#rosebud vintage

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i've missed the gallery, so here's a question. how would the gallery gang be with a nightguard/frequent visitor reader who's an aspiring artist? i've seen people talk about going to actual galleries for inspo or just sketching the paintings, and was wondering if the art pieces would be honored to be models or something. i dunno man this is my first ask im not sure how this stuff works lol

(I've done this as individual hcs - hope you don't mind!)

The Scavenger

"Draw, please..." "You want me to draw a candy wrapper?" "Draw."

If you want inspiration, Scavenger has got you covered. They'll pull out their finest stole goods for your seeing eyes alone - necklaces, vintage toys - and pretty much anything that catches their eye or isn't nailed to a wall. Most nights they just hold up a pocket mirror and tell you to draw what you see, because it's the best thing in the gallery. If you give them your sketches, don't be surprised if they just shove them in their mouth and return to their painting without another word. Something this precious must be kept on their person at all times.

The Painter

Gasp. A future master in their presence? Well, the only correct course of action is for two geniuses to put their heads together, and create gorgeous works of art together that will bring tears to the eyes of any manner of creature. If you are a painter like them, they create a palette for you out of their own flesh and blood. Hm, as perfect as their colors are - something feels missing. As, yes. Red. That other guard has lots, and is being selfish by hogging it all. Not to worry, dear - your muse is on the case! Sir, sir! Stop running - your sacrifice is needed for greatness!

The Lady in Red

How charming.... Will you sketch her something to put on the walls of her cabin while you are away? She'll let you go for the evening if you do. Leaving old sketches around when there are others on site will also secure their safety as she'll drop everything to have a piece of you. Draw a picture of her and she'll be the wailing ghost of the eve.

The Faceless Angel

Monitors your location and makes sure nothing disturbs you. If you ask them to sit down they will start to hum to fill the silence, stopping if you look their way. Even if you ask to sketch them, the angel is surprised when you show them the finished work. Ah, they've gone and ruined it with their tears. If they are allowed to be greedy, could you draw what you imagine their face to look like?

RoseBud

It's only logical a gallery would attract an artist. Rosebud points out the flowers that are in this season for you to warm up, and tells you to come when you're ready to draw the finishing piece. Their babes are extra yippy tonight, but they are just as excited as them and unable to contain it like their greater half. Give it directly to Rose or they will eat it, but unlike the Scavenger they feel bad and start to cry. Rosebud has some artistic skills of their own and will ask to draw you some nights

Soleil

You want to draw them? Oh, but their gears haven't been polished in ages - their casing could use a shine as well. Don't even get them started on their dials. Give them a few nights to spruce themselves up and they'll be the perfect model for you to sketch and adore

Anri

You draw? How cool! They'd love to draw with you, but they don't have the same talent as you. Would you still mind if they doodled a bit in your book anyway? Maybe when you get off work you can hit up a coffee shop and give them a few pointers.... Oh.

Julian

Outright steals your notebook and tells you to give up before you get ahead. Realizes he's doing the same as his parents and gets it back... with a few sketches thrown in the back. They're all of you in different parts of the gallery doing your job... Except for one. Why did he draw you sleeping? And why does he know the color of your bedsheets

The Director

How fun! The gallery is always open to new donations. He'd love if you drew him, or one of the many stories he has to tell. He has a perfect tale about a painter who got lost in the woods and tricked by a power beyond their understanding. Why won't you come up to his floor and let him watch you work your magic as he tells it to you? Kick back and relax. Stress is the last thing that should be on an creative's mind. Get comfortable...stay as long as you want.

[trip-the-cal-fantastic]

Sick Day

Sam Kiszka x F!OC (Olivia Reynolds)

MDNI!!

Genre: Fluff and sickfic

Word Count ~ 3.6k

Warnings: Swearing, use of pet-names (Baby, sweetie, sweetheart, sugar, and honey), they refer to each other as mom and dad to Rosebud, use of medication (Tylenol), Sammy is sick :(

Olivia had been out on the town with Sam’s beloved dog, Rosebud, exploring farmer’s markets, vintage antique shops, and thrift stores since 9 a.m. She was up way before Sam that morning and didn’t dare try to wake him. That man could sleep through a freight train passing a foot away from his head. Olivia made the better decision to let him sleep as long as he wanted, this being the first full day of him being home from tour. So, she and Rosie left the house to give him as much quiet as he needed this Saturday. Sam was exhausted when he came in from the airport the night before, the leftover eyeliner from the last show still smudged around his beautiful, tired eyes. Before she took off, Olivia left him a note on the counter that read: 

Took Rose out for a girls day

Get some rest, sweetheart

Love you!

Olivia ended up running into a friend from high school and having lunch at an outdoor café with her. They visited for a long time, and when Olivia and Rose had returned home, the sun had set and Sam had dragged himself from the bedroom. Olivia walked through the front door, hung her keys on their designated hook, and gently kicked her shoes off, placing them against the wall where they belonged. She unclipped Rose’s leash from her collar and set her service dog vest on the small table by the door.

Sam’s shoes were still haphazardly discarded in the middle of the entryway from the night before. Olivia pushed the big, oak door closed and flipped the deadbolt, nearly tripping over Sam’s abandoned sandals. “Samuel Francis. How many times do I have to ask you not to leave your shoes in the walkway?” Her voice carried through the walls, gaining nothing in response. The only light in the house was the little bit of moonlight shining through the window curtains and the sporadic flashes of color coming from the television, the sound of Robin Hood: Men in Tights droning on in the background. 

“Sammy?” Olivia made her way into the kitchen, setting the various bags from her adventures on the island counter. Rose followed close behind, heading straight for her water bowl. Olivia turned the kitchen lights on and put everything that needed refrigerated away, repeating the same routine with things that needed put into the cabinets. She left the clothing items she had purchased on the counter to deal with them later, finally noticing Sam’s feet hanging over the end of the sofa. “Rosie. Go get dad.” Rose immediately ran into the living room and sat next to the couch, nudging Sam’s hand with her nose and licking his fingers. He lightly stirred at the feeling, but didn’t wake. 

Olivia stood in the doorway of the family room, leaning against the wall and admiring Sam’s lanky form sprawled on the couch. He was on his back, his right arm hanging off the edge, and his left arm thrown over his eyes. He had a pair of gray and white striped sweatpants on, but his torso was bare. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyelids scrunched every so often. Olivia moved to sit next to Sam’s hip, lightly tracing the shape of his birthmark under his left arm. She lightly pushed his arm off of his face and pressed a kiss to his forehead, noting how warm he felt to the touch. 

Sam let out a small huff of air before his eyes fluttered open, a small smile forming on his lips when he realized Olivia was there. “Livvie. Hey. You’re home.” His voice was rough and gravelly. He sat up with a small wince, his brows pinched together as he cleared his throat. 

Olivia leaned forward, gently cupping Sam’s cheek in her palm and pressing her lips to his. He felt a little too warm for Olivia’s comfort. Now that there was extra light pooling in from the kitchen, she could see how flushed his skin was. “Hi, baby.”

Rose jumped onto the couch with her tail wagging and licked the side of his face. Sam gave a crackley chuckle and scratched her head. “Hi, Rosie. I missed you, too. Did you have fun with mom today?” Rose shook herself out, eliciting laughs from both Sam and Olivia. He reached out and gently slipped his hand under Olivia’s self-cropped shirt, brushing his fingertips over her ribcage. “How was your girl's day, sugar?” 

“Great! We found so many little cute markets and antique shops. Rosie got plenty of treats today. Everyone loved her.” Olivia giggled and tapped Rose’s nose. “I ran into an old friend from high school, too. We grabbed lunch at this café on the corner of 5th and Madison. It was adorable and the food was fantastic. We’ve gotta go sometime. I got a few new sweaters from a thrift store and got you a jacket I think you’re gonna like.” As she spoke, Sam slowly leaned back, resting his head against the arm of the couch again. His eyes fluttered shut as his hand on Olivia’s side gradually slid down to her hip. He cleared his throat again, but the sound was rougher this time.

She breathed a laugh through her nose and leaned down, resting her chin on Sam’s chest. She reached up and poked his cheek, making his lips turn up in a small, tired smirk. “Am I boring you, Sammy?”

“Hm? Oh. No, Livvie.” His eyes blinked open as he looked down at her. Rose, wanting to take part in the family cuddle party, laid her head next to Olivia, who laid her arm over Rose and tilted her head to rest against the dog’s. Sam rubbed his hand over Olivia’s shoulder. “I’m listening, sweetie. I promise. I just don’t feel very good.”

This made Olivia sit up, not expecting him to admit that he felt sick, but she was grateful that he did. Normally, she would have to pry at Sam if she even thought he was ill. Olivia rested her palm flat on his forehead, trying to gauge his temperature. “Poor thing. I thought you felt warm, but I didn’t want to say anything, sweetheart.”

Sam nuzzled his face against her hand. “Your hands are so cold. Feels good, honey.” Olivia brought her left hand up, cupping both sides of his face and brushing her thumbs over his flushed cheeks. She ran her thumb over his bottom lip, earning another smirk from Sam. He brought his hands up to her wrists, tracing his thumbs over the backs of her hands. “Will you lay with me, sugar? I feel like I haven’t seen you since the seventies.”

Olivia snorted a laugh through her nose. “Seventies seems a bit dramatic, baby.”

“Okay, fine. The eighties.” This pulled another laugh from Olivia. Sam tried to laugh along, but it quickly turned into a harsh cough that ripped through his throat followed by a groan. He rubbed a hand over his chest as he swallowed and let his head fall back against the arm of the couch. “Ow.”

Olivia rested her hand over Sam’s on his chest. “Oh, honey. Let me get you to the bedroom and I’ll take your temperature.” She stood from the couch and took both of Sam’s hands in hers, carefully hauling him up to his feet. Rose jumped off of the couch and followed them down the hall, her little nails clacking on the wood. It was like she knew Sam was sick.

Sam sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and then laid back across the mattress horizontally. He coughed into his elbow and splayed his arms out to either side. Rose jumped onto the bed next to him, trying to lick his face. “Quit that, Rosebud.” Sam let out a raspy laugh, followed by a sharp cough. “I feel like shit, sweetie.” 

Olivia disappeared into the bathroom, digging through the medicine cabinet. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. Does anything hurt?” She stepped back into the bedroom, holding the thermometer and a bottle of Tylenol in her hands.

Sam took a moment to assess his body. “Nothing hurts, necessarily. My head, a little. I just feel achy. And hot and cold at the same time.” He rested his hand on Olivia’s hip as she sat next to him. He closed his eyes when the thermometer was pressed against his forehead. The device beeped twice, the number flashing on the small, LED screen. “What’s the verdict, sugar?”

“101.2. That’s a fever, sweetheart.” Olivia leaned down and pressed her lips to the tip of Sam’s nose. She helped him sit up and laid him back against the pillows, pulling the comforter out from under his legs and laying it over him. “I’m gonna go get your water bottle. Do you need anything else?”

Sam shook his head and closed his eyes as Olivia left the room. She found Sam’s metal water bottle in the living room and brought it to the kitchen, filling it from the spout in the fridge. Olivia grabbed her phone from where it sat on the island counter and opened her contacts, pressing Sam’s mom’s name and holding the phone to her ear while it rang.

“Hello?” Karen’s voice cut through on the other line.

“Hey, Mama Kay. How are you?” Olivia screwed the lid back onto the bottle and turned to the one of the cabinets with the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder. 

“I’m good, babydoll. How are you and Sammy?”

“I am doing great. Sam’s a little under the weather, which is actually why I called.”

Karen frowned slightly. “Oh no. Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s alright. Cough and a fever. I think it’s a mix of jet lag and constantly being in different cities.” 

“My poor boy. Make sure he’s resting and drinking water or tea.”

Olivia nodded even though Karen couldn’t see her. “He is. I just filled his bottle and I’m gonna have him take Tylenol to bring the fever down. I wanted to make him some soup tomorrow and he mentioned one time that your chicken noodle recipe was his favorite. Is there any way you could send it to me?”

“Oh, absolutely! I’ll take a picture of the recipe card and send it to you. And, by the way, when he’s sick, he likes to watch that stupid Robin Hood movie with Cary Elwes and Richard Lewis. Says the laughter makes him feel better.”

 “That explains it. He fell asleep on the couch watching that when I got home.” Olivia softly giggled. “I love that dork.”

Karen let out a hearty chuckle. “I’ll get that recipe to you, dear. Give Sammy a hug for me, okay?”

Olivia smiled. “Of course, Mama Kay. Thank you so much.” 

“You’re welcome, sweet girl. See you later, Olivia.”

“Bye, Karen.” Olivia set her phone back down on the counter after she hung up. She took Sam’s water bottle back to the bedroom, pushing the door open quietly to find Sam slumped against the pillows with his eyes half opened. “Hey, baby.”

Sam groaned in response. Rose was sprawled out next to him with her head resting on his lap. She shifted slightly and let out a sigh.

Olivia sat next to Sam’s hip, giving him a sympathetic pout, reaching out and scratching Rose’s head. She handed the water bottle to Sam and grabbed the Tylenol, shaking out two pills into his hand. “Take these and drink your water. Do you want to finish your movie?”

Sam nodded and downed the pills, chasing them with his water. Olivia found the remote to the bedroom tv and opened one of the streaming services she and Sam had. She found Robin Hood: Men in Tights and pressed play, fast forwarding to where Sam had left off earlier in the living room. Sam smiled softly and took Olivia’s hand in his. “I watch this movie every time I don’t feel good. The laughter makes me feel better.” Olivia traced her thumb over Sam’s knuckles, stifling a laugh. Sam shot her a confused glance. “What’s so funny over there?”

Olivia let out a soft giggle. “Nothing. That’s exactly what your mom said, but she called the movie stupid.” She watched Sam’s face as a look of slight hurt crossed his features. “Oh, honey.” Olivia cupped his face in her hands, making him look at her. “It’s not stupid. She didn’t mean it like that, sweetheart.” She leaned down and pulled Sam into a warm hug. “That’s from her. She wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings, Sammy. Especially not when you’re sick.”

Sam returned the hug, burying his flushed and sweaty face into Olivia’s neck, his light chuckle muffled by her skin. “The hug makes it a little better.” He slowly pulled away, laying back against his pillow with a soft groan. He coughed harshly into his elbow and turned his attention back to the movie. 

Olivia pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and stood from the bed. “I’ve got some papers to grade in the office for Monday.” She nodded towards Sam’s phone on the nightstand. “Text me if you need something. Get some rest, okay, sweetheart? I love you.”

Sam nodded and coughed again. “Okay. I love you, sugar.”

Olivia gave him a small smile and made her way out of the room, flicking the light switch off and leaving the door slightly ajar so she could hear, just in case. She stepped into the home office that was directly across the hall from the bedroom, leaving the door open all the way. She turned the vintage floor lamp that stood in the corner on and sat at the desk, starting to grade the stack of papers. Olivia was a second grade teacher and her class had just started learning to add two digit numbers. She went through each paper, marking them with a different colored pen for each student.  

After an excruciating two hours of grading, Olivia stood from the desk chair, stretching her back and rolling her neck from side to side. She gathered the pile of papers and gently shoved them into a filing folder, which was then stuffed into her work backpack. “Those little heathens.” Olivia smiled to herself as she zipped the bag closed and set it on the desk for Monday morning. She glanced at the clock on the wall, just now noticing how late it had become while she was working. “Jesus. 11:52? Really?” She muttered to herself as she checked the time on her phone, just to check if that was right. Unfortunately, it was in fact 11:52 p.m. Olivia ran her hand over her face and yawned, taking the time to realize just how tired she was. 

She switched the floor lamp off and crossed the hall into the bedroom, quietly pushing the door open so she didn’t wake Sam. He was still on his back, his head lolled to the left and his right arm holding the comforter up to his nose. His right leg was the only part of him uncovered, the limb thrown on top of the blanket. Sam’s lips were slightly parted, the quietest of snores and tired mumbles escaping them. Rose was upside down next to him, fast asleep with her paws in the air. Olivia had to stifle her laughter as pulled out her phone to take a picture of Sam and Rosie. She quickly and quietly changed out of her day clothes and into a pair of short-shorts and one of Sam’s old t-shirts. She found the remote to the TV and pressed the power button, bathing the room in complete darkness.

Olivia made her way to the door, stopping and whispering, despite Sam being practically dead to the world. “Goodnight, Samuel. Feel better, sweetheart.” She walked out to the living room, tossing a throw pillow into the corner of the couch and grabbing a quilt from the basket next to the recliner. She made herself as comfortable as possible, curling up on the cushions and letting her exhaustion from the day wash over her as her eyes closed on their own.

~

Olivia woke up feeling rejuvenated somehow. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head with a yawn. She grabbed her phone from the end table, seeing a notification that Karen had sent the recipe for her chicken noodle soup. Olivia threw the quilt back, the morning air chilling her body. She made her way to the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker and grabbing her mug that hung on the small rack next to the machine. She checked the time on the stove. 10:18 a.m., and no sign of Sam. As the coffee brewed, Olivia dug around the cabinets, breathing out a sigh of relief when she found that she had everything she needed for the soup. 

She padded down the hall, gently pushing the bedroom door open. Sam was lying diagonally on the bed on his stomach in arguably the most comfortable position to sleep in. His left leg was straight, but his right was bent, his legs forming the shape of a 4. His right hand was tangled in his hair and his left arm was extended out to his side. At the sound of the door opening, Rosebud perked her head up. “Come on, Rosie girl. Let’s go outside.” Rose leaped off of the bed and followed Olivia back down the hallway to the back door. After she finished her business, Olivia let her back inside, the coffee machine beeping as they reached the kitchen.

Olivia poured the coffee into her mug, adding in milk and creamer before stirring it and taking a sip. She closed her eyes as the warmth spread through her. She set her mug down, grabbing a large pot from the cabinet under the island and beginning to follow the directions on Karen’s recipe. Rose sat at Olivia’s feet, looking up at her and wagging her tail expectantly. Olivia scratched her head and laughed. “You’re probably hungry, huh?” Rose barked and Olivia giggled again. “Shh, Rosebud. Dad’s sleeping.” She grabbed the dog’s food bowl and gave her a generous scoop of the kibble. “Here you go, sweet girl.” Olivia went back to making the soup, the butter, vegetables, and chicken in the pot now ready for the broth to be added. She followed Karen’s recipe to a tee, adding in all of the ingredients as written.

An hour later, the soup was almost ready and Sam groggily shuffled into the kitchen. “G’morning, sugar. Whatever that is smells fantastic.” His hoarse voice filled the air as he slipped his arms around Olivia’s waist, placing tiny kisses on her neck. She hummed and leaned back into him as he spoke quietly. “Is it even still morning?”

Olivia giggled, checking the clock. “You’ve got 6 minutes. Good morning, honey.” She turned her head, lightly pecking his cheek, and then turning back to the pot that she was stirring. Sam swayed her back and forth slightly, resting his chin on her shoulder, his arms holding her against him. Olivia felt the weight of his head on her shoulder slowly grow heavier. “Here. Try this, Sammy.” She held the spoon up to his mouth, turning to face him when he didn’t move. His eyes were closed, light and even breaths leaving his slightly parted lips. 

Olivia smiled and giggled to herself, careful not to move too much. “Sam…” She whispered into his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. She lightly tapped the tip of his nose, causing his eyes to flutter open. Sam blinked a couple of times and sighed. “You can go back to bed if you want, baby.”

Sam shook his head, slowly pulling away from Olivia as he coughed into his elbow. He moved to sit in one of the barstools at the island, resting his head against his fist. He watched as Olivia dished up a bowl of the soup and placed it in front of him. “Thank you, sweetie. This looks delicious.” Sam dipped his spoon into the soup and blew on it before taking a bite. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the soup wash over him with a small hum. “Oh, my god. Livvie.” He looked up to her with a watery-eyed smile. “This is… amazing. It tastes just like mom’s. She used to make this for me, Josh, Jake, and Ronnie when we would get sick.”

Olivia smiled and tucked her hands under her chin. “Really? I tried my best. It’s her recipe. I called her last night because you said it was your favorite one time and I wanted to make it for you.” Sam stood from the barstool, softly cupping her face with both hands and smashing his lips to hers. Olivia smiled into the kiss before gently pulling away, lacing her arms around his waist. “Does it really taste okay, Sammy? I wanted to help you feel better.”

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s perfect. It’s… just perfect.” Sam stroked his thumbs over her cheekbones and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you so much, sugar.”

“You’re welcome, honey.” Olivia made herself a bowl of the soup as Sam sat back down at the island. She took the spot to the left of him, letting her leg rest against his. He placed his hand on top of her knee, his thumb idly rubbing circles into her skin. Olivia laid her hand over his. “I love you, Sam.”

“I love you, Olivia.”

~

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Hot Vintage Stage Actress Round 1

Jessie Bateman: Fairy Rosebud in The Fairy's Dilemma (1904 Broadway); Gwendoline Conran in Raffles (1906 New York); Lady Diana Sartoris in The Whip (1910 West End)

Gabrielle Réjane: Yvonne Derive in Le Béguin (1900 Paris); Zaza in Zaza (1904 Broadway); Cécile Bellanger in L'amazone (1916 Paris)

Propaganda under the cut

Jessie Bateman:

Gabrielle Réjane:

EMBODIED the parisienne

(Editor’s note- was originally submitted with letters in ‘embodied’ spaced out for emphasis, I did not type them this way to make it easier on anyone using an e-reader)

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Rosebud Font by Graphicfresh

Finding a font that combines vintage charm with modern functionality can be challenging. However, Rosebud is a great choice. It's a beautiful vintage letterpress font created by Graphicfresh. This unique typeface captures the essence of hand-written styles and the timeless appeal of classic letterpress design. It's an excellent option for creatives who want to add a touch of old-world elegance to their projects.

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BOOK TOUR: MARINA STUNS IN LA IN RIXO DRESS

Marina returned back to Los Angeles where she also brought her tour book with her as she spoke to her fans yesterday!

Marina stunned in a 1940s-inspired dress by Rixo! The Clarice midi dress ($360), crafted out of plush black velvet, features romantic lace traced along the V-neckline and sleeve ends, and is furthermore appliquéd with a delicate rosebud.

Shop:

Rixo "Clarice" Dress ($360.00)

Our girl accessorized her look with a fabulous vintage Chanel 1997 black caviar leather cosmetic bag with embossed logo detail...

...and the Nora ($887) ruched tulle pumps by shoe designer Andrea Wazen

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Andrea Wazen “Nora” Pumps ($887.00)

[reliquiaria]

hello maia, queen of the rosebuds 🥀 worked up the courage to leave you a little letter in your mailbox hehe — but i am dying to learn more about you and fyodor! the selfship post you made for him was so hauntingly beautiful ♥︎ how did you two meet ﾉ fall in love? ^^

ohhh coco i’m so happy you asked!

picture a student living alone in a rented room who becomes increasingly more fascinated and wary of the man that’s staying in her same boarding house and constantly drags her into weird conversations about immortality, love, god, and salvation.

(the man is actually more than 500 years old and might’ve been haunting her throughout her many lives across time)

i tried to indulge in gothic fiction tropes and period settings as much as possible . . . i love bungo stray dogs’ vintage undertones and i wish asagiri had emphasized them more. that’s why i just couldn’t refrain from setting the story in old timey florence (where the actual dostoyevsky lived while writing the idiot, heh).

[rmd-writes]

I feel like Moira and Pez would get along splendidly, thoughts?

My thoughts are that you are a genius for thinking of this! I cannot believe I’ve never considered this but you are absolutely correct. Now that I am thinking about Moira and Pez, have some thoughts in no particular order:

- They met at the Met Gala where they were the only two people there who were really committed to the theme but go so far that they’ve almost gone too far (is that possible? idk).

- Of course they hit it off immediately because Moira and Pez are the same level of extra at different ends of the colour spectrum (monochrome vs technicolour). Please imagine the insanely chaotic conversation that would ensue. Writing Moira and Pez dialogue is definitely a weak spot for me so I’m not going to attempt it here but if someone else wants to PLEASE DO

- Moira is immediately won over by Pez and his flattery. Pez is, of course, completely enamoured with her fabulousness.

- Somehow, Pez gets himself invited to Moira & Johnny’s house. Johnny’s eyebrows are sky high when he sees Pez but he says nothing. This is post-Rosebud Motel Group and Sunise Bay reboot success, so Moira once again has a wig room. 

- Pez is certified in wig care and maintenance. By the time Moira finds this out, she has already discovered that Pez changes his hair colour as often as she changes her wigs. She’s got such a soft spot for him that she allows him to try on the wigs.  Alexis finds Moira and Pez in there.

- Alexis has actually already met Pez before, on a yacht owned by one of the many Stavros she’s dated, she can’t actually remember which one.

- Because all of the Stavros are kinda sketchy, Alexis is Worried about Pez being allowed into the wig room and whether Pez is some kind of scammer trying to con her mother. She facetimes David to show him what’s happening. David “doesn’t have time for this, Alexis” and almost hangs up on her but then he sees Pez and demands to know what’s happening and why a person wearing a vintage Balmain jacket that David has coveted for years is wearing his mother’s wigs.

- ultimately, Pez becomes Moira’s unofficial stylist - she needs one because the Sunrise Bay reboot is wildly successful and she is very much an in-demand actress. They often bicker over Pez’s attempts to work colour into Moira’s wardrobe, beyond her wigs. Moira tries to call David for back up over these arguments but he refuses to weigh in. Reluctantly, David accepts that Pez’s style is flawless and he only has Moira’s best interests at heart.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,

I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing.

I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud

Or a robin on the wing,

But I feel so gay—in a melancholy way—

That it might as well be spring…

It might as well be spring.

[ ID: Traditional art that has been colored and edited digitally, featuring Kamal Bora and Dr.Habit from Smile For Me the game.

In the artists interpretation Kamal as a kid is much shorter than Habit. He has short straight hair. He wears a oversized dark purple sweater. Then he has a frilly red skirt which sparkles. Ending with light blue socks and pink crocs. Blue-magneta headphones are worn.

Here Habit is a really tall kid. He has a muppet-like appearance with yellow-greenish fur, very long rose-pink curly hair, pink blushing cheek patches with three freckles, ears stuffed with cotton fluff , deep red nails. His eyes are orange, circled below by red ruffles and have some pale purple eyeshadow. He wears a teal buttoned shirt with wavy darker pants that have yet darker stripes on them. Basically it's Kamal’s outfit from the game. His feet are bare.

We are viewing them from above. Kamal is braiding lillies of various colors and shapes- multicolored, freckled, painted- into Habit's huge hair, now he's at the end of it. He sits with folded legs. Besides Habit's ear lies a Tooth Lily. Habit lays his head back, supported by hands on the ground, and looks at the viewer with a devilish smile-a glint in his eye, one blue snaggletooth showing. His feet are thrown about casually. Between them lies a half-open book titled 'Science Of Constipation' in loud colors and fonts. It shows a page titled 'Importance of taking a dump by Bob Smith' that has been absolutely vandalized by Habit. Bob Smith's photo now sports a hat, devil horns and a mustache. ' Preface' has been struck out and replaced with 'Peeface'. Skull, flowers, star, eyes, and a silly emote with its tongue out have been doodled with a red sketch which lies nearby.

Nature surrounds them. Most of it is springtime flowers that can be found in Boston, USA. Daffodils, crocuses, peonies, roses, azaleas, pansies, tulips, black-eyed susans, trailing arbutus. Among this lush greenery- snails, ladybugs can be seen underneath while dragonflies, butterflies, bees fly above. Some young black sheep graze. One looks ahead, with a white heart-marking on its head. Beside Habit's left leg is a large light orange-brown rabbit, curled up and sleeping. Somewhere among the flowers are two small white red-eyed rabbits nuzzling.

To the far right swaying bushes of cattail grow. Beside them is a clear stream running, host to a male and female mallard duck leading their ducklings, bladderworts, white waterlilies with their pads. Among these waterlilies, a brown frog and tadpoles in various stages of life can be spotted. One duckling catches a tadpole in its beak. To the very front are Habit and Kamal's paper boats engaged in a race-- Kamal appears to be winning. One is pink and crumply, heavily decorated, a submerged tag attached to it reads ' B.H'. The other is neat and streamlined with a little teal flagpole announcing it as 'KB'.

The first version of the drawing is overlaid with a very warm orange filter, the second is unedited. End ID]

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PLEASE LOOK AT THIS I WORKED ON IT FOR MONTHS NO JOKE THIS IS MY CHILD WHOM I WAS PREGNANT WITH AND NOW I HAVE PAINSTAKINGLY BIRTHED AND CLEANED HIM FOR ALL OF TUMBLR TO SEE

[ Plain text: Please look at this I worked on it for months no joke this is my child whom I was pregnant with and now I have painstakingly birthed and cleaned him for all of tumblr to see]

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aNYWAY this is part of a series of drawings where Habit and Kamal are just playing as kids really LOL

I listened to Vashti Bunyan's 'Just Another Diamond Day' album a LOT while coloring and drawing this HAHA also some vintage springtime songs! They were so lovely!!!

This also taught me a lesson to plan out my drawings more I guess but also WITNESS THIS BEAUTIFUL CHAOS AND MAY YOUR HEART BE OPENED TO ALL THE JOYOUS POSSIBILITIES MY FRIEND

[ Plain text: Witness this beautiful chaos and may your heart be opened to all the joyous possibilities my friend]

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A stranger would not have noticed the change, but Molly could see that the withered earth was brightening with a greenness as shy as smoke. Squat, snaggly trees that had never yet bloomed were putting forth flowers in the wary way an army sends out scouts; long-dry streams were beginning to rustle in their beds, and small creatures were calling to one another. Smells slipped by in ribbons: pale grass and black mud, honey and walnuts, mint and hay and rotting applewood; and even the afternoon sunlight had a tender, sneezy scent that Molly would have known anywhere. She rode beside Schmendrick, watching the gentle advent of the spring and thinking of how it had come to her, late but lasting.

"Unicorns have passed here," she whispered to the magician. "Is that the cause, or is it Haggard's fall and the Red Bull's going? What is it, what is happening?"

"Everything," he answered her, "everything, all at once. It is not one springtime, but fifty; and not one or two great terrors flown away, but a thousand small shadows lifted from the land.

Wait and see."

-- From The Last Unicorn by Peter Beagle

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Bellevue Pattern Sugar Bowl Hutschenreuther Rosebud Florals Vintage 1970s by PastSplendors http://dlvr.it/SzNbn6

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hand made by grandmother Rosebud McNeil

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6x Black Baby Sleeping Doll 6'' Boxed 1950's Vintage Rosebud Made In England ebay collectablehero

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8 Piece (4 plates and four matching cups) Harvest Green with Pink Roses.  Vintage Lefton China #3071 Handpainted Luncheon Scallop Plate Tea Cup Set, With Gold Trim (see pictures).  Excellent Condition.  Found no chips.  Bought at an estate sale.  Look unused.  Quite a find!Description:Prettiest of all pale greens.  It's sort of an antique green, soft and subtle, not bright.  It resembles celadon colored plates--a willowy green.  The pink roses and rosebuds are painted in both light and dark examples.  Beautifully detailed with leaves that are more of a true rose bush colored green, in contrast to the plate color.  To make them even more perfect they are all trimmed in real gold!  Just astoundingly beautiful in their creation.  They evoke feelings of nostalgia for a more romantic time.  Strolling through English Gardens.  Meeting for a secret triste.   These cups and plates are HAND PAINTED PORCELAIN.  The scallop shaped plates are perfectly designed to hold in your hand.  They are literally scalloped shaped (see pictures).   They are about 8 x 9 inches.  Slightly longer on the base of the scallop shape, to create the true scallop shape.  The cups feel like eggshells and perfectly rounded with a sweet scalloped / ruffled base (just wavy, not true scallop shape like the matching plates).  They are 2 inches tall and 3 1/2 inches wide, tapering down to a 1 1/2 inch base.  Full decorative handles, covered in gold.  Divot in the plate to securely hold the cup (ROUND INDENTATION TO PLACE YOUR CUP IN).  Everything is so fine.  They don't make stuff like this anymore.  Bottom is painted with their mark, insignia, logo, sign.  Selling only as a set, will not break up.  Write me with any questions.  

Description: Pink Roses, Green Background, Gold Trim

Pattern: Heritage Green by LeftonStatus: Discontinued.

LEFTON CHINA GREEN HERITAGE ROSE SNACK PLATES CUPS #3071.

#DAWNETTSEMPORIUM, #BEAUTIFULMERMAIDQUEEN, #SHAUNALYNNSFOOD

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Summer scents! I know it’s a bit of a cliche but I still adore Claris Eau Dynamisante and have done for years… I recently discovered L’Occitane Terre de Lumiere when a friend bought me a gift set of miniatures - it’s a “sweat” scent that really works on hot skin. I do like to chuck a curve ball and use something heavy like Obsession or a spicy or patchouli scent to blast a few nostrils.

Good question - though it's currently winter here so I have my head in the winter scent game - not that I have hard rules about that. For summer I like a lot of clean scents, heavy on the musk and citrus.

I recently picked up Lanvin's A Girl In Capri which is a cheapie here, under $30, and will be lovely in summer. It was a blind buy based on reviews that said it smells of kitchen cleaner, which frankly appeals to me. It's a nice salty, airy lemon. I got a bottle of The Body Shop's Rebel Rosebud for my birthday and when I wore it the other day my dad said I "smell like summer". It's more of a cold weather scent in my opinion - woody and rich - but the strong, blooming rose does lend a summery air. I've already packed my perfumes for my holiday which is taking place in the late British summer so I had the warmer weather in mind - I am taking: Maison Margiela's Lazy Sunday Morning which smells of clean hotel room sheets, Snif's Tart Deco which is a ripe, sweet cherry and almond, Maison Francis Kurkdjian's Aqua Celestia Cologne Forte, which is a juicy and bright blackcurrant and bergamot, Phlur's Not Your Baby which is marshmallow-y violet baby powder, Valentino's Donna Born In Roma which is more of a night scent, a thick, sort of plastic-y jasmine and vanilla that reminds me of powdery vintage makeup. As for your suggestions, I love Terre de Lumiere, it reminds me of Bond No 9's Eau de Noho with a honey kick - it was long on my wish list but was discontinued before I got to it. I used Clarin's Eau Dynamisante all summer through the 2000s so I have fond memories of that one. It's too astringent and clinical for me these days but it was an amazing sweat killer. x

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Hot Vintage Stage Actress Round 2

Jessie Bateman: Fairy Rosebud in The Fairy's Dilemma (1904 Broadway); Gwendoline Conran in Raffles (1906 New York); Lady Diana Sartoris in The Whip (1910 West End)

Fannie Ward: A Marriage of Reason (1907 Broadway); The New Lady Bantock (1909 Broadway); Madam President (1913 Broadway)

Propaganda under the cut

Jessie Bateman:

Fannie Ward:

[nancypullen]

Soooo...

The counter tops are gorgeous, even prettier than I’d hoped. But in true Eastern Shore tradition, the plumber was a no-show.  I didn’t have a functional kitchen last night or this morning.  The plumber called and said he was on his way, but he’s coming from Philadelphia.  Does this make sense to anyone? There wasn’t a plumber in all of Maryland or Delaware that could do this small job?  Mickey could hook it all up  (new faucet, garbage disposal, etc) but that would void the guarantee on the contract. We have to use their guy and apparently he lives in Pennsylvania.  Does this smell like mafia to anyone else?  Just kidding. I don’t want to sleep with the fishes.  If they think the most efficient way to finish the job is to have a guy drive two hours each way, who am I to argue?

I also threw the whole crew for a loop when I told them I only wanted three holes drilled for the faucet.  I don’t want the sprayer.  I never use it, and I’ve never had one that didn’t leak or dribble. Sprayers are overrated.  I just want the center faucet and a hot and cold handle. Simple.  You’d think I’d said I wanted a water pump out in the yard.

  There’s a bit of a language barrier - the counter crew and the plumber are speaking what sounds like Russian but could be any Slavic language.  Yesterday the guy in charge kept asking, “No spray???”  I was tempted to just say, “Fine! Give me spray!”  But I want what I want. No spray. Fast forward to the plumber arriving (earlier than expected, so bravo to him!) and getting to work, then calling out, “Hello? I can not do. No hole for spray.”  I had to convince him that I don’t want it. What is this love affair with sprayers? I don’t hate them. I’m not anti-sprayer. I just don’t need one and I am willing to live with any regret that may pop up in order to have my sweet,simple faucet and two handles centered above my sink, thankyouverymuch!   Geez.  Give me water and leave.  It all seems so straight forward, surely this has got to be one of the most problem-free calls that a plumber gets.  Boy, I sound cranky.  Apparently a day and a half without the use of my kitchen puts me in a bad mood. I need to do something crafty. That’ll put me right.  Yesterday while the counter guys worked I got busy with that old cradle from the auction. It was rusty and dusty and so very brown.  I don’t mind brown.  If it was meant to sit beside a fireplace and look vintage, it was just fine.  But this cradle is going to swing in a pastel room where a princess dwells.  So I sanded it a bit and wiped it down, and hit it with a whole can of white spray paint.  It wasn’t quite enough, but it’ll do for now.  I can touch it up later.  I wanted it ready for play this weekend.

White and pink paint and a few rosebuds later it’s ready!  Those roses are leftover from the little canopy I made for her bed in Tennessee, I knew I’d use them again some day.  The baby doll has open and close eyes (a preference of the little miss) and a mouth that takes a pacifier and a bottle. She can decide if it’s a girl or boy and give it a name.  I’m personally hoping for a girl named Princess Petunia. I also started on a piece for the entry hall. Oh, that sounds too grand. The front hallway?  The space just inside the front door?  Whatever, you know what I mean. There’s a weird little corner there and I didn’t want to put another table there, seemed too busy.  I stuck a big fake plant in one of the baskets I used in my laundry room in Mt. Juliet and that was a start. There was already a nail way up on the wall so I hung the window frame thing that I had in the living room in the old house. It doesn’t work for me either.

It’s not bad, it’s just kind of bulky.  Something smaller and less imposing is needed.  I thought about a mirror there - it would bounce the light from the door back and really brighten things up.  But I don’t have one the right size and shape for that wall and I’m not buying one.  I’m determined to repurpose as much as I can from the Mt. Juliet house.  Since we don’t have the same wall colors or decor that usually means fussing with it and changing it, two of my favorite activities.  BUT, then I remembered those pictures that I bought at the auction- I only wanted the frames, so I was thrilled to pay something like $3 for the lot.  I grabbed one and slathered it with gesso. Then I started slapping everything on there from washi tape to a paper doily. I had a big letter P from the old house and I slapped that on too.

I may add more, take something off, or scrap it all together.  But if I get it right I think it’ll be just the thing to sit above that plant.  We’ll see. Two hours later:

I think I hear the plumber packing up. Oh, JOY!!  He tested the garbage disposal and then started carrying stuff out the door.  Hallelujah! I still have to put the kitchen back together and decide what bits of pretty go where, but that’s the fun part. Stand by for annoying and boring kitchen posts. He’s gone! Sneak peek of the most beautiful sink in the world.

 She was worth the wait.  If you need me I’ll be in the kitchen, blocking anyone trying to come in and mess it up.