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[glcwbitch]

                            incoming ! for reacting to this !

                             ' you realize this isn't a california king , right ? and that us both squishing ourselves onto the bed , will end up with us being sore in the morning ? ' but still , dimas welcomes them into his personal space. goes as far as to tug their body closer. ' missed seeing your stupid face in person. i hate away games , especially when you don't tag along. '

[antiquecritique]

|| Min-Ji & Duncan ||

It had been perhaps less than a week since a new place had opened up in Opulence, a strange and peculiar house which outwardly may not look like much more than a slightly out of place family home on the very border between Bowden and Dillon. Built before Bowden had been given all of its rows of townhouses in a neat line along its main street, the house seemed to stick out like a stubborn nail refusing to be hammered in, surrounded by its own patch of green where predominantly asphalt and bricks ruled. It broke the overall concept of the neighborhood but added significantly to its quaintness.  

Right by the wrought iron gate which leads into the now fully restored from its previous weed-overgrown state of neglect front garden was an inconspicuous but unmistakable once noticed blue sign, hand-painted and weather-worn, simply informing ‘Antiquities’. Finding out what that meant exactly was only possible by asking the one and only person running and managing it, who was very often away or unreachable. But, at the very least, the place no longer looked abandoned and would never be locked again, at least not until its single resident and owner decided to mysteriously vanish without a trace once more, just like he did almost fifty years ago. How he got it back to looking livable in within a week with basically no noise complaints or any curiosity raised by the neighbors was yet another mystery…

Once through ‘Out of the Attic’s’ door though, a not entirely expected magic within awaited. There was not a single spot, place or corner in the shop that wasn’t intricate, old, peculiar or uniquely different. Yet everything came together in one perfectly arranged harmony, mixed styles, periods, materials and uses of every single piece of furniture and decoration somehow coexisting in a flurry of blended colors pleasing to both the eye and the soul. Nothing was out of place, nothing could be pointed out as something that did not belong, even if by all rights it could be called out as in one way or another mismatched. Medallion Baluch rugs were spread under early 19th century mahogany armchairs, art nouveau blended into rococo - you could sit in William and Mary style, lounge in Queen Anne, go through the drawers of Chippendale cabinets, write on Empire desks, draw French Restoration curtains, go through a hallway of gothic revival and then end up in an Elizabethan room only to decide to cook in a kitchen that appeared like it was brought not only from another time but from a whole other side of the world too.

A time machine glitched and spat ‘Out of the Attic’ out and now it was there, in Opulence, a little rusted, a little chipped, but very antique and vintage.

Maybe just like its owner, but one could never tell when it came to him. In one of the back rooms, he sat over a workbench, bent over a very purposefully directed light source which, even this early in the afternoon, was much needed to carefully and without any slip-ups bring a rough detail brush upon a tiny, rusted silver spoon in much need of a proper cleanup. Just a small first step on a long journey to its restoration to former shine and glory, requiring patience and a loving eye for details. A tinkle of a small bell above interrupted his peaceful focus, connected through the house by a tightened wire tied to the front door, a completely electricity-free motion sensor alerting him that someone had made an entrance. At no rush whatsoever, Duncan slipped off an old piece of magnifying head gear, too complicated to be called glasses. Everything was put down carefully before he rose and made his way to the front, to check who’d one of his first visitors since his arrival could be.

@min-ji-min

[fcdcdmcmories]

"THIS IS THE PLACE. I KNOW, I KNOW, IT'S WAY TOO BIG, BUT.. IF YOU WANTED TO STAY HERE WITH ME, I'M SURE ELAINE WOULDN'T MIND. YOUR.. AUNT. GOD, THAT'S STILL WEIRD. offer is always on the table if you want it to be, kiddo. alright?" especially now that shit was about to go down. he still couldn't believe what it was that elaine had told him -- that pederson wasn't actually a pederson and .. well, that information was jumping around from one side to the other in his head and he didn't know what to do about any of it. gesturing down for carlos to sit down if he wanted to, parker sighed, running a hand through his hair in exhaustion. when was the last time he had slept ? no idea. "how have you been doing? really? i know that shit has been crazy, but.. it's almost over." was it? right now, he had no idea but he wanted to believe so. he did.

@demongemz

[thecopynin-kakashi]

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜ (@senbonz for an au where bros more unhinged i'm working on it)

Panting, Kakashi lifts his head to survey the scatter of bodies, each sliced to a near unrecognizable state. For each wound Kakashi bore, his enemies harbored a thousand of the same intensity. Haku had finished the battle with a show of utter ruthlessness, and his words sparked a defensive posture from the copy-nin.

"Are we settling this today then?"

He still had fight left him in, and enough chakra available to continue the battle despite the discomforts of various small injuries. Blood loss may be his biggest enemy as he moved, but he readied himself regardless.

@senbonz

[fxckingmoran-a]

~ @id1eyouth || Liked for a starter || University verse ~

Sebastian crashes into the ground, fuelled by sheer adrenaline as he slides over the try line, releasing the rugby ball at the sound of the whistle. "Fucking yes -" He reaches for the hand of his teammate, pulling himself up and grinning to himself. The try had pushed them into the lead, essentially securing a win for Oxford. As soon as the final whistle goes he punches the air, moving away from the fray. He practically bounds over the barrier, leaning against the railing and looking up at Zach. "How does it feel to watch a real sport? Nothing like that cricket shite." He grins at him, winking. "You coming to the after-party?"

[alittledetermined]

@simiansmoke sent- “ where do you think you’re going? ”

Mario stops. Forces back the urge to snarl. And turns around one last time to face DK. Why can't this oversized ape just lay off him?! He is not in mood for a bombardment of insults and jabs. Not today. At any other time Mario's competitive nature would have him bite back, perhaps even enjoy the back and forth taunting. But not today...today has just been...bad.

'Home.' His word came out much more pathetic than he'd expected and so quickly he spins around to avoid eye contact. 'I don't - I can't do this today.'

'Find some other loser to take your short comings out on. I'm done.'

[decaeysa]

@rebelquilled​​  |  akali.

vastaya...  rebelling...  

the final words of a dying noxian soldier fill her mind with unease  --  not for the content of the words itself, but for the reason behind them. was the man truly so terrified of the vastaya that in his final moments he would alert his own enemy of the threat lurking in the shadows? the young shinobi ponders the implications as she walks through the forest, wondering what it could mean for her people if what the noxian had said was true.

there was no harm in following up on the matter, was there? 

for a while there is no sign of beast nor man, only the tranquil leaves that shroud the paths through the foliage. not even a sound alerts her to any hint of danger, not even those she would expect to hear so far from civilisation.

the woman continues for an hour or two, noting the only remnants of life being feathers of varying hues scattered across the ground. her lax attitude to her studies meant she had no idea what species of bird could leave such a beautiful trail but she decides to follow it, picking up a handful of the quills as she makes her way into even denser forest.

[allmuddy-a]

@queenwolf said,     ‘ i don’t like that look, what happened? ’

“ nothin’ really … ” sheepish grin, guilt clearly visible despite her attempt to conceal it. “ just some uh, y’know, light structural damage. ” practically inevitable in their line of work [ surprisingly, none of them ever want to come quietly — which is just fine by her. ], and yet still grounds for a chewing out from someone; whether it be xavier or steve ( bit hypocritical if yer askin’ for mah honest to god opinion! ). a glance is given to her surroundings, and she leans in closer. “ which ah’m quite willin’ to mark it up to them yuckos if you are. ”

[glcwbitch]

                            incoming ! for reacting to this !

                             ' typically i'd turn down a same day arrangement , considering i'm completely booked out with events. since you asked kindly though , i guess i can find it in my heart to help. '

[foreverwants]

                        ──────────────                        as the clock drew closer to midnight ,      ivy could feel their restraints slowly weakening            ⁽ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁾ .            they were both guised by the masquerade ,      putting on a show for all of gotham to see ,      while artfully concealing the secrets that lingered in their shadows            ──────            the skeletons in their closet would stay buried for another day !      coy smile spreads across crimson-stained lips ,      gaze fixates on @qiallos as martini glass is brought to their lips .                        ❝      bruce wayne ,      in the flesh .      ❞                        sultry words come out as a steady purr ,      drink is rested on the marble bar before fingers cross and support their chin .                        ❝      aren’t i a lucky girl ?      ❞

pamela isley had gained prominent esteem after her move to gotham ,      and ivy had no problem playing the role of the wealthy seductress            ⁽ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗ�� ᵃˢˢⁱˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᵉˣᵗʳᵃᶜᵘʳʳⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳˢ, ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʳⁱᵖ ᵍᵒᵗʰᵃᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢʰʳᵉᵈˢ ⁾ .            and at the rate gotham was spiraling ,      they wouldn’t have to keep the deception up for much longer .                        ❝      and what could i possibly do for gotham’s greatest mystery ?      ❞

PROMPT            //            ❝ if i ask for your help are you gonna make a big deal out of it? ❞

[florafounda]

@tamedgod liked for a starter

"I don't know you," she established openly.

The girl squared her shoulders, preparing for a fight if necessary - though she hoped that was not what this was about to become. Kit hated to fight, hated to know what she was capable of.

"What do you want?"

[tooquirkytolose]

Based on this tweet:

[nipuni]

Casanova sketches!

[solplease]

SPOILERS FOR DAY 3 OF MUSHROOM OASIS!!

day 3 was a ton of fun and the cgs were absolutely beautiful so i HAD to redraw one of them

so here’s mychael being a lil creep!

[sailermoon]

The Handmaiden (2016) dir. Park Chan-wook / Revolutionary Girl Utena (1997) ep. 38 "End of the World"

Inspiration

[delioncourtes]

I'm gonna get the humans out of here and then I'm coming back. I won't leave you on your own.

GOOD OMENS - 2.06 Every Day (for queerbuck)