#lenoleum

[moonyhigh]

meu tiny little baby

ac - lenoleum

[sk1ttery]

Wallflower AU Things :))

Set a few months prior to Graves’ accident.

“Kid, I’m gonna need to to tell me your name.” The police officer taps his pen against his clipboard, eyeing Hot-Shot.

Hot-Shot shifts in the uncomfortable plastic seat, sneakers squeaking against the lenoleum floors. He crosses his arms and huffs slightly, blowing his hair out of his eyes.

The cop purses his lips. “How old are you?”

Hot-Shot stares him down, adamant in not answering.

“Can you tell me the names of those boys you were with?”

Hot-Shot turns his gaze to the clock, pointedly avoiding eye contact.

Tick

Tick..

Tick…

There’s an irritated sigh. “Son, I can do this all day…”

Perfect. So can he.

“…Or you could make this easier for both of us and tell me who you robbed that store with.” He prompts, sounding more impatient by the minute.

An uncomfortable silence falls over them before the officer sighs heavily and pushes his glasses to the top of his head. Hot-Shot can see the indents on the his nose.

“Look, kid. You’re in here every other week and it’s always because the same boys screwed you over and left you behind. I know you have some code or- whatever you want to call it, but is that really worth your future? Why don’t you just tell me your name.”

“Shouldn’t it be in your files or some shit? Considering I’m here so much.”

“So you can talk.”

“Yeah. But why would I talk to a fuckin’ pig like you.”

There’s no way he’s ratting out his friends. His old man and mama taught him better than that.

Deny. Deny. Deny.

“Did you rob that store last night.” The cop ignores the insult.

“I don’t know. Did you see me rob it.”

The officer looks exhasperated and sits back, pinching this bridge of his nose and muttering what sounds like a prayer before standing up abruptly.

Hot-Shot flinches at the sudden movement.

“I’m not doing this. I can’t-“ He walks off, probably to find a co-worker or some shit.

Hot-Shot watches the cop talk to a coworker. They keep glancing over at him and whispering to each other. He turns his gaze to the officer’s desk, studying his belongings.

The station doors slide open and he looks around only to see a very irritated looking Graves walk in.

Oh, shit.

Graves marches past him, raising a hand in a ‘don’t’ motion before Hot-Shot can get a word out, as he approaches the officers and decends into a heated conversation.

—

He’ll never understand how Graves does it. He was sure he was fucked this time, but then Graves swoops in and saves his ass.

Again.

“…Graves-“ He starts to say after they’ve been sat in the car in silence for maybe ten minutes.

Graves lifts his head from where he’d been resting it against the steering wheel.

“You told me you were done with this shit, mate- I thought after you left home you’d leave them too.”

“It was just one job.” Hot-Shot mutters.

“You say that every time. ‘Just one job.’ ‘One more job.’ ‘This is the last one, Graves.’ It never is- The whole point of you leaving was to escape that shit. But you keep going back to those fucking low-life-“

“They’re my friends-“ Hot-Shot interrupts, turning to meet Graves’ gaze.

“I’m your friend. They’re gang members. There’s difference, Forest.”

“Is there??”

“Friends don’t leave friends behind.”

Hot-Shot shuts his mouth and turns his gaze away, slumping down in his seat. He refuses to admit Graves is right.

“Don’t start sulking because I’m right.”

“Fuck you, man.” He bites out.

“Why, for caring?” Graves sounds tired. Maybe Hot-Shot’s been pushing too much...

“Look.” Graves says eventually. “I- I know you think they’re your friends, Shot, but one of these days- Sooner or later, they’re going to leave you bleeding somewhere. And I know you know that, deep down.”

Hot-Shot doesn’t answer. Maybe he does know that. Those guys have never done anything for him or to help him. Despite how much he’s done for them. How much he’s risked. How he bends over backwards for them-

Graves reaches out and ruffles his hair but Hot-Shot ducks away. He’s not in the mood.

Graves retracts his hand. “Let’s just go home,” He mutters, starting the car.

[black-wolf-spirit]

“Until Death do us Part” … Reductive lenoleum cut block print

… I’ll post better pictures of these later

[parkerjosiah]

Sleep Paralysis i was woken up by a sound, possibly coming from outside. fugue state of near sleep paralysis and near terror that comes with it. Body like a shell. The dream was this. Living in apartment, top floor with outdoor wooden staircase, much has led up to this point. Creation of identity, rationalization of non linearity leading to it. listening to a song, slowthai - list. About having to go down into the crawlspace to work, no apology but i always have to go down there, implication is to grind. song is good. I’m doing the same. I open my door and am confronted with a memory. Of a girl who lives beneath me. i am having woman troubles, tammy from middle school, and jasmine, my old roommates lover. They want to help me, love me and keep me safe. I cant have it. I open my door and slide down lenoleum through a narrow passage like the top of a can thats been opened and accidentally pressed downwards. Im in an apartment now. I can hear my bird. I have a roommate, he is chinese. He is watching sports, possibly even competitive videgames while sitting in the bed, maybe golf. ive returned from class. Its dark. The light from the screen illuminates his face despite being at least a few paces from where the tv is positioned up and away from the bed. Above his head is a small chandelier or circular structure, what else could it be. I tell him ive just gotten out of class, somoehow this is communicated. I open my bag and start to to take out my books but theyre all large books unfamiliar to me, they have large gray and white covers with a large character drawn on the face of each, then with a word enscribed under it. Chinese. Theyre his textbooks and ive managed to either accidentally have taken his books with me to school or am just not realizing that ive emptied his bag on the floor and not my own. He speaks little english and i am trying to apologize, he laughs if off. We seem to be fairly close now, as roommates can be. Above his head, i see my yellow canary, it’s hopped onto the chandelier and is hopping around the edge in circles now, parading or dancing. And it has a small sprig of white flowers with green stems (i imagine) in its beak. They point miraculously upward like a proper buque (boo-kay). I want to tell him about this but it doesnt come across. I find my sketchbook and a pencil. I begin to write “my bird is” but the letters are all crumpled, i write again “the bird” again, a bad start. I am trying to space the letters in my usual caps with a good spacing between each letter and word “the bird is holding” is as far as i get. a little bit more about what i am wearing. Skinny jeans, quite skinny, like those i got from jack in highschool. And my old red parka, from. Im dressed as myself in youth. But i feel like a college aged adult.

[strangeblueanimal]

Caboose is a bit like a cat. Mostly basing this on the psa where it’s said he breaks into red base to sleep on their heated lenoleum floor and have fun dreams. Add more cat caboose momence in the reblogs if you have them thank you

[sidespromptblog]

Horror Idea:

You move into an old house, or rather a house that's old by your standards.

There's wallpaper on practically every wall that's started to curl from the old age, the kitchen has been painted some God awful mustard yellow color that includes the stove, the ceiling is popcorned, and the floors lenoleum instead of normal wood.

By all means it's a dated but entirely normal house.

At least until you start to hear the scratching every time you take a shower.

You've had inspectors and exterminators over practically every week to find out what it is. To see if there's rats, roaches, or if the wiring in the walls has started to come loose and rub against the insides of the walls. Nevertheless, it doesn't matter who you call, the answer is always the same.

There's nothing there.

You hear it one final time when you get out of the shower, as you towel your hair you investigate where you heard it coming from, which is the same place you always heard it coming from. The hallway that leads to the kitchen, where the matching wallpaper is.

The wallpaper that had curled up significantly more since you just took a shower.

Where a single fingernail, a human fingernail lays on the carpeted floor.

Looking like it had been pulled off of a finger, it's bloodied.

Fresh.

Behind you, you hear a scratching.

[aliienation]

Brown smattered the floor from a thankfully peanut butter scented substance that decorated the lenoleum tiles, the chair cushions, walls, and everywhere it could reach. And especially...GIR.

In hindsight you’d think by this point Zim would have learned that leaving GIR and Minimoose to their own devices, with messy substances nearby was a terrible idea. Especially food substances.

“The peanut Peanut Butter Empire is complete!” GIR declared as he placed a crumpled rendition of a crown he had made on top of his head. “And I’m the Peanut Butter King!”

“Nya!”

“You cans be my peanut butter servant.”

@normalestxhumanxzim

[mespinozart]

Proud of what I just did! It took me literally six hours (without counting the time spent on carving and cutting paper) to finish this series of 16 zines. "There are many types of SHOES" explores what defines me and what doesn't identifies me through shoes I own. #printmaking #letterpress #lenoleum #ink #zines #art #crafts #cca #projectdone #shoes #blackink #reproduction #artisticprocess #artisticpractice (at California College Of Arts Oakland Campus)

[pigeonpolly]

20.12.2021.

Hello everyone!

I was pretty productive yesterday. It's already one o'clock today, but I haven't done anything. Everything distracts me.

I played Fallout last night. I love the atmosphere of the game so much, just incredible feeling, and this radio is just wow.

Plans for today:

Go with my sister to donate blood at a donor center

Connect to an online holiday at work

Make mimosa salad (I'm so glad I finally found vegan mayonnaise)

Plans for a week:

Check students' work in HR management

Check students' work in practice (deadline tuesday evening)

Add a new assignment for students to the system

Put Lenoleum in the bathroom

Send a postcard to Germany

To finish my diploma (now my survey has already been filled in by

62 people, for which I am incredibly grateful. There are not so many left to 100, but I am afraid that I will not have time to type).

Purchase products for the New Year's table

I got so confused in business that I was filling out the diary and fell into a panic, as I have no time to do anything and there is no New Year's mood. How do you deal with burnout while on vacation?

[jassandratrash]

rogueprincessdanie said:

Jake catches Cassie when she trips.

Thanks for the prompt!

I’m taking Jassandra prompts for the night!

Jake felt ridiculous and yet fascinated to be standing in the Annex wearing a tailored suit from Victorian times. Why the Universe had to have conspired to send them on a mission through time he didn’t know. He appreciated seeing all the different periods he’d always studied of course, loved it even, but he wasn’t appreciating the clothes. He’d never wanted to wear a flannel and a pair of jeans so badly in his entire life.

At least The Library still existed here, so things were easier. It unnerved him a little bit that the Annex looked nearly exactly the same. However, nothing made him feel as woozy as did seeing Charlene and Judson young and hanging all over each other like Eve and Flynn.

He stood by the mirror checking himself over, before remembering that the mirror was commonly the residence of deceased Librarians and Guardians. Feeling slightly haunted, he heard footsteps coming from the staircase and walked over.

He smiled as he saw Cassandra coming down to the main floor, dressed in a big Victorian gown with her hair in curls. The gown suited her-not that there was anything that didn’t- though she didn’t look as happy as he was to see her. She mumbled words his mother would’ve scrubbed out his mouth with soap for using as she tried to fumble her way down the spiral staircase while holding her gown up. He tried to suppress a laugh.

Suddenly, there was a yelp, and his eyes grew wide as he saw her face freeze for a second before she flew into the air and began sliding down the stairs. He rushed to the base of them and held out his arms just in time for her to come crashing into them.

They both lay on the hard lenoleum floor in a heap, Cassandra on top of Jake,the skirt of her dress laying everywhere. They grunted in pain as Cassandra rolled off of him.

“Sorry.” she said. “Damn heels and the stupid dress...”

“You never really do too well with the heels do you Cassie?” Jake teased, sitting up and rubbing a kink out of the back of his neck.

“Hey!” she yelled defensively. “Excuse me for preferring loafers and boots. What do you expect me to wear when we’re running around forests all the time?”

They sighed and sat there not saying anything else, but after a moment, they looked at each other and couldn’t do anything but burst into laughter. All dressed up in history’s best and they were lying on the annex floor like fools.

Jake stood up first and then offered his hand to Cassie to help her stand up. As she rose to her feet she teetered, and then looked over to the staircase to see that she’d lost a shoe in the fall. Giggling, she hobbled over to the staircase and picked it up.

“Looks like I’m playing Cinderella today.” she said, holding up the shoe to show Jake.

“Actually,” Jake said, as Cassie slipped the shoe back on. “The popularly accepted version of Cinderella was published in the 17th century and we’re in the 19th so...”

He looked up and saw that Cassandra was staring at him with rolled eyes and a hand on her hip.

“Never mind,” he said, shaking his head.

He walked up and offered out his arm.

“Ready for the ball Cinderella?” he asked.

“So long as we find that artifact and get out of here yes,” she said, grabbing his arm. “And Cassie is just fine.”

“Well Cassie, would you still be willing to save me one dance?”

“I think that can be arranged.”

Jake smiled and Cassandra blushed before they walked out the door to become The Librarians of the 19th century.

[cosplayfanatics]

character:BloodRayne cosplayer:@Lenoleum cosplay [https://www.tumblr.com/blog/blackdahlia13] Photographer:Anna Chebakova(she has not page there)

[slowibln]

Wartezimmer... Die unerkannte Kontaktbörse

Ich sitze seit einer Stunde in diesem grauen, muffigen Verließ. Die einzige Unterhaltung ist das Dingdong des Aufruf-Bildschirms. Für Einzelne ist er die Karte hier raus. Raus aus dem tristen, mit löchrigem Lenoleum ausgelegten Raum mit unbequemen Möbeln. Hinein in eine aufregende Glitzerwelt der Sachbearbeiter.

Doch in der Not hält man zusammen. Eine Dame rafft sich auf, das Schweigen zu durchbrechen: „Warten Sie auch schon lange? Mein Termin war vor 20 Minuten. Ich mache mir langsam Sorgen“.

Die Warte-Erdmännchen, in ihre Handys und Antragsdokumente vertieft, schauen verschreckt auf. Sie sondieren die Lage. Keine Gefahr.

Und dann geht es los: Ein fröhlich, lustiges Gespräch beginnt zwischen den 20 Wartezimmergefangenen.

Das einst befreiende Dingdong ist nun ein Störfaktor. Aber man sieht sich wieder, denn: Nach dem Sachbearbeiter wartet man auf die Ausgabe.

Willkommen in der Zulassungsstelle.

[2-eunseo]

Lenoleum print. 2016.jan.23

[tndesign-blog-blog]

A linoleum print project "Senses & Functions"

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