#white and blue striped window treatment

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Kids' room - mid-sized contemporary boy carpeted kids' room idea with blue walls Mid-sized modern boy's carpeted room idea for a child with blue walls.

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Guest in Dallas Inspiration for a large timeless guest carpeted bedroom remodel with pink walls and no fireplace

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Wallpaper in Boston Inspiration for a large, modern master bedroom remodel with blue walls, a beige floor, and wallpaper

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Guest in Dallas

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Whisked Away 2

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Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get a job at a bakery but your new boss only adds to your work

Character: chubby!baker!Thor

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

Delaney wishes you good luck as you go. Your heart is fluttery with nerves. It’s been a while since you actually had an interview. These days, most send you a link where you record yourself answering generalised questions. You never do well at those. In fact, you’d only ever had one job.  

You worked at a cafe in high school and after you went and got your culinary schooling done, you were promoted. It held you through the first few years of your twenties until Delaney got sick and you had to move to the city for her treatment. Your squirreled away savings got you the apartment and her stipend helped, but you’re running dry on credit. 

You need this. Desperately. But you can’t show that if you want it. You have to play it cool. Be a professional. 

You catch a streetcar down to the main row and check your phone. You’re well ahead of time. Good. You’ve never been to this particular place. You don’t go out much if it isn’t to the grocery store or the pharmacy. Delaney stopped wanting to go outside a while back. You try to encourage her but you can tell it only makes her feel worse. 

You follow the map directions on the app and stop before the cafe windows. They’re slightly tinted with curling golden calligraphy painted across them; Golden Crust. The facade is brown and yellow brick and there are flower boxes just below the windows. Behind the glass, loaves of bread lines a shelf, on display to tempt passerbys. 

The door is wide and thick and painted red. You push inside and pause to look around. The long counter is made of dark wood with clear glass cases on top containing dozens of colourful and sugary desserts. Behind the counter, the walls are lined with shelves; some ingredients, some with unfolded boxes, and more bread and packaged biscuits to go. It’s all finely organized. 

Lights hang above with brass shades, lending a low hue to the shop. Several customers wait in queue as two employees work tills at opposite ends of the counter. You don’t know whether you should join the wait or go ahead and let them know that you’re there to see Thor for an interview. That was his name, right? 

You look at your phone again. You have time. You wouldn’t want to be rude. You adjust your bag and stand at the end of the line. The women ahead of you marvel at the pristine mini white chocolate cakes with dark candied cherries on top as another whispers about cheesecake being devilish. Your own eyes wander gluttonously to the assortment. 

You peel away your gaze and look down at yourself. You put together the best you could; a striped blouse, navy blue on white, and a pair of straight-legged pants. They’re a bit outdated but professional at a glance. You hope no one notices the scuff on your right toe. 

You get to the front of the line and step up. The young girl behind the till asks what you’d like. You give an apologetic smile, “um, actually, I’ve got an interview.” 

“Ah, yes, another one for Thor,” she chimes, “well, you just come with me.” 

She’s young. Still a teenager. Her and the other cashier look to be barely graduated if that. 

She walks toward the end of the counter and she beckons you over, “I’m Thrud,” she pulls back the short little door for you to step through, “that’s Nari,” she gestures to the dark-haired worker at the other till. He’s too busy taking orders to notice. 

You introduce yourself as she takes you around to a doorway, “I think he’s just doing these in the kitchen. Last one ended early so...” she talks brightly as she bounds ahead of you like a happy puppy, “dad?” She calls as she enters the large kitchen. “Dad? I’ve got the next appointment.” 

Your anxiety spikes. You’re not the first or the last. The competition deflates your hopes even further. 

“Eh?” A deep grunt comes as head pops up from the other side of the large marble island. The man is so large his head hits one of the pans dangling from the ceiling rack. He rubs his brow and hisses, “sorry, I was just looking for my pen.” 

Thrud laughs as she crosses her arms. You notice the golden pen tucked behind his ear. She raises a hand, keeping her other arm folded, as she taps her temple. His brows arch and he feels around his wave locks and fishes out the pen. 

“Right,” he gives a sheepish look and wiggles it in triumph. 

“Anyhoo,” Thrud trills, “this is her.” 

“Thank you, Thrud,” he drones back. 

“Mhmm,” she turns and smiles at you again before she goes. 

“Uh,” you hesitate, unsure how to begin, “er,” you introduce yourself, once more “I have a resume on hand--” 

“No need,” he waves you off, “come, I try to keep these things straight to the point.” 

You near him and rest your hand on your bag, chewing your lip. 

“Wash your hands,” he directs you towards the sink, “you may put your things there.” He points to the empty counter on the other side of the deep metal sink. You put your bag there and scour your hands deliberately, taking your time as you scrub nails, knuckles, palms, every bit. You dry off on the towel he offers as you face him. 

“Here,” he gives you and apron, “would want you to make a mess. 

You tie on the apron as he turns and grabs a tray. There are half a dozen cookies on the sheet, some empty piping bags, nozzles, a bowl of icing and small tubes of food dye. You look between him and the cookies. 

“You may choose the design. You will decorate and I will ask questions, does that work for you?” 

“Um, sure,” you answer. It’s unexpected. “All six?” 

“All six,” he confirms and crosses his arms, making himself even broader. He is not only tall, but wide, and his apron does little to conceal his indulgence in sweets that gathers around his middle. 

“Okay,” you accept the challenge meekly. 

You step up to the marble island and take a moment. You twiddle your fingers nervously as you think. You don’t know what to do. You don’t want to go to simple. 

“Take your time, I’ll ask some questions and you can begin whenever you’re ready,” he assures, “so, you’re availability, it is flexibly? Our open ours are eight to six, but you are available on weekends?” 

“Yes,” you say as you set an idea in your head and read for the icing. You stir it with the wooden spoon, testing its consistency. “I have open availability most days.” 

“Most days?” He echoes. 

“Um, yes, I may have an appointment now and again.” 

“Oh, appointment?” 

“For my sister,” you explain, “but it wouldn’t get in the way, I'm sure.” 

You cringe. You’re already making yourself feel bad. 

“And so, you’ve had one previous role, what was included in that?” he asks. 

Only one... that can’t be good on paper. 

“I worked at a cafe. I was a barista for the first two years, then I was promoted to baker, and ended as assistant manager at the branch,” you explain as you fill one of the piping pages and fit the appropriate tip, “but I completed by culinary diploma while I was there.” 

“And after? What did you do? I see you’ve been out of work.” 

You’re quite as you lean over the cookies and start on the first one. Your idea is simple in premise but not in execution. Delaney loves to do cross-stitches, so that’s what you’ll do. First, the white grid and the lacing along the edges, then you’ll fill in the squares with all different colours to make the illusion of stitches. 

“I’ve been a caretaker to my sister,” you say quietly, “we only just moved here last year so I haven’t found much.” 

“And you would be able to work fulltime?” He asks. 

“Yes, she’s... she’s doing better now. I can do it,” you assure him as you keep your eyes on your precise lines. 

He’s quiet. You’re sweating. You just concentrate on the work. Maybe your answers aren’t the best but you hope your work is. You finish the crosshatching and look up. You find him watching your hands intently. As you pause, his blue eyes meet yours. He gives a smile. 

“Ha,” he scoffs, “my hands are too big.” He shows his thick fingers, “I can’t quiet get my lines that tight.” 

You nod and bow your head again. You’re not even done the first cookie. You have six to prove yourself. Six cookies to seal your fate. 

[tilebytiles]

star treatment - a.t. (part 2)

summary: there's a strange man named alex that has a strange obsession with you, and he makes the strangest offer of your life. word count: 3.2k warnings: none part 1

You had fallen asleep a while ago. The stars, although breathtakingly beautiful this far out in space, had eventually gotten tiring to look at, and your brain itched for something else. You were still too tense to talk to anyone else on the spacecraft, and Alex was nowhere to be found, although you doubted you'd talk to him anyway. With no methods of entertainment beyond staring out the window, you fell asleep rather quickly, your imagination conjuring up strange dreams about the hotel you were heading to.

The only thing that woke you up was the sound of rustling clothes in front of you. Drowsily, you forced your eyes open and your body to come up onto your feet. You were a little wobbly from trying to do so much so quick, but you regained your balance rather quickly and began to follow the journalists down the narrow aisle between the rows of seats. If there was anything science fiction films had taught you, you should have been floating through that rocket instead of walking. Your feet, however, remained firmly planted on the carpet, a fact that was rather disappointing. Floating would have been cooler.

The interior of the seating area was done in soft, warm colours, offering an inviting atmosphere. The seats were a navy blue with an off-white stripe down the center, and the walls were a shade of pink, something close to salmon, you thought. The floor was done in the same colour, but down the aisle was a red carpet. There weren't many seats, so the rocket could only house a group about the size of this one at any time. You didn't mind; the less people you had to awkwardly avoid, the better.

You realised the giant window at the end of the aisle that you'd thought was for stargazing was actually a port. As soon as you stepped into the giant see-through tube, you heard the door slide shut behind you, sealing you off from the rocket. You couldn't help but marvel at the empty chasm of space that surrounded you, as well as the moon that rested beneath you. From here, you could make out the complex building you were realising was meant to be the hotel. It looked futuristic and retro at the same time, an effect that wasn't hard to achieve; the architecture looked like the kind that was popular in the 70s, providing a sort of nostalgic feel, but it was sitting on the surface of the moon. This definitely wouldn't have been possible in the 70s (you could hardly believe it was possible now).

One of the journalists spoke up, shattering the awestruck silence. "He's a bit mad for doin' all this."

The journalist beside him shrugged. "It's kinda cool, though, don't you think?"

"Well, sure, but imagine having these kinds of funds ... and you waste it on a lunar hotel?"

You hardly knew Alex, but it made you feel a little uneasy to hear someone speaking ill of him. You wanted to speak up, but a third journalist beat you to it. "If anything, he's proving we can even do this kind of shit on the moon. It's better than some of the stunts billionaires have been pulling."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miles," the first journalist grumbled. "Stop kissing his ass."

The journalist named Miles rolled his eyes, then glanced over at you. You hadn't even realised he was walking beside you. He grinned at you and held out a hand for you to shake. "Miles Kane," he said.

You slowly shook his hand. "Y/N L/N."

"You don't exactly seem like the reporter type. What're you doin' up here with this pretentious lot?"

You liked him already.

"Alex invited me," you told him. "I haven't really figured out why yet."

He nodded, seeming to ponder over the information you'd just given him despite it only being two sentences. "I'm sure we'll get along perfectly," he finally said, smiling at you again. "If any of these pricks cause you trouble, just lemme know."

"Thank you." You smiled back at him.

When you made it to the other end of the tube, the door in front of you slid open, allowing your party of prose into the hotel. Your eyes widened once you stepped through the door. The room you were in, which you guessed to be the main lobby, was absolutely gigantic - or at least, it felt that big. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the whole space with sconces mounted on the walls to light up the spots the chandelier couldn't reach. The walls were a warm, perhaps almost burnt, shade of orange, and the floor was made of lush carpet, the pattern almost hypnotising. Squiggles of colour stretched from wall to wall above a black background. The wall to your right, close to the door, held floor-to-ceiling windows, showcasing the moon and the stars in all their glory. To your left was the reception desk, the lift to its left and the stairs to its right. Chairs and tables were scattered amongst the space, providing plenty of spots to sit and rest. Mounted on the wall behind the reception desk was a flat-screen TV. You were impressed it could pick anything up out here.

Your group wandered over to the reception desk, and to your surprise, someone popped out of the door that had an 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' plaque, grinning at you all. "Pleasure to meet you!" he said. "Mr. Turner told me you'd be arriving."

Alex's last name was Turner?

"Hold on," the first journalist from before said, "you mean you've just ... been here?"

The receptionist nodded, still smiling. "We've had more than enough resources to last us, don't worry. And they're replenishable! But we can get into that later."

"There's more than one of you?"

"All the staff were busy prepping for your arrival. We hope you enjoy your stay. Let me be the first to officially welcome you to the Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino. My name's Mark, and I'll be your guide for the tour today."

You admired Mark's genuine enthusiasm. Then again, you didn't think it'd be very hard to be enthusiastic about a job like this.

He came out from behind the desk and motioned for your group to follow as he headed for the open doorway across from the door you'd just come through. It opened out into a long hall, branching off into different rooms. "This is where the café is," he said, pointing to one of the sets of doors you passed by. "That's where you'll be eating all your meals, although your options will differ depending on the time of day. That," he said, pointing to another set of doors, "is the gym. There's all kinds of equipment in there, and it's completely free for all guests, so don't be afraid to stop by."

He continued leading you down the hall, pointing at different doors and explaining them. Connected to the café was a greenhouse that provided different types of produce, and it was available to guests ("take a tour or let the little ones learn how to garden!" he had said). There was a library, a laundry room, and even something like a patio at the very end of the hall, allowing you to get as close to the moon itself as you safely could.

When you came back up the hall and squeezed into the lift, Mark explained how the actual hotel rooms would be the last part of the tour; that way, you could all rest as soon as you got to your rooms. Your first stop was the very top of the hotel, where you could see the large hexagonal neon sign spinning slowly on top of its pole. They had built a pool into the roof, complete with a ladder to make getting in and out easy, a diving board, various chairs set up, umbrellas that you weren't even sure were necessary and bathrooms and changing rooms, the latter of which were fully stocked with robes, bathing suits and pool toys.

Heading down a floor revealed the hotel's partial namesake: the casino. The lights were significantly dimmer here than they were in the rest of the hotel, but they weren't so dim that you couldn't see at all. Machines had been pushed up against every wall and were lined up perfectly around the room. It was almost overstimulating, and you were grateful you left when you did, although the aftereffects of all the lights remained in your vision as colourful blobs for some time.

Your whole group was staying on the same floor. You didn't know if you were glad about it or dreading it. At least Miles would be nearby, you thought. He'd been making the occasional quiet joke to you throughout the whole tour, and you did your best to stifle your laughter to avoid dirty looks from the others.

"I'll talk to you later," he said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You hadn't even realised you'd made it to your rooms. His was across the hall from yours. You nodded and flashed him one last smile before unlocking your door with the key Mark had given you and stepping inside.

The room was lavishly decorated. You almost felt guilty for staying there for free. A four-poster bed stood tall, the frame painted a creamy white and the mattress covered in a white sheet. A thin fabric, something like lace, hung from each corner like curtains. The blanket looked soft, inviting, and after many, many hours of being stuck in a rocket and sleeping in a (albeit comfortable) chair, slipping under the covers and taking a proper nap sounded heavenly. You forced yourself to hold off on that nap, though, and continued your exploration of the room.

The overhead light was built into the ceiling, and upon discovering a small remote on top of the chest of drawers across from the bed, you realised the brightness could be changed. There was a floor-to-ceiling window built into the wall across from the door, offering yet another stunning view. The closet that was built into the wall rested to the left of the bed, and to the right was a small nightstand. In the closet, you found all sorts of clothes. At least there was comfort in the fact that no matter what happened, you'd be well-dressed for the occasion. Not far from the nightstand was a door, and when you opened it, you discovered the bathroom.

Ah, yes. It was about time you took a shower.

The water was perfectly warm, and the shampoo smelled lovely. Although it had only been a few days, you still felt gross for having gone so long without a shower; you guessed it was only because you were used to showering every day. When you finished getting cleaned up, you slipped into the cosiest pair of pyjamas you'd ever gotten your hands on and made sure to turn the light off before slipping into the unnecessarily fancy bed.

You wondered what Alex was up to. You hoped you'd see him tomorrow, mostly so you could thank him for inviting you in the first place. Although the concept of a hotel in space still felt a bit mad to you, you were beginning to realise it really wasn't as bad as you'd expected it to be. Maybe you were even a bit proud of him.

•••••

The next morning - at least, you guessed it was morning - you made your first trip to the café Mark had shown you. You had to admit, you were starving. Although you'd been given snacks on the rocket, they were exactly that - snacks. They hadn't been near enough to keep you full, and now your stomach felt like it was going to gnaw its way through your entire body if you didn't get something to eat soon.

A few of the journalists were already in there, including Miles. You headed towards the counter, where the employee behind the till smiled at you. "What can I get for you today?"

"Uh ..." You stared at the imposing menu on the wall, assessing your options. "Can I have the egg croissant, please?"

"Would you like a drink with that?"

"Water's fine, thanks." The employee nodded, punching your order in, and when the small number popped up on the digital screen sticking up from the till, your eyes widened. It was cheaper than you'd been expecting. You quickly fished your wallet out of your pocket.

Once the transaction was complete, you headed for Miles' table and sat across from him. He was scribbling something in his notepad, but when he heard the creak of your chair, his head snapped up. When he realised it was you, he grinned. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hey," you replied. "What are you doing?"

"Writin' down some notes for that article I gotta write. We've been here for less than a day, and I already have enough info to crank out a goddamn essay."

That made you laugh, earning a sideways glance from one of the journalists. It was the one that had been questioning Alex's motives before. You heard Miles scoff, prompting you to look back at him with a raised brow. “Trouble in paradise?”

He snorted. “Hardly paradise with that prick around.”

“Who is he?”

“James Schwartz, also known as one of the biggest dickheads on the planet. Old money - his dad runs the paper he writes for, and his dad ran it before that, and so on. Heard he’s in line for the throne.” He shook his head. “He’s willin’ to do anything for a story. Can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a few months, either.”

“What do you mean, he’s willing to do anything?”

He eyed you for a few moments, as if he was debating whether or not he should unveil James’ moral crimes to you. Eventually, he sighed, leaning back in his chair; so much so that the two front legs rose from the floor. “The best of it, so to speak, is that he flooded some poor shop owner’s voicemail until they phoned him back.”

“And the worst?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze sauntered over to land on James, who’d put a pair of headphones on at some point and remained entirely oblivious to your conversation. Still, to be on the safe side, Miles’ voice lowered, forcing you to lean over to hear him. “He dated a girl, some model from Bristol. A couple of months later, she broke up with him, and then suddenly, her nudes were up on the Internet, free for all perverted fucks to see. He was one of the first to cover the story, and his article painted her in a suspicious light, spoutin’ some shite about how she shouldn’t have let anyone take such compromisin’ pictures of her. She quit modelling not long after. It was never proven to be him, but …” He shrugged and looked back to you.

Your stomach churned at the mere thought of what he’d gotten away with. “Surely someone questioned him?”

“If they did, he probably paid them to keep quiet. Either way-” He dropped his pencil onto his notepad. “-I would stay away from him, if I were you.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” you mumbled.

After your food had arrived and you’d satiated your hunger, Miles suggested heading up to the pool for a quick dip. You agreed, although considering you’d just eaten, you didn’t think you would actually do any swimming. This notion seemed a bit funny to him, and he even asked if you were chicken, but he didn’t press the matter any further.

Much to your delight, there were swimsuits in the dressing room, and you slipped into a black bikini on the off chance you hopped into the water. Wrapping yourself up in a plush white robe that had the hotel’s acronym embroidered into the left breast, you stepped out onto the pool deck. Miles was already in the pool, clad in a pair of black swim trunks and swimming from one end to the other, engaged in an intense race against himself. You plopped down onto one of the pool chairs and stretched your legs out, watching as Miles swam to the edge closest to you with a grin. “The water’s lovely.”

“I’d rather not get cramps,” you said, making him laugh. He playfully splashed water in your direction, spraying small droplets onto your calves and the chair beneath you. The water was cold against your skin.

You heard the entrance to the pool open, making you turn and look over your shoulder. Alex stood in the doorway, and when he saw you, he managed a small smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I could say the same for you.”

“I was looking for Miles.” He glanced around you and spotted the man in question, who offered an enthusiastic wave that was akin to one from a child. “Mark said you’d be here.”

“You should come join me, Mr. Turner,” Miles replied, assuming an exaggerated air of pompousness. “Have you even tested your own pool?”

Alex seemed to genuinely consider that question for a few moments. His hands slid down into his pockets, and his lips pressed together before finally parting to form the words, “No, I haven’t.”

And with that, he found himself in swim trunks exactly like Miles’ less than a few minutes later. It was the first time you’d seen him in anything beyond his perfectly crisp suits, and it also offered you a chance to admire his physique. His abs were lightly defined, as were the muscles lining his arms; the veins in his forearms protruded, as if all they needed was a small push before bursting from his skin; his legs had about as much hair as you could have expected, and there was a light smattering of hair across his chest. Draped over his chest, sinking into the dips of his collarbones, was a thin gold chain, the same one you’d seen him wear a number of times at the café.

Miles whistled, snapping you out of the spell Alex’s body had put you under. “She’s oglin’ ya.”

“Am not!” you protested, glaring at him.

He only rolled his eyes. “There’s nothin’ wrong with admirin’.”

You didn’t say anything, only crossed your arms over your chest. It wasn’t like you needed to respond, though; the heat that spread across your cheeks like wildfire spoke volumes.

If you were being perfectly honest with yourself - which you did reluctantly - Alex had always caught your eye. You mostly attributed it to the mysterious aura that he was always shrouded in, brought into existence by how little he spoke, how much he kept to himself, and the documents he primarily occupied himself with. Even if you now knew what those documents had been for, there were still heaps of things that remained locked away from you. For fuck’s sake, you’d learned his last name from a complete stranger.

In some ways, his mystery was a siren call, coaxing you in for what you thought might be your untimely demise. If there was anything the piles of romance novels in your flat had taught you, it was that strange men- especially rich ones- shouldn’t ever be trusted with matters of the heart.

As Alex lowered himself into the pool, though, you let yourself ogle for a little while longer.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

The AMC AMX-GT is a 1968 concept car developed by American Motors Corporation (AMC). A rear-wheel drive pillarless coupe of monocoque construction with two doors and a truncated rear end treatment, its design was influenced by AMC stylist Richard A. Teague. The AMX GT was built by shortening the 4-seat Javelin coupé to a 97-inch (2,464 mm) wheelbase (the same as the production 2-seat AMXs), lowering, or "chopping", the roof and cutting off the tail. The one-off AMX-GT body used a fiberglass rear and featured side-mounted "macho external exhaust pipes.

It appeared in two versions. At the New York International Auto Show in April 1968 it was red with a white stripe on the sides that ran across the roof. It also had plain, flush wheel covers, generic all-black tires,a side-mounted exhaust, a ram-air intake hood, integrated roof spoiler and fixed rear side windows (quarter glass) with no support (or "B") pillar.

The wheels were soon replaced by an alloy five-spoke design with Goodyear white-letter tires.The hood and roof were repainted a contrasting dark blue. This color scheme, which followed the major character lines of the car, was applied to some of the early factory-sponsored race cars before AMC changed to bands of red, white, and blue.

[stillness-in-green]

Months later and still kinda salty about the Advisers treatment in S6 since its very clear they were not on the team's mind: not including Bindi with Amplivolt against Edgeshot, not including Hole guy's panel about to ambush Orca (so he just got beat out of nowhere), not including the panel of Cabbie Hat and Fox guy running off, Hose Face not speaking before he killed Midnight, heck even messing up who gets captured in the end. I know they aren't super relevant, but S6 didn't help them either.

Man, I completely fell off of watching the anime even for the purposes of criticism, so thank you for this update to clarify for me that only disappointment waits if and when I ever bother.  I did get curious and look up who gets captured in the end, and wow, they really did comprehensively fuck that up, didn’t they? I know you know because you wrote me this nice ask about it, but for everyone else, take a look at this nonsense:

(Note that, as ever when I'm replying to asks from my dear fellow advisor fan @shockersalvage, the PLF codenames below are pure headcanon.)

I am agog at how huge and accessible and openable those windows look. Why on earth would you use vehicles like that for prisoner transport?) Are they just packing dangerous terrorists back onto the same buses the Heroes used to get up here, or what?

Comparing that to the equivalent shot in the manga, they didn’t get any of these people right. (Excluding the Heroes, who get relatively faithful if slightly less detailed renditions.  Because of course they do.)

Look at the windows on these transports and laugh with me about how ridiculous the ones in the anime are in comparison. Also, I notice that while the anime got Tartarus Hat: The Capture Tape Hero's look right, they did fail to notice that the restraints dangling loose from his wrists are the same as those the PLF captives are bound with.

Not every person on the ground here is tentatively identifiable as a ranked advisor—only, you know, five out of seven of them, the entire middle group.  The two on the back right are really obviously Galvanize and Piercings Dude (Compress’s #1 and Dabi’s #3), and given the visual similarities and the grouping, I’m pretty confident the others are Fray (Toga’s #3), Red (Skeptic’s #1) and Band Jacket Guy (Compress’s #2).

Yet even given the anime’s sloppy, ugly coloring decisions for the advisors they did show, they didn’t even accidentally get any of these right.  Band Jacket Guy and Fray are both dark-haired in the anime, while Red’s honey blonde and Piercings Dude is silver-haired with a striped coat jacket.  I would almost venture to guess that the anime intended the dude they gave the handlebar mustache to above (Galvanize in the manga, as apparent by his forelock and forehead scar) to be Sanctum, save that they didn’t those colors right, either!  They have Sanctum in white in the opening attack scene and in blue in Twice’s imagine spot.

Just an impressively thorough failure to realize the manga’s intention.

One thing you didn’t mention that I wondered about was Scarecrow’s first scene of note, so I also looked that up—I wanted to see if he had a voice actor yet, given how important his voice would turn out to be! 

Lo and behind, I find that the anime—while at least including Scarecrow, absolutely not guaranteed, as the above dissection shows!—gave what I had always assumed to be his dialogue to Re-Destro instead.  Which, I guess, looking at the manga again, could be the intention?  But I don’t really read it that way.

It’s certainly flowery enough to be Re-Destro!  He definitely talks like that!  But, as we later find out, Scarecrow absolutely talks like that too.  And here, looking at the paneling and the way the talk bubbles fall within it, we can see that Re-Destro’s obvious dialogue (“What did you pesky Heroes do to our savior and liberator?!”) breaks out of the panel binding, overlapping into the scene change to Gigantomachia’s rampage.

That’s what I would expect to be the case if the next line (“After Gigantomachia, Liberation warriors!  Our revolution is at hand!”) was also meant to be his, ringing out so loudly over the battlefield that even out in the forest, it’s still audible above the sounds of pitched, widespread conflict.

Instead of being overlaid across the panel borders like the others, though, it’s fully contained within the panels, visually implying that the line is being delivered by someone within that same scene/panel, for which the most obvious candidate is the guy prominently foregrounded in it.  I suppose the counter-argument is that there aren’t any obvious tails to the talk bubble that would link it to him, as with the bubbles in final panel with Kamui Woods and Midnight, but then, Re-Destro’s shouting doesn’t have any tails, either!

Overall, I guess it’s a valid read, but I frankly just don’t like it as much as I do the dialogue serving as an early indicator of Scarecrow’s personality.  Also, while it surely pleases me to contemplate that Re-Destro loves Shigaraki so much that he’d order a sizeable chunk of his own army to abandon him in favor of going to his savior and liberator, I have to think that if he did give that order, considerably more than a piddling 132 out of 17,000 people at the Villa would have successfully prioritized escape!

Sorry for taking so long with this one, shockersalvage!  My plan was to respond to it when I got back to PLF Spotting posts, but I just don’t think I can be arsed with those at this point. I kind of unreasonably hate the stupid puce-colored arm the anime saddled Shigaraki with for some godforsaken reason, and I’ve not yet forgiven the show for giving Re-Destro an anime-original scene but fucking it up by having him identify Destro Classic as his literal father. Also, while the anime transparently doesn’t care about the PLF, it’s only emulating its source material in that regard, so it's hard to muster up too much righteous indignation on the manga's behalf.

Regardless, thank you as always for the ask and your patience! Please do feel free to report back in with any further PLF Erasure Crimes the anime commits; I'm not expecting to pay it much attention at this point save probably ducking in to watch Scarecrow's wonderful rooftop speech at the hospital riot.

(You know, assuming they let him keep it.)

[twistednuns]

November 2022

How to write a lot.

Writing with the perfect pen. Inky, smooth, jet black, a broad tip, gliding over the paper.

And yeah: buying pens. Like a kid in the candy store. Can't resist.

Getting a candle for my room. Just because. A tiny bit of November feeling in sunny Oaxaca.

Speaking of which... my room! I was craving solitude after a week in dorms. I'm such a loner at heart. I loved that the walls in the courtyard and my room were the same shade of purple as my favourite bedsheets at home that I miss so much. The property is on a hill which makes getting there quite the workout. But the view is always worth it. * Confusing the neighborhood cats by singing the song of their people. The good toilet paper. Cristina and her twins, so bubbly and nerdy, latina through and through.

A cinnamon red wall matching my bra and dress and hair tie. I've decided that it's MY colour now.

Diego offering to adopt me because sadly I have no Mexican ancestry.

Making a WhatsApp sticker set with my most stupid facial expressions.

Paulina. I love how people with mental health issues tend to find each other. Restless seekers. Language nerds. She actually studied photography and Sanskrit!

Telling Paulina about the book Alone with You in the Ether. Immediately wanting to re-read it. But also: to create my own universe. Play god. So that means I have to write a book now?

A truly tiny cherry chapstick. Artificial cherry aroma just hits different.

Buying copal oil. Smells very ceremonial.

Light night. Breakfast bagel for dinner.

A dream: I lay with a lioness and a crocodile and at first they behaved but then suddenly attacked. Hidden message?

A firm massage only on the right side of my back. So good. Learning that I should only do strength training on the left and stretching on the right side of my body.

Nostalgic teenage revival video clips on a coffee high.

Liking myself in the mirror wearing a white shirt with messy hair.

Do sending me a gif of Lorelai kissing Luke and it's so easy to imagine her as Luke and me as Lorelai. All the feels.

Breakfast sandwiches. Cheese and egg. All I really need. Yum.

Massage at Xolotl. Purr-fect. They set up a small aquarium during my treatment and I named the big red fish with blue stripes Casimiro.

Taking the night bus. Staying busy with my vocabulary app. Looking out the window, passing a random mezcaleria sign: SENTIR, brightly glowing letters in the dark. I believe in messages.

Feeling very close to Do after two phone calls. Talking about our issues, school, queerness, our negativity bias, what makes people interesting, first impressions, labels, her first partner. Our favourite bowls and spoons. Asking her to dream of me. Her admitting that she has dirty fantasies of me.

Developing this plot with Do on the phone: about a bunch of narrators. Omniscient, unreliable. Who are overwhelmed with their tasks since the invention of the internet/ having to deal with their own decisions. What an interesting/promising idea! Famous authors as narrators?

Wearing lipstick for the first time in months. Refreshing.

Hierve el Agua! Swimming in a natural mineral water infinity pool with the most gorgeous view of the mountain valley. Petrified waterfalls in the distance. Someone taking pictures of me I actually liked. Meeting a gay couple from New Orleans who showed up in full rainbow gear. Visiting the biggest tree in Mexico.

Johnny Lee Miller als John Major in The Crown. Dreaming of my mum as Princess Diana.

Downloading a meditation and vocabulary app. Actually working with them.

Getting the feedback from my therapist that I've changed. That I'm more present. Authentic, feeling. Less volatile, less diversion through humour etc. And she confirmed everything I'd found out and analysed by myself.

Bioluminescence. It's like making magic. The sparkles following your every movement. The starry sky.

Sitting in a hammock chair at the beach with a fresh coconut. Scratching off the flesh with the straw.

Walking past a turtle cadaver. Super fascinating.

Lunaticart Gallery. Buying overpriced/extremely cool earrings - I immediately knew that I wanted them. The gallery inspired a vision I had about a business I'd like to own: a 2in1 studio and store - working and creating whenever there are no clients. Offering limited editions and collections so I can follow all my changing interests. The aesthetic: Atelier Brancusi meets fortune teller tent.

I've noticed two things: I have no problems fitting into flimsy plastic chairs anymore and I can suddenly wrap a regular towel around my waist without a gap! Am I getting... Slimmer? Exciting.

A free ride to Mazunte from one of the dudes from the bioluminescence tour! Nice! And the lady on the bus who offered me the seat next to her. Lifesaver.

A girl walking past my breakfast table. She had the most gorgeous tattoos. Layered cresent moons in various sizes as a chest piece. An eye surrounded by rays on her arm.

The waiter who made me a smoothie with passion fruit even though it wasn't on the menu and played march music the whole time. I was torn between loving and hating it (because it reminded me of Bavarian marching bands). The guy also had asymmetric earrings and a very nice smile. How can people be so happy. In a service job. I admire that.

Just hanging out at the beach. Sunday. Affogato and fruit salad. Researching Cher's career - she keeps reinventing herself and she's amazing at everything she does. Listening to a podcast on happiness. Realising that I love power ballads. Banter with Do. Feeling connected. My feet in the sand.

Observing the silhouette of the palm leaves during sunset, all the shapes and patterns they're creating.

Waking up early. Catching sunrise over the beach. All the colours, hues, gradients. Rays. Interesting cloud formations.

The From Pain to Peace workshop at Hridaya. So many insights. Learning. Important lessons. Lovely connections with lovely people. Giving each other massages. Mirroring feelings, holding space for each other. Looking into each other's eyes, singing to each other. Beautiful.

Stahsha was there again and somehow I was less intimidated by her this time. I wonder if something has changed about me? People actually talked to me, thought I was interesting, approachable, desirable. Am I getting rid of my fear of people? Are they feeling it? I love the impression that I'm making progress.

Malik, another participant. I had such a big crush on him. He gave off John Lennon in Nowhere Boy vibes. More alternative and vulnerable though. With a Jim Morrison aesthetic. A sexy/messy/wavy mullet and nerd glasses. Big tattoos. Very blue eyes and a sharp jaw line. He seemed quirky, always had his head tilted. I would have loved to get to know him. But I'm shy. And happy about learning that I can still feel such a strong attraction to someone despite my high standards and past experiences.

The big ginger cat who I thought of as my bro and guardian because he liked sleeping on the chair in front of my dorm.

Compliments for my black and white triangle dress and for my beautiful singing voice (three people approached me and actually asked me if I am a professional singer). Luzma also said she loved how forthright and direct I am. It's fascinating to learn about an outsider's perspective and what they see in me. I wonder if they're able to see clearer or are more objective. In any case, I love comparing their observations with my own. They're often quite different. How interesting!

Luzma's style. Guessing correctly that she's an artsy person (and yeah, she used to be a graphic designer). Her edgy glasses. Abstract art shirt. Short hair and interesting jewellery.

Vegan samosas, matcha, a coconut and piña paleta. Taking photos at the beach. Saying goodbye to the Pacific.

Feeling truly happy and grateful during the taxi ride after leaving Mazunte. Millie (my Mexican part-time mum!) had made me a sandwich and somehow that meant a lot to me. Just being considered, someone thinking of me. She and her daughter Frida took me along and didn't even want me to pay anything. The kindness of strangers. How humbling. I took in the beautiful landscape, thought about how lucky I was to experience all that, tears in my eyes.

Making sense of my insights from the workshop during a long phone call with Do while waiting outside the airport for hours.

All the immersion experiences I had in Mexico. Reset, MicroEnormous, the 420 ceremony (sense deprivation but a sensory experience at the same time through smells, airflow, interesting noises, breathwork, singing... and all the beautiful roses).

Being open to new experiences. Practicing letting go.

Finding a tiny glitter star pendant under the seat in front of me on the plane. And another little plastic silver star on the floor while standing in line at the museum. Taking it as a sign from the universe.

Lisa O'Connor's A Radiant Life 11/11 class: Kundalini, mantras, feeling the love.

Listening to choir music during meditation. Missing my own choir so much.

Visualising hugging my best friends, my mum. Feeling the love so much I cried. Imagining that I'm already leading the life I imagine for myself. That I'm happy, healthy, loved, fulfilled, beautiful and at ease. Acknowledging what I already have (achieved). The power of thoughts is absolutely astonishing. I want to do visualization exercises more often.

Having the feeling that I'm actually able to support my friends. Being there for them from a distance. Giving advice, sharing my learnings and insights, seeing things resonate with them. Receiving gratitude and emotional support in return.

Casa Pancha! I loved the design and architecture and... my blanket! Crisp white sheets, crinkly, amazing fresh laundry smell.

Sketching in museums. Being surrounded by art.

Mora Mora vegan fast food - I had cauliflower in ginger marinara, the truffle burger and a blue smoothie.

Wearing my cinnamon red dress with purple lipstick.

A nice conversation with the Uber driver. Compliments for my Spanish.

Just smiling when facing difficulties.

Another Spoil yourself rotten Sunday. I went to a museum. Passed an artist's market. Bought a Björk bag from a feminist book store. Had tiramisu and cappuccino in a lovely Italian restaurant courtyard. Took an Uber to get a Thai massage with Xavier which felt very intimate and nice. Dinner was vegan ramen and orange "chicken".

Finally visiting Casa Azul. Seeing Frida's bedroom. Patti Smith's poem for her about Noguchi's butterflies. All her books and the items she collected. The garden. Right there and then I decided to become a very rich and famous painter. Bisexual, international lifestyle, with gorgeous clothes and jewellery. And a house like Casa Azul with enough space for all my lovers and friends to live with me.

My first Yoga Nidra session with Elena at Casa Pancha. And soft morning yoga with Amy. Yoga is always so helpful for my body but I'm usually too lazy to do it. Horrible. Why do I resist a practice that is so good for me?

The Ripndip flagship store. I need one of their sweaters asap.

Two monarch butterflies in Bosque Chapultepec.

Museo Tamayo, chilling in the cinema rooms. All the beautiful things in their gift shop.

Playing Lotería with Marisol and the mesera. Drinking chai latte and ponche. Chasing after Agata, the resident cat. Intercultural communication.

Vegan tacos. Tarot cards on the walls at the street food place. The piggy dog toy. Oink!

A domed roof at the modern art museum that looked like you were standing directly under the sun or a glowing yellow planet. Sketching a statue of two ladies in the garden.

Stumbling upon Wednesday on Netflix. Obviously I loved the "possessed" dance scene at the Rave'n, inspired by Siouxsie and the Banshees and 80s goth dance moves. Catherine Zeta-Jones as Morticia was a fantastic choice as well (even though I'll always be partial to Anjelica Huston, she's such an icon).

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[Image ID: A two-page, eight-panel comic titled Welcome to the Disabled Future, by Rachel Litchman. Narration is given in all caps encased in white rectangles, at the top of the panel unless otherwise specified.

Page one...

- First panel: The title of the comic and the name of the author is shown as a poster taped to a window, just above a pink ad for "ENERGIZE ALL DAY ENERGY PILL," which depicts a jogger in in a red shirt and blue pants. To the right of the window, a person approaches from down the sidewalk, wearing a grey jacket with a blue and green scarf. Swirls and squiggles surround their head. Bare trees indicate that it is likely winter.

(Narration, lower right corner: "As a person with a disability, I am aware of the way my body serves as a warning.)

- Second panel: The person, our narrator, comes closer into frame, revealing more detail. They wear their brown hair in pigtails, a pair of rectangular glasses, a standard blue face mask, and walk with their hands in their pockets. Arrows point to various places on her body, indicating symptoms: "foggy brain," "dizzy," "pain," "crushing fatigue," and "weak." The ad for "ENERGIZE" is still plainly visible.

(Narration: "My daily symptoms are the stuff that abled people imagine in nightmare versions of their futures.")

- Third panel: A close-up of a text conversation between the narrator and a friend. The narrator's first text is a heart emoji, tow which her friend responds "My heart is racing all the time. I've never been so fatigued before. I can't even stand to cook a meal." The narrator responds with "I have POTS too. I understand."

(Narration: "Since COVID, my previously abled friends have come down with some of the same disabling conditions I have, like Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS).")

- Fourth panel: The narrator, hair down, sits in her kitchen (oven is to the left), talking to someone who leans against the wall to the right, their arms crossed, facing away from the reader. This person wears a red and white striped t-shirt and a red flower in their short blonde hair. "Cardiology called," says the narrator. "They said it would be a six month wait for my routine ultrasound..."

(Narration: "The influx of newly disabled people from COVID has left me with delayed access to care."

Page two...

- Fifth panel: A news report covering a disastrous storm, with a "LIVE" notation in the upper left, a "BREAKING NEWS" notation below the shot, and a news ticker below that reading "Record-breaking storm winds destroy Madison Apartment Complex," all in red. "The roof got ripped off this apartment complex and landed on these cars," says the reporter (maybe the narrator?) from in front of the destruction. She holds a news mic, and wears a blue baseball hat, grey sweater, and her hair in pigtails.

(Narration: "In the future, climate change will only accelerate the rate of disability. Where does that leave already disabled people like me?")

- Sixth panel: A view from outside a hospital room looking in from the hallway. There is a single bed visible, containing a person hooked to an IV. The light falls on their meal table, and there is an empty chair in the right hand corner of the room. The window, which spans the whole room, looks out onto the city at night.

(Narration, centered in the small window above the door: "What does the neglect of disabled people mean for our collective futures?")

- Seventh panel: The front line of a protest, whose red banner reads "ME/CFS and Long COVID are disabling millions, this is an emergency." The protesters are all wearing masks and red shirts, some holding signs, others stating demands out loud. "The pandemic isn't over!" says one, while another says "FDA treatment now!"

(Narration: "The one thing I know for sure is that if disabled people continue to be seen as 'collateral damage' and 'acceptable losses,' the future will be sorely missing critical sources of wisdom.")

- Eighth panel: The narrator kneels to place flowers on a grave (Carrie Ann Lucas, 1971-2019). Other gravestones list Stacey Park Milbern (1987-2020), Erin Gilmer (1982-2021), Lois Curtis (1967-20XX, date is cut off by another gravestone), and and Engraoa Figueroa (No birthdate-2022 or 2023). The lawn of the graveyard is green, but the trees in the background appear to be on fire.

(Narration: "I remember and honor my disabled ancestors, but also, we don't need more ancestors. We need them here. Alive.")

/End ID.]

Rachel Litchman in our FUTURE issue.

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Vibrant Hues And Striking Patterns A Bold Transformation For Your Bathroom

In the world of interior design, the bathroom is often considered a sanctuary—a place to unwind, relax, and rejuvenate. While many homeowners opt for neutral and serene color palettes in their bathroom decor, others dare to make a statement with bold colors and eye-catching patterns. This blog explores the transformative power of vibrant hues and striking patterns in bathroom design, offering inspiration and practical tips for creating a space that exudes personality and flair without sacrificing functionality.

Embracing Vibrant Colors in Bathroom Design

Gone are the days when bathrooms were limited to shades of white and beige. Today, homeowners are embracing vibrant colors as a means of injecting personality and energy into their bathroom spaces. From bold blues and vibrant greens to rich reds and sunny yellows, the possibilities are endless when it comes to incorporating color into bathroom decor. Here are a few ways to make a splash with vibrant hues:

Consider creating an accent wall to bring depth and visual interest to your bathroom. Painting one wall in a bold, eye-catching color can serve as a focal point without overwhelming the space.

Instead of sticking to traditional white or neutral tones, explore colorful options for sinks, toilets, or tubs to infuse a playful touch into the room.

Towels, shower curtains, and bath mats are perfect opportunities to introduce vibrant hues that complement your existing color scheme and tie the room together.

Whether you opt for geometric patterns, floral motifs, or intricate mosaics, colorful tiles can add drama and personality to your bathroom floor or backsplash. Explore different options to find the perfect match for your style and preferences.

Eye-Catching Patterns

In addition to vibrant colors, patterns can also play a key role in creating visual interest and drama in the bathroom. From classic stripes and chevrons to modern geometric designs and whimsical florals, patterns can add depth and dimension to the space. Here are a few ways to incorporate patterns into your bathroom decor:

Consider enhancing the visual appeal of your bathroom with patterned wallpaper. Choose designs that resonate with your style and complement the overall ambiance of the space. A bold patterned wallpaper can make a striking statement on one or more walls.

Elevate the aesthetic of your bathroom with patterned tiles. Whether you prefer intricate Moroccan-inspired designs or contemporary subway tiles, incorporating patterned tiles on the floor or walls can infuse character and charm into the room.

Introduce texture and visual interest to the bathroom by incorporating patterned fabrics. From shower curtains to window treatments and upholstered seating, textured fabrics can add depth to the decor. Experiment with mixing and matching patterns for a playful and eclectic look.

Personalize your bathroom decor with artwork and decorative accents featuring bold patterns. Consider displaying framed prints, decorative plates, or textile wall hangings to inject color and personality into the space. Artwork and decor items with eye-catching patterns can serve as focal points and add vibrancy to your bathroom design.

Balancing Boldness and Functionality

While embracing bold colors and patterns can undoubtedly enhance the aesthetic appeal of your bathroom, it's essential to strike a balance between style and functionality. Here are a few practical tips to ensure that your bold bathroom design remains both beautiful and functional:

Select high-quality, durable materials that can withstand daily wear and tear. Look for moisture-resistant paints, stain-resistant fabrics, and surfaces that are easy to clean to ensure longevity in your bathroom decor.

Maintain a clean and uncluttered layout to allow the bold colors and patterns to shine. Avoid overloading the space with unnecessary furniture or decor items, and focus on creating a cohesive and streamlined design.

Strike a balance between boldness and neutrality by pairing vibrant colors and patterns with neutral elements. Consider incorporating white or beige walls, natural wood accents, or metallic finishes to provide contrast and visual balance.

Pay attention to lighting to enhance the impact of bold colors and patterns in your bathroom. Ensure adequate lighting fixtures to brighten up the space and showcase the vibrancy of colors while highlighting the intricate details of patterns. Strategic lighting can elevate the overall ambiance and aesthetics of your bathroom design.

Embracing bold colors and patterns in your bathroom decor is a surefire way to add personality, and flair, to the space. Create a bathroom that truly reflects your unique style and personality. With the right balance of color, pattern, and functionality, you can transform your bathroom into a stunning and inviting retreat that you'll love spending time in.

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How to Decorate a Small Traditional Living Room

Whether your living room is a formal sitting area or a cozy TV spot, it should feel inviting and welcoming. Use traditional decor ideas to make this happen, like symmetrical display of art and neutral shades.

Tips to Choose Soft Color

Wall color plays a huge role in the final look of a room. Consider using a gray that’s warm and inviting, such as Down Pipe or French Gray, as suggested by Ruth Mottershead.

Many traditional living rooms feature a large sitting area that comfortably seats multiple family members and friends. This helps create a warm and inviting space to relax and entertain. Moreover, this kind of room can also double as an office or media room.

While it's not uncommon to see a variety of colors in traditional living rooms, an all-neutral color scheme is a popular choice as well. A soft neutral like white, beige, or gray can help open up a tight space and provide a blank canvas for the introduction of personal identity through cloth and pictures.

Make a Cozy Small Living Room

Whether in chic wide stripes or rustic french ticking linens, striped fabrics can be a great choice for furniture upholstery and window treatments in a small traditional living room. They're versatile and come in a range of weaves, weights, and hues to match any decor scheme. Moreover, washable slipcovers keep upholstered furniture looking fresh and up to date.

In traditional rooms, comfort is key. That means cozy chairs and large sofas that can easily be repositioned for sitting, relaxing, watching TV or reading. Decorative accents and fabric details like florals or paisleys add softness to the room. A patterned area rug can add pattern and warmth without overwhelming the space.

Traditionally-inspired spaces often feature wood accents and symmetrical furniture arrangements, like the sky blue living room by Rinfret, Ltd. Despite being traditional, the tightly upholstered furniture and midcentury modern sputnik chandelier create a sense of freshness that makes this room feel current and timeless.

Smart Living Room Design

While many small living rooms are painted in light neutrals, a deep shade of green can add warmth and personality to the space. Choose a color that is not too muddy and pairs well with the rest of your home decor, like Joa's White or Stirabout by Farrow and Ball. Glass-fronted cabinets can hold antiques and family heirlooms in a subtle way that doesn't detract from the space.

One of the easiest ways to add a decorative touch to traditional living rooms is with printed curtains. The fabric brings a relaxed feel to the space and works well with patterned wallpaper. The curtains also create a proportionate balance with plain yet stylish furniture. Moreover, they are ideal for creating a balanced color scheme. If you are in love with a particular print but are worried about it overpowering the room, choose a coordinating trim like pom-poms or beads.

Another option is to go with a solid color and frame the windows. This looks great when the curtains are in a shade similar to the paint color of the walls. You can even make them look textured by opting for a velvet curtain with a pinch pleat. If you want to have a luxurious living room, you can visit the site property.thegardengranny.com.

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Elevate Your Home with Energy-Saving Curtains, Contemporary Designs, and Curtain Rings

Curtains are an essential part of any home decor. They not only provide privacy and light control but also add an aesthetic appeal to the room. From linen curtains to contemporary designs, there are various styles to choose from, and with the addition of curtain rings, you can elevate the look of your curtains even further. In this blog, we will discuss how energy-saving curtains, contemporary designs, and curtain rings can transform the look of your home.

Energy-Saving Curtains

One of the most significant advantages of energy-saving curtains is their ability to reduce the amount of heat lost through windows. These curtains are specially designed to trap heat inside during the colder months and keep your room cooler during the warmer months. They also provide insulation against outside noise, making your home more peaceful and comfortable.

Energy-saving curtains are available in a range of colors, patterns, and materials to suit your decor style. For a classic look, opt for curtains in neutral colors like white or beige. If you want to add a pop of color to your room, choose curtains in bold shades like red or blue. For a more rustic feel, go for curtains in natural materials like cotton or linen.

Contemporary Designs

Contemporary curtains are perfect for those who prefer a modern, minimalistic aesthetic. These curtains come in a variety of designs, including geometric patterns, stripes, and solids. They often have clean lines and a simple color palette, making them ideal for creating a streamlined look.

To create a contemporary look, consider curtains in shades of gray, black, or white. If you want to add a pop of color, choose curtains in bold, bright hues like orange or yellow. For a more subtle approach, go for curtains in shades of blue or green.

Linen Curtains

Linen curtains are perfect for creating a relaxed, laid-back vibe in your home. These curtains are made from a lightweight, breathable material that provides a natural look and feel. Linen curtains are perfect for those who love a beachy or bohemian vibe.

Linen curtains are available in a range of colors, including natural shades like beige, gray, and white. They also come in bolder shades like pink or green, making it easy to find a color that complements your decor style.

Blinds

While curtains are the go-to window treatment for many homeowners, blinds are also an excellent option. Blinds are versatile and come in a range of materials and styles. From wooden blinds to vertical blinds, there is an option for every home decor style.

Blinds are perfect for those who prefer a sleek, modern look. They are also an excellent choice for rooms where privacy and light control are essential, such as bedrooms or offices. If you’re looking for a window treatment that’s easy to clean and maintain, blinds are an excellent option.

Curtain Rings

Curtain rings are a simple yet effective way to add an extra touch of style to your curtains. These rings come in a range of materials, including metal, wood, and plastic. They are available in various sizes, making it easy to find the perfect fit for your curtains.

Curtain rings are perfect for those who want to create a more traditional look. They are also an excellent choice for those who want to add a bit of glamour to their curtains. Curtain rings can be used with any type of curtain, from energy-saving curtains to contemporary designs.

In conclusion, curtains are an essential part of any home decor. Whether you prefer energy-saving curtains, contemporary designs, linen curtains, or blinds, there is an option for every style and preference. By adding curtain rings, you can elevate the look of your curtains and create a more polished, finished look in your home When choosing the right curtains for your home, there are several factors to consider. First, consider the function of the curtains. Are you looking for curtains that provide privacy, light control, or insulation? Once you determine the function, you can then consider the style of the curtains.

Another important factor to consider is the size of the curtains. Curtains that are too long or too short can look awkward and out of place. To determine the right size, measure the length and width of your window and add a few inches to ensure that the curtains will hang properly.

Once you have chosen your curtains, it’s time to add the finishing touch with curtain rings. Curtain rings not only add a decorative element to your curtains but also make it easier to open and close them. When choosing curtain rings, consider the material and style. If you have a more traditional decor style, opt for metal rings with decorative elements. If you prefer a more modern look, consider wooden rings or rings with a simple design.

When it comes to hanging your curtains, there are a few tips to keep in mind. First, make sure that your curtain rod is level. A crooked curtain rod can make your curtains look uneven and messy. Next, make sure that the curtains are hung at the right height. Curtains should hang just above the floor or sill, depending on your preference.

Finally, consider adding tiebacks to your curtains. Tiebacks are a great way to keep your curtains open and let in natural light. They also add a decorative element to your curtains. When choosing tiebacks, consider the material and style. If you have a more traditional decor style, opt for tiebacks with tassels or decorative elements. If you prefer a more modern look, consider tiebacks with a simple design.

In conclusion, curtains are an essential part of any home decor. Whether you prefer energy-saving curtains, contemporary designs, linen curtains, or blinds, there is an option for every style and preference. By adding curtain rings and tiebacks, you can elevate the look of your curtains and create a more polished, finished look in your home. When choosing your curtains, consider the function, style, and size to ensure that they are the perfect fit for your home.

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Ways to live Room Inside Plans in Bangalore by Master Bedroom Interior Designers in Bangalore

1. Set the Mind-set with Variety

The tones you decide for your region will affect how visitors feel in the space. Tones can empower or loosen up the space, subject to how preposterous they are and the way that warm or cool they are.

A tranquil plan of delicate blue and white causes this wide parlor to feel serene, cool, and gathered - a liberal setting for rich get-togethers. A light tan floor covering under warms the space and keeps the cool tones in balance says Premier Abodes Master Bedroom Interior Designers in Bangalore.

2. Finish the Walls and Roofs

Normally, loosening walls look for more muddled or formal treatment than different rooms considering the way that the room is a public space. To make it a charming room that conveys your character, pick wallcoverings or medications that mirror your style.

The walls in this room are enhanced with a tasteful print. The impact passes warmth and surface on to the walls and outfits them with a look of long stretches from times gone past, says Premier Abodes Bedroom Interior Designers in Bangalore.

3. Add Character with Compositional Trimwork

Trimwork fills accommodating prerequisites, covering the kinks where floors and roofs meet walls and supporting the arrangement around openings. Regardless, these parts fill exquisite prerequisites moreover. The style of trim work helps give your home a particular look, whether regular, contemporary, old-world, or neighborhood.

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I made this draft yesterday and then just never came back on to actually post it. So here it is today. Thanks to all the people who tagged me. I’ll tag you all back for Sunday because I always like to see your words. @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @mostlymaudlin @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart @stardustasincocaine @johnwgrey @urban-sith @martsonmars

I have two fics I’ve been working on, my crack fest fic and ofc Slings and Eros. I’m moving along on Chapter 18 of SAE and hope to have it posted later this week. Maybe? Assuming I can manage to stay awake long enough after work to write.

I’ve already shared a bunch of my crack fest fic, but what’s a little more? This will be my last chance to tease it before posting anyway.

ICBHNB:

“Is this allowed?” The man goes on. He leans forward, looking over his right and then his left shoulder. He’s clearly trying not to laugh, but I don’t get the joke.

Maggie waves him off, pouring coffee from a brown-handled glass carafe into a heavy white ceramic mug with a navy blue stripe around the rim. “Everyone’s allowed a vice, and that’s a cheap one.”

Cheap? The treatment I’m forced to endure.

The man smiles broadly, white teeth bright against the gloomy backdrop of fogged up, rain-streaked windows. It was storming heavily most of the night, and now that a dishwater dawn has broken, it's still raining, just less oppressively. The diner must shine like a beacon to passersby—if anyone were mad enough to be out in this weather.

I suppose the man at the Counter must be mad enough. He's the only one who's come in.

And some from SAE, too.

I suppose I should count myself lucky one of them isn’t being hand fed grapes whilst lying in the other’s lap.

Clearly, I can no longer leave them unsupervised. Just what I always wanted, to play nursemaid to my best friend and his ill-advised, fugitive houseguest.

“If either one of you feels inclined to help me with all the work we’ve still left to do, I’m prepared to hear you out.”

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Prompt 37: Stuck in a snowstorm + Prompt 54: Winter power outage.

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Requested: Yes, by anon [Prompt 37 only]. Prompts here -> click.

Pairing: Rin Okumura/Reader; female reader is implied only in the nsfw part.

Word count: 1,5k+

SFW, but with N/SFW ending.

Warnings: none.

Beta-read by @/no-remorse! Thank you! <3

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The snow is a weather phenomenon that's rather liked by most people, including you.

The snow season was, in fact, your favorite one because mostly - you had your own, living heater wanting to warm you up anytime.

Today, however,  snow annoyed you more than ever.

Earlier - in the morning -  the snow was quite light - it was sifting, leaving a soft, white blanket on the ground; some of it adored Rin's red cheeks gently, before melting. The demon boy grinned and shushed you every time you mentioned it. As it progressed to the afternoon, the snow seemed to thicken and fall in a bigger amount than before, making it hard to see, as well as way more dangerous than earlier; if you slipped, you would certainly get a nasty bruise for the next few days.

Now, outside your window, happened a snowstorm.

And a bad one, at that.

Fortunately, both you and Rin managed to come back home before it got this bad. Currently, you kept switching between reading your favorite book and watching a random movie on television. Occasionally, you glance at the window and sigh, complaining in your mind that it doesn't seem to get better any time soon. Even though Rin reassured you earlier that it will definitely get better in a few hours, but he didn't sound very confident; you believed him nonetheless, hoping his words are true.

Flinching slightly as the lights in the room flickered, you decided to get yourself a candle on the small table near the bed. Placing a glittery red, tall candle on the table, you smirk to yourself and jump on the mattress, snuggling into your big, warm sweater. Suddenly, you hear Rin coming into the room, placing arms onto the windowsill and looking out the window.

"That... doesn't look very good," he admits, feeling the cold air from the open window hit his face, "I guess I kinda lied earlier, huh?" he asks laughing nervously, rubbing his neck awkwardly and turning around. "Well, it doesn't look very promising," you answered, your eyes glued to the book in your lap, "I hope the snow won't burst through the window..." you turn the page, widening your eyes as the lights flicker once again.

"Oh come on, it's just snowing a lot! What's the worst that could happen?" Rin comments, shrugging his shoulders.

Once his question died within the walls, the lights went out.

You screamed, throwing your book on the floor in fear, Rin's screech followed yours shortly after.

"Hey, hey, d-don't worry! The power just went out!" He tries to calm you down, moving wobbly through the room; you stand up, trying to find him, and in the process - both of you slam into each other and yell again. "I-It's me, babe! Geez, you almost gave me a heart attack!" he envelops his arms around you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck; you hug him in return, rubbing his back in comfort. "Yeah... but I can't see anything, Rin," you close your eyes and lean your forehead against his shoulder, "And I forgot to grab a lighter..." you mutter to yourself, sighing. Rin hums, an idea finding its way into his mind.

The candle on the table flashes with bright, cerulean fire, illuminating the room decently; you watch in awe, noticing Rin's improvement in handling his flames. He then drags you onto the bed, sitting you between his legs and letting you lean against his chest; he smirks behind you, his arms embracing you once again, "Hmm, are you surprised your beloved boyfriend got better at something?" he teases, "Hell yeah I did! I feel way more confident than I used to be!" he exclaims proudly, opening his palm, "Wanna see? I can make it into different shapes now."

"Yeah," you answer calmly, "Can you make a bear?" you place your hand on his, watching his other one ignite a tiny flame. "Going easy on me, huh? Alright, watch this!" Blue flames engulf his hand, emitting warmth you can feel on your face; it's not burning, instead, it's very gentle, almost like the steam you get after making a mug full of hot chocolate.

"Rin, that looks like an elephant..."

"WHAT?! No, it doesn't! It's a bear!"

"Alright. It's a monkey."

"Wh-What?!"

Rin whines, but doesn't give up; he inhales and exhales softly, focusing on his hand.

"Oh my god... is that Rilakkuma?! I love him!" you babble excitedly, feeding his ego as he smiles, a pink blush creeping on his pale cheeks. "Yeah... Do you like it?" he asks unsurely, anticipating your answer. You turn your head and kiss his lips gently, "I do... I really do." You smile at him and notice his widened eyes since you caught him off guard; he avoids looking into your eyes, moving his eyes to look at the wall and starting to ramble.

"Ahaha, I-I'm glad... I'm controlling satan's flames even better! I wonder what's gonna happen in the future?! Like, what other cool things will I be able to do?!" You stay silent as he keeps saying his thoughts out loud, eventually looking back at you and getting worried.

"Babe? Everything g-"

"They aren't his flames."

"What?" he blinks, staring at you confused.

"I said," you sigh, "The flames... aren't Satan's... They're yours. Everyone keeps saying 'satan flames this, satan flames that', but it's yours, Rin... and I don't care what other people think. He can't control them, he can't get into your heart," you look at the baby blue bear made out of the flames, "So they aren't his; I want you to think that way too. I can't explain it, I mean-"

The flames disappear, as his hand goes to wrap it around your stomach; Rin squeezes you tightly against his chest, hiding his face in your neck. He remains speechless; the only sound you're able to hear is the cold, harsh wind outside. You decide to give him a while to process his thoughts, leaning your head against his, listening to his calm breath.

You look at the dancing blue fire on the candle; listening to silence, you immerse yourself in your own thoughts. Do you even understand him? Were your words enough for him? Or the opposite - he stays silent because he doesn't know what to say and you just made yourself look like a fool? The sight outside the window added to your slowly appearing melancholy; Do you even comprehend how it's like to have such a power?

The branches of a nearby tree knock on the window glass, as the snowstorm seemed to be at its peak. You close your eyes, breathing in and out; your thoughts continued to ask more and more questions, leaving you in a doubt.

Do you even understand a single piece of your boyfriend?

Anything?

Unexpectedly, Rin's hand shook your thoughts off, rubbing your thigh firmly; he dragged his lips up and down on your neck teasingly and kissing the sweet spot of yours that his lips can't ever get tired of. His other hand goes to brush against your clothed breasts; as much as he would want to rip your bra off he couldn't; he promised not to do that again. Half-demon lifts your bra ever so slightly, just so he's able to slide his palm in; he grasps your breast and kneads it tenderly, and at the same time, his slightly pointed tongue licks a big stripe on your neck. You let out a single, quiet moan as he pinches your erected nipple; his other hand went in your pants and pulls your panties up only for the material to brush against your sensitive clit.

"Rin," you moan, "what are you-"

Before finishing your sentence, he lies you on the bed harshly, pulling your shirt up along with the bra and attacking your breasts with hungry kisses; he grazes your nipple with his massive teeth, only to suck on it noisily, then lick it with the tip of his tongue. His hand pinches the other one, which is about to get the same treatment in a moment; Rin's free hand wanders to your sex, where he teases your slit through your panties; he smirks as he feels the material being soaked.

Suddenly, he places his hands on both sides of your head and hovers over you; he pants, as well as his cheeks, adore shades of crimson. There's a visible bulge in his pants, yet, he decides to ignore it and look in your eyes.

"I... I want to show you," he pauses, "I want to show you how much I love you. Can I? Can I do it this time physically?" he asks, feeling his heart beat violently in his chest.

"Yes, Rin. Please," you stroke his cheek, "I trust you."

With no more words shared, he kisses your palm tenderly and retreats to sit on his knees. He lifts your legs together, removing your panties and throwing them on the floor.

He lies down on his stomach and gets his face close to your pussy, where you could feel his hot breath.

Small, teal bits of fire appear around his body, as he looks at you once again, this time, however - his eyes sparkle with lust.

"I love you."