house pipes

Ok, so as I mentioned in my Andreil playlist, I’ve noticed a strange pattern in Andrew’s life, in which the number 13 plays a really big role.

The obvious one that I mentioned on my playlist is the fact that Neil and Andrew’s numbers added make 13, but on a more Andrew-only note, here it is :

“Did they move you a lot?”

“Twelve houses before Cass.,” Andrew said.  ~ The King’s Men Chapter 11

This shows that Cass was house number 13, the pipe dream was number 13. That house that could have been home, the house that he wanted to be home, was the thirteenth house he lived in. This could have been lucky number 13, however, this was not meant to be. 

“Right after Aaron turned thirteen Aunt Tilda hook up with this new guy up in Oakland.” ~ The Raven King Chapter 2

13 is how old he was when he discovered he had a twin brother. 13 is how old he was when this stopped being about what he could endure and when he decided to leave Cass, to leave the thirteenth house and all that came with it: his hopes, but also the abuse. 13 is how old he was when his life changed radically.

“Andrew goes through shrinks like he’s trying to break a world record only he knows about. She’s his eight one at least.”

“Thirteenth,” Andrew said. “She made sure to ask me if I was superstitious.” ~ The Raven King Chapter 9

Bee is number 13 too. She’s the lucky number 13, she’s everything that Cass could have been but wasn’t. 13 didn’t stop being an important number when Andrew became older: it came back with Bee. And then it came back with Neil. For the first time, 13 is not only about Andrew, it’s about something he’s making with someone else.

13 has, for me, truly become Andrew’s lucky number. Because it’s where he first foud hope, when he left the abuse behind, where he found someone who can actually help him, and what he makes with most important person in his life.

 IDK, I might see significations where there aren’t any and my explanations might be really corny, but I kept seeing it again and again and it kept running in my head and I had to write it somewhere. This is why ‘13′ is a number that I can’t help but think as important for Andrew.

@mixeurants I know we talked about it on the chat but you asked me to tag you so here it is!

Pipes

A cache of confiscated homemade shotguns assembled out of pipes in Brazil. Simply put its usually a two-piece design where one pipe houses the shotgun shell, the other pipe with a welded in nail to act as the firing pin. Cheap, simple and more than likely effective in very close quarters. (GRH)

Portrait of a man identified as Major Waters and his family in front of a house possibly near Lexington, Kentucky, c. 1850′s/1860′s. By I. C. Jenks.

Source: Transylvania University.

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peeps be like– ‘ladrien is angst!

         and i be like–
                          ‘naw son.’

oneofthemillionarmy  asked:

Hehe so when I was a kid, I used to be deathly afraid of car washes because it's dark and loud. How would baby jeon fair in the car wash? Would he cry and scream as he crawls into y/n's lap in the passenger seat despite everyone telling him to stay still? Or attempt to get out of the car because tae tae told him the car is taking a shower thats automatic and jungkook thought if he could join the car, he doesn't have to shower at night?

the day that all of you found out that jungkook was afraid of car washes was the day that seokjin decided it would be an easy all-kill day because everyone was out already, the car wash place was nearby the apartment so it would be better for all.

not exactly, no.

you thought jungkook would be excited because he’s curious about everything and anything. but when the machine starts and the loud repetitive noises shake the whole vehicle, jungkook whines and is unable to keep still in his seat. jimin’s panicking because he’s the closes to the three year old and it doesn’t help the two main people that could calm him down are in the front seat.

he tries to take things to his own hands by unbuckling jungkook’s seatbelt and pulling him over to his lap. he tries a small hum of a lullaby but it does nothing to the havoc and vibrations outside, pressed to the metal of the car. it’s not long before everyone takes notice of jungkook’s squirming and threatening cries that are about to blow.

you look over your shoulder and go wide-eyed at jungkook’s i’m about to cry but i’m trying not to here face. your arms immediately extend out to reach him, a natural instinct and jungkook reacts by trying to get out of jimin’s hold. he leans forward and his tiny hands grab onto yours before you lift him up and over to your lap. the reaction is instantaneous: his face already buried in your neck, arms hugging you tight the best way possible and his legs finding purchase to slot them above your hip.

seokjin blinks at the sight, but can’t help but be in awe because… it’s attractive to see someone calm down a child just by holding them. even more when they’re not bloodlines so let seokjin live.

“you’re really good at this, y/n,” seokjin murmurs, staring at how you stroke jungkook’s head down to his back and all over again as you continue to usher him things will be fine.

“thanks, jinnie.”

((let the war begin because-

“really good at it, huh? what about me, hyung?”

“yeah, we cleaned your kitchen for four hours and you didn’t even say shit!”

“who’s the one who messed it up in the first place? oh yeah, i remember. the one that thought cakes should be left in the oven for two hours until it god damned almost burned the house down! so pipe the hell down or i’m kicking your ass out,”

“…wow, jinnie,”

“…?”

“…that was cool.”

let it all begin again because-

“that was cool?! y/n i drove an hour to get you that bag you wanted and you didn’t say it was cool!”))

Insomnia

by Dana Gioia

Now you hear what the house has to say.  
Pipes clanking, water running in the dark,  
the mortgaged walls shifting in discomfort,  
and voices mounting in an endless drone
of small complaints like the sounds of a family  
that year by year you’ve learned how to ignore.

But now you must listen to the things you own,  
all that you’ve worked for these past years,  
the murmur of property, of things in disrepair,  
the moving parts about to come undone,  
and twisting in the sheets remember all
the faces you could not bring yourself to love.

How many voices have escaped you until now,  
the venting furnace, the floorboards underfoot,  
the steady accusations of the clock
numbering the minutes no one will mark.  
The terrible clarity this moment brings,  
the useless insight, the unbroken dark. 

My vet, who does not wash my dog: “wash your dog once a week with this Special Snowflake Shepherd Shampoo!”

Me, who pays someone to wash my dog: $60 x four times a month = I guess I have to wash my own damn dog????

I have been nipped twice, tackled once, and I’m soaking wet who put this wolverine in a german shepherd coat