#famous beds

[fashionbooksmilano]

The Bed

Alecia Beldegreen

Photographs by Thibault Jeanson

Stewart Tabori & Chang, New York 1995, 256 pages, 23x28cm, more than 275 colour photos, ISBN 9781556703942

euro 35,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

This book explores all aspects of this sensual, yet practical subject. Beginning with the mythology and folklore of the bed, the author looks at beds and bedrooms from around the world in a text that is full of detail and historical information. It includes famous beds, lovers' beds, convalescent beds, babies' cribs and cradles and even pets' beds. This book offers information on the care, storage, purchasing and maintenance of mattresses and beds, while the variety of furnishings and interiors presented offer ideas on beds and bedroom design and decoration.

25/04/24

[nowwheresmynut]

Edgeworth investigates Phoenix and Maya's disappearance. Hope you enjoy these. If you want more of maya's polaroids you can go here.

A prequel of sorts inspired by Room Service by @oodlyenough

Bonus:

[hellonearthtoday]

ctommy in 2024 . wish my style would stop changing Amen. it will not

I didn't mean for him to look so downtrodden at first but that's just how it goes

peep the emo hair streak

[lost-in-fandoms]

Max and Daniel meet at a club and have a one-night stand. That's the plot. Not as much smut as one would think.

cw: not too graphic sexual content and mentions of alcohol (but neither of them is drunk)

Daniel watches from the bed as the guy comes out of the bathroom and starts pulling his clothes back on. He almost stumbles while slipping into his skinny jeans, and it should be funny, or maybe awkward, how clumsy he is with it, but Daniel can't help feeling a little bit charmed. Just as he had been charmed by his blunt advances in the club, and the way he had laughed too loud at Daniel's bad joke in the car.

He wasn't supposed to be charmed.

Well, to be honest, he wasn't supposed to be in this situation at all. He doesn't usually go to clubs alone, he isn't that young and horny anymore, but he had needed to feel the bass in his lungs and the alcohol in his veins after a few long, awful days, so he had chucked on a shirt and some pants and found his way somewhere he was hoping he wouldn't get recognised. He had ended up in a small club on the other side of the city, and it had taken him a sparkly drink and two dance offers to realise he maybe still was young enough to have fun.

It had taken Max to make him think that maybe he was also horny enough.

Max had slid behind him on the dance floor, large palm against his hipbones, turning him around to throw him a wide smile, eyes crinkling and sparkling in the low lights.

Daniel wasn't planning on going home with someone, but Max had guided him to grind against him while they were dancing, and then kissed him wet and open right there in the middle of the crowd, and Daniel had lost his mind a little.

Daniel had thought about asking him to go to Max's place, he didn't like inviting strangers into his house, but Max had slipped a hand under his shirt to touch his sweaty skin and asked "take me home?" and Daniel had.

Max had chatted and laughed in the car, a hand firmly planted high up on Daniel's thigh, until Daniel had stopped pretending he was following whatever he was talking about and tugged him into a kiss. He didn't like kissing people, kissing men, somewhere he could be seen so easily, but Max's lips had been red and full and Daniel had wanted it.

Max had taken his shoes off at the door and Daniel had felt a tug somewhere too high up and on the left to be his gut. Max had kissed him like he wanted to eat Daniel whole, but touched him like Daniel had been something precious. He had taken him apart more easily than a one-night stand was supposed to.

Daniel never bottomed with strangers, but Max had been hovering over him, eyes so bright and intense, hands playing with the band of Daniel's underwear, and Daniel had let his legs fall open before Max could even ask what he wanted.

Max had still asked and Daniel should have known he was making a mistake. Because when he had come, Max's hand around him, Max's dick inside him, something had been rearranged inside him, something had dramatically shifted. Or maybe it had happened earlier, when Max had pressed a kiss against his stomach while opening him up. Or when he had closed his teeth on Daniel's bottom lip in the car. Or earlier still, in the club, when Max had told him "you look pretty, Daniel", voice rounding his name weirdly.

And now he is watching Max getting ready to leave, feeling like his world was tilting, and he was supposed to learn how to live with that.

He watches as Max shrugs his black t-shirt back on, trying uselessly to smooth out his hair a little, hoping he doesn't look as desperate as he feels to ask him to stay.

Finally, Max pats his pockets to check for his phone and wallet, and then looks up, smiling at Daniel with the same lips that had been pressed against his pulse point not twenty minutes ago.

How did Daniel end up like this?

"That was fun," he says, smile too practiced to look fake. Hopefully.

Max's eyes seem to soften and he nods, crossing the space to the bed again to press a kiss against Daniel's cheek.

"It was good, Daniel." He says it like it's not just Daniel's name, but like it means something more, something Daniel doesn't know yet. Something he'll probably never know, now.

Daniel is expecting him to leave then, is ready to curl up in bed and go to sleep without even showering, disgusting as it is, just to keep their smells together a little longer, a pathetic thought to have about a one-night stand, but one nobody will have to know. And yet, Max hesitates, a hand coming up to rub at his neck, tug at his hair.

Something scarily close to hope starts to fill Daniel's lungs.

"I don't want to, uh, be that person," Max starts, stilted and awkward, ears red. It's the first time Daniel seems him embarrassed, and he wants to lick the blush right off his cheeks. "Could I maybe give you my number?"

Daniel is looking for his phone even before Max has closed his mouth, ignores him as he giggles when Daniel lunges out of bed to grab his abandoned pants, raising his phone in the air like a trophy. Max is fully laughing by the time Daniel hands it to him, but Daniel doesn't care anymore. He already can't wait to call.

[z0mbiefrank]

we as a group need to talk more about gerard way getting wheeled out on a gurney because it plagues my mind constantly. the blood bag, the greasy complexion torn between elegance and sewer mime, the microphone poking out the lumpy bed sheet, the rest of the band waiting in the wings for miss piggy's gcse drama performance to reach its peak signaled by him ripping his dress off and screaming bloody murder

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

Shawn Spencer you will always be famous to me…..

[yuwuta]

i mostly write about modern/noncurse aus but canonverse stuff is so particularly fun with yuuta because of how formal he is. proper speech, bowing his head, always paying his respects, throughly apologetic…….. the thought of him always being so formal with you at first and you being confused which in turn makes him even more apologetic because he thinks he’s offended you is hilarious because it’s a never ending cycle, and then adding him feeling blessed to be in your mere presence results in him thanking you so earnestly for everything and you’re constantly wondering what this little freak is on all you did was offer him a bottle of water on a day where it’s a million degrees outside why is he at your feet like you just rose from the dead…. you kinda like it tho, you learn it’s kinda fun having such a gratefully puppy at your heel

[m0thxy]

it’s probably gonna take us all a whole year to recover from this past weekend

[harrysfolklore]

guys i know the short n sweet by sabrina inspired fics have been done multiple times buuuuuuut i feel like doing a smau for franco inspired by the album (im talking the entire album)

would it be too repetitive (i also did short n sweet series on patreon) or would like to read it?

[blobbei-art]

I still really love Professor Layton I promise, I will never not love it, been a fan since 2008!

Lots of Clive in the Layton tag recently so I figured I'd reupload some old circa 2018 art of Clive. Most of it never made it to my art blog I don't think. There's also a speedpaint of the first drawing.

[tricoufamily]

THE BITCH IS BACK (jacques, not me fuck you)

next

[andrew-rannells-mustache]

Too tired to write a deep analysis post rn but do you think there’s some significance in EC carving EC on his sea chest (maybe/possibly at the beginning of the voyage) -> “Hickey” carving Hickey and CH on the Hickey knife (maybe/possibly sometime in mutiny camp/after the walkout)?? Like he carves his old name/initials on stuff when he’s becoming someone new or starting a new chapter. Carves EC into his sea chest as they set off -> casts off EC’s identity to become Cornelius Hickey. Carves Hickey onto his knife once he’s in mutiny camp -> casts off any name/identity to (attempt and obviously fail to) become Tuunbaq’s shaman. Reconfigure reinvent rearrange etc etc. Does this make any sense or is this just a bunch of words thrown together

[saltpepperbeard]

Stede and Ed + Their Colors

[namtan]

BED FRIEND Episode 3

[youngpettyqueen]

do you ever think about Garak waking up and seeing Julian in that chair, uncomfortably crammed in and slumped over asleep, and wonder how he must've felt when he realized Julian wasn't going to leave