#metro entrance

[johnthestitcher]

UGH! Even something as gorgeous as this 100-year-old Art Nouveau treasure gets defaced with graffiti! Some people have no sense of class.

Panneaux Art Nouveau des stations de métro parisiennes, conçus par l’architecte français Hector Guimard (1867-1942) (141 installés entre 1900 et 1912). - source Emy Ghmy.

[paulpingminho]

[chaddavisphotography]

Tokyo Metro Marunouchi Line entrance.

[vinceaddams]

reading Hector Guimard's wikipedia page and thinkin about how incredibly sad it must be to design so many beautiful art nouveau buildings and then to live to see most of them get demolished or remodelled beyond recognition

[eopederson]

Ingresso metropolitana, Napoli, Campania, 2019.

[living-space-design]

[runespoor7]

*tired political sigh*

Hey Manu wanna respect the result of the elections your stupid ass called for? No? Ah. Not until mid-August because there should be "a political pause" "during the Games"?

They're politics you private sector clown. They're not something you get to turn on and off because they're the public life of this country that affects everyone who lives in it. We're not customers.

[supercantaloupe]

i have been given Free Ice Cream Bar

[lovedeathalice]

So obvious he's just a scapegoat, but goddamn he is FINEEE

Serving cunt in his mug shot of course

[riddlegecko]

head in my hands what do you MEAN there's two speedway levels in autumn plains-

[skrubu]

Strike Standstill by Pekka Nikrus

[porraelmo]

Front Yard - Porch An example of a large traditional front porch design.

[ultisart]

Front Yard - Porch

An example of a large traditional front porch design.

[vrystalius]

hiii there, i was wondering if we please get some more recruiter/salesman cutesy stuff?? you’re such a good writer (love your work) and we do NOT have enough fics of him being an enamoured wife guy on this app. thank you <3 😔

Secret Love Notes.

You keep slipping small love notes into all his pockets and suitcases to remind him that his wife loves him no matter what.

Pairing: Recruiter/Gong Yoo x wife!reader

Summary: You leave small love notes all over for him to find and he cherishes every single one of them.

Words: 0.7k, short and sweet!

Genre: fluff <33

Your husband never admits it out loud to you, but he notices how you slip little love notes into his pocket when folding up the laundry or when packing him a bento box. They have cute little encouragements and affirmations written on them along with some doodles of you two together, holding hands, kissing and whatnot.

You think you’re being sneaky by crouching a little when approaching his coat hung up by the entrance, stuffing a small folded note into his chest pocket.

Whenever he is about to go out the door, you hand him his leather suitcase and a colourful bento box you packed for him. Once you found out Gong Yo only plain loaves of bread or sometimes even nothing at all, you always insisted on packing some food for him so your poor husband can eat something home cooked every day.

Even if the box doesn’t match his aesthetics, he savours every bite and would never shy away from letting out a loud hum of content.

Gong Yoo sat comfortably on a wooden bench by the metro station, well aware of the two mobsters following him the whole day, but who cares?

He leisurely opened up the bento box. His face brightened up at the sight of another small love letter presented to him.

“Keep it up! You’re going great ♡ Your wife loves you ~ ☆ “

Accompanied by your sweet words was a chibi doodle of you doing a heart with your index finger and thumb and him as a chibi too, holding a pair of chopsticks and giving you a wink. He chuckled quietly to himself and folded the note to keep it in his pocket by his heart.

Once, after successfully recruiting a new player, Gong Yoo handed the confused and wounded man your love note with a confident smirk. That man was lucky to have escaped the games but was kind of confused on why a handsome looking salesman gave him a love letter that reminded him to “stay hydrated!! ☆ (drinking coffee doesn’t count >:( )”

He tries to leave behind as many love notes as you lovingly prepare for him, but his doodles were kind of wonky and presented you in a rather disturbing light.

Sticking to his trusty craft of origami your husband instead began leaving small paper roses for you to find as a way to leave his own love messages.

A paper rose in the fridge, in the pocket of your jacket, in your bag and on your pillow; they change colours based on the day too. Blue and red are the most frequent and popular ones though for some reason. Probably because those are the only kinds of coloured paper he owns.

After every day you leave letters behind for him, Gong Yoo always tries to come home on time to properly thank you for them. Pampering you is his favourite activity, meaning you get banned from the kitchen and forcibly made comfortable on your bed or couch with cushions and blankets to keep you warm and cozy.

To return the favour of you preparing bento for him, he’ll cook you a fine dinner that could rival that of high-end restaurants. Afterwards, he’ll make himself comfortable right next to you to plant well deserved kisses all over your face and body and let his hand travel over your body freely, tracing invisible patterns.

A man like him should not be holding a woman like you, that’s what he’s always thinking. You are way too good for him, too gentle, kind, loving, too much of everything good.

“I love you. More than letters or silly paper roses can convey. Allow me to demonstrate just how much I love my wife, hmm?”

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

The amount of smut and non-con about this man is INSANE, I just need to live my silly life as a wife with him where we snuggle on the couch like a boring cuddle every night and then go to sleep while he read a book and I knit like grandparents 🫶😭 Anyways, hope you enjoyed it anon!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[theodoreangelos]

A joint memorial plaque with busts with the inscription "Ing. Vladimír List and Ing. Bohumil Belada in 1926 laid the foundations for the realization of the Prague metro" in the entrance hall of the metro station of line A Muzeum on Wenceslas Square. Made by Josef Kadlčík and Jan Bartoš in 1992. Společná pamětní deska s bustami s nápisem „Ing. Vladimír List a ing. Bohumil Belada v roce 1926 položili základy realizace pražského metra“ ve vstupní hale stanice metra linky A Muzeum na Václavském náměstí. Zhotovili Josef Kadlčík a Jan Bartoš v roce 1992. Eine gemeinsame Gedenktafel mit Büsten mit der Aufschrift "Ing. Vladimír List und Ing. Bohumil Belada legten 1926 den Grundstein für die Realisierung der Prager Metro" in der Eingangshalle der Metrostation der Linie A Muzeum am Wenzelsplatz. Hergestellt von Josef Kadlčík und Jan Bartoš im Jahr 1992. Совместная мемориальная доска с бюстами с надписью "Инженер Владимир Лист и инженер Богумил Белада в 1926 году заложили основы для реализации пражского метро" в вестибюле станции метро линии A Muzeum на Вацлавской площади. Выполнен Йозефом Кадлчиком и Яном Бартошем в 1992 году. Une plaque commémorative commune avec des bustes portant l'inscription "Ing.Vladimír List et Ing.Bohumil Belada en 1926 ont jeté les bases de la réalisation du métro de Prague" dans le hall d'entrée de la station de métro de la ligne A Muzeum sur la place Venceslas. Elle a été réalisée par Josef Kadlčík et Jan Bartoš en 1992.

[coconutdays]

imagine! ghoul sukuna catching a whiff of you while he's knee deep ravaging in some deserving creep's guts. you've just been dropped off home by a cab directly in front of your apartment, and he's right around the corner, hidden in an alleyway, perfect for perching up and getting a view of you.

what kind of human are you?

sukuna has never wanted to fuck a human. they're weak and incapable of pleasure the way ghouls are, boring.

but the sight of you...

his bloodshot eyes hone in on the sound of your heartbeat from so far, fuck even the way it beats is turning him on.

and, is that, fear? he smells?

you seem to be taking a bit long in tapping in the code to your apartment building.

"you wanna give me a taste cheeky!" a slurred and cackling voice jeers and suddenly sukuna's head reels to the forty some year old cat-calling you from the end of the street. before he can even process the thought, he feels his body tense and get ready to defend you, watching critically as your eyes widen and you fumble with the door again.

and right just when the creep crosses a distance that might get close to you, you quickly zoom inside after a low buzz of your door.

and it's then that the creep is at your door, starting to yell at the building for you to come out. you don't hear it considering your apartment was rather far from where his yells could reach. and you don't hear him stop abruptly either.

the next morning, on your way to work, you don't even pay much attention to the small splatter of blood stains near the entrance of your building.

but what does catch your attention is the large and tall meat stack of a man that walks by you while you're on the way back home that afternoon. he's immensely handsome, scarily so. but he looks so serious and as if he couldn't notice the blatant stare you gave him in awe.

and everyday, you see him again at the same point in time. as if his schedule perfectly lined up with yours. except he never looks at you and you feel as if he's destined to never do so.

maybe its your own small obsession over him, but you start seeing him in your part of town more often. at the grocery store he's always buying packs of instant coffee and and what looks like regular groceries for his pantry. whenever you're on the metro, he's barely just escaping to another destination and off to the stairs. if he's at a cafe, theres a cup of coffee in his hands, black, from the one time you got an intense whiff of it in passerby.

but his obsession with you is anything but small. sukuna prides himself in eating every single piece of scum that has made you uncomfortable. it's worked out, considering his hunger's grown a thousand times more ever since he laid eyes on you and you're such a beauty that a number of men flock to you.

a month of this behavior passes, and sukuna had thought he'd already reached rock bottom until he catches a whiff of you, on your period.

his right eye almost twitches when he passes by you.

and it gets his blood boiling when the precinct's famous sleazy ghoul also passes by you, pheromones screaming that he wants to devour you.

sukuna devours him later that night after he spied on him spying on you the entire day. if anybody was going to devour you, it'd be him. and you were going to scream for only him, pleasure or not.

you belong to him.

this fan art of him on the left corner with blood on his mouth got me bad :(