cabinets of wonder

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Wip - Bait/Tackle Shop

I did manage to fix the foundation (did what @baufive suggested and saved the color preset. Had to click ALL of the pylons till one took) but it doesn’t stick. The next time I save and reload the game it’s right back to the original. I’ll just live with it for now. 

In the meantime, don’t y’all want some dead fish carcasses from my refrigerator? lol Had to work with what I have for fishing cc (side eyeing you Sandy @aroundthesims. Just kidding) If I add anymore to the lot it will be too much. It’s set for provisions to be sold  when the time comes. 

the little things in life - part 1

summary: One of Roman’s adventures takes an interesting turn, resulting in Logan coming back looking much different than before.

characters: logan, patton, virgil, roman

pairings: none

warnings: age regression; some intrusive thoughts; thoughts of injury (very brief); thoughts of choking on food (very brief); mention of death (very brief)

word count: 1,968

a/n: a cute piece inspired by @mewsicalmiss‘s adorable hcs and @pirate-patton‘s own fic based off of them. this got a little long so I decided to break it up into a few chapters. hope you guys enjoy!

tag list: @tinysidestrashcaptain @logan-logic @holdnarrytight @the-sanders-snides @darude-sanderstorm @mewsicalmiss @thegoldenmink @cefmua56 @madd-catter @amazable01@camillenicole @dudlebuggs @evilmuffin


“He’s so small! Ah, I just wanna scoop him right up!”

“I hate to admit it, but he’s just downright adorable! And he hardly talks as much as he used to. I shall chalk this up as an improvement!”

Virgil opened his mouth to protest; he closed it in favor of screwing his face into an expression that was near impossible to describe, but perfectly conveyed his character.

“What?” he finally burst out. “No! We can’t keep him like this. Do you think Thomas is gonna have any idea how to do anything?”

Roman groaned, shoulders sliding into a dejected position. “Fine. I suppose you do have a point. The only thing is…how do we fix…this?”

He gestured to their current problem, which sat on the couch.

This problem happened to be a very displeased Logan, who was now reduced to the state of about a two-year-old, courtesy of a glittering crystal lake he had fallen into after being dragged along on one of Roman’s adventures.

He was small, he was clumsy, he was—

Well, to be quite honest, he was the most adorable thing any of them had ever seen.

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Signs at a dinner party
  • Aries: Arrived an hour early, brought four bottles of wine, and was cooking half the meal before you realized it
  • Taurus: Found on the couch eating apps and showing someone they just met pictures of their pets
  • Gemini: Has talked to everyone within 15 minutes of their arrival, knows more about everyone than the host by the end of the night
  • Cancer: The quietest one at dinner, but compliments the host's home, the food, etc, every time they see them
  • Leo: Sits in the center of the table and is overdressed for the occasion but doesn't care
  • Virgo: Trying to not get too drunk but also get drunk enough to continue to socialize until it's acceptable to leave
  • Libra: Is the last one to leave because they fell asleep in the guest room after dessert
  • Scorpio: Looks through the host's medicine cabinet, wondering what they could take that wouldn't mix poorly with wine so they can continue to endure the party
  • Sagittarius: Arrived drunk barely in time for dessert, brought four friends and hired a stripper
  • Capricorn: Wine drunk on Aries' wine, forgetting to eat yet telling everyone how delicious the food is
  • Aquarius: Takes photos with everyone, is on their phone under the table yet listening to everything everyone says
  • Pisces: Trying not to cry every time they look around and are overwhelmed by everyone having a great time, gets up from the table any time anyone needs anything
AU: Uni Shawn - athlete/trainer

Requested: An imagine based on these bullet points with Shawn as a hockey player and y/n as a trainer.

Your name: submit What is this?

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You grab the foam roller before re-entering the training room. Handing Steve the roller, you look around the room as a few more players are filing in, needing different things before they start to suit up and warm up for the game tonight. “You can go over there,” You tell him, pointing to the side of the room where he’ll be out of the way, so he can roll out his tight muscles.

He takes the foam roller from you, and says, “Thanks, y/n,” Before turning and heading over to the spot you told him to.

Now that he’s taken care of, you turn your attention to James who you noticed just walked in. “How’s your ankle?” You ask him, while motioning for him to take a seat on the table.

“Still sore,” He responds truthfully, while sitting down and lifting his foot up a bit so you can take a look. It still looks bruised.

“Have you been icing it?” You ask, and he nods. After moving it a bit, and taking into account his pain levels, you say, “It isn’t ideal, but I can wrap it, and you’ll be able to play tonight.”

“Thanks, y/n, you’re the best.” He tells you.

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” You tell him then you walk to the cabinet to grab the pre-wrap and tape. While you’re digging through the cabinet, wondering what happened to all the pre-wrap, you feel someone come up behind you. A hand lands on your shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the back of your head before continuing on his way. When you turn around, Shawn is already halfway across the room, greeting Steve with a handshake. You just smile and shake your head at the fact that even after all this time, he still manages to make your heart speed up when he enters the room. Returning your attention to the cabinet, you finally locate the pre-wrap, and go back to James to wrap his ankle.

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a belated list of all the things i learned about @wanderingcas while visiting her

-h2hoe
-has a lot of tea
-has the cutest road rage
-calls cat an “asshole” in the most affectionate voice. its super cute??
-is not a vegan
-like seriously it’s a lot of tea
-tol
-super blue eyes like wtf sam get outta here
-literally half a cabinet of tea you don’t understand
-loves puzzles
-married a huge nerd
-wine mom
-amazing cook
-shouts “Cas!” when she sees anything related to bees (same tho)
-okay listen she asked if i wanted tea and when i asked what kinds she had she just kept pulling box after box out like it just wouldn’t end it was like the grandma’s bag in Halloween Town I actually had to get up to come look because she had like thirty boxes of tea on the counter and was stilling pulling more out and I was like “is your cabinet a black hole??? where is all of this coming from??” im stlll confused
-super nice and so cool and beautiful and the greatest human being i’ve ever met 10000000/10 do recommend 

Bowie’s Top 100

The legend, David Bowie, passed away at the age of 69 after an eighteen-month battle with cancer. He will be greatly missed. To celebrate his life, listed below are his top 100 books. 

-Interviews with Francis Bacon by David Sylvester

-Billy Liar by Keith Waterhouse

-Room At The Top by John Braine

-On Having No Head by Douglas Harding

-Kafka Was The Rage by Anatole Broyard

-A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

-City of Night by John Rechy

-The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

-Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

-Iliad by Homer

-As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

-Tadanori Yokoo by Tadanori Yokoo

-Berlin Alexanderplatz by Alfred Döblin

-Inside The Whale And Other Essays by George Orwell

-Mr. Norris Changes Trains by Christopher Isherwood

-Halls Dictionary of Subjects And Symbols In Art by James A. Hall

-David Bomberg by Richard Cork

-Blast by Wyndham Lewis

-Passing by Nella Larson

-Beyond The Brillo Box by Arthur C. Danto

-The Origin of Consciousness In The Breakdown Of The Bicameral Mind by Julian Jaynes

-In Bluebird’s Castle by George Steiner

-Hawksmoor by Peter Ackroyd

-The Divided Self by R.D. Laing

-The Stranger by Albert Camus

-Infants Of The Spring by Wallace Thurman

-The Quest For Christa T by Christa Wolf

-The Songlines by Bruce Chatwin

-Nights At The Circus by Angela Carter

-The Master And Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

-The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark

-Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

-Herzog by Saul Bellow

-Puckoon by Spike Milligan

-Black Boy by Richard Wright

-The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald

-The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea by Yukio Mishima

-Darkness At Noon by Arthur Koestler

-The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot

-McTeague by Frank Norris

-Money by Martin Amis

-The Outsider by Colin Wilson

-Strange People by Frank Edwards

-English Journey by J.B. Priestley

-A Confederacy Of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

-The Day Of The Locust by Nathanael West

-1984 by George Orwell

-The Life And Times Of Little Richard by Charles White

-Aopbopaloobop Alopbamboom: The Golden Age of Rock by Nik Cohn

-Mystery Train by Greil Marcus

-Beano (comics, 1950s)

-Raw (comics, 1980s)

-White Noise by Don DeLillo

-Sweat Soul Music: Rhythm and Blues and the Southern Dream of Freedom by Peter Guralnick

-Silence: Lectures and Writing by John Cage

-Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews edited by Malcolm Cowley

-The Sound of the City: The Rise of Rock and Roll by Charlie Gillete

-Octobriana and the Russian Underground by Peter Sadecky

-The Street by Ann Petry

-Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon

-Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby, Jr.

-A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn

-The Age of American Unreason by Susan Jacoby

-Metropolitan Life by Fran Lebowitz

-The Coast of Utopia by Tom Stoppard

-The Bridge by Hart Crane

-All The Emperor’s Horses by David Kidd

-Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

-Earthly Powers by Anthony Burgess

-The 42nd Parallel by John Dos Passos

-Tales of Beatnik Glory by Ed Saunders

-The Bird Artist by Howard Norman

-Nowhere To Run: The Story of Soul Music by Gerri Hirshey

-Before the Deluge by Otto Friedrich

-Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence From Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson by Camille Paglia

-The American Way of Death by Jessica Mitford

-In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-Lady Chatterly’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence

-Teenage by Jon Savage

-Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh

-The Hidden Persuaders by Vance Packard

-The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

-Viz (comics, early 1980s)

-Private Eye (satirical magazine, 1960s-1980s)

-Selected Poems by Frank O’Hara

-The Trial of Henry Kissinger by Christopher Hitchens

-Flaubert’s Parrot by Julian Barnes

-Maldodor by Comte de Lautréamont

-On The Road by Jack Kerouac

-Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonders by Lawrence Weschler

-Zanoni by Edward Bulwer-Lytton

-Transcendental Magic, Its Doctrine and Ritual by Eliphas Lévi

-The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels

-The Leopard by Giusseppe Di Lampedusa

-Inferno by Dante Alighieri

-A Grave For A Dolphin by Alberto Denti di Pirajno

-The Insult by Rupert Thomson

-In Between The Sheets by Ian McEwan

-A People’s Tragedy by Orlando Figes

-Journey Into The Whirlwind by Eugenia Ginzburg


“The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.” -David Bowie

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Watching Doctor Who last night, I thought Bill’s kitchen looked rather familiar… and then I realised it’s a set I designed in 2012 for the Welsh soap Pobol-y-Cwm!

And I only noticed because I saw some cabinets and wondered to myself “Who would put cabinets like… Oh my god, I would put cabinets like…!”

anonymous asked:

can u write a fic about Justin treating Alex's wounds after his fight monty? tHANK U SO MUCH also, can u do a smut justlex? can be head cannons it's just that we don't get much smut in the jalex fandom 😂❤️

I love this idea, Justin taking care of Alex gives me feelsss. Hope you like this :)

Alex went home after the meeting with the student council. He couldn’t stand being there, couldn’t stand what they had done, what they kept doing. He needed to get out, and he knew none of his family would be home anyway; he didn’t have to stay at school longer just to avoid their reactions. If they would even have any. If they cared.

He dragged a hand over his face and winced. He hadn’t seen himself in the aftermath, but he was sure it wasn’t pretty. He had gone to the boys’ restrooms in the school and wiped off the blood, but he gingerly touched the small cuts again now and sighed. They were bleeding again.

His left eye was also still swollen shut.

There was a knock at his door. He frowned, wondering who the hell was here and why they had bothered. He’d so hoped to be left alone.

He made his way through the hall reluctantly, pulling the door open with his mouth already prepared to tell them to go away. The words were coming up his throat when he registered just who was standing there, and they got caught behind his lips.

“Justin?”

The jock stared at him, and Alex shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He was suddenly hyper aware of how bad he must have actually looked, and Justin’s scrutinizing gaze was only making it worse. 

“Hey,” he said, softly, and Alex wondered if he was hallucinating. There was no way that Foley was speaking to him like that, no way he was here in the first place, never mind looking at him like he was now; soft and sad and angry all at the same time. It wasn’t a Justin expression at all, not directed at Alex, at least.

Alex stared at him for a moment before asking, very curiously, “What are you doing here? Don’t you have class right now?”

“Don’t you?” Justin retorted, brow raised and lips crooked in a half smirk before he was frowning again. His eyes trailed back over the blonde boy’s wounds, and Alex thought briefly that there was a trace of pain in them. “Can I come in?”

Alex rose both eyebrows at him but stepped back hesitantly, holding the door open for him. Justin stepped inside and waited for Alex to close the door before following the younger boy to his kitchen.

It was here Justin finally seemed to decide to voice his thoughts. “What the hell was that today?” 

Alex wrinkled his nose at him. “Did you seriously come here to give me a lecture? If you did, you can leave. I’m so done with all your threats and bullshit. It didn’t have anything to do with Hannah or the tapes so I don’t see what the fuck your problem is anyway. It’s not like I did any damage to your friend, either.”

“Yeah well it’s not fucking Monty I’m worried about,” Justin replied harshly.

 Alex stared at him.

The brunette sighed, walking around the counter towards him. He stood in front of him, and Alex marveled at the realisation they’re almost the same height, that Justin’s barely an inch taller. He stood very still as the senior raised a hand to his face, and lightly brushed his fingertips under his bruised eye.

He flinched slightly and Justin let his hand drop. He realised then that he’s still bleeding slightly, the warm substance oozing slightly from the cut on his nose, his busted lip. He grimaced, feeling embarrassed suddenly. No wonder Justin kept staring at him like that. 

“Do you have a first aid kit?” Justin spoke again, causing Alex to look up at him incredulously. But he nodded, telling him it was in the bathroom cabinet under the sink, and wondering just how he had ended up in this situation. 

Justin nodded. “Sit,” he instructed him, pointing to the stool under the counter before leaving in search of Alex’s bathroom.

Alex sat, turning slightly when Justin came back, first aid box in hand. He came to stand in front of the blonde again silently, opening the box and setting it on the counter. He gently began to clean Alex’s wounds as ever muscle in the boy’s body sat tense. 

Justin resolutely avoided his eyes as Alex stared up at him, wishing one of his eyes wasn’t swollen shut right now and that he could take in the boy before him in all the strangeness of this moment. 

The jock’s brow furrowed as he finished cleaning the cut on Alex’s nose. “Don’t you have an icepack or something?” Alex shook his head as Justin’s hand moved to the cut on his lip.

He watched with rapt attention as the cloth brushed over his mouth, eyes trained on Justin’s profile. He took in the concentrated crease of his brow, his focused eyes; his soft lips, parted slightly with the tip of his tongue poking out at the corner.

Alex looked away just in time to see Justin’s eyes flick up to his own. “Are you gonna tell me what that was about now?” The bruised boy averted his gaze and Justin sighed. “Why the hell would you provoke Monty?”

“Like he needs much provoking.”

Justin dropped his hand at the boy’s mumble, giving him a look. He reached up again and touched his bruised cheek gently, waiting until he looked back up at him. “Alex.”

“Why do you even care?” Alex muttered grumpily. 

The brunette’s head dipped and he smiled slightly, looking back up at Alex through his lashes. “I asked first.” Alex scoffed at this and he laughed slightly, resuming his task of cleaning the blonde’s cuts.

He answered quietly, voice soft as he spoke. “There should be consequences.”

Justin paused, looking up at him and lifting the first aid box off the table, replacing its contents and closing the lid. “Thought you said it had nothing to do with Hannah and the tapes,” he said carefully.

“Who said it did?” Alex retorted. “I was the one that started the fight, it was my fault, yet Monty’s the one with the suspension? How the hell is that fair? Just cause I was the pathetic one who lost? It was my fault.”

His voice cracked slightly and Justin frowned. He had put a plaster over the boy’s nose but there wasn’t a lot he could do for his eye or lip, and whatever other injuries had been inflicted on him that he couldn’t see because of the clothes.

“You’re not pathetic, Standall,” he denied softly, setting the first aid box back on the counter to rest his hands on the smaller boy’s shoulders. “You don’t deserve, this. If either of us do, it’s me, and we both know it.”

Alex’s brows rose again. “Can’t argue with you there,” he stated under his breath.

Justin made an insulted noise but smiled slightly, giving his shoulder’s a squeeze. “This isn’t going to fix anything. No more fights,” he pleaded.

Blue eyes took him in carefully before Alex nodded, smiling sadly back. “No more fights.”

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You can find smut in my previous ask here.

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Lin-Manuel Miranda speaks to York Prep 2015

Lin talks a lot about his time at school, sings from his original high school musicals, gives a career overview and some great advice.

Oh and he does both sides of Cabinet Battle #1.

(If you’re wondering why this school, Lin’s godson Miguel goes here, and he introduces Lin.)

missfluffqueen  asked:

Do you have any random Black headcanons?

Yes!!

All Sanses are totally secret keepers.  Blue is probably the least secretive of the bunch, the swaps being the ones who have the healthiest communication, but even he has a tendency to hide unpleasant truths.  Black is more secretive than Blue, but not as much as Sans and Red.  But Black is unique in that, as secretive as he tends to be, he’s not really a good liar.  The minute you call him out he gets all squawk-y and indignant, because how dare you accuse him of lying when he is, in fact, lying!!!  So unless he’s lying about it even to himself (which he does very often) his secretive nature only ever really pans out if you don’t question him too deeply.  Or if it’s important enough for him to cut your line of questioning off cold.

They’re also all snoops.  Sans and Red are probably the least snoopy, partly because they aren’t willing to ask you things straight out.  No, they’re more likely to be huge assholes and just find out behind your back.  If you leave them alone in a room with a piece of paper lying upside down you better know that while you’re gone they’re turning it over and reading it.  In a room with a filing cabinet in it?  Oooh wonder what’s in here.  It’s a bad habit they probably aren’t ever breaking.  Their sense of privacy is just awful.  Luckily their secretive natures keep them from divulging whatever sensitive and private information they find.  Blue is more likely to just ask very personal questions straight out, preferring to be direct and honest.  That’s the best policy, right?  And Black is a mix of the two, in that he asks you personal questions, and if you don’t answer he just rolls up his sleeves and finds out himself.  And he is the snoopiest.  And he’s so blatant about it!  You come into your room, where you left him for a minute to answer the door, and he’s elbow deep in one of your drawers.  “HELLO, DATEMATE!!  YOUR ORGANIZATIONAL SKILLS ARE LACKING!!!” 

He loves luxurious things: jewelry, designer clothing, perfume/cologne, wine, fine chocolates and candies (restricted just a bit by Puppy’s subtle machinations, he gets sugar rushes), bath bombs, anything else that catches his fancy really.  The Tale and Swap gang kept their house fairly modest, while Edge didn’t really get just how much money he had at first, and didn’t upgrade his living accommodations for a while.  But as soon as Black hears what the exchange rate is from gold to human money his eyelights dilate and he gets that smile.  This is usually Puppy’s cue to either run for the hills, or sit back with a lazy grin to watch the madness unfold.  This time… he suspects that in 48 hours both of them will be in prison and they will have $4.99 left in total.  Which is Really bad for the diplomatic situation of monster kind right now.  Miraculously 80% of their newfound fortune remains and they are not in prison at any point during their integration with human society, which says a lot for how much Black matured during the Pacifist route.  But he is decently set up with basically a mansion.  And a boat.  And thereafter he acts like such a rich bastard.

Gregorian chants can be faintly heard from his room at all times.  Yes, I’m serious.  It’s sort of like how flames lick through the crevice of Sans’ door, there is no explanation here, and you just don’t ask.  As soon as you step inside it’s silent.  Where did they go?  Anybody who is down the hall can still very faintly hear the chant.  Don’t ask.  Do not. 

He checks on people a lot.  He plays it off as if he’s just being bossy, making sure they aren’t slacking or getting up to something they shouldn’t, but he is just making sure you’re ok.  He does it to Puppy too, poking his head in at regular intervals.  Puppy can’t count how many times he has woken up under a blanket he definitely didn’t wrap around himself.  You get the same treatment once you work your way into his heart.

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These photos of my kitchen were taken a few years ago but not much has changed. There used to be some really obtrusive cabinets that I ripped out and I also took the doors off the other cabinets. It is so wonderful to have open cabinets! You can see everything! My kitchen is only 100 square feet so I had to maximize the space. The punched tin star thing on the wall is a spice cabinet. I have that, a rack below that and a whole drawer filled with spices.

Here’s a link to some of my kitchen altar images.

Family

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Pregnancy.

Word count: 1732

Prompt: What if Dean wishes to start a family? 

Beta: @whispersandwhiskerburn She is frigin’ awesome! A hugeee thanks to her for betaing this shit. :P

A/N: This is for @curliesallovertheplace‘s 1000 followers’ “ Curlies Celebration Challenge” I hope you guys like it. I tried my best! :) Feedback is appreciated! :) 

You had not been feeling well for several days; you had thrown up several times in the last week, but you were sure it was just some kind of food poisoning.

However, today, the realization hit you that you were late for your period, something that had never happened to you before.

This couldn’t be what you were thinking. To be fair, you weren’t really regular with protection, but you were on your pills, so you couldn’t be…pregnant.

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   Cabinets of Curiosities, 1666, oil on canvas by Georg Hainz, German, 1639-1688. Hainz was the founder of still life painting in Hamburg and his style was in the Dutch tradition of the 17th century. Kunsthalle, Hamburg, Germany. 

   At the time, it was fashionable to collect natural and artificial items and display them on shelves called “art cabinets.” This one is a type of vanitas still life. These were also known as Wunderkammer or Cabinets of Wonder with their artifacts of natural history, geology, archaeology, history and religion.

People I Kinda Know I

Monoprint/Monotype

The first in an open-ended series of prints based on a late night rumination about a dream I had. The dream was populated by people I didn’t recognize but seemed familiar. I was reminded that the human mind stores everything we see - every leaf on a tree, every face we see. We may never consciously access these memories again, but they are there, tucked away in our mental file cabinet. I wonder if the people populating my dreams are a mashup of the various features of all the people I’ve encountered in my life? I decided to interpret my vague visual impressions of these dream people.

“While you’re at it, get me a strawberries & crème frappuccino with a drizzle of chocolate on top please!”

“…Do I look like I have the menu of Starbucks memorized?”

And yet he still reaches around the cabinet, wondering if there’s any of that strawberry milkshake left over from Lena’s stash in the fridge.

I love the head cannon where soldier’s the dad of Overwatch and especially sweet on Hana. Military dad and daughter bond is so adorable.

I must get around to drawing D.Va in her new Hanbok skin soon.

I made a moodboard for my lastest fanfiction called The Cabinet of Wonders.

 It’s the first time I make a moodboard. I hope it invoques the athmosphere of the story well. 

Here’s a short summary of the story:

Rey is an art expert contracted to catalogue and assess the collection of a client who leaves in an isolated house in the woods. The strange behaviour of the man and the increasingly odd occurences cause her to question her own sense of reality. 

 This is a (Reylo) romance, but most of all, it is a mystery. I tried to put clues all over the chapters so the readers could speculate on the meaning of it. 

If you are interested, you can read it on AO3