#hand carved frame

[royalzigluxuryfurniture]

Baroque Style Carved Large Wall Mirror Frame

The gorgeous wooden Baroque-style frame is made in premium teak wood. This Italian mirror frame has a charming openwork design. Artfully crafted scrolls of leaves create a luxurious pompous composition that looks attractive and splendid. This mirror frame is designed for framing vintage mirrors used in living rooms, bedrooms, and halls in status interiors. The floral ornament is professionally made by our master craftsmen. It will elegantly decorate rooms with luxurious classic furniture or will become the dominant detail in laconic design rooms.

[radleyarts]

Mudroom in New York

Foyer - large traditional ceramic tile and white floor foyer idea with beige walls

[luna-loveboop]

Linktober day twelve- favourite game

Skyward sword! My favourite game forever :)) The duets with Fi are by far my favourite gameplay aspect and recurring scenes in the game.

The music is The Ballad of the Goddess with Link's harp accompaniment. I played through on three different instruments like fifteen times, and checked every note on ocarina before I carved it. So. It's very accurate. Close ups of the music +my reference because yes

Also I replaced the treble clef with the triforce

:)

[ajooples]

I love him a lot

[zipzapzopzoop]

"Children, please! Your mother is trying to take a nap!"

Fritz Robinson | Meet the Robinsons (2007)

[honestlyvan]

(Crossposted to DW)

I also think there's probably more that could be done with Scratch/Casey (and Scratch!Casey) in the sense that along with being a walking talking representation of the forces of evil, Scratch is also a very blatant power fantasy written by someone with a very dim view of power fantasies.

Alan's fear of responsibility, of his influence, makes Scratch's blatant power-grabbing and need to center himself in every situation unappealing and frightening. But unlike Alan, the real Casey struggles with being denied agency and control, struggles with being jerked around by other people's narratives, struggles with a real fear that he has no say over his own circumstances.

There's absolutely a way to play Scratch possessing Casey as him forcing something Casey wants on him, the power to actually be the determining force in his own narrative, a door to step through into an even ground with Alan, to rewrite himself into a perfected version of himself, a tool with the power to shape the world as he see fit.

Endlessly perpetuated, immortal, without challenge, the ultimate weapon in Scratch's hand -- and all Casey has to do is embrace that this was always what he was intended to be, written into existence be this, to be a conduit, to be an extension of their shared self in Scratch's perfect paradise where everyone worships the ground they walk on. What is self-determination in the face of someone giving you the power to make the perfect world you always longed for?

[shararan]

Arguments for Luo Binghe Beenghe being bee coded:

- Sweet

- Sticky

- Fussy if things don't go his way

- Hard working and firm about routines

- Good food

- Can turn Huan Hua Palace the hive against you and swarm if discontent

- Did I mention sweet and sticky

[age-of-moonknight]

“Darkness at the Edge of Town,” Avengers Unlimited (Vol. 1/2022), Infinity Comic, #33.

Writer: Alex Segura; Artist: Jim Towe; Colorist: Andres Mossa; Letterer: Joe Sabino

[gaycousinlarry]

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[yourcoffeeguru]

VTG. Asian Carved Jade and Coral Flowers Framed Shadow Box Wall Art  || SWtradepost - ebay

[hidefdoritos]

[ID: Multicolored sunlight filtering through the stained glass window in a late gothic cathedral.]

[khioneee]

simon’s first instinct was always to protect you—before himself, before anyone or anything else. whether in dangerous situations or small, everyday moments, his reflexes kicked in without hesitation. every action was a subtle yet undeniable promise: i’ll always keep you safe.

sidewalk rule? it was non-negotiable. he always made sure he was between you and the street, shielding you from traffic. if you drifted too close to the curb, his hand would find the small of your back, guiding you firmly to his side.

“stay here,” he would murmur, his tone gentle yet resolute, as if daring the world to try anything.

whenever the car came to a sudden halt, simon’s arm instinctively shot out in front of you, bracing against your chest. the seatbelt should’ve been enough, but he never trusted anything more than his own reflexes.

“you alright?” he’d ask, his hand lingering just a little longer, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort.

in a crowded space, simon always led the way, carving a path with his broad frame. his hand would stay on yours or at your back, making sure you stayed close. and on a full train, he caged you in without hesitation, using his size to shield you from the press of strangers. his arms rested casually against the poles, but his stance was clear—no one would get too close.

whether you were climbing into the car or walking through a door, simon’s hand would always reach out to guide your head, ensuring you didn’t bump it. in the kitchen, he’d gently tilt your head away from open cabinets, all without thinking. it was pure instinct—small actions that spoke louder than words.

one night at 3 a.m., a car backfired down the street, the sound tearing through the stillness. before you could even react, simon had you pinned beneath him, his body shielding yours entirely. his heart raced, convinced it was a bomb. even after realizing it wasn’t, he didn’t let go, whispering against your ear, “i’ve got you, lovie.”

you could wear whatever you wanted—simon never cared. he wasn’t possessive, but confident. no one would dare glance too long in your direction, not with him at your side. and if anyone was foolish enough to try, one sharp look from simon was enough to make them think twice.

with simon, protection wasn’t just instinct—it was devotion. in every gesture, every glance, every step, he ensured you knew: your safety will always come first. because to simon, loving you meant keeping you safe—always, no matter the cost.

[ghostsgrl666]

roommate!ghost who's waiting for you when you get home in the middle of the night after going out with your friends. Sitting on the couch in those fucking grey sweatpants when you stumble through the door and drop your keys. Has to stare at the crack on the ceiling when you get down on your hands and knees to find them, pretend for his own sanity that he hasn't seen the tiny excuse for underwear you've got on under that little black dress.

Like clockwork, he's got you sitting on the icy bathroom counter as you giggle, telling him all about your night. He's got cotton pads and makeup remover in one hand and the other holding onto your thigh because you started unconsciously squeezing his broad frame when he stepped in between your open legs. He gently wipes away all the traces of the night, carefully mapping out the contours of your face like you're a masterpiece he's carved from some precious stone. Until he gets to your lips. The shiny, fucking sparkly gloss is all thats left on your skin but his hand freezes as he studies the crease in your bottom lip. You catch up two seconds later in your dreamy, relaxed haze, and without even thinking about it you close the gap, softly pressing your lips to the one's silently hovering over yours.

His breath catches and his grip on your thigh becomes molten hot as you just as quickly pull away. Innocently you smile at him, like you hadn't just killed him, like you hadn't just made him start planning your wedding down to the way your eyes would shine as you walked down the aisle, all for him.

Your laugh is the only thing that can pull him out of his stupor, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that." 

But he does, he really, really does.

[defective-and-effective]

Sirius probably cradled James’ body and fixed his glasses on his face and held him close to his chest, hands tangled in James’ hair for the last time ever.

[ashotasfireandasdeepastheocean1]

Beauty of aRt ♡

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Hand Carved Drawing Room Silver Mirror Frame

The Hand Carved Drawing Room Silver Mirror Frame is a true work of artistry and elegance. Meticulously hand-carved, it adds a touch of sophistication and charm to your living space, making it the perfect addition to your interior decor. This frame beautifully highlights your artwork and memories, creating a captivating focal point in your drawing room.