#kirsten's room

[desertdollranch]

Kirsten's bedroom renovation

It's a sunny spring day in Minnesota Territory, and Kirsten is stuck indoors, helping with the spring cleaning. Her first task is to sweep the upstairs bedrooms--she shares one with her three siblings, and so it gets messy very quickly. But Kirsten doesn't complain--she remembers her previous home, a one-room log cabin on her aunt and uncle's farm. That was easier to clean, but it was hard sharing such a small place with six people. After a fire burned that cabin down, the Larsons bought a much larger house, the beautiful home they dreamed they'd have when they left Sweden two years ago.

As for my part in this, I created a bedroom for my Kirsten doll a few years ago, but I recently renovated it to make it look more like the illustrations in Kirsten's sixth book, Changes for Kirsten.

The walls in this illustration look like they've been finished with plaster, which was common in houses at the time. The light color would have come from local sources of limestone.

So most of the changes I made were to the walls and windows. I used printed photographs for the windows, and added the twelve-pane window frames over the images before printing. For the walls, I took down the boring white wood paneling. I imitated that plastered look using tissue paper stuck to the first layer of pale yellow paint, and then I painted another layer over the tissue paper.

The furnishings are basically the same, except for the trunk on the right side of this photo. She used to store her clothes in the top half of Felicity's clothes press, which I mentioned in my recent post about moving the clothes press into the parlor for Caroline to use. After I did that, I knew Kirsten would need a place to store her clothes, and what better piece than a smaller version of her trunk?

Most of the things in the above picture are not from Kirsten's collection. The bed was made by my grandpa when I was eight and first got my Kirsten doll. My mom made the quilt on the bed and the one on the rocking chair, the pillow and mattress on the bed, and the two darker gray cats. The foot stove next to the bed is Pleasant Company, and so are the shoes (including snow shoes) lined up next to the trunk. The rocking chair came from an antique store. I made everything else: both rugs, the cradle, the nightstand, the candle and book and stuffed cat on the nightstand, the cross stitch hanging on the wall, the shelves and everything on them, the painted round boxes at the foot of the bed, baby Britta's dress, and Kirsten's quilt square in the embroidery hoop.

This is a little wooden trunk I found at a craft store. I painted it blue and then painted on the decorative designs using stencils.

That's Kirsten's straw hat hanging on the wall, from her collection. My mom made the two sunbonnets.

I gave it a weathered look by lightly brushing on white and red paint.

The trunk can hold all of Kirsten's clothes. It has room for a few more dresses too. I have almost all of Kirsten's clothes; I'm only missing her baking outfit, skating coat, and promise dress.

I also made the gingham curtains for the windows. There's a lot of blue and white going on in here, so I wanted them to match the color themes.

Next to Britta's cradle are the round boxes I made to hold Kirsten's socks and ribbons, which are all Pleasant Company things. Her lunch box and bucket are from craft stores.

I remade her honey crate and the jars of honey. They now contain clear glue dyed with food coloring. I made her little gnomes too.

The rocking chair was an antique store find. It's perfect for her to sit with her baby sister Britta.

I also painted a little flourish on the end of her bed.

This definitely isn't all of Kirsten's collection--I have a few pieces hidden away underneath her room that won't fit here. That includes her actual big trunk that my grandpa made, her Saint Lucia wreath and tray that I made, her dishes set from her official collection, and some other small things that she doesn't need in her room.

[venusimleder]

Dayton’s Oval Room ad, Yves Saint Laurent Rive Gauche, 1997.

[gremlinshatephilosophers]

Me with the phedsheets, 12/30/2009, 10:03 a.m.

Sadly this relic from IKEA is lost to time, but I dug up some childhood photographic evidence that I had the phedsheets! Ironically the era I had them on my bed from late 2009-early 2011 was the time when Phil switched over to the duvet with the triangles so perhaps 7 year old me teleported over to England and stole them from him.

(Also those violently green walls - maybe I really did take after Phil with my interior design choices)

[radishprincesss]

♡ finally put my shelf together today ♡

[blingblingmcintosh24]

Yellow bedroom.

Chambre jaune.

🥺💛

[cann1bal-kitt3n-x]

[01sproject]

[buggotbrain]

i just had a random thought. yk we keep making random jokes like "lol what if there's a 18th houseguest and it's derek x" "what if there's another hg and it's bc luke has a twin?". i'll do you one (CRACKED!!) better, what if there's a 18th houseguest and it's zach rance??

[soweirdondisney]

Non-Streaming Content for Halloween

Made a YouTube playlist that features:

Under Wraps (1997)

Susie Q

H E Double Hockey Sticks

The Jersey's Halloween episode

The Nightmare Room ft. Cara DeLizia and Jermaine Williams

The Nightmare Room ft. Shia Labeouf

(Tower of Terror with Kirsten Dunst was on there, but it seems the video has been removed.)

Happy Halloween, Weirdos!

[skyhawkstragedy]

Kirsten did well. More of this plz

[kirstenonic05]

Timelapse of my rooms for Joseph in Pitter Patter Pop!

[keyonsketches]

"Breakfast in the dining room" water color sketch by Keyon aka Kirsten Dennis

[venusimleder]

Dayton’s Oval Room ad, Prada, 1997.

[kaovru]

suelta una breve risa al escuchar las palabras de su compañera, agradeciendo que la presencia contraria lo acompañe en ese lugar tan horrendo. le ayudaba a distraerse, y no pensar demasiado en la posibilidad de un potencial ataque de unas muñecas. ‘ te lo agradezco infinitamente, esa patada haría que salgan volando y sea más fácil escapar de ellas ’ se inventa aquel escenario, siguiendo los movimientos contrarios con la mirada, observándola con algo de expectativa, pues no se imagina qué es lo que tiene en mente cuando recoge aquella muñeca. tiene que reír una vez más cuando compara las cabelleras contrarias, llevando una mano hacia su propio mentón, como si fingiera que está analizando las semejanzas entre ellas. ‘ ¿sabes? al final, yo tenía razón ’ dice, al final. ‘ tú eres mucho más bonita — tu cabello también lo es ’ asegura, pues nada en esa muñeca le resultaba agradable a la vista, en comparación con ella. ‘ ah, yo también estoy perdido ’ admite, terminando por sentarse en el borde de la cama, murmurando un suave con permiso cuando mira a las muñecas que permanecen sentadas ahí. ‘ creo que nos están tratando de confundir… por un lado, algunas cosas indican que los hermanos tuvieron algo que ver, pero luego parece que nada tiene sentido, y que pudo haberse escapado— es bastante confuso, así que no estás sola ’ comenta. ‘ sé que es una investigación individual, ¿pero quieres que busquemos juntos? ya ves que dicen que dos cabezas piensan mejor que una ’ y, después de todo, estaban en el mismo equipo. no había nada que perder, piensa.

"No planeaba pelear con las muñecas hoy, pero... te pondré en marcado rápido en caso de que suceda." Es imposible no sonreír. Al fin y al cabo, era una situación tan poco probable que bromear se le hacía fácil. "Y si ellas te atacaran a ti, creo que al menos podría ayudar con... una patada o algo así. En realidad, no soy muy buena peleando. Pero lo intentaría," señala, alzando un dedo índice y empujando la yema contra el brazo de su compañero. Su manera silenciosa de añadir el por ti al final de esa oración. Acto seguido se aleja unos pasos, lo suficientes para llegar hasta una de las muñecas y alzarla. Se sentía erróneo de alguna forma, pero de todos modos coloca al lado de su propio rostro para comparación. "Tenemos el mismo cabello," dice, reprimiendo la curva de una sonrisa, que en realidad oculta algo más. Algo que no se atreve a concretar. Es bueno, entonces, que salga el tema de las pistas, y distraer su mente con las muchas cosas que no ha encontrado. Como distraída, peina a la muñeca antes de dejarla donde estaba. "No realmente. O al menos, nada que tenga sentido. Es nuestra tarea unir los puntos pero..." suelta un bufido, antes de reírse, a partes iguales con y sin humor. "¿Es normal sentirse tan tonta? Te juro que en la universidad no me pasaba."

[virtual-bunny]

chubby reader! y/n who is sweating her ass off in this fucking heat, wearing tight jean shorts and a tank top that squeezes her round body, bending down to grab stuff from the floor, whining about the heat and pulling her shirt up to fan herself with it vs chubby chaser! roommate who has to excuse himself and lock himself in his room to beat his meat because he cannot help getting hard over how fucking hot she looks in those tight shorts and how her sweat makes her whole being shine.

the roommate in question:

Kotaro Bokuto, Kuroo Tetsuro, Shoyo Hinata, Tanaka Ryunosuke, Atsumu Miya, Suna Rintaro, Kozume Kenma, Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Izuku Midoriya, Keigo Takami, Katsuki Bakugo, Jean Kirsten, Connie Springer, Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, and many more

[visceral-reject]

I know it didn’t win the poll but I humbly ask you to write that RZ! Micheal Myers size kink fanfiction whenever you have the time and if you are feeling up to it🙏

{this is so late and I sincerely apologize TvT}

Sedatives

Tags: Dub-Con, Size Kink, Rough Sex, Choking, Manhandling, Reader is mentions to be a nurse some time ago, blood, knives, overstimulation, Michael is a warning himself. a/: this will most likely be one out of 2 parts anon im so sorry TvT

Sweet thing you were, you���d give the shirt off your own back if someone in need called for it, so giving and so trusting to even the most hardened criminals. It was a wonder how someone like you graced the halls of Smith’s Grove Sanitarium. You, a star-eyed nurse fresh from medical school. The scum and slime that riddled the halls of the hellish “sanctuary” you’d been accepted into. You skip down the halls with your checklist and medicine cart in tow. You were kind. You were happy. You’d given patients who’d hadn’t seen the sun in years the same kindness as one would give to an old friend. But you favored one more than the others.

Michael fucking Myers.

Silent halls.

Odd shadows.

Creaking wheels.

The usual ambiance of Smith’s Grove had finally settled within your nerves after a long long few months. You, with your now worn in uniform, counted the rooms with an intent gaze. On the left, even numbers, and parallel to them were odds. Though it was a weird concept, there was a reason. Those on the left, the doctors deemed ‘safe’ and had the possibility of rehabilitation.

Inmates that resided on the right wing however, well you didn’t quite know if you’re being honest, you weren’t allowed to even breath the wing’s direction yet. But one digresses. Your low heels made a blunt click click click upon the cold floors as you neared your station, medicine cart in tow. Your manicured hand reached for your ID, ringing yourself in as the loud pang alerted you of the unlocked status of the door, which was shoved open by your hip as you passed a polite nod to security. Your trek was cut short however, your overseer tugging you aside with a rather harsh hand.

“ You’re the medicine girl right?”

medicine girl…right. Giving a curt nod he sighed, his breath reeking of cheap coffee and some kind of alcohol. His orders were short, clipped and rather rude. Though the next words he uttered left your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“ You’re doing both wards. Kirsten…had an incident. “

Fucking hell.

So now, here you were, approaching your last patient for the night. With security stalking behind you with scowls as they glared at patients through the tiny windows. You gulps, it was never patients that scared you, no. It was the sleazes that worked outside the cells. Their wolffish stares and ugly grins. You shook your head, you were approaching Michael’s cell.

You didn’t know much about him, only whispers of the monster, the brute that killed most of his family. A grade A killer, someone that should be locked away from society if not for Mr. Loomis’s need to study him like some kind of bug. But, you being you, wouldn’t let that stop you from being kind. That’s what irked you most about people here, these patients were still human at the end of the day. They still bled, they still died, they had interests and dislikes and personalities. You sighed, eying the dainty wrist watch. ‘ Just an hour and a half..’ you thought as some scum of a man unlocked the heavy metal door. Eying you as you motioned him to move aside.

“ Careful, he hasn’t seen such a young thing like you in a while…might finally remember he’s got a cock. “ the guard, who’s tag read Pierson, chuckled, elbowing his colleague. You could feel their gaze raking across your body, internally you gagged. Lurching forward was a far easier than you wanted to admit, medicines and needles clattering at the motion as the door slammed behind you, leaving you to jump.

Michael’s room was…interesting looking at it.

Buzzing overhead lights gave some relief as you tended to your cart, organizing the arrangement of pills and sedatives in their respective cup to serve to the inmate, who’s back was turned to you, fiddling with another mask that would surely find its way with the rest that perched upon the greening walls. Finally, you found the correct assortment. Smiling to yourself, you turned to face the mountain of a man.

“ Alright Mr.Myers, here’s your dailies! Dr. Loomis upped your sedatives so if you feel a bit off thats the cause! “ you chirped, leaving the cup a bit of a distance. Like you’d heard from the other nurses, Michael gave no indication of acknowledgment, hands stained with the glue-water mixture. The masks on the wall drew your attention, though you didn’t dare raise a hand to touch the precious things, knowing how it felt to have your art defiled by ignorant hands. “ You have a lovely night Mr. Myers! The mask are gorgeous as well! Truly a work of art. “ you smiled, warmth radiating from your aura.

Oh sweet thing. What have you done?