"Colby you do this we're too scared!" Celina yelled out earning a giggle from me as Colby yelled back "No you gotta do it!" Kris volunteered to go in first, Once inside fully she looked back saying "It smells like death." I laughed. "Sounds so fantastic." I responded in a sarcastic tone.

Celina was quickly spooked by a manakin dressed liked Sarah Winchester. The room was decorated like the funeral of her husband. We continued to walk around slowly taking in the first main room of the house. I definitely had that strangely spooky vibe to it. Celina tried to get a 'sign' from a hand sanitizer dispenser at one point. But it gave her nothing which she then said "Its Dry, dry" Which I was quick to sarcastically respond with, "Just like how I was with my ex, drier than the Sahara desert." Which earned me a full blown break out in laughter from everyone as Sam brought the camera up much closer to me. "You said what y/n?" I smiled into the close up camera. "I said what I said and I meant what I said." Which earned more giggles from everyone.

We continued on until we were in front of a piano where Kris was about to play it, however we suddenly heard the sounds of the guest arriving which obviously scared the hell out of us. Celina even remarking how she almost shit her pants.

Quickly we went over to meet the guests and get right back into recording. First we were to meet Crystal who was an empathic medium. When we started recording she began to tell us what she saw and felt when it came to Celina. She could see ghosts but she was also a very special person who should be protected at all costs. We all agreed about that and Crystal then looked at me giving me a weird face. "There is something different about you, I believe you are very gifted person maybe even empathic in some way. I don't know how to read this well, I've never seen something like this. I do want to say its nothing negative its all positive. I just don't know to the extent what it is, maybe you just have tapped into this power yet and that's why it's so hazy for me." I looked into the camera with wide nervous eyes and then looking back we all moved on to sit with Crystal as she told us about her understanding of this house.

When we finished up talking to her, that when the guides began to take us on a tour around the house. This way we could better understand the lay out and also get another more informative rundown of the history behind everything in the house. We started with the Daisy Bedroom which was still prominently effected by the earthquake she had been stuck in.

As we moved on, Colby stuck closer to me and we began to chat a bit. "I'm glad to have you join us again y/n." I smiled at him. "I'm always happy to come hang with you guys, especially when you bring Kris and Celina along. This is the fucking dream team right here." He laughed at my statement before speaking again. "How long you gonna be around here this time? I know sam and I are staying for a few extra days as like a mini vacation. I think kris and Celina were going to as well to catch back up with us." I nodded and thought about it. "Yeah, I think I could see about extending my stay. Might have to switch rooms since they probably already have my room booked for after when I was planning to leave." Colby smiled. "If you end up needing a place to stay you could always bunk it with Sam and I. We got a suite so two beds and a pull out couch bed." I nodded and gave him sweet smile. "Okay Ill let you know if I need a space."

We continued our walk until we entered an area in a hallway were a few hallways connected to each other. The guide told us about Sarah and her height which lead to jokes about Celina being Sarah Winchester again. However as we continued through the house with the guide, it was constantly brought up and overly stated by the boys about the corresponding numbers. They would react in strange ways when anything was 7, 11 or 13. At one point they earned a reaction from Kris who said. "Colby and these numbers man? I don't know what this means." Colby was messy with his lips looking off into the distance which we all laughed at. "The fuck does that mean Brock!" I exclaimed.

Later on we had entered this room when all of a sudden Celina asked about a dog. She was telling us about how she had envisioned a small dog like what Sarah's dog was. While she explained it, I heard a sound behind us. I seemed to be the only one who noticed and I stared around the room trying to see what or where it was.

Kris noticed my quiet stare and asked what's up. "I just heard something but it hasn't happened again, so maybe a fluke." They all looked at me strangely before we just moved on. Finally we had finished everything that required a guide or other person in the house. So we went outside to get the final run down of our time allowance and a few other necessary things. Once they had left, we turned the camera back on and Celina started talking.

"I know that ghost hunting is really hard, so I got us all a crystal to protect us." As she handed them out we instantly began to laugh as she gave us all penis crystals. "These are shafts of protection, put it in your pocket and it will keep things from getting inside of you." With that she looked directly at Sam. "Yeah sam you need this for sure." I said.

After a little bit more talking, we went inside to the first room. We set up flash lights across from each other in the room. I stood next to Colby with the other three on the other side of the room. We started off with Celina asking questions.

"Sarah if you're here can you turn on one of these flashlights?" then she counted down from 3. However nothing happened making her sigh. We continued to ask questions however we were left in a heavy silence. After a while of this it was decided to try the Onvoy. Colby held the box and turned it on, stoping mid sentence to hear the tune it does when it turns on. I smiled as the others joked, kris even said "I love that, it's like a retro game." I stood near Colby again as he spoke to the camera, pointing at the box. While he spoke I copied his movements behind him, making fun of the poor guy. I could see sam smiling behind the camera, moving to make sure I was in shot too. Colby hadn't noticed so I made myself known when he finished saying "Something has to literally tap this for it to go off." So I said the same thing right after him, getting in front and kneeled down closer to the box.

Everyone laughed as Colby chuckled and then responded with "Are you copying me?" We had a small laugh before continuing on with the investigation. Finally we started getting answers with he machine, even the flashlight turned on a few times. Finally we started realizing that the spirit did not want us here, Celina asked if they wanted us to leave and it was almost an instant yes.

I felt a chill go up my back and seconds later kris would say she was freezing in here. Celina on the other hand was hot and feeling as if she was going to throw up. So we decided to take her outside, we wanted to give her time to herself. But in seconds she was running back in for us telling sam to turn on the camera and come with her.

She then told us how the sprinklers instantly turned on when she walked outside, so she leaned over this railing only to realize she felt completely fine now. I smiled at her after she finished talking. "You need to run outside babe, I will literally carry you all the way honey" Celina laughed and gave me a hug while Kris joined us in front of the camera and started talking me up. "For those of you who still don't know y/n like the rest of us. She is quite the hot mama, but not just that she built like the goddess Athena. Ready to go to war, She could probably outfit most of the guys watching this." I giggled but quickly disregarded kris. "No I would probably get shown up pretty easily Kris, You know I just like the physique that comes with muscles." Celina spoke up next. "Yeah those abs and biceps got you looking hot af y/n! Slay Queen!" We all laughed again. But then kris looked at Celina and they seemed to have the same idea. This time Kris spoke it out loud. "I'm sure there is a great guy out there just waiting to snatch up a goddess like you y/n" Unbeknownst to me they were not staring at the camera but directly behind it at Colby who may or may not have blushed a bit.

After the skit we all began to head to the next investigation area. The Witches Cap. When we got there and began to record, Celina pulled me and kris aside. First she handed kris a new slightly larger crystal penis saying "Here I got you one, cause things are getting a little more intense." She began to hand out a new one to everyone except me. One she looked at me she gave me devious smile. "You y/n however get something a little more special." Opening her back pack, she pulled something out. I couldn't see it yet as she hid it away from view still. "I know your don't need anymore protection with those muscles you got on you. So instead I thought I would give you something a little different." She opened up her arms to give me an apple, however it was carved out of rose quartz and the stem was a silver metal. Hanging around it was a silver chain necklace with a rose quartz heart wrapped with a bit of silver wire to keep in on the chain. "I thought you need a little help with your love life and Rose quartz is a good stone for that." I smiled and held the apple in my hand while removing the necklace to look at it too. "Thank you so much Celina! I hope I can pay it back by getting myself a man." She smiled and hugged me before we returned to the investigation. Sam held the camera and recorded Celina and Kris being goofballs with the crystal dicks. So I walked up to Colby and asked if he could help me put on the necklace. He said yes and gently began to help me move my hair out of the way. Once clasped he carefully lifted my hair out of the chain before coming back to the front.

"You look so gorgeous tonight y/n" I blushed thanking him. "You look pretty handsome tonight too Colby" He blushed as well. We heard some giggles and glanced over to see the others recording and laughing at us. "Awe look at the two love birds." Colby quickly tried to change the topic and get back to the investigation. Which kind of hurt but I knew that he was out of my league and I shouldn't get my hopes up.

As the investigation continued, we were now in Sarah's room. We had been lead in here by Celina who had seen the ghost of Sarah but also could feel her almost leading her. So now we sat down with a motion detector and rem pod out as we tried asking questions. I was sat between Kris and Colby, however Kris and I had locked arms and sat closer as stuff kept getting creepy. The spirit box had been pulled out at one point, things were being said answering our questions until it said my name a couple times. That when it really got creepy.

For some reason both Kris and I had looked to our right where this entrance to the room was. In that split second we both saw what looked like a person standing in the corner. We both freaked out and I moved back quickly on instinct, Colby grabbing me to calm me down subtly.

Sam decided to ask kris first who was in what seemed like shock as her instinct was to laugh at whatever that was. Kris even showed where and what we saw for an example. Soon after we decided to leave the room. However as we got to the 7-11 stair case, I heard something call out for me this caused me to stop and look around. I tried to find any reason for that voice. I didn't even notice that the group was now out of sight. However I soon heard them yelling for sam to turn the camera on, as Kris and Celina said they just heard a voice. I could hear them say they assumed it was me only to realize I wasn't behind them anymore.

I wanted to laugh at this however I heard another voice, I looked towards where I had heard it only to see the pitch black figure of a man with what looked like a long gun of some sort. He was standing maybe 3 feet away from me. This caused me to scream and seconds later the man disappeared. Tears were already falling from my eyes as this jump scare sent me into my fight or flight mode. Except some sort of malfunction must have happened in my brain as I quickly squatted down hiding my face in my arms.

I heard the sounds of the others running as some yelled "Holy SHit y/n! We are coming!" I think it was Colby who screamed for me as the others began screaming for me as well. It was easy for them to find me as there was only one direction to go. When I looked up I saw them a few feet away running to me, Sam holding the camera still recording as they saw my tear stained and still crying face. Colby knelt down to help me stand back up, his hands quickly came up to wipe my tear stained cheeks as Celina asked. "What happened!?" I gave myself a second to calm down as Colby gave me a hug. Once I could speak, I pulled back and began to talk. "So I heard this voice and stopped to try and see what maybe made a noise that sounded like a voice. However I found nothing only to realize you guys were so far down the hallway I could no longer see you but I could hear you. I was about to go catch up when I heard the voice again. So I turned around and saw this male black figure with a gun maybe 3 feet from me. It just scared the shit out of me and I guess my instinct was to curl up into a ball." I joked at the end trying to keep myself cool still.

Eventually we decided to keep moving on to the next investigation area. Colby stayed with me this time, his arm around my shoulders as he kept me near him. I was thankful for this cause I was definitely a little shook after that.

When we got there the boys began to tell us about the numbers they kept bringing up. Explaining how numerology works and why these numbers were so important. They explained how the numbers worked with the house, and then even went on to tell us what all of our numbers were and what they meant. Celina was 'the protector, Kris was 'the Teacher', Colby was 'the psychic' and Sam was 'the guide'. All of their numbers and descriptions were so on point with them. Once they had finished the boys looked at me with a slight amazement in their eyes. "Y/n your life path number is the exact same at the one this house was built on. You are the number 22 which is the master architect." Everyone gave a sound of astonishment as the pieces started to come together and make sense. Forgetting about this number being mine but the fact that the house was built on the number of the master architect? That's insane.

Sam continued. "On top of the whole house also being a life path 22, in our group we now have 3 spiritual outliers. 11, 22, and 33 Life path numbers are said to have higher psychic abilities." WOW was all I could say. Sarah Winchester was for sure the smartest woman I had ever known. There was too many things to be coincidental anymore, this was her way of sending a code to the future.

Soon we had moved on again, now we were back outside where it was cold as balls now. Kris, Celina and I huddled together while we waited for sam to go grab what he needed to give us. When he came back he gave each one of us a 'robe' so we could dress like Sarah Winchester. Celina got a green one, Sam had Red, Kris got Purple, and Colby had a blue one. I got the silver or grey one, I can't really tell.

We all then drew sticks to see where each one of us would have to start from and find our way to the 'witch's cap'. Sam got the farthest, I got the second worse option, Celina probably got the third worse in my opinion, kris and Colby were about tied for the best option among us all.

Once I got the text that I could start, I began to try and remember my way back to the witches cap. Each of us had been taken to our spots but we were only allowed to stare at the floor all the way their, that way no one could 'cheat'.

I could feel that I was almost too easily getting lost. Every turn I took and hallway I followed seemed to lead me back to the same room. I had ended up back in my starting room one too many times. This was strange, but It made me remember that this is a paranormal things sometimes. Ghost or spirits like to confuse and distort peoples sense of direction. I talked to the camera about my idea, telling them that they would just have to trust me that I was feeling lost even though they might not see it that way.

Eventually I finally made it to a new part of the house, but now out of the corner of my eyes I would see that damn shadow figure. One time I heard a loud running, which ended up being caught on camera while I whipped it to the direction I heard it coming from. "What in the holy fuck was that?!" I whispered out more scared than ever.

I could feel myself tearing up again a little, everything was becoming almost over stimulating to me as I once again began to get lost. I was now stuck in this new room as I tried to find my way back to that stupid witches cap. I'm sure by now at least half of the group had found that room. Only Sam was left by now I bet, besides me of course. Come to think of it I haven't seen any of the others, not even heard them.

Unbeknownst to me they actually had all made it to the room and were waiting for me. Sam, Kris and Celina were sure I was fine but Colby was slowly losing that assurance as he began to worry about my safety. He told them, "I'm worried because we haven't heard or seen her and she has been messed with the most tonight. Like the spirit box said her name, she saw that figure and heard voices. Who knows what else they might do now that she is alone." With his words the others began to worry as well.

Back to me I was now much closer to making it all the way to the witches cap. By now the figure seemed to show up in my vision more often. I heard more noises and voices. I could feel tears cascading faster down my face, I was beyond scared now. I felt like I was being targeted by one ghost, as the voices were all the same. The figure was the same every time, with the same build and gun in hand. I was now jogging trying to find the room. I still felt lost until I entered one specific hallway.

I was finally just a straight shot to the room, I could hear the worried voices of my friends in the distance. I let out a short whimpering cry as I bolted for the room. When I turned into the room I could see all of their shocked faces. My mind was on one track as I ran right into the arms of Colby who instantly reciprocated the hug. He was quick to try and help me calm down, realizing pretty quickly that I was silently crying into his chest.

Sam of course had the camera running while Celina gently took the camera I had from me. Kris was rubbing my back while Colby held me close. His hand was petting my hair while the other held me around my waist. He whispered to me. "Shhhh it's okay y/n. You're safe, I'm here. shhhhh" With his help I was able to slowly come down from the adrenaline and fear. It was then that I explained everything I had just went through from the beginning. I told them that I hoped my suffering was able to catch something on the stupid camera. I explained that there were at least 3 sounds that should have been more than loud enough to be heard.

Colby kept me close and in his arms as I explained, he didn't even let me go when we finally moved on. For now we would be sitting around Celina while she tapped into her psychic side. She explained before how she would see a little movie in her head. So we all became completely quiet to allow her time to meditate. Colby had his arm still around my shoulders, he held me close to keep me from getting targeted again.

While she told us what she was hearing and seeing, I stayed still in Colby's arms. It was as if I was frozen in place, however what finally broke me out of it was when it felt like she was talking to me. "y/n, things are going to change for you in the paranormal world, but you will greet it with open arms. Something bad will happen soon, keep him close." However when she said 'him' she enunciated it differently. As if she was trying to tell me with out really telling me who 'he' was. I could feel Colby stiffen when she told us something bad would happen.

After that she finished talking and allowed all of us to talk about the things she said. Everyone was more focused on the part about me, as it sounded like she was telling me the future. My near future was not looking the brightest. Finally we all packed up and began to head out. The boys went off to record their ending while the rest of us got ready to leave in the car. I began to put back on my riding gear and helmet.

I was ready to go when they came back over, the girls and I participating in some small talk. Colby gave me a back hug and I could see the sly smirks from the the girls. I knew exactly what they were thinking but I turned my attention to Colby as he spoke. "are you okay?" I nodded. "Yep now that I get to go back, sleep, and eat I am more than okay." He laughed with me agreeing that anyone would be more than okay knowing they could relax like that.

He then asked. "Would you like to get dinner together?" I smiled. "Sure I would love that. What kind of food you thinking of?" He then also adorned a sly smirk. "how about a quick run to jack in the box?" I instantly adorned a wide smile. "You know what makes me melt Brock." I told him. We laughed and the others all poured into the car. While I hopped on my bike and soon we were all off back to the hotel. When we got back the others decided to head back to their rooms, leaving me and Colby alone. Little did I know all three of them had given Colby a pep talk. They had told him this was his moment, saying stuff like he had done well protecting and comforting me all day now he needed to take that next step. They even said if they don't find out we are dating within the next few hours then he would be on a friend zone time out. Whatever that means.

However I didn't know any of this, I was completely oblivious thanks to my love for my bike. He waltzed over to me in the parking lot. "So my car or your bike?" he asked me. I smiled and pulled my back pack around. Smirking as I pulled out my passenger helmet. He smiled and took it form me putting it on. He slid on the passenger seat behind me, I grabbed his hands and put them around my waist, smelling as I told him to hold on tight. With the last word I clicked a button and my visor came down as I began to prepare to drive off.

The ride was fun and calm, his hands around my waist making my blush sometimes. I was definitely glad to have my motorcycle helmet to block the obvious blush.

When we got to the food joint, I parked in a nice spot where I could see my bike from the window. We quickly went inside giggling to each other like little kids on their birthdays. We ordered and were now waiting for Colby's name to be called. It didn't take long and we were finally walking outside with the food bags. We decided it would be more fun to eat outside while staring at the stars and moon together. The food was good and talking was nice. However when Colby went to go throw away the food some man came up to me. His beeline-ing for me instantly sent a chill through my system. I was instantly reminded of Celina's words. "Something bad will happen soon, keep HIM close." However by the time I thought about calling Colby back the guy was up close in my personal space. This caused me to back up a bit as he spoke venomously. "Oh don't back up pretty lady, I just wanna chat for a bit." I shook my head. "Not interested." he instantly grabbed my arm and began to pull me back. I started to pull away, this brought us to a stand still as we seemed to be at the same strength level. Thanks to my constant gym attendance and love for the grind.

Finally Colby returned, removing his hand from my arm roughly and pushing the guy back. "Don't touch my girlfriend, just move on!" He yelled at the guy. The weird man instantly got apologetic toward Colby. 'Oh sorry man, didn't know the bitch had a man." Colby got angrier at that. "Leave right now before you saying anything worse and get kicked the fuck out." He sounded like he had growled it out. The man instantly began to speed walk away, Colby turning around to check me over.

"Are you okay y/n?" I smiled at him nodding "Yeah, you know Colby I think this was one of things Celina talked about." Colby seemed to have a realization at this. He agreed, that this sounded a lot like what Celina had said, also that we would definitely tell the group later.

Suddenly I remembered something Colby had said. "So am I your girlfriend now?" Colby blushed and scratched the back of his neck. "Well I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend in a more romantic way." I giggled and gave him a kiss on the lips. "Well I think this was a pretty interesting way to finally get what I have been wishing for."

That night we returned to the hotel and Colby joined me in my room. We cuddled together as we watched Disney movies and finally fell asleep in each others arms. Pf course we got a round of cheers from the others in the morning when they learned the good news. Of course the predictions from Celina were also crazy.

Even after all the targeting from ghosts, Colby and I still found a way to have sweet cute moments together. Forgetting about all the hardships we each had experienced today.

[fuzzkaizer]

BOSS - CE-1 Chorus Ensemble

"... yeah, there’s a reason why they occupy so much Cabinet real estate. The company created the “first” of a variety of effects, and was certainly the first to offer many types in compact boxes. However, one such pedal is a stone-cold all-time classic despite never being offered in Boss’s trademark compact enclosure. That pedal is the CE-1 Chorus Ensemble.

Released one year after parent company Roland’s flagship Jazz Chorus amplifiers, Boss did what was once considered the unthinkable. Following the rapid and perhaps unexpected success of the aforementioned amp series, Roland wasted no time with ripping a circuit straight from them and putting them in a floor unit. In fact, this circuit ended up being the first pedal to bear the Boss name, and what a first it was.

Back when the CE-1 was conceptualized, the idea of mains-powered pedals was pretty commonplace. Mu-Tron effects used them, and so did MXR on some of its more ambitious models. Onboard and oftentimes custom-wound transformers ensured that voltages would be stepped down at precisely the right increments in order to preserve tonal integrity and headroom.

Of course, most pedals of the time also ran on nine-volt batteries, establishing a standard that continues today. But before these standards were established, the idea of grandiose effects thrived under the usage of mains power. Such a boundless canvas allowed companies like Boss to rip entire hunks of circuitry straight from larger silicon conglomerates and put them right at a player’s feet. These days, very few manufacturers offer such exacting circuitry, and the few that do charge exorbitant prices.

The CE-1 is one particularly exceptional example of this practice, because it expands on the original circuit, with the added bonus that you can play it through an actual tube amplifier. It also adds an extra functionality that the Jazz Chorus just couldn’t match. The Jazz Chorus gives players both Chorus and Vibrato modes, and to that end, serves up three knobs, of which Speed and Depth are two. The third knob is actually a rotary switch that chooses either mode. While the JC-120 offers a footswitch input to toggle the effect on and off, the CE-1 does one better and converts the rotary switch into a stompable button, meaning you don’t have to do the Angus Young duckwalk back to your amp mid-set to change modes. Nobody wants to do this.

Roland’s Jazz Chorus—and thusly the CE-1—couldn’t have come at a better time for end-users or commerce. Californian semiconductor company Reticon developed the first bucket-brigade device (BBD) and distributed them through the usual suspects, including Radio Shack under the store’s in-house Archer brand. The only problem—again for end-users and commerce—was that each one cost a crazy amount of 1970s dollars. Even at wholesale prices, Reticon’s SAD series of BBD chips made effects a bit on the expensive side.

Shortly after in Japan, Matsushita released the genesis of the Japanese BBD boom that ended up sinking Reticon and all pedals that relied on it. The first chip off the Matsushita line was the MN3002 and found its way into the CE-1 tout de suite. With the combination of the relatively inexpensive BBD and the full-strength brawn of the circuit itself, the CE-1 made a splash in the effects world and primed the pump for Boss’s compact series to take the effects world by storm.

The most unsung piece of the CE-1 puzzle is the onboard preamp that preps the signal for its impending modulation. While many effects and amplifiers (especially of this era) features “high” and “low” inputs, they usually correspond to a brute force approach that swaps out resistors in the signal path. However, the CE-1 preamp section starts with an op-amp preamp circuit that sweetens the signal, and switching over to high mode inserts a transistorized gain stage between the input and the op-amp section. This adds a velvety gloss to the signal before it ever sniffs the BBD chip, catapulting your tone into heights unreached by lesser devices.

It’s not often that almost 50 years later, no effect of a given type has surpassed the first one ever created, but such is the case with the CE-1. Its combination of unsurpassed tonal brilliance, component count and wacky power requirements has cemented its place in the effects hall of fame, leaving even the most modern refinements squarely in the rear-view mirror."

cred: catalinbread.com/blogs/kulas-cabinet/boss-ce-1-chorus-ensemble

[girlelle]

the scandals are flying high in Bridgerton season 2

The truth always come out!!!

I finally watched season 2 of Bridgerton. And it was phenomenal!

The Sharmas have made it to England. Anthony Bridgerton is looking for marriage. Queen Charlotte is looking for the new diamond of the season amongst the debutants. Lady Whistledown is selling her gossip news. And the Featherington family is deeply in debt.

Let the scandals begin!

Lady Danbury has a plan of her own. She is sponsoring Edwina Sharma(visiting from India) who is debuting this season and looking for a husband. After Lady Danbury finds out a secret amongst the Sharmas, she pulls some strings with the Queen to get her to make Edwina the 'diamond' this season to shake things up. I think Edwina makes a nice diamond, but she is so clueless to many things. And finds out the hard way...unfortunately

BUT, before Lady Danbury learns of the secret - Kate, the sister of Edwina goes out for a horse ride and runs into Anthony Bridgerton who she has never met before. Kate is not looking for a husband and is only in England to help her sister find a husband. She and Anthony have an exchange, and he seems intrigued by Kate who's very outspoken. AND she beats him in a race. So he finds her interesting and want to know more. But Kate isn't interested and runs along.

Kate is smart, I really like her. She takes care of her sister, and has a strong sense of reality. I thought she was more ready for a husband than Edwina...but understand why Edwina was the chosen one. Again, more secrets. LOL

Once Edwina is announced as the 'diamond' Anthony- who is looking for marriage, immediately ask her to dance and becomes very interested in her.

Kate notices them dancing and remembers him from the horse ride. She then over hears Anthony tallking stating he is not intereted in love, and looks at the marriage as more of a business situation. Kate becomes on a mission to keep Anthony and her sister apart. However, Edwina becomes more interested in Anthony and hopes that he asks her to marry him. Once again, just pretty clueless and eventually things spiral out of control. YIKES

During Kate's quest to keep them apart, something happens. Things start to shift with Anthony and Kate. And things from here on start to get awkward between them. I love a little scandal...right???!!! things start to get real spicy here.

All while Eloise is obssessed with Lady Whistledown and does everything possible to figure out who is behind putting out all the gossip. She starts lying to her family so she can continue her quest to find out who Lady Whistledown is but then runs into trouble with the Queen. And she meets someone special. Things start to get messy. she WONT stop. lol she is totally obsessed. She drives me crazy with this obsession!!!!

Penelope tries to talk sense into her to leave it alone and stop the quest for Lady Whistledown, as it is too dangerous. Penelope gets worried. Is she getting too close...uh ohhhhh

The Featherington's receive a guest- Jack Featherington, heir to the estate. He comes with some secrets of his own. MORE scandalssss. This guy was my least favorite of season 2. He lacked a personality. LOL, but adding to theme, he came with secrets. Is Jack really trying to save the Featherington's estate or get something else out of all this?? Don't worry he gets called out on his schemes soon enough smh

Everything blows up for everybody. All the scandals, secrets are revealed.

I wont spoil anything, but we did get a marriage, Lady Whistledown will continue to write, even though her cover mayyyy have been blown. Honestly, can't blame her for writing all the gossip. Especially after seeing the ugly things people say about her and laugh about her(not revelaing who she is here...hahaha)

I knew Eloise would figure out who was behind lady whistledown with all the obsession she had with her. We will just have to see how things progress in season 3. Oh, and it looks like Jack Featherington is leaving town...yayyyyy

All in all, I love this season so much. There was always some drama. Some very intense moments. OMG...covers were blown. Just all so good! If you haven't watched...please go watch on Netflix!

Rating: 5/5

[onebatch2batch]

i was tagged by @carry-the-sky twice for a wip (insert)day so i’m showing two excerpts. one from a fairly dark “karen’s ex todd shows up to get his revenge and frank gets there just in time” kastle fic i’ve been workin on 👀

Frank crosses his arms and then uncrosses them again. Taps his pant leg with his fingers. Grimaces. “I’ll pick up the cake.”

“And Karen.”

“And…I’ll think about it.”

David waves a hand. “What’s there to think about? I’ll text you the address for the cake. It’s just down the street from her place.”

Frank stops short, narrowing his eyes.

David grins. He looks fucking ridiculous with the patterned shirt and the stain on the chest. “What? I was curious.”

“You look like an asshole,” Frank mutters, petulant.

“Yeah, well, looking like one and being one are two different things and you’ve got the real estate capped on being one, buddy. Go get a girlfriend. Don’t forget the cake.”

and something else from a silly lil thing i’ve been playing around with 😊

He’s sitting in a coffee shop when he catches a glimpse of her name, and his entire body lights up with electricity. It’s an ad in the paper—small, tucked away in between blurring lines of text. Nelson Murdock and Page it reads, and her name sears against his eyelids as if he’s been looking at the sun for too long. There’s a phone number listed beneath, an offer of services.

He’s not going to call the number. He’s not.

His phone—the ridiculously goddamn breakable piece of glass Lieberman talked him into a few weeks ago—sits like a brick in his pocket.

He takes a determined gulp of his coffee. He’s not going to call it. He’s got no reason to call the office of a woman he may or may not have feelings for, after stubbornly closing the door on her feelings all those months ago. That would be—nuts. Crazy.

“Nelson, Murdock and Page,” a familiar voice chimes in his ear, out of the phone in his hand that he doesn’t remember picking up.

Shit.

“Uh,” he says. “Karen?”

There’s a loaded pause. “I’m sorry—“ A shuffle. “—is this—?”

Panic. Pure panic. He tears the phone away and taps the screen rapidly until the call ends. He slaps it onto the table and stares at it helplessly with his lungs aching like he’s just run a mile. What kind of idiot is he? What was he thinking? What the hell’s the matter with hi—

His phone buzzes against the table.

tagging whoever wants to play!!! 💛

[honeysocksp]

And They Were Flatmates!

Oh my god they were flatmates! 😧

No, I can’t stop drawing scenes from this fanfiction. Why would you even dare ask me?

snatched from thissss please read this fanfiction if you like Lawlu or just appreciate good writing! Spice is crazy good at writing 👍🥚

I kinda suck at anatomy but pretend I don’t please <3

Dunno if I got Luff’s skin colour on point or not— he’s tanned in the fanfiction and also has a lilllll bit of a moustache only a bit though 💀

| Bonus v

While drawing this I kept on getting an ad from “Jason Clark” talking about his real estate business and how he is the best at selling houses. I got really angry with this guy whenever he popped up and while on a call with my friend we started a joke and uh...

True beauty was birthed. Jason Clark x Luffy AKA “Juffy” as dubbed by my friend. I’m sorry but also not to Mr. Clark.

[freaky-dan]

Every Show (That I remember) I watched When I was a child (2-7 years old) (ive said jesus fucking shit out of nostalgia like 13 times now)

Olivia

Angelina Ballerina

Pajanimals

Thomas The Train

Wild Kratts

Octonauts

Peppa Pig

Super Why

That one show on nick junior about the dog school

My Little Pony

The Who Was Show

Pokemon X and Y

Pokemon Sun and Moon

The Chica Show

This one real estate ad where there was a graph and it would like- highlighter in

Teen Titans Go

Spongebob Squarepants

Daniel Tiger

PUFFIN ROCK (ITS SO GOOD AND SO UNDERRATED I LOVE PUFFIN ROCK)

Glitter Force

Bubble Guppies

Yo Gabba Gabba

Paw Patrol

Team Umizoomi

Wonderpets

Blues Clues

Dora the Explorer

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

Dino Dan

Powerpuff Girls

DinoTrucks

Shaun the Sheep

Scout

Leapfrog

Carebears

Fireman Sam

Bob the Builder

anyone else know that one song from like 2012-2013 (I have no clue how i remember this) there was this song that would come on every so often, I forget which channel, that was these guys in multicolored jumpsuits and the song lyrics were like.. "got ants in your pants ive youve got ants in your paants" like does anyone else know what im takling about or am i crazy?!?

[jeongyunhoed]

The third and final story in the 100-Day trilogy, taking place four years after the events of The 100-Day Relationship and two years since the events of I Do. When the patriarch of the Choi family suffers a heart attack, the entire clan decides to visit the estate in the hopes of getting in his good graces and parts of his fortune before he passes. Seonghwa and Juhyun now find themselves clashing with nosy relatives who threaten to split them up and have her removed from any possible inheritance.

Inheritance 

Member: Seonghwa Pairing: Seonghwa/OC Genre: I’m going to say angst-fluff, drama, intrigue. Things to note: Art Curator!Hwa, a lot of crazy rich stuff again (for real, this will have A LOT), and perhaps some adult-y things.

Watch out!: More drama ahead. Marital arguments, hidden cameras because bitchy relatives and worse exes paired together make a horrible combination.

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long. I kind of steered away from Kpop for a bit but I managed to unclog my brain enough to be able to write this chapter. Tag list is open as always.

Tag list: @kflixnet , @treasure-hwa    

Masterlist

Chapter 4

The news of the Choi patriarch’s death spread to the news outlets almost immediately, partly due to Daeyoung’s acquaintances at one of the newspaper outlets in both Japan and Korea. The article reporting of the death took up more ad space in the obituary section, much to Daeyoung’s liking. It led to Jongmin and Hyunwoo insisting that the wake and the funeral be held completely private, away from the prying eyes of the media. 

“Choi Hyungsuk, the head of one of the country’s wealthiest families, passed away of natural causes this week. The chaebol is survived by his three children; Choi Hyunwoo, Choi Jongmin, and Choi Seonak, eight grandchildren, and three great grandchildren. The CEO position of the family’s company is now undetermined with the patriarch’s shares up for grabs.” 

Hyunwoo put down the newspapers after reading the article that morning, shooting a glare toward his son, who seemed especially pleased with what he did over breakfast. “Did you really have to make this all a show?” He asked. 

Daeyoung shook his head. “I didn’t write it that way, I just told my contacts the points that needed to be mentioned,” He said. “The shares grandpa owns are public information, father. In every country he’s got properties in.” 

“You do realize that the country we have been living in has inheritance taxes, right? If anything, the only one squandering whatever money we have just so happens to be my only son,” Hyunwoo frowned. “Have those investors of yours been delivering on what they said they’d do anyway?” 

“Father, you sound as if uncle Jongmin is the one who will get grandpa’s shares when we all know that you, the eldest in your family, will rightfully receive all of those, however much grandpa still owns in the company,” Daeyoung pointed out. 

Hyunwoo knew his son had a point, but there was none in trying to explain how he honestly had no care for it. Hyunwoo was always more than happy to receive whatever he could for as long as he had a place in the company – he would always assure his family that having less of those shares meant having less of a burden. His wife, while relieved that he felt that way, always had that underlying concern that one day, Hyunwoo might see things from Daeyoung’s point of view, or even from Seonak’s point of view. 

Despite Daeyoung’s insistence on flaunting their wealth, Hyunwoo and Jina knew that at the end of the day, they are still much better off now than if they got more. Jina, who also came from old money (her family owns one of the country’s major banks that have branches in several countries), knew to teach her children to be content and happy while striving for more purpose in the world. Both Hyunwoo and Jina had even questioned at one point if Daeyoung was really their son and not Seonak’s. 

“I don’t think it’s the right time to think about the family business, it’s important to take some time to grieve properly, isn’t it?” Jina said while taking a sip of her tea. “We must all be present at the wake later, Eunhyung and the rest of the staff are making the preparations while we’ve done all we could for the rest. If there are reporters present, no comment as always.” 

Daeyoung and Hyemin exchanged looks. “But, mom-” Hyemin tried to interject. “With all due respect, I think the people should at least know-” 

“Know what, Hyemin?” Hyunwoo spoke again, making her sit up straight, falling silent. “They know what they need to know. There’s no other news. They’ve already brought up how my father’s shares at the company are up for grabs, that’s all the media circus this is going to get.” 

Soohyuk, who had been quiet this whole time, excused himself and brought his plate and cup out from the dining area, passing it to the helper who was nearby and quickly went down to place it in the kitchen. Having heard what happened that drove Juhyun and Seonghwa to leave the estate and return to the city, Soohyuk returned to his room and packed his things. They were all set to leave the estate anyway until the day they would be called to return for the will reading. 

He had grown to see how his own parents were from an early age, just by observing how Daeyoung treated everyone and how Hyemin was with her own group of socialites that married richer husbands. Soohyuk had also gotten teased for his family’s wealth, but, like his other aunts and his much younger uncle, he shrugged it off. Daeyoung and Hyemin never even knew that Soohyuk worked for a university newspaper and that he was becoming interested in one of his classmates, a girl named Rie Tachibana, whom he got to see in their philosophy and literature classes. 

Soohyuk could only imagine what his parents would say if they found out that he had asked her out. He knew they would grill Rie much like how Daeyoung and Seonak rounded on Seonghwa and Juhyun during the dinner. He took out his phone and glanced at the door before locking it. He didn’t want to be disturbed, much less get caught for now. Maybe when he proposed to Rie, he could, but not for now. 

He sat back down on the edge of the bed and tapped his phone’s contacts, to her number. Soohyuk took a deep breath and tapped the video call feature, seeing it ring. Rie’s sudden appearance on his screen nearly made him fall over in surprise. 

“Hello? Soohyuk-kun!” She said with a smile. 

“H-hi,” Soohyuk smiled back, hoping that his cheeks weren’t red. 

“What’s up? I still have to revise that article I’m doing on the school’s cheerleading squad. I heard you’re in Korea, but you seem to be in some hotel?” Rie asked. 

Soohyuk shook his head. “It’s the ancestral home, but not really,” He said. He looked down for a moment. “I admit, I just wanted to call you after what’s been going on.” 

“Oh-oh yeah, I’m sorry about your loss,” Rie’s tone softened. “I’d visit you if I could. The funeral’s going to be there, I presume?” 

“Obviously,” Soohyuk chuckled. “But I could arrange for you to come here if you’d like.” 

Rie raised a brow. “That’s a weird way of asking me out. We had a nice time before.” 

“Well that was before,” Soohyuk tried to sound cool. “We did agree to another date, didn’t we?” He said, hoping that he wasn’t smiling so wide. 

Rie nodded. “Yes we did. When you get back, maybe we could have dinner again, without talking about the newspaper or homework or any of those lectures,” She pointed out. 

“Deal,” Soohyuk nodded. 

Rie nodded as well. “Must be nice to live like you, huh?” She said, looking a little wistful. “Don’t have to worry about a thing.” 

Soohyuk shook his head. “It seems that way, doesn’t it?” 

There was a knock on the door and Soohyuk could only wave at Rie before hanging up. He rushed to unlock and open the door and saw Sangmin come in, holding his gaming console. “Soohyuk hyung! Want to play some Mario Kart?” He asked. 

Soohyuk shook his head. “Only for a little bit. I’m packing up to leave.” 

Sangmin’s head tilted and he looked at the older male with slight concern. “You’re leaving too?” He asked. 

“Oh, yes, yes, aren’t we all? Shouldn’t you be packing to go home?” He asked. 

Sangmin nodded. “I already did it. I knew we were going to leave the moment Juhyun noona and Seonghwa hyung left the other day.” 

Soohyuk let out an exasperated sigh. “Ah right. You think aunt Seonak drove great grandpa to his death?” He grinned. 

The younger male laughed out loud. “I wouldn’t be surprised. So, Mario Kart?” 

Soohyuk nodded. “Alright, grand prix, okay?” He said, following Sangmin out of the room. He would much rather focus on a confusing race track than have to deal with his own family at the moment. 

~ 

While most of the public took little notice of the Choi patriarch’s passing, the news was arguably the most important among society circles in Korea. Many trust fund bachelors were already making bets as to which Choi family member would take the lead – as Juhyun’s father was the one in Korea and was therefore more public, he was the most obvious choice. Hyunwoo was second place. Seonak wasn’t given a passing thought given that she was based in Switzerland and hadn’t set foot in Seoul, more less Jinju, for years since moving to Geneva. 

Even Seonghwa’s family was aware of what was happening, and in turn, sought to travel to the funeral hall where the wake was being held to pay their respects. Seonghwa’s grandmother, whom had viewed Juhyun’s grandfather as a best friend in recent years since their reunion, was especially saddened yet she wasn’t crying. Seonghwa knew this from seeing her take a lot longer to move to the side after almost every visitor paid their respects. 

It was an all-black affair, with some of the men looking rather tired – many would compare them to celebrities getting into trouble with the law and are in the midst of a court case. Hyunwoo’s comparison was accurate – that the news of the patriarch’s death was followed by a media circus. 

Some politicians – Hyungsuk’s old colleagues or peers – had even arrived to pay their respects and give their condolences to Jongmin, Hyunwoo, and even Seonak. While Hyunwoo and Jongmin were grouped with the tired celebrities in terms of looks, Seonak looked as polished as ever. Maintaining the bob she had not long after the passing along with a full face of makeup. Hyemin of course, took after her aunt-in-law in a freshly-styled hairdo and a full beat. 

Juhyun, on the other hand, looked as simple as she had always been – unintentionally meeting the criteria of what was popularly constituted as “quiet luxury.” Seonghwa knew that she had only thrown on the first things she saw in her dressers. She watched the visitors come up to the front, approach the portrait of her grandfather, then leave, but not without passing all of them to greet them briefly before really leaving the place. 

She wasn’t particularly close with her grandfather over the years. As far as she knew, she only remembered afternoons when he would take her to the local supermarket and buy her snacks to eat for school in the coming week. Juhyun also remembered summers when she was a child, watching him hover over the cooks in the kitchen, not to criticize their way of cooking, but to ask them about it. It wasn’t something her grandmother approved, but the cooks were grateful nonetheless. They would rather have Hyungsuk than her grandmother hovering over them. 

Whenever her grandmother would constantly ask them to pose for photos, the same kind, Juhyun remembered, her grandfather would call her out on it. 

“Again?! We just took a lot of photos a few minutes ago!” She remembered him often saying. 

When her grandmother died, it was still quite a somber affair. But Juhyun remembered Seonak asking who stands to also inherit parts of her wardrobe. Being the only child on her side of the family, Juhyun’s grandmother basically had everything she could ever ask for and more. Naturally, Seonak got most of her wardrobe, including her jewelry. Those never saw the light of day unless she planned on showing off to her friends, which was almost every week. 

The rest of the wardrobe, made up of pieces that Seonak didn’t like or thought was garbage, ended up with Eunhyung. Hyungsuk, of course, did not object. 

It was a tense greeting when Juhyun and Seonghwa showed up that day of the wake. She only nodded in acknowledgment when Jihyun and Bin arrived, only for Juhyun to pull Seonghwa away when they planned to approach them. The conversation at the estate was still fresh in her mind, and Juhyun felt like she needed to stand her ground in deciding that she would not attend the wedding unless Seonghwa was invited too. 

“Do you think they can change their minds about your aunt’s condition of letting them get married in Geneva?” Seonghwa muttered to her as they walked to the side, a little away from the growing crowd and clusters of people stopping to send their condolences. 

“I wouldn’t put it past them, but,” Juhyun sighed. “At this point, I’m starting not to care. If they want to stick with that, then so be it. It’ll save us the time and effort to clear our schedules.” 

Seonghwa reached down to hold her hand, lacing their fingers together. “But Jihyun’s your sister,” He said. 

“But you are my husband,” She countered with a squeeze of his hand. “I married you, which makes you more important than them to me.” 

Seonghwa felt incredibly moved, but it didn’t take away the bit of guilt he felt for Juhyun missing out on Jihyun’s wedding because of him. He also knew Juhyun had a point. They were now more important to each other than everyone in their immediate families. He kissed her cheek and pulled away to get them some water. 

As he approached the water cooler to fill two cups, he suddenly saw Seonak making her way over to him. Seonghwa tensed up, trying to make this as quick as possible only for the older woman to stop him. “Seonghwa, hello,” She said with a smile. 

“Hello.” 

A small smile appeared on her lips. “How are you finding all of this? The frenzy surrounding my father’s passing?” She said. 

It’s a trap, he thought. Seonak’s trying to find his weakness. He needed to be careful. “Somber. He was a good man to have many friends come and see him,” Seonghwa replied, trying to be as polite and as formal as possible. 

Seonak nodded, taking one of the cups of water from his hand and taking a sip. “Walk with me, will you?” She said, gesturing to the nearby hall where there hardly weren’t any people. 

Seonghwa could feel his heart pound as he agreed. The anxiety was growing as he walked alongside Juhyun’s aunt. The very aunt she hated, along the empty hall. Juhyun was going to wonder where he had gone off. He refused to say another word unless she spoke. 

And Seonak did. “You know, you could imagine my surprise when I found out that everyone else was invited to your wedding except for me,” She started, taking another sip of the water that was meant for Juhyun. “That’s quite disrespectful, you know.” 

Seonghwa reminded himself even more that whatever he said next, Seonak may use against him. “Sorry,” He said, still keeping it as formal and as polite as possible. He somehow had a feeling she was anticipating that he get down on his knees to beg for her forgiveness, that he’d squeal. Seonghwa knew not to explain any further and keep it at that. 

“But then again, I suppose it might be out of shame that Juhyun settled,” Seonak said with a simper as they walked. “That girl could potentially have everything, including a high quality husband.” 

“...Excuse me?” Seonghwa blurted out. 

But Seonak only chuckled, as if expecting the reaction. “Juhyun settled with you. She never got it into her head that she could do so much better, aim much higher. For gods’ sake, she was nearly propositioned by the English nobility. We could’ve had a duchess in this family.” 

“What?” Seonghwa was trying to wrap his head around what the older woman was saying. 

Seonak sighed, giving him an apologetic look. “Why even waste your time trying to fit in, Park Seonghwa? If there is one thing you should know, even now that both my parents are gone, you will never be enough,” She said. 

There it was, Seonghwa thought, as he noticed Seonak take a folded wad of paper out of her purse and handed it over to him. “What’s this?” He said. 

“Something for you to think about. I know it’s already been a few years,” Seonak said. “But there’s still time to make things right, let Juhyun be where she belongs. It’s not too late.” 

Seonak walked off, tossing the now-empty cup of water into the dust bin. Seonghwa could feel the weight come off him, like the dark cloud had now left and dissipated. He remembered that Juhyun would be looking for him right about now. If anyone told her they saw him walk and talk with Seonak, Seonghwa knew she was going to be curious. 

He looked down at the folded wad of papers she gave him. A nagging thought was beginning to surface in his mind. Seonghwa hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was, while he slowly unfolded the paper. The words printed at the top only confirmed his nagging thoughts. To make things worse, most of the paper had already been filled out with both their names. 

Application for Uncontested Divorce

~ 

The executor of Hyungsuk’s will announced that the reading would be done a month later, and everyone left for their respective homes. In the case of Seonak and her family, she opted to remain in the estate while her two daughters and son-in-law stayed elsewhere. The funeral was held just as quickly and as privately, a ceremony amongst the immediate family that made up the entire Choi clan. The three children of the patriarch had only permitted guests and visitors, to pay their respects at the wake. Seonak especially saw to it that not even Seonghwa’s grandmother was invited. 

Despite the trying time for the entire Choi clan, Juhyun still brought herself to work. Being in the office served as a welcome distraction from the family members she had to tolerate.She insisted on showing up for work even if Seonghwa told her that it was likely going to be fine for her not to show up for that same reason. Her doing so shocked the employees and supervisors that were part of the new division she was put in charge of: Cosmetics. 

A board meeting to discuss the upcoming cosmetic exhibition later, Juhyun returned to her office. Seonghwa was suddenly waiting for her, sitting on the couch. “Hey,” He said, standing up when she closed the door behind her. 

“Seonghwa? What brings you here?” She asked. 

He was suddenly unsure of whether or not to say it. While he wanted to always be honest with Juhyun, what Seonak proposed he do would only cause them both harm. “I just wanted to see you, how you’re doing,” He took her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “It hasn’t been long, how are you feeling?” 

“Fine, really. I’ve had time to process everything. Oddly I’m not so sad,” Juhyun said, looking up at her husband. “What about you? You really worried?” She raised a brow, sensing something different. 

Seonghwa smiled. “I need to talk to you about something. It’s about what happened during the wake,” He said, letting go for them to sit down again. 

“Oh? What happened at the wake? Did aunt Seonak give you another condescending look?” Juhyun frowned. 

He shook his head. “No, it’s something different, actually. She said you were nearly propositioned by an English royal,” He revealed. That much he could say for now, he thought. “Did it really happen?” He was curious. 

Juhyun stared at him for a moment. “She said that to you?” and he nodded. “Did he, really? As far as I know, I was sitting next to the woman he ultimately proposed to.” 

It was Seonghwa’s turn to be confused. “...What?” 

“Lord Oliver Montague of Mayfair,” Juhyun revealed. “I didn’t think he would actually propose to me all those years ago. It was early in college, before Jihan took notice of me. I kind of helped him when he was lost in Sanary-sur-Mer during the summer break, and he thanked me by inviting me to his family home.” 

Seonghwa took note of every detail she revealed about the man, unsure whether to feel insecure or not. “Was he handsome?” 

“He was good-looking, I admit,” Juhyun said, her expression falling slightly the more Seonghwa asked. “But he was more than 10 years older than me at the time, he wasn’t going to wait to start a family if he proposed to me. The woman I sat next to, her name was Monique Rahman, she ended up becoming his wife. Now she’s Lady Montague.” 

“You seem so up-to-date with Lord Oliver’s whereabouts,” Seonghwa noticed. 

Juhyun shook her head. “Not really. He just sends me a message every now and then, telling me what he’s been up to. He’s happily married to this day and good for him.” 

“Oh, oh good, good for him,” Seonghwa nodded. “Sounds like a good guy.” 

She studied his reaction. “Seonghwa…I married you. Aunt Seonak is trying to get into your head the way Rebecca was trying to get into mine,” She assured him, voice low. 

“I know, I know,” He replied. His mind was racing. All he could think about was the wad of paper that he tucked under his desk at the museum. “I mean, we could’ve both settled with them, right? But we settled with each other.” 

Juhyun raised a brow. “What do you mean?” 

There it was, it felt like there was no way to stop what Seonghwa knew he was going to say. Juhyun sensed it too. “I mean, had you settled for that British Lord, and I with Rebecca even if she was the one who left me, we would’ve turned out very differently, right?” 

“Seonghwa,” Juhyun stood up. “Are you hearing what you’re saying?” 

“Loud and clear,” He stood up as well, a sigh escaping his lips this time. “Lord Oliver’s proposal seems too good to be true to pass on.” 

“But I didn’t get proposed to by him, Seonghwa,” Juhyun argued, shaking her head. “I didn’t. Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? Monique Rahman is Lady Montague, not me.” 

Seonghwa felt like he was having a mental breakdown the more he pressed on the aristocrat. “You truly are fucking beautiful, you refuse to see that. No wonder you caught the attention of that British guy,” He said. He couldn’t help it. It was like trying to stop a leaking faucet but to no avail. 

Juhyun was trying to wrap her head around the things Seonghwa was saying. “What are you accusing me of? You asked me about what Aunt Seonak told you, and I told you, there was nothing going on. I did say he was more than 10 years older than me, and he wouldn’t be waiting long to start a family if he proposed to me then and there,” She approached him and held his hands. 

“Is that why you turned him down?”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Seonghwa,” She whispered. “I never had feelings for him. I didn’t look at him the way you think I did. And that was years ago, before I met Jihan. Why are you sounding like I cheated on you?” 

Seonghwa sighed and rested his forehead on hers. “I can’t help but think that maybe you’re better off with someone who’s also old money like you-” He was cut off when she kissed him. 

Juhyun felt her eyes welling up with tears that silently streamed down her face. She slowly pulled away, her forehead still resting on his. “I’m sorry my family’s like this,” She whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

That only made Seonghwa kiss her again. Juhyun didn’t have to apologize, and he knew that very well. But at this moment, he knew that he hurt her, just as much as he hurt himself. She kept whispering apologies as they lingered. 

Juhyun felt like her heart was breaking. It felt like a wound being reopened for the whole world to see once again. She felt like no matter how much she tried to convince him, it wouldn’t do. She was just relieved that no one else was around, or at least overhearing this conversation outside. It was her idea in the first place to pretend that they were in a relationship. It was now making her think that had she not asked Seonghwa back then, things wouldn’t be this painful. 

“It’s just as my fault for thinking that…” Seonghwa whispered against her lips. 

“You wanted to find out if what aunt Seonak was saying was true,” Juhyun pointed out. 

“I’m sorry too,” Seonghwa replied. “I’m so sorry too. You were right about your aunt after all.” 

Juhyun nodded. “I know. She’s a real piece of work, isn’t she? She’s even tried to do that to every single niece and nephew she has, even her own kids. That’s her tactic.” 

Just then, Juhyun and Seonghwa heard their phones buzz. It was an email. 

Subject Line: Choi Juhyun x Park Seonghwa Hidden Camera

They glanced at each other, wondering whether or not to open it. Juhyun felt her heart stop when she went in to check the message itself. 

Married couples should know better. Reputation’s in ruins once this gets out. 

There was no signature, no indication of who it might have been. The sender of the message seemed like an automated one. Juhyun and Seonghwa viewed the video attachment. The video was mostly dark, yet it was in a familiar-looking room. The outlines of two people against the moonlit curtains of the room could be seen on the bed. 

The sounds of a loud tapping soon filled the room alongside heavy breaths and soft whimpers. Juhyun and Seonghwa nearly dropped their phones as they immediately closed the attachments. Just when they thought it could get any worse. 

[beardedmrbean]

Sixteen Spanish nuns have announced they are breaking from the Catholic Church and instead placing themselves under the authority of Pablo de Rojas Sánchez-Franco, a self-styled bishop who was excommunicated in 2019.

The 16 Poor Clare sisters, part of the Franciscan Order of Saint Clare, were based in the dioceses of Burgos and Vitoria in northern Spain.

The schism comes against the backdrop of conservative anger over the leadership of Pope Francis. In February, 90 Catholic clergymen and scholars wrote a letter to "all Cardinals and Bishops of the Catholic Church," urging them to oppose a document approved by the pontiff that allowed priests to bless same-sex couples. Earlier this month, Francis angered many American conservatives by describing efforts to prevent migrants crossing the U.S.-Mexican border as "madness."

The 16 nuns, led by Sister Isabel of the Trinity, announced their break from Catholic authorities in a five-page open letter published on their convent's website.

In the letter, Sister Isabel said Catholics have had to endure "the silence of our pastors," who "left their sheep alone and helpless to face the wolves."

Referring to the papacy, she added: "From the Throne of Peter we have been receiving contradiction, confusion and doublespeak, ambiguity, lack of clear doctrine, which is all the more necessary in stormy times, to hold the rudder more firmly.

"During this time the sisters, each in her own style, way and rhythm, have been contemplating a question, a doubt about the one who steers the Barque of Peter, and his closest collaborators. A doubt which, in time, became SCANDAL."

Newsweek has contacted the press office of the Holy See for comment by email.

Sister Isabel also said the Vatican prevented the community from selling an empty monastery in Derio, the proceeds of which were intended to pay for a new monastery in Orduña. She said the decision was a bid to control "traditionally minded communities and keep their real estate to sell."

The sister said the group would instead put itself under the authority of Sánchez-Franco, whom she styled a "legitimate bishop of the Holy Catholic Church" despite his excommunication by the Vatican.

She added: "They are going to call us heretics and schismatics, crazy, and many more very disagreeable and calumnious things, but don't believe them; at least this once, don't let them fool you."

In an attached 70-page document titled "Catholic Manifesto," the group said it recognized "H.H. Pius XII as the last valid Supreme Pontiff," adding that "the see of St. Peter is vacant and usurped."

In a broadcast on Spanish radio station COPE, Archbishop Mario Iceta of Burgos, under whose jurisdiction the 16 nuns fell, said when he first heard they were leaving, he "thought it was fake news," the Catholic News Agency reported.

He said the schism "seems absolutely wrong," adding that the church must see "if it is possible to heal it, cure it, reverse it" through dialogue with the nuns.

According to the Catholic News Agency, the archbishop added: "I don't know if they realize the profound consequences that this step has and that is why my option or my opinion is that this should not be done precipitously, let this media tidal wave pass, let's see if it's possible to establish a relationship with them and dialogue and look at these issues and give them time to reconsider this situation that seems so surprising and strange to me."

[oldguy56-world]

The Day the Earth Stood Still

'The most important day in history, or so the story goes It was shown on every channel and cancelled all my shows. The buildup lasted four long years, this happens all the time It never measures up to the hype in reason or in rhyme. I hope that things will settle down but I don't think it will For politicians will never change our hopes they like to kill. So harken all ye lads and lasses, it's time to hunker down Let's try at least to be entertained by each and every clown.'

This blog will not be an indictment of the choices made by any voters. Rather it is my view on some of the crazy things that I saw develop during this crazy process called elections. Here are my observations:

Wolf Blitzer was on air after being sedated by CNN for three days. They must have given him several Red Bulls because he was suddenly bright eyed and bushy tailed, until the day wore on and his body reminded him he is 106.

I was watching the results (starting at noon) with my interns. We had a drinking game where we each had to take a drink whenever someone said 'this will be too close to call'. By 5:00pm the only one still conscious was John Smith. I remember his saying something about 'they won't break me' before I lapsed into a very deep sleep. When I woke up (sometime Thursday) he was guarding the door with a gun and told me they would never get him or us while he was still alive.

In my fugue state I recall hearing the Color Purple a lot but when I looked at the map it was obviously a hallucination. Maybe it was an ad for the new musical on HBO.

During the recap I heard a newsman state that there were problems with ballots in Colorado because many Gen Z voters had a difficult time producing a signature. They weren't sure how to do this. Well I...You...and...forget it. The world of education went to hell a long time ago.

Many places had lineups of twelve hours. It didn't mention how many got bored and left. At least during Black Friday if you wait that long you have a shot at a big screen TV.

Some ballots were several pages long. You are asking people to fill out a book when they really don't care who the new rat-catcher of Bunghole County will be. This also involves reading and we know how great those skills are becoming.

Apparently one of the biggest google searches the day before the election was 'Is Joe Biden still running?' Think about it. The people who asked that have a vote that counts just as much as yours does.

Many people wrote in the name of popular real estate agents because they had seen their photos on lawn signs and thought they were running.

Did anyone else notice that the election was rigged until it wasn't?

Every winner has to start working hard right from day 1: that is when their campaign for the next election begins.

In what should come as no surprise it was reported the day after just how much money rich people had made so far. Will any of that money be taxed? What world do you live in?

No dead people voted this year, and neither did any illegal immigrants. Apparently they were too busy packing and learning to say 'eh' after each sentence. (not the dead people in case you thought that was what I was referring to.)

An alien spaceship was spotted heading towards Earth then sharply turning away. They ARE superior beings.

We have the same problems here in Canada except our election season only lasts 6 weeks. This is part of a communist plot to prevent sign-makers and advertisers from making too much money. Or is it so our national health care system is not overloaded with people suffering from anxiety? Hard to say.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: When it comes to politics does anything really ever change?

[wishgirls-archive]

Okay so I have a bit if an emergency. If you guys know, I've been trying to move out for a while. We managed to save up the funds (first last and security) and have been apartment hunting for a little while now.

We got approved for an apartment, toured it, and they asked us to make a deposit. We were hesitant but after looking into it this was a legit real estate company+ not a scam so we've paid 2500 in deposit fees so far (which the added fee of having to move money around since they rushed us like crazy but we didn't know when we'd find another apartment this nice in our price range)

I'm signing the lease now (i know. this company is really unprofessional but we're this far along now) and they're also asking for first months rent. we can pay this (1250) but that leaves us for almost a week with about 10 dollars to live off of and we still need to eat and get to and from work since our car is out of commission.

I know I've made my far share of donation posts in the past, but i could really use some help.

TLDR; i don't need help paying the first month rent deposit, i just need help eating/getting to and from work for the next week so anything helps

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[queenlua]

@etirabys said: oh I’ve been thinking about this problem recently. what’s your workflow for finding these images?

(in reply to this post where i talk about using Weird Architecture as inspiration in fantasy settings)

gosh i wish i had some systematic way of searching for these. i mostly just have a bunch of random images squirreled disorganizedly away in various corners of my hard drive + a bunch of sources that stuck in my head at some point. off the top of my head:

i was house-hunting for a while and started getting all these ads for weirdly-overly-luxe real estate listings, e.g. the Seattle Met often runs "articles" that are just an ad for some fancy gonzo-expensive house that's just about to come on the market. the articles really are interesting to read, though—they give names to specific architecture styles/features that i have no vocabulary to describe, and often name the specific architect, so i can look up similar work if i like the vibes

just filter redfin listings by "homes over 15 million dollars" nationwide or whatever

alan jacobs's micro.blog has historically featured a lot of architecture photos (both his own and those by other people). it's not particularly search-able, alas, but i've just downloaded a bunch of photos from there before as they hit my inbox

i got into Architectural Digest after stumbling on this totally wild article about "the world's 12 most spectacular modern churches." some truly crazy design up in there

if anyone else knows cool ways of finding weird architecture photos they should def sound off in the comments, I Wish To Know