desk pieces


As promised, here are pics of the desk and the shelf. 

As you guys can see in the before, this desk was a disaster. I ripped off the roll top and split the shelf piece from that. The rest is pretty much self explanatory.

I love this desk to pieces already and I feel like I should caption this whole thing like a click bait article, something along the lines of:

This desk went from old to new, but wait til you see what’s hidden inside! 


[I rarely ask this but please do not remove the caption. This is my project and it was a massive undertaking to run this in tandem with the dresser.]

okay but imagine luke taking a baby clary to work with him because she liked sitting in the cop car, imagine her giggling as they walk into the station, luke carrying her on his shoulders. think about how alaric would come up to her and she’d stretch her arms out to him for a hug. think about how her smile would light up the entire room when alaric gave her a strawberry lollypop, her favourite. imagine clary sitting on top of luke’s desk, a piece of paper in her lap which she’s frantically scribbling on, her tongue poking out in concentration. imagine luke taking one of the frames on his desk and replacing the picture inside with the drawing clary just finished of her, luke and jocelyn with “my family’ messily written at the top. think about how luke would have to braid clary’s hair back at lunch otherwise she’d end up with food all in it. think of how clary would curl up and fall asleep in luke’s lap as he continued reading through a report. imagine everyone who works at the station loving the days where luke would bring clary with him because her bright hair and her sweet little laugh and chubby cheeks would brighten up all of their days.


Full of fresh, original tiny house ideas, this 24 foot long rustic modern tiny dream home on wheels has it all … and open space to boot! Featuring a ceiling bed with automatic lift, convertible lounge area, flip up desk piece, clever sliding closet in the shower, sliding pantry shelf, hidden laundry, and much, much more, this tiny house achieves modern comfort in an open concept floor plan.


For an Anon who requested 11 and 12 “Pain in my ass.” “You love it.” with either Gibbs or DiNozzo. I went with DiNozzo! 

Something hit the back of your head and you spun around in your chair glancing around. Everyone around you seemed to be working, their focus directed towards their desks. You spotted a piece of balled up paper on the ground and frowned, picking it up and tossing it into the recycling bin before turning back to your own work.

A few more minutes passed before something else hit you, this time it was smaller and slightly harder than a balled up piece of paper. You turned around again, and again everyone was working away. You watched everyone for a minute before picking the eraser up and tossing it into the waste bin.

The next thing that hit you was a paper airplane. You glared around the room for a moment, eyes scanning over McGee, DiNozzo, and Ziva. There were several other people in the bullpen but none of them looked very suspicious to you. So you picked up the airplane. You were going to throw it away but saw something scribbled on the wing ‘read me’. You rolled your eyes an unfolded the paper.

‘Trying to get out of here before 6. Dinner?’ That was DiNozzo’s writing for sure so you made sure he saw you crumple the paper up and toss it into the recycling bin like the first one. You weren’t second graders, you were not going to pass notes.

The fourth hit didn’t take long at all, and you picked up the piece of paper, uncrumpling it and reading.

‘Don’t ignore me, let’s get dinner. I’ll let you pick the place.’  You snorted, and turned around in your chair, looking at Tony with an amused grin.

“DiNozzo! Knock -” His head snapped up and he made a shushing sound, putting a finger over his lip and using the other hand to make a writing gesture. You gave a look of disbelief before turning back around and grabbing the paper.

‘Let me do my work.’ You wrote quickly before turning around and tossing the paper at Tony’s desk and then going back to your mountain of paperwork. The next paper your way flew just over your shoulder and landed on your desk, so you unfolded, taking a sip of coffee.

‘I will let you do your work if you agree to go to dinner with me, tonight?’ You groaned, but couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You were happy that your back was to him.

‘Pain in my ass. We’re going to Momijis, you can pay.’ You responded quickly, tossing the note at him and giving McGee a “You don’t see that” look when he glanced up from his own paperwork. Another new piece of paper landed on your desk and you opened it maybe a little too eagerly.

‘You love it. ;) - Momijis is fine, not very romantic, but I already told you that you got to choose.’ You snorted writing your final note and tossing it back with a smirk.

‘Fine - It’s a date, Jerk.’ Tony read the note before looking up at you with a grin, mouthing to you ‘really?” You hummed and shrugged before turning back around to finish your work so you could get to dinner.

“Where are we going?”
”The future.”

Ok, people, it will take a while before I post anything new, so, please, consider this quick celebratory salad of colors a “sorry”.

I’m currently working on a thing for @coinelot , a Merlin/Arthur convention that will be held in Berlin in October.  Do I need to say how excited I am to be able to contribute to all the fun?
Meanwhile, as October’s still a couple of months away, the team has something special to offer to all Merthur fans out there - wall and desk calendars that contain pieces of art created by awesome artists exclusively for the project. If you want a delicious treat for yourself or need a special gift for a friend, take a peek [here], guys.

My stucky fellas, hope to see you in a month or so. ♥


One day, the Muggle Studies teacher talks about modern authors, and one lesson is about Rick Riordan’s new Percy Jackson series. And for homework, she gives them the lighting thief book and tells them to read it by the next Tuesday. She lets them read the first three chapters of the book in class. Shortly after they start reading, a student asks what a pen is. The teacher just smiles and starts handing out ballpoint pens. Once everyone has one, she tells them that what they are holding is a ballpoint pen.Everyone goggles at the tiny pen, and someone asks what it does. She simply says you write with it. Someone pulls out a piece of parchment, uncaps the pen, and touches the point to the parchment, leaving a dot of ink. The group assembled around the desk scrambles for a piece of parchment and their pen. Soon, everyone is writing. At the end of class, a student asks if they can keep the pen. The teacher just smiles and says of course. Soon after, everyone knows about this new thing called a pen. Immediately, there’s a black market of pens. Muggle Borns writing home to their parents for a pack of bic ballpoint pens, then duplicating them, so they have thousands of ballpoint pens. Selling each pen for a knut and one case for a sickle. Pens instead of quills. Pens at Hogwarts.

My choice for fifth place is the story ‘Receipts’ by @surlybobbies!

I can always appreciate a good Dean/Cas finally getting together in canon!verse fic, and this is totally something Cas would do. Really sweet and well written!

I don’t follow you yet, so you’ll get a follow back as a bonus! Congratulations, and everyone should go check out your writing because I saw some lovely things there! 

Dean walks into Cas’s room, holding his phone to his ear. “How the hell am I supposed to know where you put it, Cas? I’m never in your room, which, can I just say, is a goddamn pigsty - “

As he listens to Cas’s slightly indignant reply, he wanders over to Cas’s desk, where rumpled pieces of paper litter the surface in a semicircle. Out of curiosity, he picks one up. It’s a receipt dated a few months ago for two bacon cheeseburgers at some diner in Minnesota. Dean shifts his phone from his ear and places it on speaker.  

“-be right near the lamp on my bedside table - “

“Hey, Cas?”

“Did you find it?”

“Nah, but uh - why do you have so many old receipts?”

There’s silence.

“Cas? You still there?”

On the line, someone clears his throat. “Uh, yes. I’m still here.”

“So? The receipts? I mean, it’s cool, but it doesn’t really make sense. We’re not exactly paying taxes, buddy.”

There’s another pause, just a little too long to be innocent. Finally, Cas says, “No reason. Now, can you please look for my cell phone? Sam says you’re a waste of his minutes.”

“Tell him he’s an asshole,” Dean says, rolling his eyes. “I’ll text him if I find it.”

Cas hangs up. Dean pockets his phone and casts an eye over the messy desk, where still more receipts are spread out. Something compels him to pick up another one, cleaner and less rumpled than the rest. It’s only a few weeks old, from a diner Dean and Cas visited on the way back from a particularly rough hunt. Two more burgers, two cokes, and one slice of apple pie. Dean smiles. Cas had ordered him the apple pie.

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Benson knows Mordecai’s awake. How? Because the light from his desk lamp’s filtering underneath his door. He bundles the sheets in his hands as he lays on his back, staring at the ceiling with a sigh- it’s been about 3 hours but the light hasn’t moved nor switched off for even a moment, and Bensons eyes catch the clock to see it tick over to 2:06am. Groaning, he rubs his face and lets go of the sheets to sit up, throwing the covers off- it was 2 in the damn morning. Hell for all he knew, the guy could’ve crashed at his desk with a blank piece of paper stuck to his forehead

Shaking the image from his mind, Benson smiles and steps onto the carpet, walking to his door then stopping outside Mordecai’s. He raises a hand to knock then remembers his previous thought- it seemed more plausible the longer he settled on it. So with his hand holding the doorknob, he carefully turns it and pushes on the wood, slowly peeking his head round incase he really has passed out

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Yeah, I'll prioritize the easy work for you.

Greetings, first timer here, also english is not my native language, please point out any grammatical errors so I can fix those.

I used to work for a retail hardware shop and we had a small wood workshop where I used to be every saturday. Basically it goes like this: Customer gets over here, orders the kind of wood and size he wants, I note it and tell him, how much time this is going to take depending on current workload.

The day in question was a normal day, medium work to do, so the customers usually get their stuff in 20-30 minutes (this is usually my normal estimate, so I can react if something else interferes, like another customer).

A customer comes to my desk and orders a piece of wood with some special small stuff on it, not much work for me (we have a wall mounted circular saw for stuff like this). I told him the usual 30 minutes and that was it, I started to go to work.

…so I thought…

He wanted it faster, asked if I could do his order first, since it is so small. I told him that this is not how we operate. He started to argue, being an ass, threatened to call the boss, you know how they do it…

After 5 minutes of arguing, I saw a regular customer come in, and he basically only ever wanted some small cuts, which are even easier.

As he was approaching I finally told him, that now special for him, I will do the easy tasks first, went back to the workshop (there is a door to hold the noise back in), and started working on his order for about one minute, only to go to the desk to service the regular… As usual, only the 3 cuts and he will be gone. But the other, angry, customer was still waiting like a shark.

So I smiled to the regular and said: “Sure, I’ll do it right now, this is a fast task.”

Now my story would end here, but it still gets better:

He was so angry, he went to my boss and complained about it. Boss goes to the workshop and gathers my version of the story, then tells me to come and have a conversation with him and the customer.

Boss proceeds to lecture the angry customer how it is my part to guarantee for my safety in the workshop and manage the time myself. Customer gets even angrier and threatens to never visit the store again. Boss takes his order and rips it in half. Customer leaves.

5 Minutes before closing time my boss brought me a cold beer. This feels so good.

I keep waiting
to feel something
or feel someone next to me
in bed,
on the streets,
a comforting hand in mine,

but, for now,
my best friend is the linoleum
floor of the bathroom
and the shapes I can make out
on the textured walls,
like the dinosaur in the bottom right-hand corner,
or the sad face below the toilet paper dispenser and

I keep waiting
for something,
to breathe life back into me,
but everyone has a different definition of what it is like
to truly be living, different views on whether or not loving is living,

so, for now,
the ceiling fan is my lover,
because I can easily turn it on and off when I please,
and as I watch the blades whirl
I think of how I used to spin for you like that,
how I used to blow you away
like the loose leaf papers on my desk.
now the only piece of you
that remains in the sheets
next to me
is the slight dip in the mattress
from where you used to lie

when I roll into it,
I can almost feel your laugh
vibrating in your chest,
almost feel you
wrap your arms around me

but, for now,
the only thing wrapped around me is the scarf
that got caught in the door
when you left,
did you know that the slamming sound still haunts me?

you told me I was a lost cause,
and if that is true,
then why can I find myself shrouded in a cloud of longing,
drifting among the broken hearted in alleyways and in telephone wires?

I keep waiting for someone
to tell me
I’m right where I need to be,
but no one dares to walk down this street,
and none of the restless souls here
dare to say this is where
we belong.

I keep waiting for someone
to open my eyes,
and I ask myself who it could be
and as I look in the mirror
I know
that the only one that can save me
is me,
but you took so much of me with you
when you left,
that without you,
I am no longer sure who I am.

—  I have always been patient, and will wait for you to return until the end of time