#log style decoration

[secretgardenfox]

A suspended cabinet is designed under the TV, on which objects and ornaments can be placed, and a sweeping robot can be placed below. At the same time, drawers are designed to place messy small things, which looks high-end and practical. If you like Jimei, please collect it.

[vintagehomecollection]

House Beautiful Weekend Homes, 1990

[shortwings]

Porch - Rustic Porch

[rhenuvee]

Playing Animal Crossing New Horizons with HSR Men

Warnings: ugly villager slander, established relationship (can be platonic or romantic)

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Argenti: Your fellow knight of beauty grows quite fond of the game, immediately finding the freedom of creativity in decoration endearing. He always gives you compliments on your OOTD, and takes screenshots whenever you design a new area on your island. Argenti gave himself the gardening job- spending his bells on red rose seeds. He gets proficient in following the flower guide, and is very proud of himself if he ever gets a golden rose on your island. He loves the villagers, finding them each very cute, and even beauty in the "ugly" villagers. "Did you see the villagers wearing the red rose on their head? I must say I am flattered they love it so much. Though, I am more happy that they appreciate the beauty of our island." He enjoys documenting the beautiful places in your island with photos <3

Aventurine: From the beginning he points out the fact that Tom Nook is a capitalist, which makes you roll your eyes thinking he thinks this game is silly. However, it is quite the opposite as it doesn't take him long to get out of his home loan debt and is somehow extremely lucky. It's unfair to you that he could just log in on any given day and have the best deal for turnips. However because you are his favourite he says he’s willing to buy you whatever you want, he guesses. He happens to be able to catch rare species like the Coelacanth, and it infuriates you but you really can't be if it's helping the museum. "445 bells per turnip, sounds like music to my ears~" "What's that? You want this violin? Well I guess I could spare you a few bells... is one million okay?"

Blade: Let's not kid ourselves here- it takes a lot of convincing and help from Silver Wolf to get him to even be in the presence of Animal Crossing. He says he would much rather stand and look at the wall (SW: "You already do that everyday"). Eventually he sits himself next to you, and listens to your giddy rambling about what to do in the game while he puts on a serious face not saying anything. After the preliminary tutorial/startup gameplay, he finally says, “…why is this rat harassing me for money.” However, the loans aren't the worst but the villagers chasing him down are. He purposely ignores them and grumbles when you tell him to answer ):/. He prefers to watch you play, but because he sees you smile and laugh at his sarcastic comments, he thinks it's not so bad.

Boothill: He's definitely down to try it out, but he ends up being a bit of a troll. He doesn't really mind cute/ugly villagers, until he judges them for what they say. “That’s right, (y/n) did catch all those fish.” “Did he just ask me if he could call me Muffin.” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I GOTTA PAY ANOTHER LOAN?!!?” Yeah… he quickly feels the grindy-ness, complaining that Tom Nook was working him like a forkin’ dog. A little bit of comical rage, but he won’t lie he is enjoying it. He also asks if there are any guns and he is disappointed, so he opts for the net. He's a little rough and rowdy, but he does it in style. That being said, he 100% spends his extra bells on a cowboy outfit.

Dan Heng: He agrees instantly- aw :(. He knows you (and March) have been begging him to play. He’s is fairly good at it- gets out of the tent quickly, masters catching creatures, a nicely organized house… He’s quite resourceful too, chopping down trees and going to mystery islands to farm the heck out of it. The villagers love him, both of you often seeing them run to him with the little sparkly flowers. And even though he's normally serious, you can't help but fawn over how sweet he is with the villagers. "...She wants to call me Shmoopy, do I-" "YES." Villagers asking him to catch a fish? He's immediately on it. He remembers their names and treats them like real people :(

Dr. Ratio: "Is it educational?" Bro is such a nerd. You deadpan at him, and sass him for expecting this to be IXL or something. He is also one to get through the tutorial part easily. You expected him to be overly critical of the game, but he finds appreciation in the museum: both the creatures and the art. Is it a farfetched idea that I think he'd know how to tell the reals and fakes right off the bat? "Do you really think Da Vinci spilled coffee on his work?" At least it saves you the troubles of wasting your bells and getting a fake. I think your island would not be a mess, and would have at least a few statues (you know the ones) which add his touch to it.

Gallagher: Honestly he's happy as long as he gets a little area for himself. Kind of a wild card this one- somehow calm and chaotic at the same time, and it's puzzling because how is he doing such weird things with a straight face? Trolls the villagers quite a bit (he's lucky ACNH villagers are nice) by hitting them with a net (just once though) and giving them different catchphrases every time they ask. "Why is Bob saying 'spaghettini' at the end of his sentences?" "Um, because I thought it'd be funny? Also I'm kinda hungry so-" "Gallagher ):/" Despite the randomness, he is wholesome at times. He is also one to compliment your new outfit, and stargaze with you on the new area you decorated.

Gepard: He's busy so you weren't expecting too much from him, but he takes pride in having a well-rounded island. He gets so excited when he catches a new species that you don't have yet- what a cutie. Also goes full throttle when there's a bug-off or fishing tourney. Despite being a video game, I feel like there will be some way he messes up taking care of plants. The flowers overgrow, the turnips rot, and he doesn't understand why the trees aren't growing? But with some tips from you along with your island designing skills, your island rank moves up and he is BEAMING. "Zucker asked about you." "...he did?" "Mhm, he asked how you were doing, and said he saw you laying out pathways on the island."

Jing Yuan: He finds it so cute when you ask him to play. Lowkey like Blade where he likes watching your happy expressions when playing. He's happy that this game provides him a way to relax while not getting bored. Secretly an enjoyer of villager drama: "Wolfgang wants to apologize to Audie with this present. What happens if I don't deliver it?" "Again? Ah, just give it to her quickly." "...what if I don't." "...Jing Yuan." Oddly I feel like he'd enjoy the group stretching (what an old man), and encourages you to join. Like the "Dozing General" he is, there will be times when he's inactive and gets the bed head.

Luocha: You weren't expecting him to enjoy the game, but he's surprisingly willing to be resourceful. His storage is full of materials, which you scold him for because this is the reason for his empty undecorated house. But he always has things you need so you can't exactly complain. Also one to be pretty smart with managing bells and resources, able to maximize their worth. When the island gets visitors like Label or Flick, he has items ready. "Luocha... where did you get that coat?" "This? It's a designer piece, from Miss Label." I'd say he does have a sense of beauty in design, so thankfully your island is gorgeous.

Sampo: Sympathizes with Redd like a true scammer. "Aw look, he just needs a bit of money to get started... he even gave us a 'cousin's discount'." However, a rivalry starts with Redd when Sampo's first art piece turned out to be fake (scammer gets scammed moment). He asks if he can be the salesman that he's supposed to be. When villagers run up to him to offer bells for an item he has, he accepts thinking it'll get him a deal along the way. Unfortunately friendship gets you nowhere in terms of home loans. I'd say he's pretty good with the turnip stonks, so there's a balance. Also TRASH ISLAND. I'm sorry, but your man is a hoarder, "But what if I need this?" (Literally me.)

Welt: When you ask him to play he asks why the animals are crossing. He finds the style and characters are so cute, and he can see why you enjoy it. This is definitely a way he gets in touch with his "youthful" side. He loves the creative freedom in the game, even getting indecisive about how to design your island, and thinking of what outfit to wear. He once made a simple t-shirt for fun, but was surprised when he saw a villager wearing it. It'd be so cute and funny when he learns new emotes- and he just spams them with a straight face. Not gameplay related, but I feel like in his free time he'd draw you both in villager form <3.

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[jamieontheroof]

Random things I noticed while playing What Remains Of Edith Finch

There was a poster of the cannery that Lewis worked at on the boat.

2. Edith Jr wears what appears to be an engagement on a necklace. Whether this is her ring or her mothers is not mentioned.

3. At the start of the game, Milton's missing posters are EVERYWHERE. There is even a giant pile of them in a nearby lake.

4. The dragon slide that crushed and killed Sven is still outside.

5. As you walk toward the house, the music gets louder.

6. The swing that Calvin flew off decades ago is still looped around the branch.

7. There was a spare peep hole in the garage that didn't have any names or dates on it.

8. At multiple points throughout the game you can hear a train in the background, despite the fact that the train tracks are clearly destroyed.

9. There are multiple pots throughout the Finch house that looks like they have eyes.

10. One of the books the Finches possessed was 'King in Yellow', a book known for making anyone who read it insane.

11. The house sounds alive, or like there are people constantly moving around it.

12. Walters bedroom is painted with both ocean and train designs. One of the paintings is the old house that Odin tried to bring to America.

13. There are drag marks on the ground of Walters bedroom (most likely made when his drawers were taken out of his room.)

14. The entrance to the tunnels is hidden by a book called 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, a classic sci-fi story about a sea monster.

15. Molly's room is filled entirely with animal books.

16. There is a jelly fish on Molly's bed (possible connection to the monster??).

17. Molly has a chalkboard in her bedroom where she is a princess in an underwater castle and Sven is about to get attacked by a sea monster (slightly resembling the dragon slide).

18. As shark!Molly starts falling down the cliff, she passes a road where headlights are briefly scene.

19. When the monster gets back to Molly's room, the window that cat!Molly jumped through is still open.

20. There are still Christmas decorations in Molly's room.

21. The curse is 500 years old. That is a lot of dead people.

22. In Odin's viewfinder, it states "His [Odin's] daughter, Edie, is already dreaming of new Finch house" showing that even though her own father died not even a week ago, Edie has already moved on.

23. The house is filled head to toe with books about death, including two that Odin wrote.

24. Sven's shrine does not have a log painting like the rest of the family. His portrait is painted on a simple canvas.

25. Edie has a number of strange tapes in her room including one titled "conspiracy now".

26. The toys from Gregory's final bath are still in the bathroom.

27. There is an old bottle of alcohol in the bathroom bin.

28. A lot of Sam's photos are based on Calvin (a swing, astronauts).

29. All of Milton's drawings are based on the death. (Molly = cat, Barbara = pumpkin)

30. There are cigarettes and gin on Sam's side of the room he shared with Calvin.

31. Calvin already had bruises, Band-Aids and a cast on his leg when he died.

32. Sam blames himself for challenging Calvin.

33. In the story, Calvin doesn't fall. He keeps flying.

34. Barbara's birthday cake is still in her room.

35. Barbara is holding crutches in her portrait.

36. There are totem-esc styles statues of both Calvin and Molly

37. Barbara's outfit is over the railing.

This is the same way the Hook-Man falls

38. "Performance of her life" can also mean that it is the performance she is known for.

39. There are spare portrait logs in the basement.

40. There is a fake window in the basement.

41. Edie's grave is finished despite her dying and then nobody else going to the house.

42. There is no grave for Milton.

43. Lewis' grave has a crown on it.

44. There are times wear it seems like you can hear sobbing (this one may just be me).

45. There is a box of Kay's old stuff in Sam's bedroom.

46. Odin has a park named after him.

47. This isn't a fact but I think this may be one of the funniest photos of the game (LIKE SIR? YOUR DAUGHTER IS SOBBING!).

48. Both Calvin and Dawn are on Sam's shrine.

49. Gus has a skateboard over his name.

50. Gregory has the soap bottle from his final bath in his shrine.

51. The music cuts out when Gregory isn't moving.

52. Same also blames himself for Gregory.

53. Gus never met his step mother.

54. Gus was crushed by the (totem) statues of his deceased relatives.

55. Dawn's light switch is the only one on

56. Most of the rules are about past deaths. (No playing outside without permission : Calvin, No answering door for strangers : Barbara, No messes after dark : Molly (???)).

57. Milton's garden has a castle (reference to the Unfinished Swan)

58. There is a small Sanjay shrine in the classroom

59. Edith JR did an assignment on her family history.

60. Lewis drew on his desk.

61. There is no death date for Milton on his peephole.

62. Edith JR wrote Milton's death date as 2003 (the year he disappeared).

63. The door from the flip book is in Milton's room.

64. Lewis' dream Palace is decorated with fish.

65. The gnomes scattered around the house are outside the original house in Edie's story.

66. The credits roll in reverse order.

AND THAT'S IT!! I had a few others I thought didn't need to go in.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1928 house is known as the Doll's House. The Swiss Chalet style home was designed by William Van Egmond as a wedding present for his daughter, and became a designated heritage property in 1983. Located in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada, it has 2bds, 1ba, $299,900.

It is soooo cute! You enter and there is a large closet to the right.

The owners have painted it pure white, which masks the architectural features, but you can paint them contrasting colors to match your decor. Look at how interesting the fireplace is- I don't know if it was ever real- there's a wire in the wall, probably for electric logs.

The wood around the interesting triangular window is obliterated by the white paint.

Details of the fireplace.

I wonder what the original color of the wood was. Forget about staining it, now that the paint is on.

Look at that- a little built-in bench. Do you think that the details would look better in pastel or a dark brown or black? There's an old phone on the wall, so the bench was for sitting and talking on the phone.

Isn't the little dining area cute? Two built-in cabinets.

The kitchen is directly off the dining room, and look at the vintage door chimes.

In the vintage kitchen they painted the frame around the fridge black. I don't think I like black. Notice the small triangular window.

There's a little cupboard in the corner and maybe even a place for a small bistro table or island on wheels.

Oh, look at that, I didn't realize that the closet door is glass.

What a large primary bedroom. Very nice. More beautiful features.

Cute vintage bath. The tub looks original. Why do they like that weird beige-y color?

Little pedestal sink with an original medicine cabinet over it.

The 2nd bedroom has a surprisingly big closet.

Look at the skinny window on the stairs.

There's a closet and some shelving down in the basement.

Wow, look at the antique washing machine. It has a wringer. There's a nice workbench along the wall, too.

Outside, there's a cute fence and gate, plus a side door and the garage.

Nice evergreen tree in the yard.

Cute yard with another nice tree. 3,876 sq ft lot.

Gate for the 2 car garage. What happened to the road? Are they paving it, b/c they took away the driveway apron.

So adorable.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2812-McCallum-Ave-Regina-SK-S4S-0P9/352227873_zpid/

[wxshing-aep]

The Prom Committee (pt 1)

Ethan Morales x fem!reader

based on this request:

"how about one where y/n runs an after school club so Ethan keeps getting detention on purpose to see her because he thinks “clubs are for dorks” to quote Paxton and so his reputation as the bad boy isn’t ruined"

Warnings: swearing, banter, the word boobs

AN: decided to make it a 2 parter cause it was getting long while I was writing it and wanted to give Ethan more depth of character than the actually show so part 2 coming tmrw probs!

When his assignment was handed back by Señora Diaz upside down, Ethan wasn't surprised by the big F glaring back at him in red ink when he turned the page over.

“Stupid bitch” he muttered under his breath.

“In Español, Ethan” Señora Diaz paused on her way back to the blackboard, unsure of what he said but certain that it wasn't in Spanish.

“Sorry" he retorted and she continued her route back to the front of the classroom.

"perra estúpida”

“ethan!”

That’s how Ethan ended up in detention for the umpteenth time in his academic career, tapping his pen on the desk in the nearly empty classroom with Mr. Shapiro's happy go-lucky self staring back at him.

"Well, happy to have you here Ethan!" Mr. Shapiro greets picking up a clipboard from his desk. "Not happy to be here" Ethan deadpanned. "Sorry to hear that. Not sure how you managed to get detention during the first week of school, but hey I think that might be a new Sherman Oaks record! Congrats buddy!" Mr. Shapiro cheers before realizing the younger boy is not the slightest bit amused. "Alright, tough crowd."

"Moving right along then," Mr. Shapiro clicks a pen in his hand "time to take roll!" which causes Ethan to look around the empty classroom.

"...I'm literally the only one here"

"I know, I just love checking things off lists," Mr. Shapiro clears his throats " so do I have a Morales comma Ethan?"

"seriously dude?"

"Second call for Ethan Morales"

"you're gonna keep going til I say here, aren't you?"

"You betcha!"

"Here."

"Awesome!" Mr. Shapiro marks a giant check by the one name on his attendance sheet. "god I love doing that- Alright so unfortunately I've gotta skidaddle to help out with the faculty potluck but lucky for you sir we're implementing more of a reformative detention style this year!"

"What the hell does that mean" Ethan asked.

"It means, that instead of sitting here for the next few hours, you my friend, get to offer your help to one of the after school clubs or committees that are a bit low on helping hands" Shapiro responds with finger guns. "so guess who's today's newest member of the prom committee!"

"yea, no. I'm not joining some stupid after school club. clubs are for dorks, losers, and ugly people" Ethan responds grabbing his backpack out of the chair next to him to get up and leave.

"well actually it's a committee"

"even worse"

"Alrighty well I can see what the other options-" is all Mr Shapiro gets out before he is interrupted by your voice from the doorway.

"Oh- hey! Mr. Shapiro, did you find anyone to help with the prom posters? Eric said he'd help me out but then canceled cause he said he had to train with the assistant swim coach to quote make Michael Phelps my bitch end quote. Whatever that means, so I'm kinda flying solo here" You say, drawing Ethan's attention towards you as well.

hot damn. okay maybe after school activities are not only for ugly people. He thinks you might be the prettiest girl he's ever seen and definitely takes a mental note of your outfit that's hugging you in all the right places. He quickly realizes that he doesn't know your name and has no idea how he's never been informed of your existence prior to this moment. He's snapped back to reality by Mr. Shapiro responding to your question. "Ah- I'm sorry but Ethan is-"

"super excited to help decorate for prom" Ethan finds himself blurting out before Mr. Shapiro could finish his sentence.

"Oh- well that's great! Uh Ethan just report back by 6 so I can log your hours! I'm gonna get going, you kids have fun decorating. Go crickets!" Mr. Shapiro says, making his exit as you watch him almost skip down the hall.

"Sup, I'm Ethan" Your attention is brought back to the brown eyed curly haired boy who's suddenly standing in front of you (how the hell did he cross the room that fast, you wonder) with an outstretched hand. He never really shakes hands, he just wanted an excuse to touch you. He's cute, you note mentally. You accept the offer and shake his hand. "and you are?" he continues.

"I'm-" you pause noticing those not so innocent brown eyes are directed elsewhere, "acutely aware of the fact that you're staring at my boobs".

Ethan thinks his brain might've just short circuited cause he was definitely just caught red handed. He'd recently grown a lot more confident with girls since his summer growth spurt and subsequent glow up had dramatically increased the number of girls interested in him, but there was something about you and how you so deliberately called him out that had definitely thrown him off his game.

"Sorry- I uh- I was actually looking at your shirt. They're- It's nice" he wants to die he thinks.

You chuckle at his sudden change in demeanor. "Hmm. Yea, I know they are" you respond, turning on a heel and heading toward the auditorium.

"You comin or what?"

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For one person, you had made pretty okay progress in a week. The current task at hand was making posters to get people excited for the theme reveal. The ground was littered with several half finished or barely started posters.

"Can you draw?" You asked Ethan.

"I'm not much of an artist"

"Really? the graffiti on the side of the school says otherwise. Your handwriting definitely sucks though so I'll do that, but the art's good and if you can do it with a spray can, you can definitely do it with some paint and markers" your unsolicited review of his graffiti made him crack a smile. His latest act of defiance had been a giant snake comically eating a cricket accompanied with the words "get fucked" on the side of the school building.

"You can't prove that was me" he challenges.

"Maybe not, but Mr. Shapiro had mentioned that I might have a detention helper today thanks to Señora Diaz and I happened to notice the words 'stupid bitch' spray painted on her car containing the same weird ass t's as the graffiti on the side of the school and here you are, Ethan."

"Damn, you're good" he pauses realizing he can't throw your name back at you because he still doesn't know it.

"Y/n" you say quietly.

"Huh?"

"My name's y/n"

Pretty name for a pretty girl, he thought.

"Alright y/n. I'll draw as long as I don't have to to touch any glitter. that shit's impossible to get off"

"deal"

"and I don't write my t's weird"

"you write your t's like a crazy person"

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Time was pretty much flying by. Together you'd gotten nearly twenty posters done and were slowly finding out more information about each other. You were informed about some of Ethan's tattoos and how he'd actually drawn the designs for all of them himself. Not an artist, my ass, you thought. Ethan learned that he hadn't met you before because you'd previously been homeschooled and had all but begged your parents to be able to go to school with other kids for your senior year until they finally cracked and agreed to enroll you at Sherman Oaks.

"Ah I see, you're a total secret weirdo. That explains your freaky detective skills" he teases.

"I am not a secret weirdo. I just like criminal minds and puzzles"

"You were homeschooled. All homeschooled kids are a little weird"

"That's an unfair stereotype"

"Whatever you say, y/n"

"If anything you're the secret weirdo. or at least an undercover art nerd"

"I'm not an undercover art nerd"

"Yea you are. Something tells me this whole" you gestured largely to him sitting a couple feet away from you, "tortured angsty hot skater boy thing you've got going on is a pretty recent development" you comment absent-mindedly. You looked back up from your poster when he didn't respond to see him sitting there, arms crossed with a smug grin on his face.

"What?" you prodded.

"You totally just called me hot"

You're now very aware that he's a bit closer to you than he was before.

"mm don't think so"

"oh you definitely did"

"did not"

"did too"

"did not" that one came out much less confidently considering his hand had made its way to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. damn, he's good.

"whatever you say, y/n" he almost whispers. have his eyes been that sparkly this whole time? He's leaning in and you're definitely not backing away. You're maybe a centimeter away from his lips until the alarm blaring from your phone, which seemed like much better idea hours ago, sent you flying back from him and scared the shit out of both you.

"shit- I- god that scared me, I uh set an alarm for 6 so you'd remember to check in with Mr. Shapiro cause, ya know, I thought we'd both probably be busy. Um- busy making posters, i mean. Obviously I mean making posters cause we definitely wouldn't be busy doing anything else so-" you ramble.

The smug little smirk has made its way back onto Ethan's face as he is quite enjoying this role reversal from your first interaction of the day.

"shut up" you say to him.

"I didn't even say anything" he responded, hands in the air in surrender.

"I've gotta head home, but thanks for helping out even though you basically had to be here. If you ever find yourself in detention again this semester, feel free to help out. Hopefully the committee is more than just me by then" you say, starting to gather your belongings. Ethan secretly hopes it isn't, he likes the idea of hanging out with just you.

"I probably will find myself in detention again. It's kinda part of this whole tortured angsty hot skater boy thing I've got going on" he says throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"not what I said" you still attempt to deny.

"sure it wasn't"

"bye ethan"

"bye y/n"

Yea, he'll definitely be finding himself in detention again.

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Read Part 2 here

[animalstamp]

Mudwings Reference

Mudwings Reference

Horns:

Horns are often very thick and heavy even to the point that a Mudwing might like to cut them off if they become too cumbersome.

Carving is a more stylish way to get rid of extra weight but can be painful if done incorrectly.

Dyes are quite a popular way to decorate horns and body. Preferred by younger dragons.

Doubled horns show up more often in the Bigwings of the siblings.

Patterns:

Two patterns can show up at the same time. Like Slip with Spots or Pinecone with Tabby.

Mudwings don’t tend to have many feelings over each other’s patterns or scale shapes. There is no socially preferred appearance or style.

Scale Texture:

Scale texture is often influenced by the environment. The amount of humidity before hatching affects scale shape and texture. Parental stress can also cause these changes in their offspring.

Smooth: Lots of water (Lakes and deep rivers)

Log: Lots of water and heat (Swamps and Bogs)

Toad/Pebble: Monsoons/ Seasonal rain (Shallow or Mud puddles)

Pinecone: Dry/Oasis (Underground water or limited water)

Extra:

Attractiveness in Mudwings is more about physicality rather than aesthetics. A thick tail, fatty neck, and strong limbs are what to look for.

Jaws can open the widest out of all the tribes. Strongest bite forces with crushing morals in the back.

True omnivore diet.  

Resistant to all breathes and venoms that originate from dragons. *

[pinkpigtailsprincess]

₊˚📟✩; Hot Summer Dayz … Style Guides⭐️

HI! HI! Welcome Back 2 Hot Summer Dayz! ☀️2day’s Theme is SUMMER STYLE GUIDE! im quite the fashion expert if i do say so myself and i especially love summer fashion bc of the bright colors and fun cuts,patterns & styles ! so today i’ll b talking about and giving inspo for summer fashion!! so lets have some fun! 🫧

₊˚👙✩; Bikinis !!

Bikinis are literally the main fashion item people where in summer so obviously we have to start with that now for me personally i don’t mind wear a two peices or one peice as long as its super cute i especially love the ones that have the little mini ruffles on them and sarong skirts are THE CUTEST!! 🎀 so i think for me personally i would choose

Two pieces w/ the little ruffle skirts

Bikinis with the gingham kinda of pattern

one peices bathing suit with the bows on the straps or w/ ruffles all through out

SARANG SKIRTS !! 🌸

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₊˚☀️✩; Tops n Bottoms ! 👖

I LOVE MINISKIRTS!! they’re literally so cute and so stylish and that literally what im all about my main favorites are denim ones,frilly ones,pleated ones and super tiny pencil ones they’re seriously adorable but my main favorite ones it a JELLYFISH SKIRTS Jellyfish skirts are so beautiful and not only do i love jelly fish but i also like skirts so it’s literally perfect and it flowy so it’s not too hot it perfect!!

Now for super cute tops now personally im a suck for any with glitter,diamonds,crystals,rhinestones & sparkle and i feel like BUTTERFLY tops are just perfect for a summer wardrobe and theyre stylish,unique & glamorous its so me coded tbh so those a definite yes along with halter tops i mean its a classic who doesn’t love a good halter top?! & also short sleeve crops are also a no brainer theyre w classic and one of my all time favs are the tops that like kinda have the ties in the middle (i forgot the name😭) ESPECIALLY with little jewels and sparkles!!

halter tops

butter fly tops

tied tops

crops tops!

tube tops

jelly fish skirts

denim minis

ruffled micro mini skirts

micro mini pencil skirts

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₊˚🏩✩; Accsessorise it !

If you couldn’t tell by my blog im a HUGE MAXIMALIST and accessorizing is my ultimate favorite part of putting together an outfit and nit even just my clothes but my hair and my body i LOVE to decorate my self in things that are over the top and stand out from head 2 toe

I love to look shiny so body glitter,waist chain,colorful jewelry,rhinestones are absolutely in the table and for my hair HAIR CLIPS EVERYWHERE barrets,star clips,starry clips,unique claw clips rhinestones are a MUST! and for a little extra sprinkle unconventional materials can be absolutely perfect for an over the top outfits i seriously just love looking like a underwater alien its fun and its so me !!

Rhinestones

Colorful Jewelry

waist chains

dangly earrings

TONS OF HAIR CLIPS

unique claw clips

body glitter

rhinestone body art

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[girlkisser13]

athena cabin headcanons

children of athena

• they all have amazing penmanship.

• they help with any school/summer work when a camper needs it.

• they also offer a free tutoring service to other campers.

• they have a long list of study tips for demigods, including what has worked for them to help focus their adhd in school (as most demigods struggle with remaining on task in work environments).

• they secretly love police procedural/detective shows. law & order, criminal minds— you name it, they watch it. and there's always a "friendly" competition to see who can solve the crime first.

• someone engineered glow-in-the-dark paper for late-night studying and planning. they always have a huge supply.

• they have a pet owl that they all take turns feeding and looking after.

• they help organise camp events that aren't run by chiron and they have a calendar full of birthdays and dates that are special to other campers.

• they are the only people on earth to have discovered a constantly comfortable reading position.

• they all start to feel slightly nauseated if they're in water for too long. showers, the lake, a pool, the rain— any water. this comes from athena's rivalry with poseidon. the only way for it to be neutralized is if they are in the presence of a friendly child of poseidon.

• some of them trap spiders and use them in experiments. this helps them gain more knowledge, combat their fears, and take revenge on these spiders all at the same time.

• they aren't normally ones to break rules. however, they rarely go to bed on time. when other campers ask them why, they simply laugh and say, "we're all night owls." (get it? i’ll stop. 😔)

• they aren't scared of normal horror movies. they usually just laugh at how frustratingly stupid the characters are. the only movies that make them scared are ones where spiders are involved.

• they take monopoly way too seriously and take it as a personal affront that they keep losing to the hermes cabin.

• they have a website that you can only view inside of camp half-blood. it’s sort of a virtual log book, which makes it easy for the kids that have been away during the year or on quests to catch up on what they’ve missed.

cabin exterior

• their cabin is designed in a classic greek architectural style, reminiscent of the parthenon, with tall, elegant columns supporting a triangular pediment.

• the cabin itself is made of grey, marble-like stone. the stone is etched with intricate designs and ancient greek patterns.

• the exterior features intricate carvings and statues of owls. they are perched on the roof of the cabin and integrated into the designs on the columns.

• carvings of books and scrolls are incorporated into the exterior design, highlighting the importance of knowledge.

• celestial bronze shields and pieces of armor are displayed on the inside and on the outside of the cabin. these items are both decorative and functional, ready for use if needed.

cabin interior

• their cabin gives off industrial vibes with its marble and concrete exterior.

• this is balanced out with beautiful ornate rugs, cozy woven blankets, and hardwood (olive obviously) floors.

• two words: organized. chaos.

• they have a caffeine station for pulling all-nighters or for long afternoons of studying, debating, and inventing.

• their cabin always smells like peppermint oil because spiders hate it.

• they have floor to ceiling bookshelves and boxes of rolled blueprints EVERYWHERE.

• they all have a customizable personal space with a bed, a desk with adjustable lighting, and ample storage for personal items and projects.

• personal areas feature soundproofing options to allow for quiet studying or rest amidst the bustling cabin environment.

cabin traditions

• they have debate nights at camp half-blood that get more and more heated until the cabins start watching the two opposing sides instead of listening to the actual debate.

• they even have debate nights in their own cabin. huge cups of coffee are passed around as the "discussion" of the day begins, growing louder and louder as time goes by. books are pulled from the shelves, laptops are opened and the most obscure sources are cited just to prove the most minor points.

divider by @plutism

[vintagehomecollection]

Bathrooms, 1996

[sunrise-imagines]

I know this is a sad one, but could you write about the reader and Finn in their twenties, and they've been in a relationship for a long time. And as Jake is getting older, He knows that he's not gonna be there for finn. jake also knows that his death would be pretty hard on finn, so he pulls the reader aside on one of their adventures and asked her to always watch over fin when he is gone.

Asyrshhfv this is so sad but I love it! I’m trying to get out of my comfort zone with formatting so this will be written like a more traditional imagine instead of my usual bulleted style. Hope you like it!

TW: Mention of death, angst and comfort

Finn Mertens x Reader Jake’s Request

The three of you were walking through a dense forest. Princess Bubblegum had tasked you with hunting down a large beast that had been terrorizing villages around the area, and with Jake sense of smell you were able to follow it’s path through the woods.

Though in the past Jake would become big and simply carry you guys above the brush, using his powers started to take more of a toll on his body as he got older, so now he started limiting large amounts of stretching to combat only.

Finn sighs, “We’ve been walking for a while now. I think we should set up camp for the night and rest up.”

Jake tries to protest, “Nah man I’m good! We gotta follow the trail while it’s still ho-“ He’s cut off by a fit of coughs, concerning you and Finn, who goes over to put a hand on his brother’s back.

Once the coughing subsides, Jakes sighs and admits, “Yeah, you’re right. I could use a break.” He smiles at Finn, trying to reassure him, although Finn is clearly still worried.

You and Finn set up a campfire and a couple logs to sit on while Jake takes a minute to breathe.

“Hey Finn, why don’t you go get some more fire wood while Y/N and I start on dinner?” Jake suggests out of the blue. Finn gives him another worried look, about to protest, but Jake motions for him to go and he relents, leaving the two of you alone by the fire.

Rummaging through Finn’s pack, he hands you a small knife and some veggies in a bag, “Cut these up for me, will ya?” You nod and get to work, sitting in silence for a few minutes.

Jake awkwardly clears his throat, trying to lighten the mood a little, “So uh, how’s living together been for ya?” He asks while he pours some canned soup into the pot.

You look up from your task of peeling potatoes, “O-Oh, it’s been good! To be honest I was a little nervous at first, but now that we’ve decorated and stuff the house really feels like our own, you know?”

Jake laughs, “Yeah I get it. I felt the same way movin’ in with Lady. I really missed the treehouse for a while but after that it was like I couldn’t imagine livin’ anywhere else.” He reaches into Finn’s bag and adds some spices he brought to the mix, stirring it around with a wooden spoon.

“I’m also glad I don’t have to hear you guys gettin’ it on anymore.” You feel the wind get knocked out of you at his words, gasping for air as Jake laughs at your expense. Warmth spreads across your cheeks as you avoid his gaze.

“You’re really good for him, you know? Like, I’ve seen him date tons of different people, but you’re the only one that he’s ever been like, REALLY happy with. Usually Finn keeps a little distance from people, even from me sometimes, but it seems like he trusts you.” Jakes muses as he brings out a few bowls, pouring some soup in before handing one to you. You thank him and blow on the hot liquid, bringing a spoonful to your lips and savoring the hearty flavor.

As you look up you notice the solemn expression on Jake’s face, stirring his bowl of soup absentmindedly. “What’s wrong?” You ask.

He sighs before he starts to explain, “So…remember when I went to see Doctor Princess a few weeks ago? And I said I was just going cause my stomach hurt?”

You nod, putting down your bowl to listen more intently.

Jake scratches the back of his head as he continues, “Well, it turns out it was a little more serious than that. Like a lot more serious than that. I’m still doing okay for now, but from what she told me, I don’t think I’m gonna get better this time.”

Your eyes widen as you take in what Jake just said to you. Since you were a kid, he had always been a constant in your life, looking out for you and Finn no matter what. You couldn’t imagine life without him, but now you were faced with the very real situation that he wouldn’t be around anymore. “Jake, I…oh my Glob.” You struggle for words as you try to rationalize your scrambled thoughts.

Jake stretches his hand and puts it on your shoulder, “Listen, I know it’s a lot, and I don’t mean to make you sad, but…I wanted to ask you a favor.”

You nod and take his paw, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, “Anything.”

Jake continues, “When I’m gone…promise to look after Finn for me, okay? I love him, but…he can be real stubborn n’ stupid. Whatever happens, make sure he doesn’t end up beating himself up.” His voice wavers a bit towards the end, and it’s clear just how much he cares for his brother.

You smile at him sadly, simply replying with, “Of course.”

Jake smiles back, “Thanks kiddo. There isn’t anyone I’d rather ask.” He balls up his fist, and you bump it with your own. In a sudden motion, you jump up from your seat, running over and hugging him tightly.

Jake flinches in surprise, but after a second closes his eyes and hugs you back. In this moment, he feels peace in knowing that you and Finn have each other, and that even when he’s gone, you both will be okay.

-

AN: WE’RE SO BACK Y���ALL. I started this fic a while ago and finally got the inspiration to finish it. I hope you enjoy!

[dallasgallant]

Time period post: Christmas part 2 , celebration

This’ll be part 2 of my little Christmas time period series! This post will be more focused on what people did, received and watched/listened to. Very generalized as holidays vary from family to family, person to person even today.

Crafts-

As mentioned in the previous post, there were a lot of crafty decorations at Christmas. Paper chains, paper snowflakes. A lot of ‘do it yourself’ fun upcycle (not called so then) ideas from womens and home magazines. As well as displaying whatever a child made at school, there were also sold kits or guides like what’s commonly referred to as “melted popcorn plastic”

Toys and gifts -

Was specifically requested to include popular toys in this post, the 1960s had a lot of the same style of toys that were popular in the 40s and 50s too, timeless toys. Tinker toys, Barbie (and her friends, which were new and not wiped out yet), Lincoln logs and other building toys. Guns and army men and cowboys for boys and kitchens and stuffed toys for girls… the usual, it was very gendered but at the same time there were always toys in the neutral (play-doh for example)

Train sets! American staple for ages and stuck with a good many from Boyhood to manhood, there’s the sort of trope of a guy having a full on room dedicated in his basement. (My grandpa didn’t have a set up track but collected a LOT- Lionel is king) if not trains other model kits like cars or planes, for the older demographic. You go from push toys to scale model as one ages.

The primary difference is the 60s saw a BOOM in “electronic” toys, real battery eaters or ones that needed to be plugged in. The first lite brite for instance,

Now the characters in the outsiders are teens and beyond toys, so I do want to emphasize what they’d know more from their own childhoods in the late 40s-50s would be the more “classic” and basic toys. Another interesting fact is that radio shows and tv shows has their branding and merchandise since basically the inception of the concept.

There would be special catalogs at Christmas time thick, if not thicker than a phone book filled with deals and all the items these stores had to offer. Toys to lingerie all in one great big book. It’s just as major a part of the holiday season as any, though these big books have fizzled out alongside department stores themselves and catalogs even in the holiday season now are pretty small (I still remember circling what I wanted in the early 2000s but it was a nothing size compared to what they were)

If you ever come across old catalogs or magazines I greatly recommend looking through them as they can tell you so much about time period (for any you’re looking for) from what people bought, what price, how they were advertised to, what demographic, how they dressed, spoke, what was happening etc.

Traditions and games-

Holidays have always had a bit of commercialism to them but the 1960s was really the edge of it when it came to Christmas, in fact several iconic specials even mention it being commodified. For many, it’s the last time Christmas felt truly special and magical… and I do think the season changes as we age there is some truth to that- in decoration and how the holiday was treated. Not just two days but a season, a spirit - feeling in the air.

Thanksgiving ends, December first hits and the Christmas bomb explodes. Family comes, traditions are had and cherished. Shopping, cooking, eating, card sending, photo taking etc. or you go somewhere else- usually to other families homes typically a larger gathering. It’s about that togetherness more than the gifts (though greatly appreciated lol) a chance to relax in an increasingly busy, modernizing world.

Hard candy! Bowls of it placed strategically about the house, Christmas was the time for grazing sweets and other finger foods constantly. Some families would have a appetizer/horderves Christmas Eve— constantly eating and picking and present opening and tv watching, family enjoying. Then your large meal Christmas Day, like thanksgiving usually earlier in the day. Turkey was still common but ham is a runner up (personally, ham is Christmas and Easter.)

Citrus as gifts and treats and candies were also common, apparently it traces back to the civil war when they were more uncommon. Also it’s a seasonal thing, and post ww2 a lot of fruits we now consider normal we’re still new and exciting to receive (so like getting a apple at Halloween it was actually a good thing! Depending on the kid anyway lol)

Homemade cookies, pies, gingerbread and other deserts as well. Now there were more cake mixes or premade things to be bought from bakery’s but when you could it was still a preference to make and gift homemade.

Eggnog. Spiked or otherwise, alongside a myriad of punches ranging from the great sherbet and sprite(or 7Up) to booze that would make your aunt stay another week there’s so much.

Movies, specials and music-

First mentioned this here, going over the family and limited channel aspect. Some movies we consider holiday staples, like It’s a wonderful life had some complicated copyright and weren’t played on tv yet- though might get a re-release. The 1960s also saw many of the classics we now watch release, though the Santa Claus Rankin Bass specials weren’t until 1970 and 1974.

- how the grinch stole Christmas 1966

- Rudolph the red nose reindeer 1965

- frosty the snowman 1969

- the little drummer boy 1968

-a Charlie Brown Christmas 1965

There were also new takes on classic Christmas tunes, the Ronettes sleigh ride particularly took off.

60s releases but also generally good songs-

Little Saint Nick - Beach boys 1964

Christmas (baby please come home)- Darlene love 1962

Someday at Christmas - Stevie wonder 1967 (he also sang ‘Stay gold’ for the movie)

Santa baby

Baby it’s cold outside

Here comes Santa Claus, I saw mommy kissing Santa , holly jolly Christmas , rocking around the Christmas tree, marshmallow world

Need a little Christmas

Burl Ives, bing crosby, Johnny , Perry como, nat king cole- notable classics singers

Ones gang would particularly like-

Run Rudolph run - chuck berry

Mary Christmas baby - Otis Redding 1967

Blue Christmas - Elvis (all Elvis christmas songs)

[tsireyasluvr]

hii! could you write a tsireya x fem!omatikaya fic? i love your writing btw! <33

Shells and pearls

Tsireya x fem omatikaya!reader drabble

authors note: anon, i’m so sorry this took me ages to get to, the writers block has been heavyyy <\3 but i hope this little drabble will suffice for now :,)

summary: Tsireya braids your hair! <3

warnings: None! pure fluff

you were sat in between tsireyas legs, your cheek resting on her sea green coloured thigh while her fingers threaded gently through your pin straight hair. the sunlight was beaming straight into your eyes, making you squirm a little to find a better position, blocking the sun out with your hand.

“sit still, y/n” she says, voice gentle but firm. “i am almost finished”

you whine dramatically, face completely pressed to her smooth skin now “reya, the sun is in my face. i could go blind, have you no sympathy?” you murmur against her inner thigh, making her giggle before she let go of your hair “you’re so dramatic. if you want i can just leave your hair here, you can walk around the village with half your bangs still in your face. have your sun protection”

you playfully bit her thigh in response, fangs barely grazing the skin, making her squeal and tug on your partially loose locks “skxawng! that’s it-“ she began to stand before you wrapped an arm around her leg “no no no- sorry! sorry, i’ll sit still!” you plead, laugh still escaping your lips

she rolled her eyes, sitting back down on the log before continuing her work. once she finishes, your hair is loose from its usual style, but the front pieces are braided back almost like hers. your bangs are no where to be seen, braided back so you can see better underwater, but you also had a few braids framing the sides of your face decorated with different shells and pearls. you beamed upon your reflection, turning to her with a bright grin showing your appreciation. “it’s almost like we match” she says with a small smile

you just pull her into a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around her. “i feel so pretty, reya. i love it, thank you” and the excitement in your voice was making her heart skip a beat, turning her face to press a sweet kiss to your cheek.

[christinebloodwrittings]

Die in your arms

Chapter 3.

Taglist: @littlebluefishtail @maxlynn17 @vxllys @modifiedmonster @sirens-and-moonflowers @qardasngan

Warnings: Allusions of SA, torture, imprisonment.

Proofing by @littlebluefishtail

Last week of November, 1913. New Orleans, Louisiana.

Ten days later, Rosemary was aiding you in adjusting the wedding dress to conceal your bandages, all while you were nearly numb watching yourself in the mirror.

Howard spared no expense, just so you wouldn't feel like it was a cheap, quick wedding. It was - quick -, yet the handmade lace, the high neck, the long sleeves with the cuffs decorated with little white beads, took your mind off that fact.

The skirt covered all the way down to your ankles, to not only hide the bite marks but also the hand prints still pressed against your nerve endings. It also covered the sensual white-laced lingerie Rosemary got for you for the feared ‘Wedding night’ certainly won’t be happening. But it was a nice gesture, and she looked so happy when she saw it on - and wrapped your bandages under it. 

“Oh I remember my wedding day, I was so nervous” reminisced Rosemary in between giggles as she took a strand of your hair to braid, then she felt the hay texture. “Have you been using the conditioner I gave you?” you hummed a tired yes, of course your hair was horribly tangled, dry and greasy at the same time, and with a burnt meat smell, it was unattended for five years. With no other moisture than semen and blood. 

“Let’s hope one day your hair can be soft again” she was very hopeful. Hair was known as a symbol of femininity, style, status, etc. 1910 was the decade for curly or ringlet hair flowing down and held with accessories like beaded headbands, bows, hats, fancy pins, and other accessories. In the mid 1910s the bob cut gained popularity, but you couldn’t have your neck to the sight, given the bandages.  

“That'll be quite a milestone” you rolled your eyes, trying to keep down a smile. While you patted your cut side, she nuzzled against your opposite side, “Stress talk?”, you got caught,  “Insomnia and coffee deprived talk” one of your best discoveries in the world when you hit the ranks, coffee.  

“Have you been using moisturizer?” the subtle ‘uhm’ and your dry skin gave you up again, she sighed and applied some cream to your face. “Without touching my own skin, no” hands, too many hands and the soap didn't make the feeling go away. You had an episode when Rosemary first started taking care of you, where in the first showers you tried to shave your skin off with your nails. She had to take your hands off your skin and patch you up afterwards. 

“I know it’s hard for you but it needs-” your skin needed treatment, - you knew her speech by heart -  especially around the gray scars on your legs, but there was no way, not again. “Promise you’ll try eventually” you agreed with that promise, “Eventually”. 

“Maybe you can ask your future husband to do it…” the disapproving look cut her sentence like an ax would to a log, fast and heavily. “I think I'd rather do opium” for the stare and the joke you got a playful - soft- touch to your forehead, she learned the bad way not to hit you, even if it is playfully.  

“Alright, cover the dress with a robe and go get your caffeine” you slip on the cotton robe before walking downstairs, barefoot.   

Wedding vows, wedding night, reception and celebration. Do all girls dream of the same thing? White and purple flowers, a long dress that looks like swan feathers, lots of warm and smiley faces.

Did you? At some point, being a wife was all you hoped to be, not like you could be anything else.

Gardening was like a second nature, also bandaging and sewing. But those are survival skills.

Cooking, cleaning, ironing, tending to someone else, how could you do it? Your mom wasn't a good example of nurturing nature. She always had this look, close lidded eyes, a grimace on her lips, as if anything she saw was sickening.

Never once did you see a smile on her face.

There you were, coffee cup in hand, watching the garden where your cousin had placed a white clothed table with a few decorations. Some ‘wedding altar’, and all that just to sign a piece of paper.

“Good afternoon Miss Y/n” Alastor had arrived about ten minutes ago, he was lucky enough to see you walk easily down the stairs and watch you sketch a small smile after making yourself a coffee. The sight made him feel warm.

“Define good” You quipped, “Say, isn't it bad luck to see the bride with the dress on before the wedding?” Alastor scoffed in response, stopping his advance towards you at a proper distance. “I don’t believe in superstitions” he lowered his eyes to the colorful cup, “Rum?” he joked, noticing your fingertips pressed against the ceramic. 

“I wish, It’s just coffee with an unsafe amount of sugar, how do you take yours?” he felt seen, somehow your interest was refreshing, even with such a mundane question. “Black, sometimes I go crazy and add a little cream” you chuckled in response, “How adventurous, want a cup?” he shook his head at your offering, “Thank you darling, but I had one before coming”.

Alastor then followed your gaze to the garden, sighing.

"I wish we had something a little more sophisticated" Alastor rested his shoulder against the rim of the door, rubbing the short curls up his neck. "What for? It's not like we had a lot of family members to entertain" you didn't bother inviting anyone, and Alastor didn't have any relatives left alive.

"I just wanted something more...memorable" you thought he meant nicer, as in a catalog-like wedding, "Look, we are to be legally married in less than two hours, don't make it harder than it already is" at least you were in a pretty dress, one that unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to pass on to your daughter. 

What a sad thought to have on a ‘happy day’. 

"How did you picture it? Your wedding day" he interrupted your thinking. Violet, is all you could think of, a white and purple wedding. Instead of answering truthfully, you shook your head, "Can't remember, how about you?" He took a moment to think about it. Based on his experience with couples and marriage, his own family, he never desired to form a family of his own, as not to become the very thing he hated. 

"I never thought I'd marry anyone" he was candid, and didn’t mean it as anything else than that, it unnerved you either way. "At least you have that choice" your words cut into a reality he knew well.

There was a second of silence. And then what seemed another thousand. 

"Did you read the file?" you added from your own thoughts. "I haven't".

"Why not? There’s still time, you could easily slip away and no one would blame you" What was he waiting for? Howard had handed him the bundle of documents and recommended he read it before planning any ceremony. Then he would’ve known what you were capable of and, hopefully, would’ve chickened out.

"I won't, we have a deal, besides, I choose to believe whatever you deem pertinent to disclose" He saw how your eyes opened and locked with his as he spoke, he thought about how wonderful the color was, it matched the color of your hair in a wonderful way, as if you had been painted from a dream.

"Even if it's an absurd lie?" Alastor offered his hand to you before answering. "Whatever you think pertinent to tell me, my dear" he saw through your doubts, he saw your fear and the need to keep yourself alive, he wanted to dispel some of that fear.

"I won't lie if you don't" you hesitated, as your hand was covered with a thin material, he might be able to feel the relief of the scars. He smiled softly, his hand not moving from the space between you. "I don't see the point in lying to my wife" you finally took his hand, even through the satin you could tell it was rough and calloused.

"Good" like you predicted, Alastor felt the irregularities in the palm of your hand, not quite like the normal lines, these were deeper. You saw the small change in his brow, which made you let go of his hand.  

“This is so depressing,” you sighed, the sky was gray and looked like it was going to rain. “I agree, we should have something to… add some sparkle,” Alastor snapped his fingers theatrically, “Like music or arson?” Alastor couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, “We could start by burning your cousin’s country music collection,” you laughed too, not being able to stand another day of those cloying tunes.

“I’m curious, with this happening so fast, what do you have in your mind?” His eyes scanned you from top to bottom, searching for some reaction, something that would give him an opening of your mind. All he saw was a subtle but involuntary movement of your arm.

And oh, the self-control it took for you not to hit him was immeasurable, hence the arm movement. “Wow, I didn’t know I was going to marry Dr. William James*” Alastor rolled his eyes, shifting sides in the narrow hallway so he was leaning next to you.

“If it were a crime to try to get to know my wife, please have one of the officers outside take me away” he felt intimidated by the police car outside, they were supposed to escort you to his house after the ‘ceremony’, just to make sure you didn’t go on a killing spree, but of course that wasn’t his first thought. “I see your annoyance and sarcasm, I’m sorry, this whole thing has me tense” you pointed to the sad altar. 

“You don’t say” he earned a hard look from you, “Can it”.

“How can you be so…” you made hand signals at him but you failed to come up with the exact word, so you gave up with a sigh. The words you were searching for were somewhere between  calm and collected, mixed with ridiculous and imbecilic.

“Because you look beautiful” he took your hand and left a soft kiss on your knuckles. Your arm trembled in his hands, something that was impossible to hide, he brushed it under the rug - in a way - “And it’s fun to know that I’m not the only one who’s nervous” he added, thinking it was just pre-wedding jitters.

It was your turn to make him uncomfortable, as soon as he let go of your arm you brushed his Clarke Gable mustache. “Very avant-garde, by the way” you cupped his cheek in the process, but you saw no reaction, nothing at all, just a higher smile and a glint in his eye. 

In his point of view, it burned. There was no easy way to explain it. The satin was soft but the warmth of your skin against his cold existence touched ten years of loneliness, banal entertainment, and a painfully monotonous life, giving him a violent jolt accompanied by a scorching heat.

“Oh, you don’t like it?” He successfully made it seem as if he was okay, despite the fact his whole skin was threatening to rip apart. “It’s okay, but please don’t grow a goatee” He was slapped by the comfortable cold again when your hand softly left his cheek, “Deal” he smiled, the corners of his lips trembling. 

You noticed that. He knew you did.  

Eventually Rosemary came down to get you to finish getting ready, saving you from an awkward silence. Later the reverend and the notary arrived looking gloomy and unfriendly. The ceremony began with Rosemary as your witness and Howard as Alastor's witness, for lack of anyone better - or appropriate-.

“I understand that the groom wrote his vows” you shot your eyes to him, he only smiled while taking a folded paper out of his suit, “I did”. Howard looked over to you, as if wordlessly asking if you had done the same, which you shook your head and made the fakest laugh of the century, “You didn’t had to” as if saying ‘the fuck you’re doing? this is far too much for a fake relationship’. he caught the underlying message, but he was far too entertained messing with your nerve, “That’s why, my dear, it's called a surprise”.

He started reading off the paper. 

“Y/n Desmond, I would’ve started with the phrase 'if someone had told me a month ago that I would be getting married today, I wouldn't have believed them' but there is no phrase more trite than that.” that cracked a smile in the reverend. 

“I want to tell you that I hope this relationship doesn't end with 'until death do us part', so I would like to change it to 'in this life and the next' if you allow me. I promise to cherish you, adore you, respect you, and be yours, body and soul, in this life and the next” everyone else swooned with his speech, alas you couldn’t give two fucks, but had to pair with his charade.

Then the reverend proceeded to cue in the regular vows before the pronunciation.

“I, Alastor Heartfield, take you Y/n Desmond, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you in this life and the next.” he slid the golden band on your left ring finger. 

“I, Y/n Desmond, take you Alastor Heartfield, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you… in this life and the next.” then you slid his golden band in his ring finger. 

“With the power vested in me, I pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride” it was mandatory, the seal of the whole ceremony, you both were socially obligated to do so. 

He traced the scar from the side smile with his thumb as he cupped your cheek. The heat again burned his and your skin with the contact. By the time your lips connected with his, it was like any of the horrible men who forced themselves on you, just not as messy or slobbery. Just pressure, soft and he kept his distance to allow you the choice to get close or not.  

Then it was over, there was clapping, the legal signing, a couple photos just for the hell of it, and then the officer with the shackles in hand - and a not so friendly mug -. “Now we will escort the happy couple to their home” Alastor handed him a piece of paper with the new address.

“So this means kissing the honeymoon goodbye?” he jested, to which you pinched his arm with a smile, “How romantic, follow us close” he nodded as he watched the officer pull on your shackles, “Will do, darling”.

It took thirty minutes by car to reach a suburban area near Coronel Lafayette avenue. Howard did raise Alastor’s salary so he could indulge your request for a second bedroom, but for that he had to (force himself) move out of his mother’s house. He couldn’t even begin to describe how much it hurt leaving so many good experiences and memories, but oddly enough, was relieved to be out of the bad ones. 

It was a two story house, cream colored with white trim on the windows. Black metal fence around the front yard and wood towards the back garden. "Wow, you seem to be very lucky" you noticed the displeasure in the officer's voice, but you didn't give it any importance.

Once inside, after Alastor opened the door for you, you saw that it was already furnished.

"You didn't waste your time this past week" Alastor stepped back as you walked around the living room with one of the three suitcases you had. He was the one carrying the other two.

Once inside, the officer took off your restraints with reluctance, making an unnecessary strong tug at them while at it. He definitely missed the death glare you shot him when he turned. 

Alastor saw it, so he suggested you go into the kitchen and open the door at the end of it. There was a small room for the laundry and then another door, the one that led to the garden. “A deal is a deal” he walked behind you, reaching for a basket on top of a shelf. 

It was unexpected, the heat that rose from his stomach to his face after seeing a small sparkle in your eyes as you looked at the green canvas. It was strange but pleasant.

"I'm going to have to brush up my cooking skills," you received the basket, looking through the various seeds, thinking it would be best to start treating the soil in the spring. There was also an envelope with money. Your cut, as per the deal.

Your eyes went back to the void, as Alastor dreadingly called it. The moment another set of steps were heard, your lids hooded your eyes and the spark he previously saw died. 

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Heartfield, here is the judge's order stating that on this date, November 28, 1914, your arrest will be concluded” the officer handed Alastor the sheet of paper. 

With that, the clock had restarted, and on the day of your first anniversary you would leave him. 

While Alastor was stuck in a conversation with the officer, you climbed up the wooden stairs to the second floor. The first bedroom on the right was Alastor's, his things already seemed to be unpacked, save for a couple of boxes. How could he get an entire house ready in a week?

There was a bathroom in front of his room and then a third door to the right of the hallway.

You twisted the doorknob, the room was equally furnished, with a private bathroom inside the room. The master bedroom, you realized upon sight that he had left the largest room to you. 

"The vanity arrives on Monday" He had ordered his mother's mahogany dressing table to be moved to the new house, thinking it would be better to put it to some use rather than let it rot in the damp and dust.

When did Alastor come up? You had no idea, but it certainly startled you. How come he didn’t make a sound? "You shouldn't have, I don't need that much space" The windows were large and clean, the evening light reflecting off the cream-colored walls, unlike the cell or the soldier’s quarters. 

"You asked for privacy, I think it's appropriate" he walked up to the bed and he left the suitcases at the foot. “I will get paid on the first day of the month, we can make the grocery list tomorrow,  please add anything you may need as well” he smiled your way, 

“Sounds good, thank you” you forced a softer tone out, capturing his attention, “For what?” he followed your hand pointing to everything around both, “All of this”. 

Alastor felt strangely pleased with himself, he had managed to make a complete change of address in less than ten days, and best of all, there was not a single complaint from you.

Looking at you in that white dress, long hair arranged with white clips, satin gloves falling down your elbows revealing the bandages, gave him a strange feeling. He couldn't take his eyes off you caressing the soft duvet, assimilating the softness of the cotton. “You’re most certainly welcome” he spoke as he walked out. 

As soon as he made his way back to his room you jumped, diving onto the bed. Compared to the mattress at Howard’s guest room, the one Alastor had set up in your room was a cloud. The blue duvet was soft and fluffy, as were the pillows. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of satisfaction, one that Alastor had the pleasure of hearing.

“Y/n dear, can you come down for a second?” he called for you after an hour. The living room was dimly lit with candles and there was the soft sound of jazz in the background, one of Alastor’s favorites. 

“What is this?” He extended you a flute glass of champagne, which you received suspiciously. “The tradition is to seal the marriage with the wedding night, but we have no need for that, right?” with his now free hand he motioned you to sit beside him in the one of sofa chairs in front of the lit fireplace. There were two chairs, angled so they were facing each other, and a table of charcuterie in the center. “So, how about a drink and a dance?” he continued, sitting in the one on the right. 

“You should’ve told me, can I go change?” you left the glass on the table, taking a few steps back. Alastor’s first instinct was to get up but he refrained. “But you look beautiful” he pouted, then changed his demeanor when you shot him a ‘be serious’ glare, “I mean it” he truthfully raised his free hand in defeat.

“So” he swirled the champagne, looking ever so amused at the bubbles.“So?” As soon as you took a piece of cheese from the table he started laughing. “I’m sorry, I mean we don’t know each other yet we got married, it’s funny isn’t it?” he continued chuckling. 

“Hilarious” you acknowledged, rather nonchalantly so. 

“I noticed you don’t have much luggage.” How awful, how long had it been since he felt so nervous to talk? On the other hand, you put aside the bitter liquor, to continue eating cheese. “Howard paid someone to take my measurements and then he went out to buy essentials.” He laughed again, visualizing his boss buying underwear, “I can’t imagine Howard looking at women’s clothes.”

You hummed, catching sight of his disappointed glance.

“I saw how the officer looked at you” Alastor felt self conscious, he didn’t know you saw that. “If you ask me, the whole skin color issue is ridiculous, we all bleed the same” at your words he raised up his head at you. “You don’t mind it?” Seeing him so surprised offended you, did he really think that was the problem? 

“Why would I? It’s bullshit to hate someone over race” he knew he wouldn’t get bored of your bluntness, your sincerity reached your eyes. “I thought that was the reason you looked at me like a pest” never, you thought. You’ve seen more kindness in the eyes of dark-skinned people than white ones. 

“Poor thing, you must be starving” you remembered his hand being dark like the night, and larger than your face, he was gentle nonetheless, cradling your cheek to look up. His skin smelled like coal and burnt wood. “Here, it’s not much, but it will calm down the pain” he pushed your lips apart with his thumb to slip the porridge into your mouth, it wasn’t hard, you were far too beaten up to stop him. 

“I’m sorry I cannot do more for you” he whispered, leaving a kiss to the crown of your head, before leaving. 

You shook your head, pushing the memory away. “The reason doesn’t matter, you’re not a pest” you reassured him, and that was enough. “Must be awful, living while always being seen as a threat” It wasn’t his fault…not completely.

“Success makes it disappear, a little” respect is earned by merit, but it didn’t matter, not until he completed his plan. 

“Do you have more opinions on the matter?” He wanted you to open your mind to him, allow him to study you, understand you. 

“I just think it’s stupid, but I haven’t been very involved in society to get a proper opinion” for how long? he asked himself.

“So the color doesn’t matter, but perhaps it is because I’m…” a man, you thought. He completed his question, “A stranger?”.  

“Perhaps” you repeated. “Well” he stood up from his seat, kneeled in front of you “Let’s get to know each other better” he smiled. 

There was something familiar in the air, something sinister. It was strangely comforting and menacing at the same time. That was a thought that plagued both your minds.

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*-William James (January 11, 1842 – August 26, 1910) was an American philosopher and psychologist, and the first educator to offer a psychology course in the United States.-

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is the cutest property. It's a brick, 1932 house right on Clear Lake, in Milton, WI. The 3bd, 3ba home is pretty much original and they're asking $515K. Take a look at this cutie.

Has a nice living room with French doors and a fireplace with a built-in bookcase. The home looks very bright and cheery inside.

The living room opens to this wonderful sun room facing Clear Lake. This home would be fabulous with the right decor.

The other side of the living room opens to a nice dining room. Note the original Art Nouveau light fixtures. The home was built in the '30s during the Art Nouveau period.

The kitchen is cute- they painted the upper cabinets white and there's a subway tile backsplash. The kitchen is set up with the sink and dishwasher in separate spaces.

The stove and fridge are in separate spaces. Note that they bought cool turquoise retro style appliances.

In the middle with the fridge there's a little coffee bar and room for a table.

In the hall between the living room and kitchen, there's an updated guest powder room.

Upstairs there's a nice roomy Bd. #1.

And, at the end of the hall, a spacious Bd. #2.

The listing says 3 bedrooms, but this would be a 4th. Maybe it's meant to be a den? I don't know why, it does have a closet.

This is cool. Completely original bath. They just redid the walls and the floor.

The bright primary bedroom has doors that open to the rooftop deck.

Isn't this nice? Looking right out toward the lake.

There's a huge finished basement. Even the basement is so light and bright. What a cheery little house. Look at how nice the white fireplace is, with a door for logs.

The new garage has potential for an apt. on the 2nd level.

The garage part. Note the kayak and boat for the lake.

Nice little shop area in the back.

They're using upstairs for storage and a home gym.

5,227 sq ft lot. Very nice yard. There's just so much potential in this house.

The private lake- each house has a pier for a small boat, and no HOA fees, either.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/3018-E-Edgewater-St-Milton-WI-53563/40532503_zpid/