• any target • churches in texas • abandoned 7/11’s • your bedroom at 5 am • hospitals at midnight • warehouses that smell like dust • lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore • empty parking lots • ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods • rooftops in the early morning • inside a dark cabinet
• playgrounds at night • rest stops on highways • deep in the mountains
• early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed • trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic • schools during breaks • those little beaches right next to ferry docks • bowling alleys
• unfamiliar McDonalds’s on long road trips • your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep • laundromats at midnight
• galeries in art museums that are empty except for you • the lighting section of home depot • stairwells • hospital waiting rooms • airports from midnight to 7am • bathrooms in small concert venues
• cemeteries • abandoned penitentiaries • hilltops at night in full moonlight • most of Japan • empty barns • marshes • really anywhere quiet at midnight, the air vibrates • old stones and henge • the ocean when it’s still quiet with fog over it • train tracks that go through the middle of the woods • bridges • ancient places • stands of old growth forest • the Eastern Sierras/high desert
• rabbit paths off hiking tails • trails between the main ski hills • winter twilight • back allies between houses • logging roads • dirt roads on fall evenings with leaves falling off the trees • libraries before closing • anyplace where it’s snowing before sunrise • the woods during a rainstorm
• roads covered with snow with trees on the sideways while snowflakes are falling out of the sky • train stations after 10 PM • outside, right before a massive storm • the woods just after twilight • the beach in winter • the bottom of swimming pools • empty beaches when its snowing
• back part of a library • late night empty streets • highways late at night • windy roads • windy roads at night when you can only see the immediate road • abandoned parking lots (office buildings, homes) • anywhere immediately after a really bad fight • little towns late at night when no ones awake and the only lights on are the street posts
• empty buses before sunrise/after sunset • being the only one outside in the early morning when its almost dark and you feel alone on earth • mountains with a big forest close to it • being alone in a spot in ikea • the lakeside anytime between 2 and 6 am • firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass • staring up at very tall buildings • the tram at a big airport • abandoned house by a lake
• being the only one downstairs on christmas • stepping outside in the early morning when it has just snowed • when its dark and you see snowflakes falling down in the light of a lamppost on the lonely road • that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it • a parked car in a snow/thunderstorm • corn fields with the wind blowing over them • malls when they’re about to close for the night • woods at twilight/dawn • being on a train after midnight • theme parks at night
• winding back roads with rolling fog • seeing “open” signs when its really foggy and cloudy • being in a train that was crowded when you got in and now its quiet, looking at the seats knowing that there were people sitting there moments ago and now they’re gone • hiking trails that have nobody on them • being alone in an elevator for a few minutes • looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them • the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night • tree houses • empty seats on the late night train • 4-6 am on a winter morning
• the clouds/damp coming out of your mouth when its really cold in the morning • stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop • greenhouses that have been left to grow alone • cemeteries in the middle of fields • biking/walking on the main road when its dark without cars • swamps with fog • hotel corridors in the middle of the night • anywhere where you can hear a train whistle in the distance but you can’t see it or know just how far away it is • foggy mornings in a meadow • that flickering streetlight • working offices at midnight
• abandoned amusement parks • mirrors in an airplane bathroom • being alone in a church • empty hotel lobbies • hearing trains off in the distance especially at night • snow falling down in general • being in a place thats supposed to have a lot of people but it doesn’t • long, dark hallways • the middle of a park when its snowing • playgrounds at night • work/school when you’re snowed in • caves • a field of power lines • being in a forest where there are train tracks not knowing if the train may even ever approach • bonfires
• being in a different room than everyone else at a party • the woods on a night with a full moon • empty stables • empty metro stations that are usually crowded • gas stations on long mountain roads • the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street • stadiums when a game or concert is over • entering a building with a really high ceiling • moonlight, anywhere
• empty tennis or baseball courts with limited lightning • times when you are transitioning from one phase to another • lodges in the snow • frozen water in the winter • a little lake in the middle of the forest • campus during summer • family gatherings • construction site after works have gone home • leaving a tent at midnight • lonely swings • overgrown fields • from twilight to dusk • farmland thats covered in the morning fog • suburban neighborhoods filled with tension and wind before a large summer thunderstorm • being at an abandoned place knowing that years ago at that exact same moment there were people • the feeling of being chased by someone/something • knowing you’re not alone in a certain place like a forest
this feeling is scary as FUCK it dawns upon you that something is so quiet or abandoned or empty and vacant that its like the universe forgot to make something happen in the one spotlike you found a glitch in real life like everything seems fake and unreal and real and not fake all at one and youre so confused
Born into a small town
buried in the obscurity
of the in between spaces on the map
raised on the last dregs
of the so called American dream
looking up at the falling idols,
Loose on the streets
inside suburban safe zones
transistor radio windows on the world
feeling fear scratching
on the screen door a little more
with each year of growing unease
Spinning circles in tiny towns
that were the only world we knew
knowing nobody else cared about us
invisible unnoticed never mentioned
ghostlands denizens drifting
past shuttered factories on ten speeds
Future so bright and shiny
on television but not out the window
here is home start running now
Learn the school fight song
learn that you have to leave to live
your home is fit only for losers
Sitting outside the party store
watching the cars that never stop
rush to elsewhere on the interstate
Be proud believe be something
somewhere out there down the road
your parents built the country
but they now mean nothing anymore
to the people who mock smugly
We knew what you know now
forty long slow summers ago
when you were still building
the New American Lie
there is no equality no unity
here in the Land of Greed
“I’m a fucking wizard, sent from the future in a motherfucking time machine to tell you that you are an asshole. You’re the type of person to make fun of fat, short little kids and makes them feel bad about themselves for the rest of their lives because you think you’re so special. Well, you know what? You’re not special. You’re not different. You’re not even particularly interesting. You’re the same bigoted, homophobic, red neck, football scoring, Martin Luther King assassinating, asshole face, son of a bitch, red neck that you have spent your entire life rebelling against. And I know, that that kills you inside.”
I was trying to write, but it was not looking good, so I decided to have a break and listen some music…I love 80′s rock songs and this little imagine just came to mind. I hope you like it. Listen the song HERE
was in another long run, the MC had been in a lot of those lately and he hated to leave you
alone, to be far from you for such a long time. Happy would never admit that to
anyone, he wasn’t the kind of guy that showed his feelings, but everybody could
see you were his world.
were fueling up the bikes and soon would be home. He waited for his
brothers and picked up his wallet. He smiled when he saw the pictures. The first one was from a year ago, you had
just bought a house and were planning the wedding, you were seated at the front
second one was older, worn by the many times he had held it. You were at the clubhouse, had just hopped out of his bike and Happy wrapped his arms
around you. Gemma captured the scene and she caught the exact moment when you
were looking at him with loving eyes, like he was your hero.
I’ve got a picture of your
And you’re standing by the
It’s black and white and
It’s looking pretty worn.
See the factory that I
Silhouetted in the back.
Memories are grey, but man
they’re really coming back.
life wasn’t easy and Happy had done many questionable things in his life. Actually,
he was pretty close to the devil’s dictionary definition and he had
thought, many times, you deserve more. You could had ran and be
with any other guy, many people told you to do it, but you chose to stay, to be
with him. You were his and Happy was sure, he didn’t need anything else in the
world, as long as you were his and looked at him like you were doing in that
I don’t need to be the king
of the world
As long as I’m the hero of
this little girl
Heaven isn’t too far away
Closer to it everyday
And no matter what your
friends might say
were finally on the road, heading back to Charming, which meant he was
closer to you. Happy focused on the road, but his mind was still with you. He
couldn’t wait to open the front door and see you walking to him, your hips swaying as he followed you to the bedroom and your eyes sparkling while he
hovered over you.
deep dark sky was full with stars that followed him home, it was late and
the lights were out. Happy tried to be silent, you probably were sleeping
already. He entered the house and took off his boots, walking to the bedroom.
He admired you for a moment, asleep in the bed you shared. Happy took off his
clothes, laying down wearing only his boxers. He wrapped his arm around you,
pulling your body to his, eager to feel you, breathing you scent in.
How I love the way you move
And the sparkle in your
Theres a color deep inside
the night like a blue suburban sky
When I come home late at
And you’re in bed asleep
Now I wrap my arms around
you so I can feel you breathe
lights were out in the entire neighborhood, everybody sleeping. You woke up and
turned in his arms, looking up as your fingers caressed his cheek. Happy felt
your smile when he lowered his lips to yours, that run had been long and hard,
he thought about you every second, only wanting to be with you, nowhere else.
came back”, you whispered. Happy pressed you against him, hugging you tighter.
little girl”, he whispered back, feeling your body respond to his touch. “Always”
Now the lights are going
Along the boulevard
Memories come rushing back
and makes it pretty hard
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“To Andy and his parents, it looks like any other carnival: creaking ghost train, rusty rollercoaster and circus performers. But of course it isn’t.Drawn to the hall of mirrors, Andy enters and is hypnotised by the many selves staring back at him. Sometime later, one of those selves walks out rejoins his parents - leaving Andy trapped inside the glass, snatched from the tensions of his suburban home and transported to a world where the laws of gravity are meaningless and time performs acrobatic tricks.And now an identical stranger inhabits Andy’s life, unsettling his mother with a curious blankness, as mysterious events start unfolding in their Irish coastal town.”
Do you know me? I’ll tell you who I am.. I’m a fucking wizard sent from the future in a motherfucking time machine to tell you that you are an asshole. You’re the type of person that makes fun of fat, short little kids and makes them feel bad about themselves for the rest of their lives because you think you’re so special. Well, you know what? you’re not special. You’re not different— you’re not even particularly interesting. You’re the same bigoted, homophobic, redneck, football scoring, Martin Luther King assassinating, asshole face, son of a bitch redneck that you’ve spent you’re entire life rebelling against.. and I know that that kills you inside.
Summary: In which Peter and the reader go to a group sleepover, including Michelle. Word Count: 2188 Warnings: Angst, sleepovers, swimming, dark (???) A/N: I’m finally done with this yAYYYY THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR FEEDBACK ON PART ONE YOU GUYS ARE THE SWEETEST PEOPLE EVER :’) also you should listen to this song because it does appear in this story so boop here’s the link
There was no denying you loved Peter despite what had happened. A burning desire for him dawned on you almost every hour of the day and no matter how hard you tried to resist it, it always came back.
You missed his touch, ranging from the tracing of patterns and feather light kisses to the digging of nails into each other’s skin when one or both was feeling euphoric. The pile of clothes he left at your place stared at you intently every time you were in your room, and while you knew you had to return it, the sentimental value it had restrained you from doing so. You didn’t even have the heart to put them in your closet, so they just sat on your dresser.
Were you meaning to plan on talking to Peter about all of this? Oh yeah, but all of your nerves stopped you from doing so— like with the clothes. But now he had gotten together with Michelle, in which you didn’t know the exact details (you were thinking she had asked him out as Peter was too chicken to do that, or maybe that was your bitter, passive aggressive conscience speaking), but nonetheless they were going out.
(I apologize ahead of time, my laptop is broke and I have to write this on mobile so it will not be pretty. ><’ )
Your name is Doctor Spencer Reid and right now, you’re probably going to watch your friend die.
Thirty Minutes and Thirty Seven Seconds
You weren’t worried at all. You had delt with so many cases like this where it was common nature to you. This one was a tad different though. Your friend was in there. Specifically, (Y/n). You can admit you cared more about her than most of the group because when it came to her, she gave you heart palpitations, your hands got sweaty and warm and you could never look her directly in the face.
Okay yeah, you really liked her.
She was a strong girl though. Even though whenever you would come back from extreme cases, or when she came back beaten and bloody, you would always worry only to have her shrug it off and smile. She always pushed that one curl of hair out of your face only for you to secretly put it back later so she could do it again. You were god damn near crazy about her. Maybe they should evaluate you.
You hadn’t seen her today at all though and you thought maybe she called in sick, honestly you had forgotten to ask Hotch. When this case came in everyone jumped and moved quickly almost making your head spin. When you got to the scene, everyone was buzzing and yelling, hearing people come up with plans and watching SWAT teams drive in. Then, you heard it.
“You understand you have an FBI agent in there. We can talk about this. Let her go, or we’ll be forced to take the most extreme action against you.”
An FBI agent. The killer in there had a hostage and it was one of your own. A dash of worry was added to the pot but again, whoever it was, you knew they could hold their own. You had to ask though. Something bothered you about who was actually in there. You turned to Morgan who was standing next to you, blocking the sun from your eyes, good lord that man was a giant.
“Hey, Morgan, who are they talking about? I feel kind of bad because I should know but you know I was late because there was so much back up and I came in in the middle of briefing and…”
“It’s (Y/n), Reid.”
Suddenly the bulletproof vest you were told to wear got tighter. You felt like one of the old bullies in high school punched you straight in the sternum. You had to walk behind one of the trucks, standing there for a second. You wouldn’t be able to help her out like this. Your mind wouldn’t be able to work properly. You took a deep breath, staring at your shaking hands. As soon as you were able to turn the corner, your phone rang.
“Reid? Oh thank god, I finally got a hold of someone.”
“Garcia, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, honey. You’re not going to like this.”
Thirty-Eight Minutes and Fifteen Seconds
You had a laptop opened on top of a table outside. The rest of the available team members surrounded you, shock and terror on their silent faces.
Garcia had sent you a link to a web address and of course you were supposed to see what it was. You immediately regretted it. You watched as the unsub paced silently inside the suburban household, mumbling something to himself. You could see he was shaken. Your eyes directed you elsewhere though. Somewhere you never wanted to go. There was (Y/n), strapped crudely to a dining room table chair sat in the living room. You were a tad proud of her though, as you could hear her trying to negotiate herself out of this situation.
You had to get up though. You couldn’t watch this. Honestly, it made you want to vomit and reminded you of your time in a chair like that. You didn’t come out the same. Your body wouldn’t move. It’s like your mind wanted you to watch and envelop yourself in this.
An Hour, Thirteen Minutes, and Fourty-Six Seconds
She was getting to him. Between moving to try to free herself and speaking to him, he was furious. At this point, he had resorted to beating her to shut her up. Every smack or hit you heard connect ached through your head and made you wince. You had been sitting at this table for over twenty minutes, people passing by, asking you how she was doing. And you just never had any reply.
Did she even know the killer was broadcasting her? Did she even care her life was in danger? You we’re practically worrying enough for the entire team. You asked Garcia if she could shut down the stream to no avail. Garcia could only apologize profusely and warned you not to watch it. You were screaming inside.
An Hour, Fourty-Two Minutes and Fifty-Seven Seconds
The SWAT team leader had directed that snipers be put in place and you knew they were reaching the end. Morgan came to tell you she was a tough girl and would be fine. JJ told you that a woman would never stop fighting till the end. Rossi told you that he would’ve killed for a partner like her in his day. Garcia offered to send you pictures of kittens and puppies. To everyone’s avail, you couldn’t take your eyes off that screen and your stress was making you mad. You almost ran in there yourself if Morgan hadn’t stopped you and put some sense back in you. You watched her as her breaking point was reached. She could barely keep her head up. You closed your eyes, waiting for the worst, trying to control your breathing, everything. But that everything was interrupted suddenly.
An Hour, Fourty-Five Minutes and Two Seconds
The door of the suburban house flew open. You thought it was (Y/n) so your eyes snapped open and your head jolted up, only to meet your nightmare come true.
The unsub had (Y/n) clutched in his arm with a pistol aimed at her temple. You couldn’t be more scared. You could see her look around softly, barely being able to carry her head on her shoulders. When she made eye contact with you, she looked as if her cares melted away while you wanted to tell her she was okay. Her small smile said she already knew.
The unsub was screaming but all of it was blurred out by just the sight of her. You could feel yourself get up and move slowly towards Morgan who, with no fail, had his gun aimed precisely. Worry was climbing with every second that the snipers didn’t take the shot. You wanted this to be over. Then you heard it all in succession. A click, a bang, a body fell. You couldn’t tell where any of these came from until a moment later.
The unsub was lying on the ground while the team scrambled to go secure (Y/n). You just stood there. It was all over. She was okay. You could go home. She was okay… You would have mountains of paperwork to do. She was…okay.
A Week, One Day, Three Hours, and Fifteen Minutes
You were anticipating (Y/n)’s return from her leave. Insisted on by Hotch. You were doing the usual after casework from a case you all had just finished the day before. You had been here all night, considering you had been on this case for four days and there were tons of papers to fill out. You didn’t hear the clicking of heels behind you as you almost drifted off to sleep.
“I always knew they worked you too hard.”
You jumped in your seat only to bash your knee on your desk and turn around so fast you almost smacked into whoever was there. (Y/n) was standing above you with two coffees and a small paper bag in her hands. She sat both items in her left hand down gently at your desk before smiling at you becoming so flustered so suddenly.
“Is that for me?”
“You’ve been here all night, right? I thought you could use a little breakfast.”
You weren’t going to question how she knew that, although Garcia was going to be hounded later, as you opened the bag. There was a cinnamon bagel as well as a blueberry muffin and you honestly were grateful because you had been starving.
“Wow, thank you. You didn’t have to.”
She sat down at her desk next to yours and sipped on her coffee gently. If you were Garcia you would’ve said that the eye contact between you two was undeniable and to get to the point. (Y/n) leaned over in her chair to move that one curl out of your face. Right in front of her, you jokingly put it back to where it was.
“Spencer Reid, are you flirting with me?”
“Funny you say that, the word flirt comes from the French word ‘fleurette’ which means ‘to seduce’ and I always thought that France in is general nature was very seductive and romantic…”
She cut you off by laughing. She always laughed when you rambled.
Summary: After a witch steals Dean’s memory of you, ten years of your life along side him is ripped away. In a desperate attempt to protect your heart, you beg Sam not to tell Dean about your relationship. You have sentenced yourself to watch in agony as Dean unknowingly breaks your heart.
Word Count: ~4,500
A/N: There should only be two parts and I’m working hard on the second now! I’m hoping it can be out in a few days (Sunday maybe!) Hope you guys like it! It’s pretty narrative heavy, but I wrote it at my desk at work on my iPhone so hopefully it’s not too bad lol. Let me know what you think!!! 😊
A sinking feeling filled and consumed your chest as Sam weaved in and out of traffic in suburb just on the outskirts of Kansas City. He nearly clipped the impala’s side view mirror as he cut off a rusted pickup truck turning onto the adjacent street.
Sam didn’t let up on the gas as he raced through the neighborhood, plowing through the roads at nearly twenty over the speed limit, the roar of the engine rupturing through the silence. There was an ominous nature to the fog clouding over the sky as it was illuminated only by the dim light of stars painted in distant freckles upon the darkness. It sent chills down your spine.
Sam’s knuckles gripped paper white against the steering wheel as he swerved around a skateboard lying in the center of the street. You held back the growing lump in your throat that had been threatened to suffocate you ever since you learned of Dean’s disappearance. His absence in the impala left a gaping hole in your chest.
“I am a
fucking wizard sent from the future in a mother-fucking time machine to tell
you that you are an asshole. You’re the type of person that makes fun of fat,
short little kids and makes them feel bad about themselves for the rest of
their lives because you think you’re so special. Well do you know what? You’re
not special. You’re not different. You’re not even particularly interesting.
You’re the same, bigoted, homophobic, redneck, football loving, Martin Luther
King assassinating, asshole face, son of a bitch redneck that you have spent
your entire life rebelling against! And I know that that kills you
The clock on the wall chimed 2:00 as the wind rustled the leaves outside of the two story suburban home. Inside, Kelly Mock awoke to the sound of her daughter’s scream splitting the darkness, rending it apart.
She rushed in, flipped on the light, and found her daughter hiding under the covers. Kelly walked over and sat on her daughter’s bed. She pulled the covers off of young Lillian’s head.
“No mommy, don’t!” the little girl exclaimed as she made to cover her face again. Lillian was whiter than snow, with beads of sweat running down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong baby? Did you have a bad dream again?” Kelly touched her daughter’s forehead. A little warm, but not indicative of a fever.
“There is nobody here sweetheart. See, nobody even in your closet,” she said as she got off the bed and opened the closet. “You probably just ima-” Kelly stopped mid-sentence, mid word, as a shiver ran down her spine. The breeze that had so quietly filled the neighborhood with a light summer air was now flirting with the edge of the curtains on Lillian’s window. Kelly approached the ledge and pulled back the thin, black fabric sheets. There was the window, and also a 2 inch gap, that had not been there before.
“Lillian, I locked your window before I went to bed. When did you open it?”
“I didn’t mommy, I promise! He must have opened it!” Kelly looked out towards the empty street, down as far as she could see. Surely her little girl was just having a nightmare, right? Could it be possible that someone had broken in to their home?
“Tell you what darling. Your father will be home later, and we will have him look at the window, ok? For tonight, you can come sleep in my room.” Kelly grabbed her little girl and the blanket that she kept with her, like most seven year olds have. The curtains on the window fluttered as a street light went out a few houses down, covering the corner in complete darkness.
Kelly was making toast and eggs, while Lillian was coloring at the kitchen table, when the doorbell rang.
“Oh I wonder who that could be?” Kelly jokingly asked as she set the timer on the toaster and went to answer the door.
“Hello there gorgeous!” Roger Mock was a business man, specializing in sales and marketing for a large insurance company on the west coast. This didn’t bother Kelly, but it was lonely when he had to leave for a week or so to take business trips away from their South Carolina home.
“Hey daddy!” Lillian ran into his arms and he scooped her up.
“How are you darling?” Roger spun her around and set her down.
“I’m fine, just got scared last night.”
“What happened?” Roger looked at Kelly when he asked this.
“She had a nightmare about a man in her room, but she says she just dreamed him, right Lillian?”
“Right, it was all a dream. I’m okay and so is mommy, and so are you daddy!”
Roger chuckled as he went down the hall to unpack his suitcase. Kelly entered in behind him and shut the bedroom door. “Hey Roger…this may sound odd…but the window in her room was open after she got scared and…well…do you think someone could have opened it?”
“Well, I suppose so,” he replied, eyeing his wife cautiously. “If you want, I’ll check the locks today, and see if I notice anything in the yard.”
Kelly leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, then went back out to tend to the breakfast.
Roger climbed in to the bed he shared with Kelly, and took the book from her hands.
“Did you check to make sure everything was locked?”
“Yes I did. Nobody will be getting in this house, I guarantee.” Roger kissed his wife and they both soon drifted to sleep.
The floorboards creaked inside of Lillian’s room as the wind blew hard against the tightly sealed window.
It was Roger who was now awoken by screams. Screams from his wife, who had just walked in to her daughter’s room to find a pool of blood dripping from the bed to the floor, her daughter in the middle. A thin red line extended from one side of her neck to the other, and her mouth hung open at an odd angle. Roger had to take hold of his wife, who was now convulsing with despair. She was trying to hit the walls, to bang her head on them, and it was all he could do to drag her out of the room. Then they saw the message, written in the young girl’s blood on the door:
SHE TRIED TO WARN YOU
Kelly screamed violently, and Roger pulled her down the hallway, and into the living room. He went back and took a picture of the scene, then shut the door. He pressed three numbers on his phone.
“Hello this is 911, what is your emergency?”
Roger and Kelly entered the police station to give their statement as the scene was documented and taped off in their house.
Roger and Kelly came home to find a house covered in police tape on one side, and depressing memories on the other. They got ready for bed, and settled in, trying to make sense of why their lives were shattered.
“Baby, we can figure this out tomorrow. Let’s get some rest.” He shut off the light.
Roger Mock got out of bed and went down the hall. He grabbed his coat from the closet, and came back to his bedroom. He entered the master bathroom and pulled his traveling bag from under the sink. He opened it and put in the essentials: his toothbrush, his floss, his straight edged razor. The razor he hadn’t cleaned. The razor still covered in the blood of his daughter. He zipped up the bag and turned off the light. He sat on the edge of the bed and filled his suitcase with his business clothes and a few things for travelling. He walked out of the room, taking care to step over the body of his dead wife, who had been smothered to death in her sleep, the silk covered pillow lying beside her lifeless corpse.
Roger got in his car and plugged his phone into the charger. He opened it and scrolled through the contacts, stopping at Amanda Gardner. He pressed CALL.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Rin- “Mmmff…hello?”
“Hey gorgeous, I’m leaving the meeting and I’ll be home soon. Can’t wait to tell you and the kids all about my trip!” He said, smiling in the rearview and looking at the 2 story house in the background, the summer wind whipping the branches in the trees.
orphan black season ten: sarah and helena have to rescue their newly discovered triplet, becky, from the clutches of the evil underground walmart corporation. alison and donnie are having a difficult time picking which decor works best inside of their suburban mafia lair. cosima and scott have to mix the final cure to the mad clone disease together while riding unicorns on a carousel that truly tests the limits of scotts motion sickness. felix has finally decided that someone else needs to start paying for all the new clone phones.
‘When the house was finished, people used to come in… people were four deep. My mother had to leave the house sometimes on the weekend, because they were all standing around the windows you know, trying to see this incredible contraption’ (architect Harry Seidler, 2003)
When completed in 1950, Rose Seidler House was ‘the most talked about house in Sydney’. Designed by the young Harry Seidler for his parents Rose and Max, the house overturned almost every convention of suburban home design.
The radical design both inside and out integrated architecture, art and technology in a bold and optimistic vision for a new way of living. Today, still surrounded by bushland with panoramic views of Ku-ring-gai Chase National Park, the house is one of the finest examples of mid 20th-century modern domestic architecture in Australia, and its furniture and fittings form one of the most complete and intact post World War II design collections in public ownership.