liam is literally doing a collab with migos nobody fucking touch me i can’t even go all caps i’m this 👌 close to screaming too many connections between them to think that collab ain’t coming i!!!! am!!!! a!!!! hype!!!! bitch!!!!
Hello Friends! After some feedback, I’ve decided to go back to my roots and do some less esoteric content than architectural theory (which I will, of course, return to - I’m thinking about starting a not-regular blog or a podcast about it.) The purpose of this series is to give people the vocabulary they need to talk about houses and architecture in general!
I don’t know if y’all know this but there’s a lot of different parts and styles of architecture. Everything in architecture has a name, whether it’s ornament, architectural styles, or stuff like parts of a roof - either way, we should all be empowered to talk about architecture.
The good news is we all already know quite a bit about architecture.
Architecture speaks to us through personal experience. By looking at it long enough, you start to get a feel for it. Even amateurs can tell whether or not a house is new or old, even when the exterior has been significantly remodeled. Something just tells us - that’s an old house, or that’s a new house. The key to dating a house is to be able to pick out those codifiers - sometimes its a material (vinyl siding) or an architectural element such as window or dormer.
Most of us can identify a house that fits the labels “Victorian,” “Colonial,” or “Modern.” That’s not so far off from the truth - it’s a matter of narrowing it down, being able to say that Victorian usually codifies a type of ornate house from the 19th century, or a new house built in what is more specifically called the Queen Anne style. Colonial has been a type of house since, well, the colonies - but there’s a big difference between a 2005 colonial and a 1804 colonial. Not to mention the myriad differences between Spanish, Dutch, or English subtypes.
Because I don’t want to wait until next week to get this started, I’ll be posting the first article in this series on Friday - it’ll be about the Minimal Traditional style and how it has manifested itself in housing since the 1920s!
I hope you all enjoy this new series as much as I will!
just a head up. the site is a mess right now as far as updates. if you are an author your followers are not getting your update notification now nor are they seeing the updated story in many cases. i suggest waiting until admins fix the bug before you attempt to post next.
Warnings: Just some cuss words, nothing too bad. Also short. Oops
A/N: this is the first Sebastian imagine that I’ve done! Ironic, huh? Sorry it’s short! Hope y’all enjoy!
Your morning was a blur, you awoke to check your phone only to see your Instagram had completely exploded. You jumped from 400 followers to 20,000 overnight and you knew exactly why.
“Sebastian Stan you better get your ass into the bedroom right now!” You screamed, staring at the picture you were tagged in by Sebastian. It showed the picture that had been his lockscreen for weeks, with you smiling into the camera as he rested his chin ever-so-lightly in the crook of your neck. His arms were wrapped around your waist and his eyes were lit up by a grin.
You heard feet pad quickly up the stairs, only to have a sheepish Sebastian standing in the doorway.
There was a reason you were fuming. The two of you hadn’t announced your relationship even though it had been a year. He was keen on being quiet about it which you obviously didn’t mind one bit. You weren’t ready to announce it, but he was, so he did.
“I can’t- I literally cannot believe you did this!” You felt as though you were steaming out of your ears.
He shrugged nervously, “It’s a really cute picture, I couldn’t resist.”
“Did you really have to post it? Honestly? At this fucking time?!”
Sebastian sighed, coming into the room and sitting on the edge of the bed, “You really thought that we could do this forever? We’ve had a lot of close calls.”
“I just-” you looked at your phone again, suddenly admiring the picture, “I guess it’s fine. I just didn’t expect this much attention from it.”
He smiled, “It’ll be fine, babe. I promise.”
You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
You wished you had gotten a bit more of a notice but it had to happen eventually. Most of the comments were positive which you were thankful for, but you still wanted to prepare yourself.
Sebastian kissed your cheek, “Now, let’s go to breakfast. At a real restaurant this time.”
You pulled him by his neck back down to you, your lips connecting once again. “You’re paying.”
You pulled away completely from him, giggling and rushing to the shower.
Is Pearl applying all of her determination & full sacrifice towards a different cause? Or a similar cause? (BTW, Pearl being Jasper-like is the best. She'll make a scary villain, I think.) Hope your well!
yeah! Pearl’s got a lot of potential as an antagonist. and while she’s in Jasper’s role in this story, she’s still Pearl. so while she doesn’t have the sheer brute strength of a quartz, she does have focus, skill, and precision. that, combined with her power set and unflinching loyalty to a person and a cause, makes her a very dangerous opponent. though, i gotta stress, neither she nor Garnet are villains, they’re antagonists. first impressions are funny like that.
(you said the thing, i had to. but also: narrative relevance)
Hey guys, how’s it going? Tough night, huh? Tough series, tbh. Alright well, in the two years that I’ve been actively following hockey, we have not made it out of the first round… not once.
This is tough, I know it’s tough. If you’re anything like me you feel sad, betrayed, confused, disappointed, and a smattering of other emotions that you might not even have names for, but I get it, I really do.
It’s super hard to stay positive when your team gets knocked out of the Playoffs, it’s even worse when it’s in the first round, but here’s the thing you guys…
Nobody, absolutely nobody in the world feels worse about this lose then your team. Nobody feels worse about not scoring then the rookies, nobody feels worse about not showing up then the vets, nobody feels worse about an early summer then the group of men-children that we watch zoom about on pointy ice shoes chasing around a tiny black Oreo for seven months out of the year.
I know this hurts now, but it won’t hurt forever, and you can cry, and get angry, and wonder why, and for the love of God don’t take any bullshit from other fans that are happy that we lost. We are a good team, who had a bad run, and that’s just how it’s gonna be for a little bit, but it’s okay.
I just want to say for this year, the season may be over, but Thank you to everyone who talked to me this year, thank you to everyone who reblogged from me this year, thank you to everyone who followed me this year, thank you to everyone who posted amazing stuff about our boys, and to everyone who loved them this year, because god knows they needed it.
If anyone needs a shoulder to cry on, a place to vent, or just someone to talk to, message me, send an ask, do whatever it is that you have to do right now, because the pain is bone deep.
Thank you Blackhawks Organization, Thank you coaching staff, Thank you other Blackhawks fans, and Thank you CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS!!! I love you guys, and I can’t wait until next season!
The next chapter for Servamp should be out this month and I’ve been making a mep part for Tsurugi but I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish it before the chapter is released so I’m posting a tiny preview. I might wait until the next chapter to see if there are any scenes I want to use for the finished part.
- WHO KILLED JASON BLOSSOM
- I start with that every time ok
- JUGHEAD’S ARMSSSSS
- OH SHIT I CAN JUST IMAGINE FP STARING AT ARCHIE IN THE BAR LIKE “fuck. this is awkward.”
- POOR MOOSE???? AW I FEEL SO BAD
- JOAQUIN 😍😍😍
- valerie doesn’t deserve this
- bughead bughead bughead
- i love bughead ok
- uGH THOSE TWO KISSES THEY SHARED WERE SO CUTE MY GOD
- what was i gonna say lol
- rIGHT ALICE COOPER
- I DID NOT THINK THE DAY WOULD COME BUT
- I’D LIKE TO APPLAUD YOU FOR STANDING UP FOR YOUR DAUGHTER AND BEING STRONG
- and come to think of it didn’t some ppl mention that alice was bullied by hermoine when they were in high school
- now i really feel bad omg
- i actually saw a lot of betty in alice when she was confronting hal
- like mother like daughter aw :’)
- sPEAKING ABOUT THE COOPERS
- POLLY COOPER WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WERE YOU THINKING
- GOING OFF TO LIVE WITH THE BLOSSOMS IN THAT HAUNTED MANSION OF THEIRS
- AND I THOUGHT POLLY WAS GONNA BE SMART ABOUT THIS
- betty meeting fp jones
- i still wanna understand how fp hasn’t met betty before
- wEREN’T THEY CHILDHOOD FRIENDS
- DID FP DRINK AND SLEEP THAT MUCH THAT HE FORGOT WHO HIS SON’S CHILDHOOD FRIEND IS
- i mean one of his childhood friends
- aLSO ARCHIE
- IDK WHAT THIS CRAZY ASS RED-HEAD WAS THINKING
- FIRST HE TELLS OFF SHERIFF KELLER LIKE I AGREE WITH HIM IT’S JUST THAT IT WASN’T THE RIGHT TIME FOR HIM OPEN HIS MOUTH
- tHEN HE GOES TO THAT BAR
- ACTS RECKLESS AND ALSO TELLS OFF JUGHEAD’S DAD
- THEN HE STORMS INTO THE BABY SHOWER
- LIKE BOI WHAT ARE YOU DOING
- AND TELLS JUGHEAD OFF AS WELL IN FRONT OF HIS GF AND VERONICA LIKE MY GOD HOW CAN HE EVEN-
- (also i really gotta hurry up with this list it’s getting too long)
- smth about joaquin and fp jones
- wHICH I COULDN’T HEAR BC MY MOM KEPT MAKING COMMENTS LIKE MOM OK I GOT IT JUST LEMME HEAR WHAT THE DAMN CHARACTERS ARE SAYING
- but apparently joaquin is uP TO NO GOOD AND I’M WORRIED
- BC I SHIP THAT HOTTIE WITH KEVIN
- AND KEVIN NEEDS SOMEONE
- AND JOAQUIN IS THAT SOMEONE, HE GOTTA BE OR ELSE IMMA CRY BC I SHIP THEM SO MUCH
- we need to see more of their relationship btw
- creepy ass ppl living in a creepy ass house with a creepy ass graveyard
- lIKE DID YOU GUYS SEE PENELOPE’S SMILE BEFORE SHE CLOSED THE DOOR I’M SO UGHHHH
- ok i’m done
+ THE SNEAK PEEK FOR EPISODE 9:
- what’s happening with veronica oh no
- alice cooper just breaking the window like a boss
- bUGHEAD HUGGING OMDOVMEOVMRIVJE MY LIFE IS COMPLETE
- ARCHIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING FRL
- valerie doesn’t deserve this pt. 2
- i am officially done with archie’s bullshit
- and with this post
- ta daaaaaaaaaaaaaa
wait now we gotta wait until next thrusday?????? lol r.i.p me
It’s April Fool’s day. I promise you I won’t be telling you any jokes in this letter. Instead, I promise you that it will be a handful of truths that you wish were a joke, or maybe just a story that I’ve made up. Unfortunately, my life doesn’t work that way. It’s been a mess ever since he left me.
I don’t think I’ve ever told you his name - nickname at least. I call him Voldemort. Why, you ask? Well, there was this time in my life - about a year ago - he left to another city up north in Texas called Austin. He didn’t tell anyone bye. Not even me. I didn’t know I was an “anyone” to him. I thought I was at least a “someone.” I guess I was mistaken.
He left without notice. It caught me off guard when he did. I sent him so many texts. I never got a reply.
This was going on for over five months. Text after text after text AFTER text, I kept giving in! Why do I give in? You would think that after a month of not replying I’d get the hint. I did get the hint, I just didn’t want to give up on him. He was such a dear friend to me. I couldn’t just pretend that he didn’t exist even though he was doing just that to me.
As the months went on, it got harder and harder for me to think about him. Every day, I’d hear his name, see his face, or hear his voice in my head. It was so difficult. It got to the point that I hated hearing his name so much that when I’d talk about him to my friends I’d call him Voldemort.
“Voldemort? Who’s Voldemort? Like from Harry Potter?” my friends would question.
“Yes. Voldemort! That’s what I’m going to call him from now on because I hate hearing his name. He’s my version of JK Rowling’s ‘He Who Must Not Be Named.’”
So, that’s how he got his nickname. It’s quite funny though how history decides to repeat itself. On January 15, 2017, I sent you a letter telling you about the last time I saw him. Referring to that - I still haven’t seen him since then. In the past three months, he has only sent me one text message. It’s happening all over again. And this time I feel like I have lost him for good.
When he did this to me last year, I was so worried for him. I was constantly thinking about him and his health and his well-being. I was always wondering what he was doing. And most of all, I always wondered if he was happy.
Now, it’s different. Now, he’s not over three hundred miles away from me. In fact, he’s less than two miles away from me. I haven’t seen him in months. I haven’t talked to him in months.
I still worry about him. I still want to know if he’s healthy. I still constantly think about him. And I still wonder what he’s doing,
He doesn’t know this, mostly because it’s a little creepy, but I do take a drive by his house every once in a while. I got a new car, so he doesn’t know what I’ve been driving. I always go with the hopes of running into him while he’s outside. All I want to do is see his face. Is that too much to ask for?
There wasn’t many differences between the first time he pretended I didn’t exist and the time that I’m going through now. The one main difference between then and now, is that I know he’s happy. He’s happy…
He doesn’t need me anymore. He’s with the girl of his dreams and I’m just figuratively watching him from the sidelines. I’m watching him be happy with someone else. He just used me. I was just a distraction until she came back into his life. He ran faster to her than he would’ve ever run to me. I love him, but he loves her. He’s my soul mate, but I’m not his.
I hate hearing his name again. I hate seeing his blue car when it’s not even his. I hate going to places where we shared the most memories. I just hate thinking about him so much because I know he’s not thinking of me.
I wish I was more prepared for this. I’m going through the exact same thing as last year, so why does it feel worse than better? Is it because I want to believe that he was starting to fall for me? Maybe. Is it because I know he was happy with me too? He was. Is it because he broke the walls around my heart down? Definitely.
We started doing so many things together. He started to make me come out of my shell - as did I with him. I saw the look in his eyes when he looked at me. I heard the tone of his voice when he told me he really liked me. And I heard the sarcasm every time he told me “I hate you.” He didn’t mean that. Maybe he was secretly telling me “I love you,” but he was just too afraid to say it.
It’s sad… because I can’t begin to understand what he goes through on a daily basis. I don’t know what it’s like to be in love with a guy when you can’t even admit to yourself. I can’t begin to understand what he goes through when someone would ask him who I was. Was I “just a friend?” What if they questioned him why we would hang out so much. How would I handle that if I was in his shoes?
I want to believe that he was falling in love with me, because it would be the only reasonable explanation as to why he won’t talk to me. He got scared. I get it. His family doesn’t know about his attraction toward men. I get it.
What I don’t get is why he would go back to her? From what I can recall, in my opinion, she makes him feel so insecure about himself. She tells him things like: He’s a bad influence. He’s making you do things - drink and other things that happen behind closed, locked doors. He’s not a good person. You’re better than that. That’s not like you. You don’t do those things.
Why does she have to degrade me like that? And to her own boyfriend too. I honestly feel like she makes him feel ashamed of himself.
I hope he doesn’t listen to her. I hope he knows that it’s okay to be gay. I hope he knows that it’s okay to be in love with a guy. Especially someone that would treat him right for the rest of his life. He’s too beautiful, inside and out to not be treated the right way.
I remember one thing he told me when he started talking to her again and he and I were on good terms. He was telling me that one time when she said something offensive to him, he replied with, “You know what? Sometimes you treat me like a nobody. Unlike Alex, at least he treats me like I’m a somebody.”
Hearing that brought so much joy to my ears. It was wonderful. If only he still stuck by that comment and chose me instead of her. To be honest, I hope he still compares me to her a lot. I want him to know what he’s missing. I want him to know what he could’ve had. True, real happiness with no judgement.
I’m not saying he’s not happy now. I’m just saying, maybe all the comments she made about him not being “him” aren’t true because she doesn’t know the real him. Maybe he opened up to me in ways he never did with her. I feel like I met the real Voldemort. I feel like I made him feel comfortable. He knew I wouldn’t have judged him. I think that’s all he needs. To be with someone who won’t judge him for what he truly is.
I want to talk to him. I want to hear his soothing voice, especially during sad times like these. When I’m home alone on the bar writing to you, lights flickering, music playing and surrounded by darkness. I feel so empty tonight. I wish I knew how to fill this void without needing him.
To be honest, I don’t think it will ever be filled until he comes back to me. I’ve tried seeing other people. I’ve tried letting someone see my vulnerable side. I’ve tried finding someone with the same taste in music, games, movies and tv shows like me. I haven’t found anyone so far. He and I had so much in common. He’s going to be so hard to replace.
Incidentally, in my previous letter I mentioned some things that I should probably keep you updated on. I ended up talking to my Management professor after all. She almost cried during our talk. Her eyes got so glossy, especially after I told her that it’s been difficult for me to get out of bed. I could tell that she understood. She gave me some advice and told me I should go see a counselor - if I wanted to of course. She wasn’t forcing the decision upon me. I knew she was right when she told me that it would help me a lot.
Also, my friend from Chicago left this week. I miss her already. We had such a good time while she was here. We went to the beach. We went shopping. We ate my favorite restaurants. I took her to her old home. And of course we watched our favorite movies. I had such a great time with her. I can’t wait until I get to visit her next.