She wants to tell herself that it is just natural curiosity. And while she’s well versed in lying to herself, this one seems hard to swallow, and she chases it with another sip of wine. The alcohol does its job and the warmth she feels from it begins to wind its way through her body, pushing aside hard-earned hours of piety.
The woman looks like Rhaenyra.
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I don’t know what possessed me to try my hand at writing for Rhaenicent but here I am. Pouring all my obsession over these two into a smutty one shot. I haven’t written in actual years and to then go and write for a fandom like this and for a pairing like this?
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Ive already made this post 3 times but the cutest thing ever is adding mutuals on instagram and seeing how normal everyone is
Mutuals on tumblr: i NEED to be bisected by an anarchist punk lesbian werewolf TONIGHT or i will kill myself
Same mutuals on instagram: Wow, it was a crazy weekend hiking with my friends 🌄 and then celebrating my little brother’s 11th birthday! 7th grade will be wonderful for you little man 🤘
And we’ve reached the last of the initial sketches I did for this particular series - of course there’ll be more fencing but I think for we’ll fade to black on this one :)
Honestly, the way that Emma and Olivia interact with each other’s content on IG makes me want to aggressively yodel while folding in on myself like the house at the end of Poltergeist.
Justin posted the 1956 house he and his wife bought in Jasper, Indiana. It is a complete time capsule. Absolutely NOTHING has been updated or touched.
Everything is still here- look at the appliances. All original. This is not like the classy expensive updated mid century homes we’ve seen before.
The furniture has to be the original pieces and sets the previous owners bought.
The wall hangings are aged.
This is an interesting piece, this bar.
Look at the bathroom- pink fixtures.
Those lamps!
The master bath has a yellow tub and fixtures.
A 2nd bdm. Even the bedding is vintage.
And, this bath has blue Fixtures. Wow, I would definitely keep them.
More cool lamps and original furniture in the knotty pine family room.
Wow, look at the built-ins in the office.
The lower floor.
The basement is cool- look at that floor! And, the TV. The bar is classic. I wonder if they were leaving any of this.
Off the rec room is a 2nd kitchen. A pink fridge!
And, there’s this room, too. Look at the stone wall.
for the love of old houses
I’m reblogging this just because it’s great reference. Who knows if i ever get the chance to draw a fifties living room?
@teatotally – please join me in whimpering with a strong need to go to there.
Wow, honestly this is the first time I’ve seen a pristine 50s house that made me go “Oh THAT’S why they made those choices”??? Like, you usually only see old houses looking VERY worn-down and kinda sad, but this looks like we time-traveled into the past when it was new and tidy, and suddenly some of those choices that feel odd today make SENSE, because while they were new and loved, the now-odd furniture and appliance colors and whatnot look NICE. It’s still an “outdated” style but it doesn’t look “old.” Very neat glimpse at history!
Barnes and Nobles is gonna start serving food and alcohol.
Everybody’s cracking jokes about how it’s a desperate attempt to stay relevant in the age of Amazon.
But you know what? Props to them. This is exactly what Blockbuster didn’t do. At no point was Blockbuster like “Hey, movie rentals aren’t the lucrative enterprise they once were. Perhaps it’s time we become known for our cheesy garlic bread.”
Okay but…if someone wants to take me on a date to a Barnes and noble and get me dinner and a drink and then let me peruse the stacks like I’m not saying no. A sandwich, a beer, and 2-5 books on various topics I hope I’ll someday read about? Good night.
The Swedish equivalent of Blockbuster is now best known for its candy, snacks and sodas.
This is El Ateneo Grand Splendid, an old theatre turned bookstore in Buenos Aires:
The stage itself was turned into a cafe:
You can’t even begin to comprehend the massive amounts of money this place makes, despite the fact that they turned the theatre boxes into reading nooks like this:
I’ve literally spent days holed up in there reading books for free while also consuming massive amounts of coffee and pastries.
this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that’s no longer “gentle scented candle” and is now “oh shit the house caught on fire”. it needs a creator that’s biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.
good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs “what kind of seams are invented on this planet” energy and “im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this” energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.
sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i’m like - well, i don’t go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.
so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you’ve ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can’t force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.
one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.
