#just imagine an interior. just . just imagine it

[hurriane23456]

Borrowed Life

Mark lounged on the plush couch in his boss’s sprawling living room, the silence of the house pressing down on him. The job was simple: house-sit for Mr. Harrington while he was out of town, water the plants, feed the cat, and ensure nothing went amiss. But after two days of solitude, Mark was growing restless.

He wandered upstairs, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The master bedroom was as pristine as the rest of the house, with sleek furniture and a bed so perfectly made it looked like it belonged in a magazine. But it was the open door to the walk-in closet that drew his attention.

Inside, the closet was a testament to Mr. Harrington’s meticulous nature. Clothes were arranged by type and color—casual sweaters, pressed shirts, and pants hung with military precision. Shoes lined the shelves below, polished and spotless. Mark scanned the racks, curiosity piqued. It wasn’t like he’d ever own clothes like this.

One section caught his eye: a pair of olive-green cargo pants hanging neatly beside a soft, heather-gray hoodie with a subtle logo of a microbrewery on the chest. They looked relaxed, practical, the kind of outfit someone might wear for a Saturday of errands or grilling in the backyard. It was so different from Mark’s usual jeans and hoodies, yet oddly enticing.

Before he could second-guess himself, he began undressing.

He started with the underwear. From a drawer, he pulled out a pair of dark navy boxer briefs, softer and more luxurious than anything he owned. As he slid them on, they fit snugly against his skin, smooth and cool. He smiled at the sensation—it was like wearing a second skin.

Next, he grabbed the cargo pants. The material was lightweight yet sturdy, with deep pockets that seemed designed to hold everything imaginable. He stepped into them and tugged them up, fastening the waistband with ease. The fit was looser than he was used to, but they were undeniably comfortable.

The hoodie came next. Pulling it over his head, he let the fabric settle around him. The fleece interior brushed against his arms, warm and inviting. The oversized fit draped over his frame, the sleeves slightly long, making him feel enveloped in a soft cocoon. He adjusted the hood, letting it hang behind him, and turned to the mirror.

It wasn’t enough.

He looked at the row of shoes and picked out a pair of slip-on sneakers with scuffed white canvas. They looked well-worn but cared for. As he slid his feet in, he immediately noticed they were just a touch too small. His toes pressed lightly against the ends, and the snug fit around his heels was noticeable. He wiggled his feet, trying to get comfortable.

“Close enough,” he muttered, taking a few steps.

The slightly tight shoes didn’t ruin the illusion—if anything, they made him feel more like he was stepping into someone else’s life.

Then he saw them: a small container of contact lenses sitting on the shelf near the shoes. Mark hesitated, his curiosity warring with his better judgment. He’d worn contacts before, but these weren’t his prescription. Still, the idea of fully transforming into his boss for just a moment was too tempting to resist.

Carefully, he opened the case and took out a lens. After washing his hands in the en-suite bathroom, he slipped it onto his eye. It took a moment to settle, but once it did, the world came into focus. He repeated the process with the second lens.

Looking in the mirror now, Mark barely recognized himself. Without his usual glasses, his face seemed sharper, more confident. The snug boxer briefs, relaxed cargo pants, slightly small sneakers, and cozy hoodie completed the transformation.

He struck a casual pose in front of the mirror, hands in the deep pockets of the cargo pants.

"Not bad," he murmured, smirking.

The snugness of the shoes made every step deliberate, the soft padding of the sneakers cushioning his movements while reminding him they weren’t quite his size. The contact lenses gave him a surreal sense of clarity, like seeing the world through someone else’s eyes.

For a moment, he allowed himself to imagine it: being Mr. Harrington, living in this enormous house, dressing like someone who had it all together.

The sound of a thud downstairs snapped him out of the fantasy. Mark’s heart leapt into his throat.

He bolted back to the closet, yanking off the hoodie and cargo pants. He slid out of the sneakers, wincing as his toes flexed gratefully, and carefully folded everything back into place. The boxer briefs came off last, swapped for his own worn pair. Finally, he removed the contact lenses, rinsing them meticulously before placing them back in their case.

Breathing heavily, Mark slipped back into his own clothes and rushed downstairs.

It was only the cat, batting at a fallen book. Mark let out a shaky laugh, his pulse still racing.

As he picked up the book, he glanced down at himself. His old jeans and T-shirt felt boring, even drab, after the luxurious outfit.

“Maybe I need to step up my wardrobe,” he muttered with a grin.

For now, though, he was content with the memory of being someone else, even if only for a fleeting moment.

[reader-lola]

Cars

Warnings:+18, masturbation, oral sex(f!receives)

Links I relied on at the end

You and Chris were home alone. Your parents had gone to spend the day with your grandparents so you decided to call your boyfriend. The intention was to study for a while and then go out for a walk, but Chris had the wonderful idea of ​​watching a movie. “I think this one will be fine.” “Chris, we already watched Brave the other day” you reminded him while you continued looking for a movie on the television in your room. “What do you think if we watch Frozen?” “I saw it on Tuesday with Nick… What do you think of Cars?” “Yeah, good.” The movie started as you settled down on your mattress. You put all your attention on the movie. Calm flooded you when you found yourself surrounded by your boyfriend’s arms in a comfortable position and without any greater concern than not missing any detail of the movie. You notice how Chris’s hand begins to go down your belly until it stops on your legs, putting it between your thighs. You didn't give it much thought because it's not the first time Chris kept his hands in that spot with the excuse of “warming his hands.” “I've always wondered what a live action movie of this would be like. Imagine it for a moment. Cars talking in real life? That's impossible.” “Honey, I think I'd do it on the computer.” You laughed at him for his occurrence “How funny.” You continued another 15 minutes watching the movie quietly when suddenly you noticed Chris's hand moving between your legs again. What started as a small circle on the inside of your thigh, ended with Chris's fingers going up and down over your underwear. “Chriss…mm..” You moaned unable to silence your impulses “Shut up y/n, you don't let me pay attention to you.” You closed your eyes unable to contain the pleasure that began to swirl in your belly. Chris's fingers didn't move forward and you needed more attention. “Chris, please…” He looked into your eyes. Your pleading gaze asked him to insert one or two fingers with the intention of soothing your needs. His calm face began to question what was the best he could give you. A part of him wanted to continue watching one of the movies he loved to watch so much, but the other just needed to make you feel good. “Okay, I’ll take care of you if you stay quiet, otherwise I’ll stop.” His eyes warned you of the seriousness of that statement. You nodded, begging him to help you. He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed your hip and carefully lifted you up, laying you on the bed on your back. This way he would have the TV in front of him and his back to you. You were surprised as you thought he would only use his fingers to please you, but no. He pulled down your pants and thong and carefully spread your legs. He gave you a quick glance before burying his face between your legs. “Mmm..” You moaned at the surprise of his wetness between your folds. You noticed in his eyes the statement he had made to you. You had to be quiet if you wanted him to continue. Your head fell back to the mattress trying to stay calm, you could see Chris's eyes watching the movie intently. His tongue moved calmly over your clit transporting you to incredible pleasure. You bit your lip trying to stifle your moans so he could continue his work. Waves of pleasure washed over you at the circular movement of your boyfriend's tongue over your sensitive part. Attentive to your behavior and proud of making you feel good while you behave, he decided to make it a little more complicated for you. Two of his fingers entered your interior without warning. His quick movements accompanied by the bed of his tongue made your eyes fill with tears of pleasure. You didn't even know how you could be so quiet. His fingers continued their movements until the pleasure inside you exploded. The orgasm flooded you as your legs trembled. Chris couldn't help but laugh at how you were. With a red face, disheveled, her lips bitten and trembling with pleasure. “Now you should pay attention to the movie.”

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[jeeseth]

FREE LOVE — yoon jiyoon x f!reader

you never knew that things could escalated this quickly. how did you went from buying iced americano at a random bakery (cafe) and somewhat managed to fell in love with the pretty grumpy barista .

tags ☕️ — fluff, non-idol au, coffee shop au, barista/baker!jiyoon, highschooler!reader, lowercase intended, mens dni, grammatical errors .

it's a hot summer evening as you make your way to the bakery you usually go to. the sun is sinking low, you can see it through the clouds. it's nearly time for you to buy your daily cup of iced americano.

you pushed open the door and the familiar scent of fresh baked goods and coffee greets you as you step into your favourite and comfort place. the interior is all warm wood, bright accents and high ceilings. it's an open space, just a long counter for placing orders and a little sitting area by one of the windows. there are other costumers here, but you obviously pay them no mind. your eyes are fixed on the tall person behind the cash register.

she is pretty, no doubt about that, with dark hair that falls just over her eyes, making it hard to tell what she's thinking. that combined with her height and slightly bigger frame (than yours) has your heart pounding away in your chest whenever you get close to her. not that it matters, because you’re not going to talk to her ever. there's just no way you possibly could. so you’re just gonna continue admiring that pretty girl from afar.

you let out a soft sighs as you approached the counter, ready to order your usual which is an iced americano. with extra ice because you’re crazy.

"the usual?" her low voice interrupts your thoughts, sending a shiver down your spine. you can feel your face going red in embarrassment and nod silently. you can already imagine how this little interaction is going to replay in your mind later tonight as you lay in bed.

she hums and turns around and starts preparing your order with practiced ease. you take that opportunity to look around the bakery like you always did. smelling the warm fresh breads that fills the bakery. you let out a soft hum from seeing how clean and tidy the bakery actually is. that’s kinda amazing knowing that this pretty girl works here alone.

you quickly looks back at the counter as the pretty barista hands your drink, hands almost touching. you swear you can feel your skin tingling at the near contact and it lowkey feels like your heart is about to burst out of your chest. you takes the cup and mumble a quiet ‘thank you’ before hastily leaving the bakery and blaming the heat for how red your face feels.

that night, as you lay in bed, you can't help but sigh as your head filled with the cute barista again. why does fate have to be so cruel? it's not fair that someone so perfect is so unreachable. you close your eyes, trying to relax and get some sleep, but the image of her is burned into your mind.

the next morning as you make your way to school, you can't help but to let out a deep sigh. you know it's stupid and you don't want to seem like a stereotype, but the first thing on your mind is coffee and that means going to the bakery again. you really should try and resist at least some of your urges, but just the thought of not seeing her makes your heart ache.

you push the door open with more force then necessary, bracing yourself for what is about to come. the first thing your eyes landed on is her, already behind the counter, looking as pretty as ever. as if she sensed your arrival her eyes turn to see you and her lips twitch up into a small smile.

your breath immediately catches in your throat as you let out an awkwardly smile at her, your heart already speeding up. you walk over to the counter, trying to act natural. you want to say something to her, anything. but all you manage to stutter out is your goddamn order. she just nods, no surprise showing on her face at your nervous behaviour and turns around to prepare your drink.

you mentally curses yourself when you literally stuttered in front of her. and now she probably thinks you’re stupid or something. as you wait for her to finish you take the opportunity to study her form. her shoulders are wide, covered by the fabric of her shirt. it fits her perfectly, not too tight but still emphasizing her broad shoulders. god she looks so good, like she literally walked right out of a dream.

after a while, she turns around and place your drink on the counter. but what makes you confused is that there’s a piece of freshly baked bread with it. did you even order any bread? you look up at her and titled your head.

"hey um sorry but, i didn’t order any bread." you said, trying to sound as calm as possible. she let out a small chuckle before smiling at you. damn.

"take it. i'll give it to you for free." she smiles and hands you the drink and the bread. your cheeks immediately heats up when you feels her fingers brushing against your hand. was that on purpose?

you quickly pays and gets ready to leave but she stops you by handing you your balance. "don’t forget your money, sweet girl." she chuckles softly. you let out a small smile before quickly leaving the bakery. what the hell just happened. you glance at your hand and noticed a little piece of paper with your balance.

your eyes widen and your heartbeat starts beating faster when you see what’s written on the paper. in the cursive handwriting it wrote, ‘come again tomorrow. -jiyoon’. you let out a shaky breath while putting that piece of paper inside your pocket. jiyoon. that pretty barista and baker name is jiyoon.

you're not sure how and why but, your legs and heart keeps bringing you back to this stupid bakery just to see jiyoon. ugh. you're down bad for that pretty barista. at this point, you don't even care at how much you had already spend buying an iced americano everyday at her bakery. as long as you get to see her... it's worth every penny.

"are you single?" i'm sorry what. your head snaps up when you hear that annoyingly pretty voice. you look up from whatever you were reading and saw jiyoon sitting in front of you with a literal broom in her hand. seems like she was in the middle of cleaning this bakery. jiyoon rests her chin on her palm as she waits for your answer. why is she so damn straightforward.

you fiddles with the cup of iced americano in your hands before mumbling shyly while avoiding jiyoon's intense gaze. "umm, yes." you muttered, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

seeing you blush at such simple yet amusing question makes jiyoon chuckles quietly, she continue to admire you who is sitting in front of her. jiyoon took noticed of the book you're reading and smiles softly when she realized you're still schooling. it was silence for a while before jiyoon decided to break it.

"still in high school?" jiyoon asks while looking at you curiously. you looks up from your books and nods your heads. jiyoon hums in response when you nodded. you're in your third year already and that's why you need your daily iced americano to stay alive with all these stuff. jiyoon on the other hand has just graduated high school a year ago.

"i got exams coming up, that's why i need your iced americano everyday." you giggles softly when you see jiyoon surprised expression. she wasn't expecting that but by hearing your words, it warms something inside jiyoon's heart. she's glad that this bakery that she decided to open can help students like you.

jiyoon let out a small chuckle as she continue to admire you studying in her bakery. jiyoon has completely forgotten to clean her bakery floor. so what? at least she can see you up close now.

days turns into weeks and weeks turns into months. after all those blood, sweat and tears you finally finished your exam. no more stressing. and that also means you can finally hang out with jiyoon. oh wait. forgot to mention that you and jiyoon has becomes close during those times. don't ask how. it's clearly because of jiyoon stupid dad jokes and pick up lines. but it's okay because it's jiyoon.

you're currently sitting in jiyoon's bakery, waiting for her to close it and calls it a day. while scrolling through your phone, you glance at the table where jiyoon's phone is at. you know you shouldn't but you can't help to peek a little when you saw a notification pops up on jiyoon's screen. seeing jiyoon's lockscreen has completely makes you forgot to see the notifications. you heartbeat quickens when you saw a candid picture of you studying on jiyoon's lockscreen. some people might creep out when they saw something like this but you were so happy when you saw it. you find this small gesture to be very meaningful and touching. it definitely warms your heart!

after a while, jiyoon came to sit in front of you with a piece of bread in her hands. she smiles before handing it to you. you took it and let out a quiet thanks which makes jiyoon chuckles.

jiyoon continue to admire you and watch carefully as you took a sip of your americano. you and jiyoon talks for a while before jiyoon took notice of you not even touching the bread she gave earlier. jiyoon raised an eyebrows and asks you softly.

"why aren't you eating it?" jiyoon mumbles, glancing at the bread on the table. don't you like it? but jiyoon has been giving you the same kind of breads for a month now. you sighs softly before giggling afterwards. jiyoon frowns deepens when you giggles.

"jiyoon, i’m gluten intolerant."

"what."

[keferon]

Man, I was thinking of your Jazz mech au and then you called it Space Ratatouille and I was thinking. What if Prowl was Jazz's mech instead of Jazz having is own. Prowl is sentient but maybe he has a cockpit that allows Jazz to control his movements. Now that's some real funky ratatouille.

I just like the idea of Jazz poking and pulling random things in Prowl and poor Prowler is doing his best to look normal infront of others.

I NEED YOU TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE BECAUSE I HAD THIS IDEA SINCE THE VERY START OF THE AU

So!

Prowl can’t just be Jazz’s mech because he already established as a normal Cybertronian right

But you know what he can? He can scan a piece of technology and then transform into it. That means he absolutely can scan Jazz’s mecha. And then become mecha himself. You see where I’m going with it YOU SEE RIGHT?

[felsicveins]

Well, now we know where Barley was

Part 1 | Part 2

[ophernelia]

recent lykaia interiors. concession stand interior inspired by the lovely @folkling. i am dreaming about that bowling alley.

[sophsun1]

Queer as Folk – 4.14: Liberty Ride

[chudenko-art]

My Operator Arden and their Excalibur (I still choose him for most Quests playthroughs)

Just a side note: Arden's pronouns are she/they

[holocene-sims]

grandma aoife's bakery 🍰✨🥧

[fortjester]

an angle that i can't remember anybody pointing out abt Gideon re: christ allegory is the idea of Wake as Mary conscious of what her role entails. Mary conscious of and accepting of the sacrifice her child will be used for.

she's visited by one of god's lyctor's – directly contacted by Mercymorn with an opportunity – and outside her interactions w G1deon, she's the only one of them Wake ever meets. in the bible, the angel who visits Mary is the same angel that directs the wise men to seek Mary and Jesus out in Jerusalem, which adds a more sinister parallel to Mercy being the one to direct G1deon to Wake's location over the Ninth.

Wake has no direct interaction with John/God until after she’s already dead, and therefore Gideon’s conception is, like Mary’s conception of Jesus, almost completely separate from God at all, except that the resulting child will be his biologically (or spiritually in Jesus’ case).

she takes a literal journey while heavily pregnant to reach the Ninth, and has to give birth in less than ideal conditions and surroundings. and the story diverges further from there, because instead of being visited and given gifts for her child’s birth, she’s attacked, betrayed, and murdered before she can complete the mission she did any of this for.

(one could argue that G1deon and Pyrrha’s role in this allegory is both that of the wise men (keeping up three separate identities = three wise men right? g1deon, pyrrha, and the Saint of Duty all visited on her in one form. much to think on) – but also of Joseph (especially given Pyrrha tells John in HTN that she didn't tell him abt Wake's pregnancy because she assumed the child was hers, and upon finding out Gideon isn't hers, she's obviously conflicted abt it, but inevitably settles on wanting to be a parent/parental figure to her despite the truth and the complexities of Wake's actions) but that’s just a whole Can of Worms, because we know very little of what actually went down during their interaction leading up to the airlock, so we’ll just let the concept lie there for the moment.)

Wake conceives, carries, and gives birth to Gideon, the distanced but biological child of God, knowing she’ll be used as a sacrifice, knowing through trial and error that the only viable method for this plan to work is through carrying the child herself. she does it all under the faith that if she does it all correctly, if she works hard enough, toughs it out, it will all be worth it. arguably, she never sees the Tomb fully opened, but she sees it breached.

another fun tidbit from this train of thought is the idea that her niece is named Our Lady of the Passion, a tangential name for the Virgin Mary in some sects of catholicism. beyond death, Wake’s belief in her mission to rid the universe of John and the Houses, her passion, as it were, is once again present in Pash, who is not exactly present when the Tomb is opened, but is around and conscious enough of her connections and roles to realise her dang cousin is also hanging around on the same planet her aunt died on. excited to see whatever dynamic she and Gideon develop in atn, Muir willing.

[folkbreeze]

Restaurant in Tartosa, still a wip

slowly building back the Tartosa restaurant wip my game decided to trash, except this wasn't in the original and I still need to recreate the back part

[skeletalheartattack]

...am I just losing my mind or did yer icon become evil? I don't remember that BeAst behind Boe

yuuuump always been behind me

[phaedraismyusername]

It's been forever since I've mentioned any books so I just wanted to shout out a few of my favourites from this year so far

Mapping The Interior by Stephen Graham Jones

This little 100ish page novella was my very first read of the year and I truly could not have started with better. It follows a 15 year old Native American boy who believes he sees his dead father walk through their house one night and his mission to recreate the experience to find answers. It's an exploration of grief and trauma, and whether or not these cycles can be broken

Horror Movie by Paul Tremblay

This is so not for everyone lol. I've read four of Tremblay's books this year and this is my favourite. This book is about a horror movie that was never released. A couple of decades later, after a few scenes and the screenplay made it onto the internet, the film has gained a cult following and the only surviving member has agreed to be a part of a much anticipated remake. This is told through excerpts of the original screenplay, the autobiographical audiobook by "the thin kid" and the current timeline of the film getting made. It's weird and uncomfortable and I ate it up in a single day

Sea Change by Gina Chung

Obligatory sad girl seeks peace entry in the list. Ro has just turned 30, works at a mall aquarium, and her boyfriend has just left her to go to Mars. Estranged from her family and sidelined from her best friends life as she plans her dream wedding, Ro spends her nights drinking sharktini's and generally making bad choices. The only light in her life is a giant Pacific octopus, Dolores, who she sees as her last real connection to her missing father, and what happens when Dolores is put up for sale. It's sad and melancholy but with a throughline of hope that slowly blossoms into what my heart needed to read lol

Siren Queen by Nghi Vo

I loved this so much. This book follows a Chinese American girl named Luli Wei as she breaks into 1930s-ish Hollywood and her journey to becoming a star as the monster known as the Siren Queen. I know that's a short summary in comparison but that's because the sale is absolutely in the vibes which are basically 'what if classic Hollywood was Faerie and make it sapphic' and if any one of those words appeal to you in the slightest then I beg you to try this one. I took out an American library e-card just to get my hands on this and it's best decision I've made all year. Please read it lol

Nothing to See Here by Kevin Wilson

This audiobook y'all. The book follows Lillian as she reconnects with her childhood sort of best friend from boarding school who has written to her begging for help with her politician husbands two children when their mother suddenly passes away. Lillian, living the life of the persistent down and outer, agrees easily, it's just for the summer and she can't turn down the money, after all how hard could it be? There's one little catch though, sometimes the kids burst into flames. When I say this audiobook broke my heart and then healed my soul I promise you I am barely exaggerating. I'm sure you could just read it and it would still be good, but Marin Ireland's narration brings so much heart to this story that I physically cannot bear to recommend it any other way lol. If you only listen to one book this year then this is the one it should be

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

i know these are my own tags on my own flop post but i cannot emphasize enough how much spocks room looks like the fuck chamber in 50 shades of grey

[divinekangaroo]

[solomiracle]

castle on the hill, wake up in the sky...

just some of my celestial realm ideas/rambles after seeing this post

instead of being one landmass, the celestial realm is broken up into a bunch of floating islands. many are easy to reach with some flying, but there are airships everywhere, for longer journeys and angels who wish to rest their wings

it's a very bright place, always filled with colors. plenty of buildings (mainly older and more holy ones) are like human world Islamic architecture, churches, and synagogues. more modern and residential areas are similar to american 70s/80s architecture (here are some examples)

there are oceans, rivers, etc, but there are many flying variants of sea creatures. thousands of angels gather to view flying whales migrate throughout the sky

clouds are said to be perfect beds to nap on! but they still move with the wind, so make sure to recite a spell, or else you might end up on the other side of the sky!

God lives in a mountain that's said to be at the far end of the sky. No one has ever seen it from afar, and it cannot be accessed unless summoned to