I do not know who the world belongs to;
for simplicity’s sake I refuse to ask,
but it is not to me, and never to us–
God’s radiance in the dark takes on
no shape. She is void of form.
Faith is in silence, residing in scars.
There is a possibility that there is Nothing
but nettles, and pain, and war for war’s sake.

Like a little joke,
it’ll burn. Like a rough turn of skin,
it’s gonna twist back your arm.
I think it’s time that we admit to the
gap of space between us.

There is
nothing here
but the lampshade, under the silk.
Basking in the myth, slipping in the dark,
some clothes like landmines on the floor.
Tick, tick.

The ring within the ring of my wildest dream,
the sexless frost of Uranus’ spinning.
My veil is sheer; the glass is cleared.
I guess I’ll make the bed.

—  c francis
I'm rereading The Dream Thieves
  • Ronan describing what Blue is wearing: she looks like a lampshade
  • Ronan describing what Gansey is wearing: the T-shirt hung on his shoulders in a way that revealed all kinds of pleasant nooks and corners that a button-down usually hid

We were going through a room that we shouldn’t have been in when we hear footsteps.

DM: Ok, make a stealth roll.
Me: (rolls a 2)
DM: Your character looks around for something to hide under, and promptly places a lampshade on their head.

Some time later…

DM: Make a stealth check, everyone.
Me: (Rolls nat20) Do I still have the lampshade?
DM: Uh, sure?
Me: I put the lampshade over my head to hide.
DM: Ok, uh, you look exactly like a lamp. In fact, your party mates have no idea where you went! This is all amazing, because electric lamps don’t even EXIST at this point in time!

Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3

Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!

Your P.O.V
The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly… 

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Devonshire Villas dolls’ house. Made in 1900, it is a replica of a real house that stood in Kilburn, North London. It was a present from Samuel Loebl, who lived in the house at the time, as a present for his daughter, Cecy. Both his daughter and his grand-daughter played with the house. It is decorated and furnished in the very latest style for the time and many of the features, such as the fitted bathroom and the double sink in the kitchen, were very modern. The bathroom walls have “sanitary” wallpaper, specially coated to be washable and still a very new idea at the time. Cecy made the carpets, lampshades and upholstery in the bedroom and drawing room. The house was exhibited at a Toy Fair in Frankfurt in 1925.


this is for @ivory-leigh with special thanks to @onemuseleft for her help with the idea

i super didn’t mean to write this tonight but the idea was SO GOOD and i’ve really been jonesing to write

In the weeks following what they’re calling The Battle of New York, Bruce settles into the Tower with an incredible ease.

The floor Tony designed for him is shockingly well-suited to his tastes and needs considering how Tony likes to claim he’s not a team-player. Bruce suspects each floor is equally well-designed and perhaps that’s why they’re all able to slip into a routine so quickly.

It feels like something missing has slotted into place and Bruce can tell just by looking at the others’ faintly bewildered expressions when they look around at the space they share that they feel the same.

Still, Bruce never looks toward Harlem.

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