#nine bedrooms

[busbyway]

Orlando Traditional Kids

Inspiration for a large timeless gender-neutral porcelain tile and brown floor playroom remodel with beige walls

[thedurangoriot]

Roofing Tile in Orlando Huge elegant beige two-story stucco exterior home photo with a tile roof

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[mushroominaforest]

My room has a giant mushroom table in it (the mushroom is meant to be the fly agaric Amanita muscaria mushroom) that is filled with mushroom identification and mycology books. The table looks weird because I made it myself in grade nine woodworking class (which was a way better elective than jewlery making anyways 😠) and I walked home from school carrying it on my shoulder.

I have four mushroom identification books, two books about mycology, a third that is specifically about the wood wide web (the relationship between mushrooms and trees) and two waterproof mushroom identification brochures. In case anyone doubted that I’m a giant nerd.

[boinin]

I've been thinking about where everybody sleeps in the German wing. We know Kurona, Isagi, Hiori and Yukimiya share a dorm room.

This seems harmonious. With the exception of Yukimiya and Isagi's tiff between the Barcha and Manshine matches, this group of four get on quite well. They're all well-mannered and respectful individuals (off the pitch). Perhaps they all agreed to bunk together.

If four to a room is standard, my headcanon is that the next room is occupied by these guys:

Raichi, Igaguri and Gagamaru are a package deal at this point. They're used to each other's quirks. Neru's cheerful enough to fit in with their clique. I can see him agreeing to room with the other three.

It seems likely that the German players may sleep separately to the Blue Lock players. While there's no evidence for this, we also don't see co-mingling between the two cohorts outside of matches, besides Kaiser barging into the locker-room or using communal areas like the training/AV rooms. Dorming separately also gives everyone a chance to take out the translators during rest periods.

If the German dorms are separate from the Blue Lock ones, then that leaves these two:

Bringing us to the point of this post.

An elaborate ploy to make you imagine these two as the world's most anti-social roommates.

[silverview]

chasing shadows 1.2

[hollowporcelain]

finding a new vocal stim is so satisfying for some reason i cant explain it but it is

[doverstar]

an absolute wave of homesickness for Doctor Who (2005) series 1-2 just about knocks me over at the quietest moments of my little life

[justaboot]

Girlfriend gets best girlfriend award ahhh

Woke up to a lil setup before I had to leave for work! And bookseller is delayed but she got me Life and Times.

When I get off work, the crews going to set up the big projector in the backyard and drink margaritas and play the ducktales game, i’m an adult and I’m loving it (we do Playthru’s a lot, every time you die you have to pass off the controller. I think we’re gonna do hard mode…)

[jalicefanficblog]

Can you do a B7 (Seven/B'Elanna) Reg, where Seven breaks into B'Elannas private Quarters and they end up in Bed together? 

-> I sure can! Let´s give B7 some special Cotton Candy Surprise!    

  Cotton Candy

B'Elanna Torres was still in the engine room long after her shift had ended. She had been told to go and enjoy her evening, but something inside the half-Klingon told her that if she left her workplace without completing the task she was working on, everything would go down the drain.

After she had satisfactorily completed the task and checked once again that the shift that was now responsible for the engine room was doing everything right and would not cause a catastrophe while she was enjoying her evening - the spirited lady left the engine room and made her way to her quarters. 

Her thoughts revolved around Tom Paris for a while. 

The pilot boy had asked her out on a date several times - but Lana had no interest in someone who, like her, was always looking for arguments, breaking the rules and constantly throwing compliments around as if they were money. 

No, if he continued like this, Lana was sure that she would slap him. Otherwise Paris would not learn.

But now she wanted to go to her quarters first, she wanted to take a shower and then maybe drink some wine - of course the replicated wine didn't come close to the Klingon blood wine - twice as strong as whiskey and B'Elanna really likes this drink - but unfortunately it only tastes good on the home world or when it is made by someone who knows what they are doing.

When the half-Klingon entered her quarters, she noticed that something was different than usual - the light in her bedroom was on and that made the fighter suspicious.

 With her hands clenched into fists, she wanted to make her way to her bedroom when Seven of Nine turned the corner.

"What are you doing in my quarters!"-  Lana snapped at the former Borg drone and was angry and outraged at first that the blonde was in here.

In secret, however, during the time that Seven had been on the ship, Torres had started to develop feelings for the emotionless, exhausting woman. 

They were complete opposites and Lana was reminded of a saying from her grandparents - opposites attract - but that had absolutely nothing to do with the seriousness of the situation. 

Lana wanted to know what Seven was doing here and what gave the attractive lady , the right to break into her quarters like that. So the half-Klingon wanted an answer from the blonde.

"I've been waiting for you," was Seven's answer and Lana noticed a strange undertone in the answer.

"That doesn't give you the right to come into my quarters - how did you get in here, Seven!" Lana wanted to know and didn't know whether she should laugh at the situation or react angrily.

"I bypassed the security code to your quarters and thus gained access - this is for you"

Seven held out a bright pink cotton candy hanging on a wooden stick to the astonished chief engineer and Lana thought it was a bad joke.

 Was Seven's explanation of why she had come here and broken into her quarters - a little cotton candy that she should try.

"Don't hold the cotton candy in my eyes", growled Lana, not really understanding the motives of the pretty blonde - who would definitely look extremely beautiful with her hair down. 

Nevertheless, the dark-haired woman took the wooden stick with the cotton candy and waited in vain for an answer from Seven.

Of course, Lana could have simply thrown the former Borg drone out herself - but the following words, which Seven then deigned to say - changed Lana's mind.

"The composition of the cotton candy is a special, modified one - it strengthens certain emotional regions and - it could help you with your problems - a shower would do the trick too - even if you seem attractive",  said Seven and only seemed to have realized the last part of her sentence seconds later - she wanted to correct it, but the broad grin on the half-Klingon's face already spoke volumes.

"I knew you found me attractive - doesn't that go against your logical way of thinking?",  Lana smirked and found it amusing , that Seven wanted to try to correct her statement. 

Maybe her words meant something - maybe they weren't just a sentence that Seven had stored away at some point.

"You'll get an answer - if you try the cotton candy," the blonde said after a few seconds, trying to negotiate a compromise.

"Why should I do that?" Lana replied, looking first at the cotton candy and then at Seven's waiting face - who had blinked - wait, was that supposed to be a seductive wink?

"Have you seen a ghost?" Seven asked and a short

An amused smile appeared on her face. Maybe it really was the cotton candy - or Seven had simply thought of the emotion-enhancing part, because the pink, fluffy-looking thing on the stick smelled like absolutely normal cotton candy to Lana and the pink color didn't seem to have anything abnormal about it.

"There's one in front of me - and it's exhausting," Lana murmured before she deigned to eat some of the cotton candy.

It tasted sweet, was sticky and triggered something in the combative lady. Not only because she always ate it at fairs as a child and it gave her a nice, safe feeling.

And Torres saw again how incredibly much she felt for Seven.

 Despite the Borg implants she still had to wear, she was a very attractive young woman.

"I think I understand what you mean, Seven," said Lana and her brown eyes suddenly sparkled seductively. 

Whether her emotions were heightened or not, she noticed again that her feelings for Seven were getting stronger and Lana could see the same sparkle in the blonde's blue eyes. 

It was like an automatic process that was activated - both of them cautiously walked towards each other.

B'Elanna quickly put the cotton candy on the nearest table and then devoted her full attention to Seven. Forgotten was the fact that she actually wanted to be angry with Seven - because she was in her quarters without permission - because the way Seven looked at her - she seemed to feel the same way and definitely not because of the cotton candy.

"Don't be afraid"-  Lana whispered to the blonde, who wanted to hold out her hand but still hesitated.

"I'm Borg - being afraid is irrelevant - I just don't want to break your arm with one quick movement",  Seven replied and this typical sentence only made Lana grin for a few seconds, but then she grabbed Seven's hand and pulled her a little closer to her. 

Lana was surprised that Seven let her do it without resistance.

 And now the former Borg drone seemed to have no problem with wanting to touch, because she carefully ran her free hand, which was not being held by Lana, over the half-Klingon's cheek and then brushed one of her short brown strands of hair out of her face.

"You awaken emotions in me just with your look, your manner and your body - what is the correct next step?" , Seven wanted to know in a quiet whisper, and desire and devotion now sparkled in her blue eyes.

"That is the correct next step"

Lana put her hands around Seven's neck, leaned forward a little and then kissed the blonde.

Seven was surprised by the quick action, the unusual demanding pressure on her lips and the positive feeling that spread through her. Well, the thing about the cotton candy was a lie - but not that she felt anything emotional for the half-Klingon - and Seven liked what was happening one hundred percent. She returned the kiss and felt the desire grow. 

After a few seconds they separated their lips and Seven looked into the cheeky, sparkling brown eyes that prevented her from thinking logically and relevantly.

"You would look so beautiful with your hair down," Lana breathed to her after a kiss on the neck and with a clever, quick and somehow skillful movement opened the hair clips that held Seven's long blonde hair together in a tight braid. 

This fell with a swing over the shoulders of the former Borg drone and a brief smile appeared on Seven's lips - before she grabbed Lana's butt and let out a quiet growl.

"If my conclusions are correct - and they will be - the next procedure will end with a dislocated arm and bruises - this feeling as if my abdomen wanted to pop out from the inside - what is it?" Seven wanted to know and let out a quiet gasp - she didn't know that it was desire - the desire to do something with Lana right now and right away.

"Let's find out - maybe it will just end up in  bruises - but something tells me you'll be good in Bed Seven - come on, just follow me!" - ana whispered to Seven and pulled the former Borg drone into the bedroom.

                                                    THE END

[sunflowerrboyy]

its weird how music can evoke memories

[boybasher]

[thatnumbersix]

Snsnszszsznnsss....

[Hes sleeping directly outside sixs door, just waiting for it to awaken]

wh. hmmrb ?!!! A$/%{%/:;//.])]

[solvaneon]

Just look at what I got an ad for

Mmmm Sylvanian… sounds familiar….

[teddytoroa]

took me since september but i fucking finished it. now to make it into a velvet backed decorative cushion.

[melonisopod]

I only wanna do sex for research purposes. I need to take notes so I can write better fanfiction.