#modern lines

[toyastales]

Great art and modern lines come together to create a fabulous space.

[spooksier]

passages that make you whisper "oh my god"

[whovians-suffer-most]

Austin Laundry Dedicated laundry room - mid-sized rustic single-wall slate floor and multicolored floor dedicated laundry room idea with a drop-in sink, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, white walls and a side-by-side washer/dryer

[daybreakatdawn]

Fountain Landscape in San Francisco Ideas for designing a small modern backyard water feature.

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[themuslimsquad]

Contemporary Landscape Inspiration for a small, modern, partially-shaded backyard water feature.

[cottonmouthe]

Roofing in Albuquerque Idea for a one-story, large, gray adobe building with a flat roof

[theblossomingthoughtproject]

San Francisco Container Garden Landscape Design ideas for a small contemporary backyard landscaping.

[sageinsubculture]

shape 1, by sage vasquez

[cclust]

Pool - Lap

[novakiart]

the thrilling conclusion (no, peter did not get the picture)

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[pellucid-constellations]

Colds and Retold Confessions

Pairing: Line Cook!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel would never be one to not take care of his girl when she's sick. That doesn't mean he won't make her blush.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Illness

a/n: Some early relationship with these two :) Can be read on its own!! But the rest of this AU can be found in my masterlist right there ⬇ love you <3

Main Masterlist ♡

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With a low groan, you drew yourself from the bed, the blanket you’d tangled yourself up in resting along your shoulders and twisting at your back. It took you a moment to recognize that you hadn’t woken up crammed in the small twin bed of your dorm. Azriel’s bed was much larger and much more comfortable, one of the many reasons he had trudged your dreary body off campus and into his house last night. 

Your feet met comfortable, plush carpet as you walked down the hall. Every time you came to Azriel’s house—which was very often, as of late—you were left wondering how in the world he could afford a place like this. When you asked, he always mumbled something about restaurant chains and Rhysand and paycheck bonuses. And then he would change the subject.

Whatever. Your mind was too hazy to ask right now. 

Eventually, plush carpet gave way to cold, unforgiving tile, and the low glow of the kitchen reflected off of tanned skin. Azriel moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, his hair slightly askew revealing the mess he’d been sleeping beside (you) not too long ago. 

An array of vegetables sat spread on a cutting board and a pot simmered on the stove. Azriel had forgone a shirt, but a small towel rested on his shoulder just as it did when he was at work. He was humming a low tone, something else he did at work, and you smiled despite the pounding in your head. 

A small cough gave you away. 

Azriel turned to you, his open expression softening as it landed on you. He gave you an endearing smile and swiped the towel from his shoulder, tossing it on the counter before closing in on you. He gathered you into his arms as soon as you were within reach, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. 

“Why’d you get up?” he asked. 

“I wanted to see where you were.” 

Azriel hummed and shuffled you back until you were close enough to the counter for him to lift you up and sit you on the surface. He nuzzled your nose with his and pressed his hands on either side of your legs. 

“‘M right here,” he mumbled against your cheek, kissing the warm skin. “You should have stayed in bed.” 

“I’m not that sick,” you argued, but the words meant little when your fever was all too apparent. “I can get out of bed and walk around. And you have work today, anyway. I’ll have to learn to fend for myself.” 

Azriel smiled again. He leaned back and looked at you fondly, the expression felt in his hands as he brushed your hair back and tilted his head to the side to observe you. “I called out. No fending for yourself today.” 

“Azriel,” you admonished. “You didn’t need to do that. I’m fine, really.” 

“You were throwing up all night, baby. And your face feels like the surface of the sun.” 

You groaned and leaned your head forward to hide your face in Azriel’s shoulder. “Don’t remind me. That was mortifying.” 

Azriel slotted himself between your legs and pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, his hands coming around your back to rub circles along your spine. He tugged your blanket closer to your legs as it lay spread out and spoke low in your ear. 

“Not mortifying. I love you—I don’t care. I just want you to feel better.” 

You turned your head to the side to peek up at your boyfriend, the heat in your cheeks now a combination of sickness, embarrassment, and subtle surprise. You’d been dating for a little while now, and while Azriel had told you he loved you a few times, the words still felt new and unexpected. Azriel responded by placing a hand on the back of your head and pressing your face into his neck. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he teased. “I’ve said it before.” 

“I know,” you mumbled into his skin. “Still just catches me off guard.” 

Azriel ran his hand over your hair. “Can’t imagine why.” He kissed the shell of your ear. “‘S too easy to love you.” 

“Az,” you stressed, bashfulness overcoming you. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, baby.” Azriel pulled back and framed your face with his hands, pressing his mouth to yours in a chaste kiss. “It’s just too easy right now—with you all sick.” 

“Whatever. You’re so mean sometimes.” 

Azriel laughed, tapping your chin softly before turning around and continuing his prep of the food on the other side of the kitchen. You watched as he stirred the contents of the pot and moved around the space, the muscles in his arms and back flexing with the tattoos on his skin. You leaned back on the counter until your back met the wall, enjoying the view and the soft humming that Azriel had started up again. 

“I love you too, you know,” you croaked out, your voice raspy from a night of terrible sleep. 

Azriel paused his movements. He hung his head for a moment before flashing a smile over his shoulder—one that seemed to light up his entire face. 

“I know, baby,” he grinned.

“And you didn’t need to make soup. I could have eaten like, a sandwich or something.” 

“You think I’m cooking all day for a bunch of strangers and I’m not going to make my own girl a meal?” 

“Well, no, but—” 

Azriel hummed and landed a passing kiss on your forehead as he moved to the fridge. “I just told you I love you. I meant it, baby. Let me make the soup.”

[great-keykeeper]

just boys being cuties

[greenlaut]

pov: ur sarge is more unhinged than u thought (he’s a demolitions expert)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

putting my prediction on record now that the coming decade is going to see the rise of viral-marketed fancy at-home water filtration systems, driving and driven by a drastic reduction in the quality of U.S. tap water (given that we are in a 'replacement era' where our current infrastructure is reaching the end of its lifespan--but isn't being replaced). also guessing that by the 2030s access to drinkable tap water will be a mainstream class issue, with low-income & unstably housed people increasingly forced to rely on expensive bottled water when they can't afford the up-front cost of at-home filtration--and with this being portrayed in media as a "moral failing" and short-sighted "choice," rather than a basic failure of our political & economic systems. really hope i'm just being alarmist, but plenty of this already happens in other countries, and the U.S. is in a state of decline, so. here's praying this post ages into irrelevance. timestamped April 2023

[eskildit]

i feel like modern aus with paldulcie tend to place them as a well adjusted happy couple but ya know what. they are not innocent from the dyke drama. they've got an inappropriate age gap. ten years of long-distance letter writing. an unrequited marriage proposal. where are the aus where they're in a fraught on again off again situationship. they're in love. they're not dating. they're everything to each other. its not a relationship. camilla is also there.