#Dead Snow 2 en

[shatcey]

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I've written about myself here (in case you wanna know).

The meaning of the link colors is here.

I'm not a native speaker of either English or Japanese. I don't know Japanese at all, but I have my own ideas about how this language works, because I started learning Korean, and these languages have some similarities. Based on that, there may most likely be errors in my translations/posts. I use autotranslation and rewrite the text to a readable state. Some phrases are not clear to begin with, and I use my gut feeling and some experience of reading such poorly translated texts that have taught me to see meaning in them. My summaries are always full of my comments and jokes. If you prefer a clean translation, then you definitely won't like it.

So… you have every right not to trust my translations. I do them so that others can familiarize themselves with the events and main routes. Not in detail, but in general. I don't have enough knowledge for more.

There are several people who do full translations, and I am very grateful to them for what they do. This is an incredibly difficult job that requires a lot of time and concentration.

@/judesmoonbeauty @/kurishiri @/archiveikemen @/dear-mrs-otome @/dark-frosted-heart @/aishangotome @/otomehoneyybearr @/caffedrine @/aquagirl1978

Most likely, there are even more of them, I just haven't found them yet.

Currently reading (update 16/09/24):

IkePri (En): Lion seq ; IkePri (JP): Keith (on skip) IkeVil (En): Harrison ; IkeVil (JP): Ellis IkeSen (En): Kennyo IkeGen (JP): Yoshitsune

Ikemen Prince

Ikemen Villains (EN)

Ikemen Villains (JP)

Ikemen Sengoku

Ikemen Genjiden JP

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Revolution (archive)

Other games

Love and DeepSpace (archive)

VA jp (Zayne) VA kr (Xavier) VA kr (Rafayel) VA kr (Caleb)

birthday Xavier (heart rate) Zayne loves me

Mystic Messenger and Ssum (archive)

Ray April Fool's DLC Seven Pencil

Mugenro

Voiced teasers Prostitutes?

Dead games (RIP)

Comparison games

Wolfs Pets My heart on 11/11/23 Aggressively defensive Faces of the games Birthday presents Familiar backgrounds Sirius and Ibuki My fav smiles The same VA (how could it be?) Purple eyes Villain's logic Drama Princess Height Voice Why I like them (part 1) Final credits Alfons and Sebastian

Lesson of Japanese

...and grumbling

bad written story (Faust) time zones No luck (cards) That's just not fair (Jude) I don't love you, Gilbert Weekend plans Forget-me-nots Double Forget-me-nots tea Overwhelming Gilbert's card Free diamonds Cleaning

...and my scribblings

Alternative prologue IkeVamp: Prologue Picture

IkeVil: Bread Drawing lesson Innocent smile Lazy morning Vow The call of the moon

IkePri: The brave one Innocent Rose

Mixed: Husbands

[diamondmeadow]

out of context snippet

tagged by my lovely @ohyou-pretty-things

This is a snippet from a fic I tried to save my arse with last year when I wasn't able to finish my original idea for RLfest. In the end, I haven't finished this one either thought there's a good chunk written out and I have it all planned out. Hopefully one day soon.

Remus doesn’t count on being caught in a snowpocalypse at such a place—at least, not when he wakes up that morning, not when he arrives at the library, and not when he takes his first break after two hours of research on British telefantasy of the '70s and '80s. It’s actually all quite filmesque, really, and for the first time in his life, Remus is surprised to realize that these things actually do happen in his geographic location in real life as well. He has seen enough movies with this premise, but he’s always been somewhat doubtful, skeptical about things until they actually happen to him personally, though with enough common sense and empathy that people still like him well enough. Maybe that’s why Remus went into film studies in the first place. For him, watching movies has always come with learning new perspectives, seeing (other) ways of life. That’s what Remus has really been interested in since he was a small child with a heart condition, always stuck at home out of his parents’ fear that he might drop dead in the middle of the schoolyard or a street. He truly owes a lot to film.

Remus stares out of the window of the library for a good while before he fully accepts that, yes, indeed, he has been snowed in—at a library he rode a bus for 40 minutes to get to, of all places. He is snowed in to the point that it’ll be impossible to leave the building until it stops snowing, and even then, it will be impossible to get any bus back home for a few more hours before someone in the city council decides it’s a good idea to send a few snow trucks around to make life happen again. To trudge back all the way home in these conditions would definitely take at least two or three hours, especially for someone like him, who gets unreasonably tired unreasonably fast (cue the heart). Plus, Remus looks down at his Converse with a small, resigned sigh—he reckons he needs to install a different weather app on his phone. Which he promptly does, because now it seems like he has all the time in the world in this place anyway, so he might as well.

Perhaps if Remus had paid a bit more attention to his surroundings an hour or two ago, when people suddenly started leaving en masse, this exceedingly unfortunate situation could have been prevented. But at 2 p.m., after four hours of research, Remus is still enthusiastically (and unironically) into it, with the deadline for his article for Cinema Retro looming over his head. So, he doesn’t notice and keeps his nose buried in '70s magazines and movie reviews. The next time he looks up, everything outside the windows is so white he fears conjunctivitis, and there are exactly two other people on the floor with him—the librarian Remus spoke to when he arrived at the library in the morning, and a young bloke with long, dark hair and earphones in his pierced ears, sitting in the very corner of the room, his brows knitted behind a huge pile of what looks like medical books. Remus twists his mouth to the side pensively, and after a moment, starts rummaging in his messenger bag, slung on the back of his chair, for a bottle of water. He has resigned himself to the idea of being stuck here for the next several hours. Slumping backward into the backrest of his chair, he winces a little as his bony spine collides with the wooden construction. Well, these chairs are not the most comfortable to sit in for much longer. Tagging anyone who would like to do it and @lemndrps @moonwalker94 @onehundredflamingos

[phieral]

﹙ 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇: 𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑆 𝑀𝐻 ﹚𝄒ㅤ ㅤⓘㅤ 🪽

ㅤ 𝄢 Soy Phieral, o Phi. En esta Masterlist encontrarán todos los diarios de Monster High. Si estás usando computadora, presiona "ctrl + F" para tener un buscador interno en esta página, de esta forma podrás buscar el nombre del personaje de tu interés. Se aceptan recomendaciones, asimismo se aprecian reblogueos, likes, y comentarios. Los pedidos están siempre abiertos, si hay algo que te gustaría que traduzca, estaré encantada.

♱⎯⎯ 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐿𝑆𝑇𝑆 𝑀𝐻: 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 | 𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑆 | 𝐶𝑂́𝑀𝐼𝐶𝑆

𐔌♫ྀི SIGNATURE GHOULS: WAVE 1 ・Diario de Clawdeen Wolf ・Diario de Draculaura ・Diario de Frankie Stein ・Diario de Ghoulia Yelps ・Diario de Holt Hyde ・Diario de Lagoona Blue ・Diario de Cleo de Nile ・Diario de Deuce Gorgon

𐔌♫ྀི SCHOOL'S OUT: WAVE 2 ・Diario de Abbey Bominable ・Diario de Clawdeen Wolf ・Diario de Cleo de Nile ・Diario de Frankie Stein ・Diario de Lagoona Blue ・Diario de Spectra Vondergeist ・Diario de Draculaura ・Diario de Clawd Wolf

𐔌♫ྀི CLASSROOM: ACKADEMIC PUBLISHINGS ・Guía de Supervivencia para Recetas Caseras de Frankie Stein ・Guía de Supervivencia para Educación Física de Ghoulia Yelps ・Guía de Supervivencia para Ciencia Loca de Lagoona Blue ・Bitácora para Recetas Caseras de Abbey Bominable y Heath Burns

𐔌♫ྀི CAMPUS STROLL ・Diario de Nefera de Nile ・Diario de Operetta ・Diario de Toralei Stripe ・Diario de Howleen Wolf ・Diario de Meowlody y Purrsephone

𐔌♫ྀི BETWEEN CLASSES ・Diario de Jackson Jekyll ・Diario de Robecca Steam ・Diario de Rochelle Goyle ・Diario de Venus McFlytrap

𐔌♫ྀི SCARILY EVER AFTER ・Clawdeen Wolf como Little Dead Riding Wolf ・Draculaura como Snow Bite ・Frankie Stein como Threadarella

𐔌♫ྀི SCARIS: CITY OF FRIGHTS ・Diario de Frankie Stein ・Diario de Rochelle Goyle ・Diario de Clawdeen Wolf ・Diario de Jinafire Long ・Diario de Catrine DeMew ・Diario de Skelita Calaveras

𐔌♫ྀི PICTURE DAY ・Diario de Abbey Bominable ・Diario de Cleo de Nile ・Diario de Draculaura ・Diario de Spectra Vondergeist ・Diario de Lagoona Blue ・Diario de Frankie Stein ・Diario de Operetta

𐔌♫ྀི POWER GHOULS ・Spectra Vondergeist como Polterghoul ・Clawdeen Wolf como Wonder Wolf ・Frankie Stein como Voltageous ・Toralei Stripe como Cat Tastrophe ・Wydowna Spider como Webarella

𐔌♫ྀི GHOULS NIGHT OUT ・Diario de Lagoona Blue ・Diario de Rochelle Goyle ・Diario de Spectra Vondergeist

𐔌♫ྀི 13 WISHES ・Diario de Gigi Grant ・Diario de Howleen Wolf ・Diario de Lagoona Blue ・Diario de Twyla

𐔌♫ྀི FRIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION! ・Diario de Clawdia Wolf ・Diario de Elissabat ・Diario de Honey Swamp ・Diario de Viperine Gorgon ・Diario de Operetta

𐔌♫ྀི ARTCLASS ・Sketchbook de Abbey Bominable ・Sketchbook de Draculaura ・Sketchbook de Robecca Steam ・Sketchbook de Skelita Calaveras

𐔌♫ྀི NEW SCAREMESTER ・Diario de Catrine DeMew ・Diario de Clawdeen Wolf ・Diario de Jinafire Long ・Diario de Catty Noir ・Diario de Gigi Grant ・Diario de Twyla ・Diario de Invisi Billy

𐔌♫ྀི SWEET SCREAMS ・Diario de Draculaura ・Diario de Frankie Stein ・Diario de Abbey Bominable ・Diario de Ghoulia Yelps

𐔌♫ྀི ZOMBIE SHAKE ・Diario de Meowlody y Purrsephone ・Diario de Rochelle Goyle y Venus McFlytrap

𐔌♫ྀི GHOUL SPORTS ・Diario de Clawdeen Wolf ・Diario de Spectra Wonderwolf ・Diario de Toralei Stripe

𐔌♫ྀི FREAKY FUSION ・Diario de Ava Trotter ・Diario de Bonita Femur ・Diario de Sirena Von Boo ・Diario de Clawvenus ・Diario de Cleolei ・Diario de Dracubecca ・Diario de Lagoonafire ・Diario de Neightan Rot

𐔌♫ྀི MANSTER 2-PACK ・Diario de Deuce Gorgon ・Diario de Gillington 'Gil' Webber

𐔌♫ྀི MONSTER EXCHANGE ・Pasaporte de Draculaura ・Pasaporte de Lagoona Blue ・Pasaporte de Lorna McNessie ・Pasaporte de Marisol Coxi

𐔌♫ྀི GLOOM AND BLOOM ・Diario de Catrine DeMew ・Diario de Jane Boolittle ・Diario de Venus McFlytrap ・Diario de Cleo de Nile ・Diario de Jinafire Long

𐔌♫ྀི HAUNTED ・Diario de Kiyomi Haunterly ・Diario de Porter 'Paintergeist' Geiss ・Diario de River Styxx ・Diario de Vandala Doubloons ・Diario de Rochelle Goyle

𐔌♫ྀི LOVE IN SCARIS 2-PACK ・Diario de Garrott du Roque

𐔌♫ྀི BOO YORK, BOO YORK ・Diario de Elle Edee ・Diario de Luna Mothews ・Diario de Mouscedes King ・Diario de Astranova ・Diario de Catty Noir ・Diario de Cleo de Nile ・Diario de Deuce Gorgon ・Diario de Nefera de Nile

𐔌♫ྀི WHEEL LOVE 2-PACK ・Diario de Lagoona Blue y Gillington 'Gil' Webber

𐔌♫ྀི FREAK DU CHIC ・Diario de Gooliope Jellington

𐔌♫ྀི LOVE'S NOT DEAD 2-PACK ・Diario de Ghoulia y Sloman ´Slo Mo' Mortavitch

𐔌♫ྀི BRAND-BOO STUDENTS ・Diario de Batsy Claro ・Diario de Isi Dawndancer ・Diario de Kjersti Trøllson

𐔌♫ྀི GREAT SCARRIER REEF ・Diario de Kala Mer'ri ・Diario de Posea Reef ・Diario de Peri y Pearl Serpentine

𐔌♫ྀི SELF-STANDING SIGNATURE ・Diario de C.A. Cupido ・Diario de Catty Noir ・Diario de Jane Boolittle ・Diario de Casta Fierce ・Diario de Amanita Nightshade ・Diario de Finnegan Wake

𐔌♫ྀི SDCC EXCLUSIVE ・Diario de Frankie Stein ・Diario de Ghoulia Nekrocon ・Diario de Scarah Screams ・Diario de Hoodude Voodoo ・Diario de Manny Taur ・Diario de Iris Clops ・Diario de Kieran Valentine ・Diario de Djinni 'Whisp' Grant ・Diario de Wydowna Spider ・Diario de Robecca Steam ・Diario de Hexiciah Steam

𐔌♫ྀི HAUNT COUTURE ・Diario de Clawdeen Wolf ・Diario de Draculaura ・Diario de Frankie Stein ・Diario de Cleo de Nile ・Diario de Lagoona Blue

𐔌♫ྀི COLLECTORS EDITION ・Diario de Draculaura ・Diario de Skelita Calaveras ・Diario de Abbey Bominable ・Diario de Cleo de Nile ・Diario de Ghoulia Yelps

ㅤ 𔘓 ﹙ 𝔓HI⎯⎯ 𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 ﹚ 🪦 ̸̷ׅ ׄ ㅤ “𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖” ultima vez act. 25 de junio de 2024

[lichenaday]

Tips for Lichen Foraging

If you enjoy using lichens for dying, crafting, decoration, perfumes, etc., or you think you want to start, here are my tips for going out there and collecting these funky little friends in a safe manner.

1. ALWAYS harvest ethically! This means collecting lichens that are not longer in situations where they can thrive (detached from their substrate, in roadways/walkways, are likely to be destroyed, etc.), only collection lichens that are abundant and thriving, and leaving 9/10 of the lichens in any given area undisturbed.

2. Location: I find urban locations to be ideal for harvesting due to the large amount of material that can be scavenged from debris piles, roadways, walkways, woodpiles, and other areas that are not ideal for lichen growth, and places where the lichen and/or its substrate are going to be destroyed/thrown away. I often scavenge around areas where trees are being trimmed back/removed ,but do this safely, legally (without trespassing) and if possible, with consent to do so. I happen to live right by a few parks subject to regular tree trimming, as well as a commercial conifer wood that is regularly logged. But honestly, the best locations I have found? Parking lots. Yep, those trees in the grassy median of parking lots drop a lot of lichen, and the smooth roadway surface and gutters make the lichens there really easy to see.

3. Season: Winter is the best time of year to look for lichens! There is less foliage to pick through, and the bright color of the lichens stands out better against snow/dead leaves.

4. Identification: Make sure you can identify every species you collect en masse. There are lots of species that are abundant in urban areas that are easy to identify, and I recommend you start with those. Also, look online for local field guides for lichens in your region--you'll be amazed what you can find! And if you need help with identification, you can post pictures to sites like iNaturalist and GBIF and Mushroomobserver, where the community can help with ID.

5. Check for critters! Many lichens and their substrates harbor invertebrates, so try to disturb as little as possible when foraging, and leave behind as much dirt/rock/branches/bark/moss/etc. as you can. When I get my lichens home, I "process" them as soon as possible, checking them for bugs and removing other biological material so that I can return them to the outside right away. Better for you, and better for the environment.

6. Lichen foraging is a hobby, not a business. Lichens are slow growing, sensitive, and in peril in many regions. Relying on lichens for a business can often lead to overexploitation. So have fun, be safe, and treat lichens and the natural world with respect and kindness.

I am sure I am forgetting something, but I am happy to try and answer any questions anyone might have about lichen foraging/harvesting. For more tips on ethical and safe harvesting, I recommend Lichen Dyes: The New Source Book by Karen Diadick Casselman, which is where most of these tips came from.

[eclipsecrowned]

'by request' muses + how badly they break canon

MUSE: kokoro kyriakou FANDOM: a realm full of cardiovascular imagery RELATIVE: er*qus (uncle) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: not at conception when the relative had 0 backstory lore, but then the mobile game dropped, and now she is the merriest of mary sues -- and not just because she's related to a canon, either. lore has it only two apprentices survived an attack on their generation of wielders, so kokoro's dad can't even exist post-dr. multi-generational drift against canon events.

MUSE: astraea l*cis cael*m FANDOM: last legend the fifteenth time RELATIVE: n*ct (brother), r*g*s (father), and *rd*n (ancestor) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: over her knee like a single dry twig. the whole narrative kind of depends on the end of a dynasty, and here i go introducing a member that is actively defying the gods and circumstances that make victims of her male relatives. she's mostly here to explore aspects of canon that were left to atrophy tbh.

MUSE: zorya constantine FANDOM: graphics about sleuths RELATIVE: miss fishnets herself and some cunt from beatlesville DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: surprisingly, no. there have been universes in the past that show her parents having reproduced, and in fact a complementary muse i play is her brother from one such universe. i tend to default to her being a visitor from another universe rather than any particular interpretation's child.

MUSE: 'valas' d*vir FANDOM: the gate of a norse god RELATIVE: 1-2's pc (father), v*conia d*vir (mother) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: prior to 3? no. v*conia's romanced ending -- the one i pursued as a baby kadi -- has her bearing the pc's child. after the character assassination of her in 3? yep. wretcheds of the c*ast completely scrapped her canon characterization to make a one dimensional zealot of her, so everything came crashing down for valas' lore. my city now, though.

MUSE: kayden c*nnors FANDOM: marvelous graphics RELATIVE: the l*zard / dr. c*rt c*nnors (father) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: yeah. she doesn't even get a zorya pass of other lore existing that at best doesn't rule her out -- the c*nnors only ever have a single son in the whole of comics history. writing kayden in as an older daughter in the family dynamic upends decades of comics lore, and i revel in getting meta w it.

MUSE: mira snow FANDOM: a ditty of icyhot RELATIVE: br*ndon st*rk (father), ash*ra d*yne (mother), assorted canon relatives DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: ssssort of? it's implied her mother had a daughter prior to her death, and that it was a st*rk brother that was responsible. mira is me pursuing that plot thread and chasing 'what ifs' about her role in the already unconventional dynamics of w*nterfell. the big divergence is the kid is allegedly dead.

MUSE: ly*nna b*lton FANDOM: a ditty of icyhot RELATIVE: r**se b*lton (father), b*th*ny rysw*ll (mother), brothers out the wazoo DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: undoubtedly. while the lord of l33ches has many stillborn or cradle-withering sons to his name, no daughters are ever mentioned. it's pretty clear if she had survived where her brothers had not, it wouldn't be for long given her half-brother's proclivities. i am simply pursuing female horror narratives.

MUSE: laerion v*laryon FANDOM: a ditty of icyhot: revenge of the son-cousin of the prequel RELATIVE: c*rlys and rh*en*s (parents), l*ena and l*en*r (siblings) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: yep. family's fucked and then i throw another not into the fire, out into the roaring waves of their dominion. the heir who would give anything to be in his brother's shadow again. he's gonna be okay, though, bc my city now. i'm ridiculously fond of him and i can't be convinced to part with him.

MUSE: odessa h*rkonnen FANDOM: dewn RELATIVE: the h*rkonnens (extended relatives) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: not as badly as you would expect. we never get a full scope of the size of this noble house as opposed to the sparseness of their enemy's family line. an offshoot of the main line is not unthinkable, as we have no idea who in the family holds the ancestral planet together while the baron is absent.

MUSE: danae sp*ncer FANDOM: the malicious dwellers of the zombie apocalypse RELATIVE: the properly dishonorable earl sp*ncer (father) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: yes, canon makes it clear the earl is the last of his family -- but. i can argue the phrasing 'end of his illustrious line' could mean the family name dies with him, as danae would be anticipated to take her husband's name, or as i write it, that danae was disowned, disinherited, and no more a true sp*ncer.

MUSE: julia mayfair FANDOM: cawabooty RELATIVE: v*kt*r r*zn*v (great-grandfather) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: in all honesty? no. we know nothing of the man's backstory or connections prior to the war, save that he had a father who was killed by germans. this is a case where you can say anything about her great-grandfather and there's nothing contradicting or supporting you. there's no canon to break.

[aemoglobin]

my package was successfully retrieved from the post office!! i got 4 new figures (and some clearfiles). both standing Honoka figures and both large/standing Dia figures are new~

i thought i bought 2 of the same Dia figure but it turns out they WERE different, like i thought, they just happened to be the exact same type (the D prize for an anniversary ichiban kuji), and the listing for one of them didn't include the name of the outfit so i thought i had bought 2 of the same ones lol

the Snow Halation Honoka was...not in good condition. it's unlikely that i'll ever consider reselling it bc it was just Not Good. which i knew when i bid on it lol but i didn't think it would be so gross when i opened it- the box was full of dead bug things or dirt, something nasty on the bottom of the box that looked like mold but i wasn't sure. normally i keep the boxes for my figures but this one is getting tossed because it's n-a-s-t-y. luckily the actual figure is OK and the base just needed to be wiped down. her ponytail is discolored, too, which i don't think is normal but have no idea how it might have happened. i'm not too bothered by it!

Omoi yo Dia was BRAND NEW in a never-before-opened box :shock: so i got to unbox her~ she's PRISTINE~ i wish i knew how the bar thing is supposed to fit on her leg, right now it's just holding it up but i feel like it's supposed to? clamp on? but i can't figure out the angle for it so i'm not going to force it in case something breaks.

...i don't remember the song name of Dia's blue outfit but since i have the q.posket figure of it i decided i needed a Bigger version, too~ she looks sooo gorgeous ugh i love her,, she was also relatively new, her box was opened to check that nothing was broken and that was it ;A; (i don't really care too much about whether a box is pre-opened or not but opening a new box is still really fun).

i have to, like, double-check the number of prize figures that Honoka got and see if i like any of them, then those will be my next goals. she has a lot of small ones that get put up on b*yee fairly often but i'm not a fan of most of the outfits...still might have to get them Just Because. Dia has a couple more prize figures that i'm determined to get and then i'll move on to smaller ones- i think there's a couple more q.posket mini figures that i want but again i gotta double-check!

"wow Rose, how much did you spend?!" a lot cheaper than it would have cost to buy each figure from an anime convention reseller, basically, because i won each auction for less than $10 and the only thing that got me was of course the shipping fees from jp to usa lol. the last convention i went to there were at least 3 different vendor booths selling both of the Honoka figures for $30+ each, and while i haven't checked en auction sites i don't doubt that resellers would jack up the price there too, so like...i feel like i spent a normal amount!! especially since it was my xmas present to myself <3

[libidomechanica]

S deeds—this holly round the pretty pair

A tanka sequence

               1

Which got him a good way off, then quickly before me; Moore and the lamplighter from ten to see a child, and all the favored hat.

               2

Thy plighted town, far off, and chaste she sink? Ah, when he saw Ilion? Spoons’ of verse like Cromwell’s darling, on the love the season scorns?

               3

Within her—let her soft hair blown about, in sport; both senate in air: so waste not thou art my part it was there first, he blessed wight.

               4

How he’d had a wish. In versed, the fields and get the dolorous house light regret. Before wake the I sing of a single beds.

               5

St. For every human eyes. Say it out thou, to die—thus the heard and loyal unto love of whom you speake not high of the law.

               6

Is comrade of those who sail the deck o’ mountain top which makes it still to meeting. Old sisters hast thou leave us were on earth?

               7

We walked two nights, like a mermaid o’ the grasses there shadowing down the prelude soft; into her love for some dead. ’En gae hang.

               8

I have no recompense from temple-gate. Like everywhere low voices, that are snug to thee more. What finkle heart sae fu’ o’ wae!

               9

Must confidences has she: but incontinent’s illuminate mankind, and something into Johnson’s way, we’re told me time, time.

               10

Veins in my love is more holy, the mountain tops more his late; farewell: like to like, bond or free! No mortal clothing gainst his near.

               11

So, dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt; my great forefathers’ voices of the river’s path. What art thou, O Lord, art more of torment you?

               12

Not for such expenses, song, dance, among the sheepe would be written what you may betide! I fear to let the doorknobs gleamed away.

               13

But all the kitchen filled the road beside, and become a vase you saw a field doth fade, and read the waters dark abysses flow.

               14

Lay silent snow posting on these times with happy chance, and in a fit. Which heaves but mouthed, This is no better seemed to touch it grieve.

               15

Youth, and down from the House of wrong to stir a little Robin, takes care that slink from far and happy valley, come to my fooleree.

               16

Of rich array, and from the country that sweetheart was the blue deep cool bed of three. From the queen’s only constancy of Woman.

               17

Could wed itself to one devoted bed. Farewell a Welcome stepping floods his heart from the book of quickly on these are my Fall!

               18

A single, probably his fancy cannot move, she flung defiance down gagelike to press there—I look for it. What thou art just.

               19

Was it a silent& quake I would, and deep pulsation swept, the soul? How much the beames did folow Pan, the flitting on the brain?

               20

By winters lay me low; my paths are innocence and mine: yet this humble in the second birth of Christendome: but they han paund.

               21

Let’s contents of all? He venture that we linger’d; all withered and vain— she cannot see them not, till Doubt and for you appeareth.

               22

No longer standing like-hat relationship on. Yet when the fieldes so sweet and pious morning dew. Alike to praises worse.

               23

By that wakens too; and strayen abroad. Thy spirits of the King the first he told but a leaf indeed I knew in many a time.

               24

A cat, as always immoral, was fair, the solid- set, and meet below them by day. Is far out- owre the pile complication.

               25

In woe would be—that Maud’s dark arms another love for the manlier one? That was a city from God you had something, for they came.

               26

I would toss with it. The viewless wings of that, proceeded on to me, nor the flood of Loving—and, scarce even when the Partridge.

               27

Man, bursts of tissue, meridian splendour. Virgins might; that pricketh fast, that broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblem of a virtue.

               28

Or dives in yonder mountain tops more returned she call her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’! Quick tears that fine fixed point from his prize.

               29

I found, I will glove unto me. But then spring wakens at the thin undergo their new-found lantern, instead of space to die.

               30

Then Kidde of the long year; and though t is no changes, after flower. Dearer to the face; all the poplar grove I sate recoil.

               31

It flouret of that? Their day and cease to glide a sunbeams dance, like a clock, by its own keep it always thought of Madeline, St.

               32

Replying, Give Sal that! Always with fears not, but so exempt from Horace and horses and her heart did break on mountains and knows?

               33

A little time, butchered from a true love, nor when my scorn to seek my loving, you again after toil and set. He seem’d so fair.

               34

Help me to overthrowings, and fair? Amid life’s buried here you on a visions there not widely as an industrialist.

               35

Was thine, but in vain; for merit lives are scattering wynd. An everlasting was the bald streamed of joyless despair: calm and shade.

               36

And there beams thy place of birth of Death! ’ Wheel. Sing in a siren, that’s a narrower fate, the dead ere day. I could make a new pan.

               37

Of you? Could have climb’d Eve from mead to all the river, making worse than wolves and retards: already with singing: Today I bake.

               38

My paths of green. The dead ere day. Am in love as true heart so soon unriddled wonder do you, twenty leaguer, swarms of pain.

               39

The Druids’ groves; trim hamlet drains the charmed maid, I’ll tell me where it lies? To well lit, that pen doth he property and tracts of death?

               40

Is company. And back retir’d; not cool’d by his sleep our eyes! Who trusted snow, speak gently, she comes to bear, and let the true. Thee.

               41

Through me ran; and musicks mirth, a good mien, especially for foreigners— and most faire plants a free resort. Blest wi’ content thy will.

               42

Made cypress in the dark webs, her bed, bodies that clashed the mood of one general foe. The thin undergrowth; the seed; run out your foe.

               43

Of the ballad of the stones that crash’d the mone of the frail with gems; her vesper bell’s that are younger had not once beyond Alas!

               44

That shall not see till the sick: the neighbour’s brink. He comes behind his pryde, from youth, ceruse, against my doom, and breaking up your hand.

               45

Away with a livelier breakfast the sheet. And sware to me the eternal—speakers—I have been sown, nor what in the dull MS.

               46

And hide the good college turned a curious odor, a moral heights, and jest? To bless; our dear Eulalie upturns her own account.

               47

Nor mine and shade. They may ache in icy hoods and gone, over brothers, risen again with one the ledges there. Whose name of frame.

               48

Dearer being, alert. Awaits it, each in its high worlds walking. The white gauze baracan, and a word too much the breath within.

               49

For ground seem to have you all the explosion. Love is and waite. The only so formed of late. Woodman winding wells with sweet my chin.

               50

The Poet’s Mind the imaginations pith, and every span of shame of God, immortality. One lesson from temple-gate.

               51

And entered, but balk the river! Daughter, when its yeasty war is. Quenching from a censer old, As boys that chase the gloom again.

               52

Behind a purple and one, that feeds no one caressed, to find that be now posting on the mavis sang, and some recognition.

               53

—An ill death her tongue can show it, thought! As one ten times hath a psalmodic amble beneath the bridegroom stood in teares besprint.

               54

Or in these, not like a viper off, and in true speech—who speak. That was he did not therefore we lose our pypes, their dying lips?

               55

No more alone. Meant to point, I rested my heart is glad; her none like a ghost away, gone far away into the streams the heede.

               56

You of thy hand, this revel seem’d to tell. A boxwood shutting faerily lurch and. Did them all dreaming rills, and bore down besides.

               57

Hey ho! For the fertile earth and his maisters hast never flowers, to reverence in the hill-side; and now I must dream she wants.

               58

And dress, now whether reioyce or weepe for grain. Unloved, and hour and in the same thing steps of Time, and closing game, that steadies us.

               59

The Golden Year the random sun and silent Night with mother day! ’ And I, Can cloud hath he skill, but mine the bonds broken-hearted.

               60

A hunger there, a foe to reach thro’ all, to pangs of keen remorse. Thy changed the Daughter: for thy voiceless now where it no unction.

               61

If all the power of her without a dearer for a day. Ask a though I see our household peace, where all to their breast—but place.

               62

For busloads of rising sun; and Phyllis is but for pity? To quite so grateful love, whate’er our household gods protect of death.

               63

And oft in that moment of ivresse’ in love her. When ecstasy my heart would redeeming to East Hampton and deep peace with him.

               64

Which rather me? The soldier-city, till all my smart, I lo’ed her motions bothers. And orb into the iron hills, rotting meat.

               65

I am neither mind admits but, his grasp; none near. Of almost what you are not for loue to vnderfong who built a museum.

               66

With what delight as our pursuit. Slips in summer shine so rich in atonement as the site of this experienced few; and looked.

               67

And one the wild scattered every One, and woe is mine! I loved and steam of Fair Women a Farewell; go trouble was then they St.

               68

Seen up-close how they moved, she made my hair in t surmounted the narrow house, and hawthorn, and on the noise of nearness of three.

               69

Scorn might wind wake. She moved, and the dwarf buffoon stood avenged: her hand-twigs, stained mouth, and let out the large coffin-worm, the nobler ends.

               70

But a tremulously, so all uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit this I called and laid thee more. Voice had swooned, Goodnight, as the though sages may say.

               71

And I vnfitte to think such high comfort is this knot, by gentle sports within that Ida whom I left. A memory that the hills.

[cinemaslife]

#33 Zombis nazis 2

"El pútrido coronel Herzog vuelve a la carga, dispuesto a dar caza a Martin, el único superviviente de Dead Snow. La amenaza de los zombis nazis es todavía mayor, pero en esta ocasión las fuerzas aliadas contarán con la ayuda de un comando norteamericano especializado en exterminar muertos vivientes." - FilmAffinity.

Aviso para navegantes: (No he visto Zombis Nazis 1)

Martin (Vegar Hoel) sobrevive al ataque de los Zombis Nazis, perdiendo a sus amigos y a su novia en la huida, conforme avanza en el coche, se va deshaciendo de los zombis que le asedian, el último en caer es el coronel Herzog, que pierde su brazo derecho antes de caer. Poco más adelante, Martin se queda dormido al volante y cuando despierta está atado a la cama de un hospital.

Allí descubre que le han implantado el brazo del coronel Herzog, el cual, prácticamente, no domina, y mata a varias personas con él, sin ser esa la intención de Martin. Mientras tanto, logra hacerse con el contacto de un grupo estadounidense organizado que son cazadores de Nazis.

Los asuntos pendientes del pelotón del coronel Herzog no les permiten volver a sus tumbas, y para ello deben asesinar a los 3000 habitantes del pueblo, tal y como le prometió al Fuller. Y van transformando a todos los habitantes que asesinan en zombis, esperando tener un ejército mayor, cosa que aterra a Martin y a sus nuevos amigos del comando (que son 3 personas + 1).

Martin se da cuenta de que él también puede resucitar a los muertos y que estos le persiguen con lealtad, a lo que decide resucitar al ejército ruso que casi asesina, años antes, al ejército de Herzog.

Se desata una batalla campal donde el ejército ruso es masacrado, y nuestros amigos se encuentran entre la espada y la pared ante los nazis. Pero, en el último momento, se recomponen y ganan la batalla que daban por perdida.

Cuando llega el final y los amigos se separan, Martin va a buscar la tumba de su novia Hannah, esperando poder resucitarla y vivir el resto de la vida junto a ella.

"La peli es única para sacarte de la monotonía y adentrarte en un mundo apocalíptico, que es cómico por sí mismo, las situaciones lo son, las muertes lo son, la historia lo es... pero, sin ser cutre, está bien llevada, pero no puedo decir si es mejor o peor que la primera" - Cinema's Life

[cmgirlie]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by: @dilf-in-peril

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13 plus a fourteenth that's part of an exchange and hasn't been revealed yet.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

25,112

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now it's all wrestling.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Despite the Snow, Despite the Falling Snow — American Gods (TV); Mad Sweeney/Shadow Moon

Like it Rough — Our Flag Means Death (TV); Israel Hands/Lucius Spriggs (this one isn't very good and I thought I had deleted it until I checked to make this post. only lands here because it's a big fandom i guess)

Poison on Our Lips — Saw (Movies); Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Lawrence Gordon (this one's been getting a bit extra traffic now with the Saw fandom resurging)

The Lies We Tell Ourselves — Insidious (Movies); Specs/Tucker (this was never finished. it's also been getting some spillover attention from leigh whannell fans)

In the Dead of Night — The Terror (TV 2018); George Henry Hodgson/John Irving

(my most popular wrestling fic, my collected kinktober fills from last year, just barely misses this list)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I should. I try to. I used to. I rarely do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

eh I usually don't write super angsty endings. I guess the Specs/Tucker one is pretty dreary since I abandoned it at a little cliffhanger.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

excluding orgasms, Despite the Snow, Despite the Falling Snow is my only genuine angst with a happy ending. and it's a pretty cute get-together.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, my fics aren't popular or controversial enough for that

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep. Usually kinky stuff, and often stuff I myself find sort of weird. Gotta exorcise it i guess.

Funny enough, I used to write a fair bit of smut as a teen, deleted it all and spent years not writing any, and then it's been naught but smut since 2021.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no, I don't enjoy reading them either.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I'm pretty certain Despite the Snow, etc. was translated into Chinese back when I first posted it but ao3 doesn't show any related works. Maybe it got deleted?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I'm pretty fickle so I usually just stick to my favs in my current fandom. Right now it's CMJF with Joepunk contesting it for #1. My Stormpilot shipping would rear back up with every new Star Wars release so it was probably my longest-lasting ship.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Punk/AJ/Ace Steel fill for kinktober was supposed to be part of a longer fic that never got farther into than the very beginning and that extract I posted.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at showing characters' feelings through action, without much internal monologue. I've been told I balance comedy and smut well which. I don't consider myself a funny person but I do like to lean into the absurdist premises of porn i guess

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Visual description. Partially because I'm bad at it, partially because I think it adds too much fluff and avoid it. Problem is I have a very visual imagination so fics that feel super detailed in my mind end up being 200 words long with no plot, because it's all just mise-en-scène that I can't get on the page.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never really done it but I tend to enjoy when it's there. It may be cheesy but I love a good pet name in the character's native language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I dabbled a bit in Phantom of the Opera fic, but really got going in the Hannibal fandom.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

around 2017 I was really trying to make my fics feel ~atmospheric~ and I feel like I achieved that best in Despite the Snow, etc., even if it's partially adapting a scene from the book that never made it to the show (that I know of, I didn't watch past s1). I feel like I'm still plopping around awkwardly in wrestling fic so I really couldn't pick a favourite.

[cujohcaps]

tears of themis masterlist

summer breeze - fluffy fuzzy time part 1 | 2nd year anniversary - ??? | permanent cards/misc

by @kaizokucujoh ! this post is always updating - if reblogging, check original ! here i’ve compiled my screencaps for all the tears of themis event cards and illustrations from the summer breeze event to fluffy fuzzy time. ❥ if you find any mistakes, whether that be dead links or incorrect names, message me immediately or send in an ask ❥ screencaps may be updated if i edit a better version ❥ the order is based on the CN server (thank you to this doc) ❥ screencaps are sorted by each event ❥ next to each card link will be links to icon posts i’ve made with that card screencaps start below the cut

! abbreviations for the male leads may be used: XY - xia yan/luke, ZR - zuo ran/artem, MY - mo yi/vyn, LJH - lu jinghe/marius. rosa will be called mc. ! NOTE: when the CN cards are released onto global, the card name may not be updated here (lmk if you want me to change it to its EN name). i will not be updating it on its individual post.   ➜ summer breeze  ⋄ shape of you  ⋄ entwined fate - mc [1] ⋄ cool summer ⋄ twilight beauty - ljh [1] ⋄ invitations | nxx illustration  ➜ mo yi/vyn 1st birthday ⋄ a star in the night (wip) - mc [1] ⋄ birthday invitation   ➜ lost gold ⋄ iridescent heartbeat  ⋄ dreamful melodies  ⋄ heartfelt suspense ⋄ in the darkness ⋄ invitation  ➜ symphony of the night ⋄ between good and evil - mc [1] ⋄ fabulous feast - mc [1], ljh [1] ⋄ how i remember you  ⋄ fixated on you ⋄ invitations  ➜ xia yan/luke 1st birthday  ⋄ warm embrace ⋄ birthday invitation ➜ xmas partyland ⋄ por una cabeza ⋄ all through the night - mc [1] ⋄ a star in the palm ⋄ snow fairy tale ⋄ invitations | nxx illustration  ➜ a love poem to skadi  ⋄ twinkling eyes ⋄ wandering heart ⋄ blazing colours ⋄ daytime aurora ⋄ invitations ➜ love in the air ⋄ companionship ⋄ intentions ⋄ promise ⋄ keepsake - ljh [1] ➜ romantic rail getaway, part 1 & 2 ⋄ peaceful place  ⋄ will of the trees - mc [1] ⋄ sunshine after the rain ⋄ food for thought  ⋄ invitations | nxx illustration  ➜ vyn special consultation ⋄ morning glory  ➜ zuo ran/artem 1st birthday  ⋄ two hearts as one - zr [1] ⋄ birthday invitation  ➜ electrifying night ⋄ through the heavens - mc [1] ⋄ neon melody ⋄ vibrant graffiti - mc [1] ⋄ winning ball - zr [1], mc [1] ⋄ invitations | nxx illustration

➜ lu jinghe/marius 1st birthday ⋄ crown of glory - mc [1], ljh - [1] ⋄ birthday invitation ➜ artem special consultation ⋄ stretching ➜ 1st year anniversary/blissful fete ⋄ under the milky way ⋄ eternal yearning ⋄ committed ⋄ expression through art   ⋄ nxx illustration [one] [two] ➜ flower code  ⋄ entrusted feelings ⋄ unwilling to part - mc [1] ⋄ focused gaze ⋄ palpitations - ljh [1]

➜ luke special consultation ⋄ shining warmth ➜ luke solo ssr 1 ⋄ looming nightmare ⋄ xy sweet chapter 1 illustration  ➜ mo yi/vyn 2nd birthday ⋄ 昔年之缚  ➜ secrets of the tomb ⋄ overflowing thoughts - mc [1] ⋄ echoes ablaze ⋄ flickering moonlight ⋄ dimly lit - mc [1] ⋄ unusual love - zr [1] ⋄ invitation  ➜ bewitching night rave ⋄ 囚月 (XY) ⋄ 拟心 (ZR) ⋄ 溯夜 (MY) ⋄ 妄罪 (LJH) ➜ revisiting youth ⋄ 新晴 (ZR) - mc [1] ⋄ 朝华惜时 (LJH) ⋄ 纸间情眷 (XY) ⋄ 絮语无终 (MY) ⋄ invitations | nxx illustration ➜ marius special consulation ⋄ 初露 ➜ xia yan/luke 2nd birthday ⋄ 暗漪 - mc [1] ➜ marius solo ssr 1 ⋄ 潮生情动 (tideborne romance) ⋄ ljh sweet chapter 1 illustration ➜ snowfallen secrets ⋄ 瑰色余温 (XY) - mc [1] ⋄ 弦光掠影 (MY) ⋄ 浮情燃夜 (ZR) ⋄ 爱之浆果 (LJH) - mc [1] ➜ flying snow falling in the mortal world ⋄ 戏影入梦 (XY) ⋄ 野有蔓草 (ZR) - mc [1], zr [1] ⋄ 灼华于归 (MY) ⋄ 画堂春 (LJH) - mc [1] ⋄ 镌痕 (LJH top up) - mc [1] ⋄ invitation | nxx illustration ➜ butterfly kisses ⋄ 挚切 (XY) ⋄ 慕望 (ZR) ⋄ 勿忘 (MY) ⋄ 诚愫 (LJH) - ljh [1] ➜ artem solo ssr 1 ⋄ 好愿成双 (paired blessings) ⋄ zr sweet chapter 1 illustration - mc [1] ➜ dreams of childhood  ⋄ 执愿 (XY) ⋄ 沁甜绮想 (LJH) ⋄ 沐游聆心 (ZR) ⋄ 缠情如缚 (MY) ⋄ invitations ➜ vyn solo ssr 1 ⋄ 欲愈 (wish to heal) - mc [1] ⋄ my sweet chapter 1 illustration  ➜ artem special consultation 2 ⋄ 整装待发 ➜ cozy couple’s getaway, part 1 & 2 ⋄ 晖染萦沙 (MY) ⋄ 星愿心澜 (LJH) ⋄ 繁荫浮岁 (XY) ⋄ 愿者缱钩 (ZR) ⋄ invitations ➜ zuo ran/artem 2nd birthday  ⋄ 日夜相生 - zr [1] ➜ marius solo ssr 2 ⋄ 情难自匿 (unconcealable) ⋄ ljh sweet chapter 2 illustration ➜ the men from nxx ⋄ 晴絮 (XY) ⋄ 皎然 (ZR) ⋄ 旖梦 (MY) ⋄ 徘徊 (LJH) ➜ vyn solo ssr 2 ⋄ 浮华沉宵 (gilded gloaming) - mc [1] ⋄ my sweet chapter 2 illustration - mc [1] ➜ lu jinghe/marius 2nd birthday  ⋄ 炽盛不息 - mc [1] ➜ fluffy fuzzy time, part 1 ⋄ 泡影抚痕 (MY) ⋄ 犬梦留晞 (XY) - mc [1] ➜ marius special consultation 2 ⋄ 心环 you’ve reached the end of part 1! for the cards after this, check out part 2.

[luthienne]

Your blog's *chef's kiss* and I wish to ask do you have any quotes or what comes to mind when it comes to love mingled with grief/pain? Like losing someone at the stinging cost of the other? Or looking at a completed wonderful thing but knowing the pain and blood it stands on to be that way? Or when you look at someone realizing you now share hearts whether youd like it or not, that no bond in both your lives will ever come close to what both of you have(1)

how the love stiches both of you up, how achingly tender & vulnerable & warming it is and almost crying looking at where it is, how it is, what it became and what it grew from. Would love to hear if you got any that pops to your mind❤(2)

you are so kind! thank you, angel ♡ here and here are posts that reflect love mingled w grief/pain and tender/sweet love. here are a few more quotes that sort of encompass both for me:

“Not a day passes that I do not see ourselves, you and me, as we were when we met first. Every day of my life I see that.”

James Joyce, Exiles: A Play In Three Acts

“We can never go back. I know that now. We can go forward. We can find the love our hearts long for, but not until we let go grief about the love we lost long ago, when we were little and had no voice to speak the heart’s longing. All the years of my life I thought I was searching for love I found, retrospectively, to be years where I was simply trying to recover what had been lost, to return to the first home, to get back the rapture of first love. I was not really ready to love or be loved in the present. I was still mourning — clinging to the broken heart of girlhood, to broken connections. When that mourning ceased I was able to love again. I awakened from my trance state and was stunned to find the world I was living in, the world of the present, was no longer a world open to love. And I noticed that all around me I heard testimony that lovelessness had become the order of the day. I feel our nation’s turning away from love as intensely as I felt love’s abandonment in my girlhood. Turning away we risk moving into a wilderness of spirit so intense we may never find our way home again. I write of love to bear witness both to the danger in this movement, and to call for a return to love. Redeemed and restored, love returns us to the promise of everlasting life. When we love we can let our hearts speak.”

Bell Hooks, All About Love

“My heart is full not of guilt, or shame, or remorse, but of grief… Everything has become too terribly mixed up.”

Boris Pasternak, in a letter to Leonid Pasternak, from Letters Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetaeva, Rilke

Jamie Anderson // Art piece by Ikenaga Yasunari (x)

“But if it’s love, by God, what is this thing? If good, why then the bitter mortal sting?”

Petrarch, from the ‘Canzoniere’ (tr. Mark Musa)

“bittersweet, undefeated creature – against you there is no defence”

Sappho, from Poems and Fragments (tr. Josephine Palmer)

“And if I should pick out the good in you – each shard of broken light, like glass from the wreck of such beauty, and look at that – or one golden afternoon when you hovered above me in rapture, oh half god – how would I bear to lift my hands, how would I bear to close my eyes and let you fall, and love be damned?”

Cecilia Woloch, “Lucifer, Full of Light,” Carpathia

Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “The Good Fight”

“...and if I cut myself, it was you I bled.”

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”

Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper

Henry Dumas, Knees of a Natural Man; “Valentines”

“No te nombro; pero estás en mí como la música en la garganta del ruiseñor aunque no esté cantando.

I never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale’s throat even when it’s not singing.”

Dulce María Loynaz, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “Poema LVII” (tr. James O’Connor)

Marguerite Duras - India Song (1975)

“I am sad because I love you, because I love you so much, and because I am not a bee to buzz with you lightly. I am not a flower, not a tree, not a rain-hewn stone. I am not a storm or a cresting wave, not a thorn or a vine. I am not the sun stinging the water, not the moon on the snow. I am not a star in the dark. I am not the dew-wet wind, not the cloud-stained dawn. I am only a girl, a small, plain girl, a girl who must smear her lips in honey to be found sweet.”

Amal El-Mohtar, The Honey Month

“Whether it was the quality of light or the clarity of my feelings for you, I don’t know, but there was softness and no blurring. ‘This is not a lie,’ I said to myself. ‘It may not hold, but it is true.’”

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

“He takes her in his arms. He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you but he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end you're dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.”

Louise Glück, from Averno; "A Myth of Devotion"

Anna Akhmatova, Final Meeting: Selected Poetry (tr. Andrey Kneller)

“Your dying is my dying. / In you I exist—to live or not.”

Euripedes, from Alkestis (tr. Anne Carson)

Richard Siken, “Scheherazade” 

“First love tempts / then puts out our eyes.”

Salma al-Khadra al-Jayyusi, from ‘Dearest love - III’ (ed. Charles Doria), Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. Kamal Boullata)

Interactive :: House Saints by Hala Alyan

“We were the heartbreak of truth. / We were willing to break even more.”

Andrea Gibson, from The Madness Vase; “Close For Comfort”

“God, what are you doing to me? / What am I doing to myself?”

Adonis, from ‘Concerto for the Veiled Christ’, Selected Poems (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

“No. I was not afraid of him; but of myself. I seemed reborn in his unreflective eyes, reborn in unfamiliar shapes. I hardly recognized myself from his descriptions of me and yet, and yet – might there not be a grain of beastly truth in them?”

Angela Carter, from “The Bloody Chamber”

“It is true we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.”

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus

Keaton Henson, “Alright”

Velimir Khlebnikov, The Collected Poems & Writings of V. K. “My Darling,”

“But love is impossible and it goes on / despite the impossible. You’re the muscle / I cut from the bone and still the bone / remembers, still it wants (so much, it wants) / the flesh back, the real thing, / if only to rail against it, if only / to argue and fight, if only to miss / a solve-able absence.”

Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “In A Mexican Restaurant I Recall How Much You Upset Me”

The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas, tr. by Martha Zamora

Letter to Diego Rivera, July 23rd, 1935

“I want to give you everything. This is called a sickness.”

Camille Rankine, from Possession

Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours: Love Poems to God; ‘Lösch mir die Augen aus: ich kann dich sehen’, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy

“Love that incorporates, that devours the other person, that cuts the tendons of the will. Love as immolation of the self.”

Susan Sontag, from Reborn: “July, 1958”

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Tuesday 24 July 1838

4 ¾

9

Charles called us – fine morning – ready in ¾ hour – I had ordered breakfast (café au lait) for A- only .:. I merely took a mouthful or 2 of bread and drank a little water meaning to breakfast on the mountain chez le beau frère de Charles – thankful afterwards that A- had breakfasted odd at 6 10 all clear – the views of this valleys and mountains charming – but in about ½ hour some little clouds passing before us that we should probably come into by and by – in the skirts of them for ¼ hour or 20 minutes and no view till they began to clear off just on our reaching the Plateau de [Marborisa] at 7 33 where we found the man from Gèdre who is to be my guide to the Vignemale waiting for us – a gentleman a few years ago employed him to find the way to the top of this mountain inaccessible on this (the French) side – whether the gentleman was killed in the revolution or what has become of him, the man does not know but he paid him 125fr. on his having discovered the way in doing which the man and his companion who crossed a glacier in the ascent were very nearly lost in a crevasse – the man shewed a little mark or 2 on his hand of hurts then received – but the way he discovered is easy – no glacier to cross, and very little snow to cross – not more difficult than the ascent of Mt. Perdu – 8 hours walking from the last cabane but on Charles’ telling him I was a good walker the man said it would take 6 hours from the last cabane which cabane is 4 hours ride from Gavarnie in the vallée d’Ossonne – the descent upon Boucheron 6 hours – and 6 hours de marche from Boucheron to Penticouse – the descent upon Penticouse 6 hours – For taking us (myself and Charles) to the top of the pic the man asked 30fr. – I said I had been thinking of 20/. to which the man agreed at once I being to find his nourriture  (not much) and give him something on reaching the top, to drink my health with – agreed – (said nothing but mean to give him 5fr. piece) – the man to meet us at Gavarnie this evening and all 3 to sleep at the Cabane leaving A- to sleep at Gavarnie and meet me and Charles at Bouchero at 3pm tomorrow – all settling took about 10 minutes or more .:. it was about 7 ¾ when we were off again – had had a steepish ascent so far ‘une montée rude’ said Charles – 2 hours more of ascent before we reached the cabane at [Poyerabie] at 9 ¾ but it had been clear since leaving the Plateau de Marborisa, and sunny, and the morning delightful – en passant, had had a moments’ peep at the Chapelle de Héas – but we left the cascade de Gloriette at a little distance (left) saw nothing of it – or the pretty wooded slope down into the valley de Héas and this upper part of the valley d’Estaubé, after reading of M. Chausenques’ preferring the valley d’ Estaubé to every other valley of the Pyrenees to pass 2 or 3 weeks in disappoints me? I observed to A- that the meadows looked like English grass plots – the hay just what would come off an English grass plot after 2 or 3 weeks from the last mowing – several peasants mowing and busy in their hay – but very few granges – 2 fine large flocks of sheep on the opposite side the valley farther on – the pasturage let to strangers to people from near Tarbes – Thankful again and again that A- had breakfasted – I began to feel the want of mine – the cabane here (at [Poyerabie]) in the style of that at [Golles]  (on the ascent to Mt. Perdu) – but instead of being roofed by impending rock, all built up with stone and roofed with wooded spars and sods – about 4ft. high within, and long enough and broad enough for the five bergers to sit and churn in (shake their sheep-skin-bags with the milk in them till the butter forms) and to lie down in – perhaps 9 or 10 ft. long and 6ft. bread within § - Charles asked if I would have pâte – yes! would taste it – a little of dead dried grass gathered from the mountain side served to light the little fire of jumper roots and branches which smelt quite fragrant while burning – a largeish pan full of crème (it seemed like one butter milk) with [Q.S.] of Indian corn flour and a little salt was set to boil slowly, and in an hour the pâte was ready – a thick porridge – I should have thought they had put some grease (as in the Gollis soup) in it, if they had not assured me to the contrary – it tasted strong – but really very tolerable – A-liked it – I cautioned her not to eat much saying it was strong – Charles thought it could not hurt anybody – the bergers have no meat – but bread and milk for breakfast and supper and pâte at noon – I did not take much but more as I found afterwards than my stomach would bear – had before eaten some bread (which had luckily been put into A-‘s basket at home to fill up with) and drunk a little old milk (skimmed – petit lait) and I now ate up the bread with butter just fresh churned from the sheep-skin bag, and had also some of the shepherd s’ bread (wheat ½ rue) and made a good breakfast at 11 – having had plenty of time to look about me – the entrance

§ to the cabane about 3ft. high and 2ft. or not so much wide the little fire-place close to it in the south end of the place towards les murailles d’Estaubé

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opposite the little fireplace at the south end a little open hole in the north end wall perhaps about a foot square or not so much for the light let in by it and by the door hole or rather entrance hole for no door not enough to shew the countenances of the 2 bergers sitting at a. and b. churning – the middle part the hollow between the 2 bancs was covered with the capes of the bergers and so dark I could distinguish nothing even after I had sat a minute or 2 in the cabin shewing the men my clasp knife which interested them much – but the smoke affected my eyes and sent me out to A- sitting on the sunny walled up (stones and mud) banc at the south outside end of the cabane in which the present 5 bergers had lived 3 seasons – but would be away on the mont de Bergons on the 1st of next month the pacage ici being let aux étrangers from that day – Mt. Perdu from here like a little mammelon [mamelon] on the top of the Marboré – can go by the valley de Cambiel to the vale d’Aure on horseback (Charles’s beau frère, married his wifes’ sister, would be our guide with Charles) but not by the pont de Canaa could only go on foot by the Pont de Canaa – cannot see this port from here – it is at the extremity of the valley de Héas, and hid from here by the mass of mountain parting the 2 valleys (of Héas and Estaubé) could go from here on horseback by the Pont de Pinède, but could not get the horses down on the Spanish side – From the P. de Pinède, Port Vieux, and P. de la Canaa one descends upon Notre dame de Pinède (chapel) – sitting on the outside banc of the cabane, en face des murailles d’Estaubé, le cylindre forms the right end of the cirque; about 1/3 from that a brêche laisse voir la neige sur le versant Septentrionale du Mt. P- and a glacier reaching down to the bottom of the brêche § (i.e. about midway the whole height of the cirque or murailles and about the level of the Pont de Pinède) and Mt. Perdu itself does not appear from here higher than the rest of the cirque, or murailles – glittering cone of snow a mere filling up the end of the brêche – at 1/3 farther the Pont de Pinède, a brêche seeming about twice the breadth of the other brêche – and at 1/3 farther the cirque or murailles terminates in a 2 pointed (rather obtuse-pointed) conical mass of rock and another brêche seeming about ½ the depth of the other brêches, wider than the 1st and less wide than the 2nd, and this last forms the Port Vieux – the left side of this last brêche being formed by the rocky mountain (not lower than the right side 2 pointed mass) that in a long line of mountain which almost immediately from the Port Vieux becomes more or less striped with lines of green – separates our valley of Estaubé from that of the Héas -                       §Ramond escaladé (got up) this glacier steep as it is, but his trouble in vain, Mt. P- being quite inaccessible de ce côté – Spanish smugglers have come along the foot Mt. P- and have descended this glacier –

sometime before arriving at the cabane (from the plateau de Marborisa) perhaps about ½ way Charles pointed out the place near the gave where the man was shot by a Spaniard during the 1st French revolution in the evening of the same day, and with a ball in the forehead in the same place respectfully in which he the man had shot a ball into the forehead of the virgin Notre dame at Héas, in the morning! –

Delighted with our view from the cabane of the murailles (or cirque) d’Estaubé – off from the cabane at 11 50 – our views of Mt. P- now clear, now tipped or streaked with cloud, very fine – to me very interesting, as we climbed up from the cabane higher and higher over l’herbe glissante, or rough slippery rock on which my own feet were scarcely much more those of my little horse (mare) but Charles would make me ride as well as A- who said nothing but went on very quietly – for said Charles you will have plenty to do yet – it was always agreed to take Charles’ beau frère as guide from the cabane but Charles had luckily taken also another of the bergers who, as he said at 1st, had merely gone because he chose to walk a little of the way with us – but a la suite, I know not what we should have done without him – at 12 ¾ stopped 10 minutes for the 2 guides and our 2 bergers to sit down, and wet their lips – (no wonder – la montée était bien rude) – and here the Marboré just in sight – several specimens of contorted rock here – and on the side of the Piméné up to the green just under the Pic – after a desperately hard [?] of it for the horses, alighted at 1 – my horse turned loose and A-‘s and the baggage given in charge of the berger and Charles’s beau frère mounting with us to carry A-‘s basket and cloak and my light tartan ditto and the 2 guides, one on each side of A-, got her on very nicely, I following – we had walked or climbed about 10 minutes or ¼ before and were halting on a little bit of level when my horse cam frisking up to us having scrambled up somehow – the opportunity too good to be lost – A- was mounted – the bridle had been taken off to let the animal graze but the halter was round its neck – and A- literally rode to within a very short distance of the Petite Pic – for we arrived there at 1 48 and out of the 48 minutes from the time of alighting at 1 she had only walked 18 minutes a few stone rudely piled together to mark the Petit to which we had had about ¼ hour of scramble up the bare, scaly (argillo [argile] schisteuse) rock with here and there little while saxifrage and a very pretty little pink flower and pencil geranium etc. growing on the little hedges – very fine, magnificent view from the petite pic of the Marboré, the cirque de Gavarnie and all the sea snow-spotted of mountain tops around, and here we sat down -   I saw that A-‘s head would not, even if her legs would, carry her much higher; for the crête was indeed a crête a giddy narrow ridge along which I felt that my own head in its then aching state would not be trop forte – my breakfast had disagreed with me and I had had more or less of bilious head-ache for the last couple of hours – advised A-‘s not going higher and she willingly took my advice, and we left Pierre with her, and in seven minutes at 1 58 had reached the smutty – it was a glorious sight to look upon – a noble congregation of mountain tops – Vignemale and its glacier the largest in the Pyrenees – the Marboré and its cirque, and its cascade – but the pic d’Astazou hid the glacier-vallon of its source, and thus shut out 1/3 (400ft.) of its fall – Mt. Perdu shewed his head quite clear and towering Spanish mountains formed a fine background on each side the Marboré – the Pont de Bouchero seemed easy – snow lying near the top; but Charles said it did reach the road and A- would get on well tomorrow – the higher valley of Las Espessières seemed parallel with the valley of the P. de Bouchero – Charles pointed out the spot where lay the Cabane at which we were to sleep

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tonight, and the 2 pointed hill or lower mountain at the foot of which we were gain the Spanish side of the Vignemale evidently inaccessible from the French side – the 2 men lost 2 years, were lost near the foot of the Glacier (on their way from Cautertz [Cauterets]) – Poor Charles he seems not particularly anxious for the montée – sure we shall have plenty to do – and not sure of the weather – began to doubt what the Gèdre said about the facility of getting up – would like to consult the other man – thought we could hardly get to the cabane tonight– I merely said nous verrons – clouds were already in the distance over Tarbes and the mountains beyond Argeles [Argèles] – the fine clear on the summit had rather relived my head, so that I got down again in 7 minutes better than I had got up – not difficult climbing but so precipitous my head would scarcely carry me – Charles walked down and bade me to do the same which I did in fact he taking hold of my hand saying n’ayez pas peur – marches hardiement [hardiment] – as we stopt cautiously from ledge to ledge – but on getting back to A-, and looking up again, I felt as if I could not tell how we had managed to get up – the crête is so narrow one cannot go along it without seeing down the precipice on each side – poor A- turned her head away and could not bear to see us come down – the grand pic seems a cone with just one ridgy line 4 or 5 ft. or less broad so ledgy that one get up – the area at the top is very small indeed rather oval – perhaps 6 or 7 yards the smaller diameter and 10 or 11 the larger – if so much – the whole of the cone or pic quite bare –

on the Piméné up to the little pic

Thrift

pencil geranium

Daisies

Gentinella

centaury? or a little saxifrage?

little pink flowers the whole plant not growing on the little narrow ledges of the grand pic

Azalea procumbus Wednesday 12 September (vide 4 September)

on the [Coumélie]

lis Martagon

Iris

jumper

rhododendron ferrugineum

aconite

garance sauvage? the root good for toothache

anisette in the wood  close above the road from Gèdre to St. Sauveur  

Left the high pic at 2 25 Friday 27 July back again to A- at 2 32 she had the yolk of a hardboiled egg and we sat looking about us till 3 – the princess! de la Moscowa had been got up to the grand pic – but A-‘s head could hardly bear the petit pic – and indeed the little ridge or crête we sat upon was not more than a few feet (5 or 6ft.) board but the grand pic above the mass of mountain we had ascended below, and the 3 men standing on one side a lower ledge towards the cirque de Gavarnie (west) and on the other the precipice being rather less perpendicular, we sat comfortably – off on our way down again at 3 A- between the 2 guides and getting on very slowly, her head evidently not stronger than the occasion required – at 3 18 reached the place where A- had dismounted we had sent one of the bergers round with the horses to meet us down below on the montagne d’allanz and we had a steep, rough, shingly rocky, untracked scramble down A- getting on slowly till about 3 ¾ when after a scramble down an arête of rock (a wall) we were obliged to cross a piece of steep slippery snow which took us 10 minutes or ¼ hour A- still between her 2 guides and apparently hardly able, from fright or fatigue or both, to drag one foot after the other, or I think we should have passed this only bit of snow in 5 or 6 minutes – dragged on poor A- about ¼ hour farther to warm her feet till 4 20 and she then sat down on a piece of rock, and had a couple of little humps of sugar steeped in brandy which seemed to refresh her – we sat down again at 4 40 but here we had l’herbe glissante – my sick headache which had latterly been very bad here relived itself and as I lay down at a yard or 2 distance from A- my stomach rid itself of the pâte without anybodys’ knowing anything about it till I told A- I felt relived – it was 5 10 before we got to the horses and then a good deal of cloudiness striped (in striped) across the pic d’Astazou and towards the cirque de Gavarnie – we were only just up in time – A- mounted but got off two or 3 times afterwards and walked very well – I walked all the way back till about 10 minutes from the Inn at Gavarnie where we arrived at 7 I more tired from sickness and headache than anything else – the Inn full – but on my saying we must go to Gèdre, the people seemed determined to exert themselves – we dined as I proposed in the garret, and I proposed sleeping there but A- thought it would be close, and some country people turned out of the 4 bedded room over the kitchen and I was comfortable enough tho’ there was about a board-floor between the kitchen and us and every sound was heard – dinner about 7 ½ - A- had a veal cutlet and bread and butter and cheese – I a little weak brandy and water and then a basin of boiled milk and dry bread with a little butter – Charles came at 7 ¼ to say the Vignemale guide was come – Charles afraid of the cloudiness and advised waiting for moonlight – so did A- too late at any rate to go to the cabin tonight and without sleeping there could not possibly reach the summit of the Vignemale in time -  .:. sent word by Charles that I should probably go to the Vignemale a few days hence, 10 days or a week, sooner or later and would let the man know – considering the terms and all that to be fixed – but that if it should happen that I did not go at all, I would give the man a 5fr. piece for the trouble he had already had – this last part of the story Charles thought very handsome, and seemed pleased saying that by this means I was sure of always being attended to – came to our room at 8 ½ - very fine day

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I’m doing 25 days of Christmas on this blog this year!

Rules: can request poly relationships, only repeating 2 characters for the list. FIRST COME FIRST SERVE! I’ll be updating this list as I get the requests in for it. List by @smolwash

SERIES YOU CAN REQUEST:

One piece, Dead by daylight, TMNT (any series but if you want a certain one specify in your ask), Beetlejuice, Be more chill, overwatch, horror characters (scream, IT, etc.), danganronpa (1, 2, Udg, 3), and Kagerou project/mekakucity actors.

I did this last year on my other blog, but I never finished it. So this year I’ll be finishing the list as Christmas time comes along!

Here is the list!

1. Hot Chocolate-Billy and Stu (scream)

2. Presents-Dwight Fairfield

3. Tinsel-Michael Mell

4. Tree-Beetlejuice

5. Star-Sombra

6. Angel-Squip

7. Secret Santa-Rise of the TMNT (Donnie)

8. Home for the Holidays-Trafalgar Law

9. Christmas Movies-Billy and Stu

10. Stockings-Mondo Owada

11. Christmas Dinner-Ayano

12. What Christmas Means to You-Trafalgar Law

13. Christmas Card-TMNT 2012 (Raphael)

14. Christmas Party-Roronoa Zoro

15. Eggnog-Ene

16. Blizzard-Mercy

17. First Snow-Chopper

18. Reindeer-Robin

19. Sledding-Luffy

20. Family-Tiffany Valentine and Chucky

21. Snowman-Claudette

22. Toy Store-Shanks

23. Wrapping Paper-Michael Myers

24. Paper Snowflakes-Anna (Huntress)

25. Christmas Morning-Tiffany Valentine

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Alright so, can I share this mini-comic that I found on Pixiv ?

The translation might be off because I litteraly pulled it from Google Translate but I wanted to share it anyway

Link to the original : 【ばらひま】雪と消失点で踊る | 峰子 #pixiv https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/64462318

If the original creator wants me to put it down just contact me

The reading sense goes right to left (like in a manga)

Dancing with the snow and the horizon (?)

1819

"I was worried after all and tried to come back"

"Alright, France-kun?"

"Are you sleeping ?

- I'm dead.

- Thankfully for you, I want you to go home.

- You're burning the national flag a lot

Have you been cornered?"

"No, it's because I am/Russia is cold.

You'll die if you stay like this

I wonder if it's better for me."

"Hmm... I don't know but... Naho (?) is dead.

Thats it !

Dance with me !

"You'll get warmer if you move tour body

I learned western dance recently

We're like a man and a woman dancing

It can't be helped"

(I couldnt tranlate this page sorry)

"1 2 3

1 2 3

1 2 3

1 2 3"

"Hey,

I wonder if..."

"... you can dance well, France-kun?"

Ten images limit :/

Part 2 here -> https://0mega-x.tumblr.com/post/644536118195437568/ah-france-kun-are-you-alright-what-went

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Couples Retreat ~ KSJ [M] [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 6.1K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluff, smut (fluffy smut) mentions of cheating Namjoon, fluff, a TINY angst

↬↬↬Pairing: Seokjin x reader

↬↬↬A/n: Okay I had a lot of fun with this one and I normally don’t say that about fluff, I’ve been trying to work on my writing style so let me know what you think and I hope this is okay for you love

The small car that you were travelling in pulled into the snow-filled driveway and you were in 'awe' already of the small log cabin in front of you it was gorgeous and looked like something from a Christmas movie. It was pitch black outside since you'd come out in the dead of night but there were fairy lights lining the triangle roofing that was shining through despite being covered by snow you were sure that if it was snowing right now the scene would be something straight out of a snowglobe. 

"I'll get the bags, go inside," Jin said as he handed you a small silver key, by the bags he meant your bags because this was going to be a peaceful weekend alone for you. The bags were also filled with mostly his clothes and parts of yours he'd found around the dorms back home, you couldn't go back to get your own. Not after how you'd found the house. You were never going to go back there for as long as you lived, too many images and too many bad memories.

"Thanks again Jin this is- this is whoa." You whispered struggling to think of words on how to thank him for everything he was doing and everything he'd been doing since finding out the news about you and Namjoon or rather what Namjoon had done. 

"I told you it's what friends are for." You sighed, he'd been saying that the entire drive up but it didn't make any of it easier. You wanted to thank him properly for this it was supposed to be your weekend away with Namjoon but after what you walked in on him doing you doubted that there would ever be and you and Namjoon again. You flicked on the light switch inside the cabin and it lit everything up, the lounge and kitchen were joint together while the two bedrooms were split between a giant fireplace in the middle each with their own en-suite inside. It was like the perfect little getaway place. 

You'd had one of the worst days at work that you could have had, your boss had done nothing but hound you about some report that was due but it wasn't within your jurisdiction to write it. Instead, it was down to the intern that he was fucking to do but she was too busy getting her rocks off to even bother with it so it was passed down to you. All you wanted to do was get home, crawl into bed beside Namjoon and sleep away until you could leave on your romantic getaway the next day, 

"What the-" The front door was locked which was odd because Namjoon only locked the door when he was going to the studio and he'd told you he wasn't going there today. That he was going to spend the day packing up your bags for the weekend away at Jin's family winter cabin. The keys in the door jingled with all of the keychains that you had on them and you frowned seeing Namjoon's coat and shoes by the front door so he was obviously home. You took your keys from the door and bent down to pick up the post as you shut the door behind you, 

"Namjoon? Are you home?" You called out to an empty apartment, you were about to head into the living room when you heard something bang upstairs from the bedroom. You dropped the keys into the bowl at the bottom of the stairs and kicked off your shoes as you flicked through the letters you had in your hand. 

"Namjoon I was thinking we could head up to Jin's early? I'm feeling really deflated from work." You laughed it off as you stared at all of the letters while opening the door. You hadn't even noticed at first until you heard a scream, you looked up to see him naked with another woman. 

"N-Namjoon?" Your voice broke and the letters dropped onto the floor as you came to the realisation of what they were doing in the bed together, you stumbled backwards into the door and tried to make a quick retreat out of the house. 

"Y/n wait!" Namjoon called trying to get out of the tangled sheets and come after you but you were already out into the street as he reached the front door. 

"Y/n!"

"Don't! Don't Namjoon," You turned around to see him standing there in nothing but a sheet, all you could see when you looked at him was him in the bed with her. In your bed where you should have been,

"Y/n please don't walk away from me," You scoffed at how he was acting, as if he was the hurt one in this situation. You opened up your car door right as the blonde he'd been with came to the door and shouted Namjoon to come back to her, you stared at him as if daring him to go back to her. You wanted to know what he was going to do, throw 5 years of a relationship away for some hookup or try to make it even remotely okay with you? His back slowly turning towards the door gave you the answer you'd been dreading and you got into the car. 

Tears filled your eyes as you pulled into Jin's driveway, you had no idea if he would even be home or if he'd be alone you just had to get out of the house and away from Namjoon. 

"Jin?!" You called out as you frantically banged on the door waiting for an answer but there was nothing. 

"Jin?" Your voice trembled as you finally succumbed to the tears that had been threatening to spill since the moment you left your driveway that night. Everything about seeing him with her kept rushing back to your head when you tried to close your eyes, you just wanted to get the image out of there. But the way she called out his name when she stood at the door...as if she owned the place.

"Fuck," You sobbed rolling down the door and bringing your knees into your chest as your lip began to tremble you finally let out a shaky breath as you cried into your knees. 

"Y/n?" You heard Jin's voice call out, he'd heard you whimpering when he got out of his car and he found you curled up in a ball on his doorstep. 

"What are you doing here? Where's Nam-" He stood himself from asking that last question when he saw your tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes. 

"Can...Can I come in?" He nodded and helped you up from the floor, walking behind you with his hand on the small of your back. You hadn't told him anything but he could tell whatever it was wasn't good. 

"There are fresh towels in the bathroom for you, and I think I had someone stock up the fridges and cupboards so you'll be okay for food," Jin said as the grand tour of the log cabin came to an end. Your arms were wrapped around you tightly, you were standing in one of his hoodies and some sweatpants of Jimin's. All of the clothes you were going to bring were back at the house and you'd begged Jin not to take you back there. Instead, he took you to the dorms to grab clothes from there and then drove you straight up into the mountains promising you it would help get your mind off things. If Namjoon had been the one to bring you up here - like he was supposed to - Jin wouldn't have needed to come but you'd never been and so he wanted to make sure you knew your way around. You knew it was going to mostly get away from the media that was going to be spread soon enough, there was no doubt in your mind that whoever it was that had been with Namjoon was going to tell everyone she knew that she'd been with him. 

"I feel bad if I send you home tonight Jin, it's late." You whispered to him as you noticed him getting his car keys from his pocket. It was 2 am and the roads were going to start getting icy, you didn't want to risk him getting hurt just because you needed the getaway. 

"I'll stay the night and then I'll leave you to it, I have to go and have words with him." You knew how Jin was feeling, he'd voiced his opinion the moment you told him what Namjoon was doing or rather who he was doing. He didn't want to leave you there alone though, he didn't want you to think that you had to go through all of this alone. He wanted you to be able to talk to him about anything without worrying about him going back to Namjoon and talking about you because he wouldn't do that.

"You should get some sleep, it's been a long day for you." He told you as he nodded over to the main room of the house, you'd already been inside when he gave you the tour. 

The room was huge and in the middle was a four-poster bed with red silk sheets on the top, 

"I put some of Yoongi's basketball shorts in for you to sleep in," Jin explained pointing at the suitcase that was by the end of the bed, you thanked him once again before saying goodnight to him, he shut the door on you and went to the other room to get some sleep.

You laid there awake for what felt like hours until you finally sat up, the sun was just starting to peek through all of the trees that were surrounding the house which meant it was probably around 6:30 in the morning and you hadn't slept a wink all night. You couldn't though, every time you closed your eyes it was like you were back in that room with them but it seemed to drag on forever in your mind. Every blink made you think of the way he looked at her, it was the way he used to look at you. You didn't think he was unhappy, as far as you knew everything was perfect between you and Namjoon until now then your mind wandered to how long this had been going on for behind your back, how long he and her had been laughing about everything you did. It was too much and you had to stop thinking about it. 

Sliding out from under the silk sheets you grabbed some shorts from the suitcase and another one of Jin's oversized hoodies and made a beeline for the en-suite, you'd been dying to use that shower with the jets since the moment you walked into the en-suite and saw them all sitting there.

The door to Jin's room opened and he grumbled something as he came out, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to wake himself up. 

"Morning, I made coffee. Do you want some breakfast?" He was shocked to hear you so cheerful this morning, he was sure he was going to come out and find you crying on the floor but you seemed to be putting on a good face. 

"I'll take a coffee for the road," You made an 'urm' sound as you tried to think of a way to tell him that he wouldn't go going anywhere anytime soon when he heard the radio talking in the background, 

''That's right folks if you're up there in the mountains expect to be snowed in for the weekend as there's a snowstorm coming this way. Keep your winter socks on and get settled in front of the fireplace as it's going to be a cold one." You turned back to look at Jin who nodded, he was used to being snowed in up here so it was no big deal to him. 

"Looks like I'm hijacking your weekend, I'm sorry." You shook your head at him promising him that it was fine. In a way, you were relieved not to have to go through this weekend alone and spend every waking moment wondering about Namjoon back home, you and Jin got along great so it would be just like hanging out with a friend. 

"I'll take breakfast, what are we having?" You softly smiled at him and shrugged your shoulders.

"What do you fancy?" You opened up the fridge, he wasn't kidding when he said someone had stopped by to stock it up. The only time you'd ever seen a fridge so full of food was whenever you went grocery shopping with Namjoon. 

"Whenever we had snow days as kids my mum would make pancakes." You grabbed milk and eggs from the fridge and went hunting for flour in the cupboards. 

"Why was I cursed with such tiny limbs?!" You cried out upon seeing the flour on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard, Jin chuckled from behind you as he watched you struggling to climb onto the countertop and get the flour. 

"Want a hand?"

"I've got it, I've got it." You didn't have it, in fact, you were never going to have it because you couldn't even manage to get one leg onto the counter. Jin's presence was only let known when he stood really close to you and reached up to get it for you. 

"Thanks." You whispered turning around in his arms and taking the bag of flour from him, he smiled down at you just now noticing how your eyes seemed to highlight your face very well. 

"Anytime," His voice sounded like it could make the angels sing, it was a lot like his singing voice but you'd never noticed until you were this close to one another. You cleared your throat and went on to continue making the pancakes that he'd asked for. 

After the kitchen encounter, Jin tried to stay away from being that close to you again. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable with him being there but he wasn't going to lie to himself and say that having you right there wasn't nice. He kept imagining himself bending down to kiss you, pushing some of the hair from your face and holding you there while you made breakfast together, he shook his head trying to get the image out of his brain. You'd just broken up with Namjoon and he was supposed to be there for moral support instead of trying to kiss you.

"Jin!" He sat up from the sofa in a panic and dropped the book he was holding, you sounded scared and he was panicking thinking something had happened to you. He burst through the bedroom door to see you clinging onto one of the bedposts while pointing at the floor. 

"Spider!" He screamed jumping onto the bed beside you and holding onto the same bedpost, 

"What are you doing?! Get the spider!" You whined looking at it as it crawled along the floor towards the en-suite, you'd come in to get changed when you saw it chilling right next to your suitcase. 

"What if we just give it the log cabin as a sign of gratitude for not eating us!?" It didn't help that both of you were deathly afraid of all creepy bugs and that thing shouldn't even be classified as one, it was far too large to be classified as a bug. Might as well call it a pet.

"Could put a saddle on it and ride it down the mountain." A shiver ran up your spine as you spoke watching it walk into the en-suite, Jin watched as you carefully got down from the bed and shakily took a class from the bedside table, 

"What..What are you doing?" He stuttered out joining you back on the floor as you crept over to the bathroom door, 

"Saving us from burning the entire log cabin down." You whispered as if the spider could hear you both and somehow catch on to what you were about to do. 

"Deep breath," You whispered to yourself but Jin did one for you, 

"Not you stupid," You grumbled quickly pouncing onto the floor and placing the cup on top of the spider, 

"JIN PAPER QUICK!" You squealed watching as the poor guy tried to get out of the glass in your hand, Jin rushed around the room looking for something to use when he found some. 

"Thanks," He pushed himself against the wall as you carefully picked up the spider, cup and paper combo and walked out of the bedroom in the direction of the front door. You knew spiders couldn't survive in snow so you headed straight to the trees and place the combination of items onto it before running away and slamming the door shut behind you. 

"I didn't want to kill him...he could have had a family." Jin stared at the back of your head as you felt empathy for a spider, his facial expression softened as he watched you watching the cup for a couple of minutes before going back to your own room to do something else. He couldn't help but think about how cute you were when you did all of that, especially when he knew you were just afraid of all bugs like him. 

"What are you doing?" You questioned later in the night when you heard Jin clattering around in the kitchen, you turned away from the book you were holding to see him pan in his hand as well as trying to carry other ingredients. 

"Hot chocolate, come help." You closed the book you were reading and walked over to him to see what needed to be done, 

"Get me a gallon of milk from the fridge and then the cinnamon from the spice rack." You gave him a sarcastic salute before walking away to get the ingredients he'd asked you for. 

"Carefully pour the milk in here." He tapped the pot and watched you pour the huge bottle of milk right into the pan while he began weighing out everything else you needed, 

"Can you get the cocoa powder-" He stopped talking when he saw you staring at him blankly, 

"You're taller you get it." He smirked knowing you were still annoyed that everything you needed was on the higher shelves of the cabin, it was the same with the book you'd picked out to read. It had been on the tallest shelf and you couldn't get it down resulting in you waking Jin up from a nap to get it for you. 

"If we're making hot chocolate can we bake as well?" You questioned looking over his shoulder at the stocked cupboards, there was enough in there to make an entire army a bunch of cookies, cakes and still have room left over. 

"Sure, find a recipe online." You took out your phone and the smile from your face fell off. You had calls from Namjoon sitting there, texts and even alerts on twitter to tell you the latest news story updates. It was out in the world that you and Namjoon broke up, photos of him dressed in nothing but a sheet were splashed around the internet and while you felt bad that they were out there in a way he deserved it for what he'd done for you. 

"What is it- Oh." Jin's voice fell flat, he'd forgotten that the rest of the world even existed outside of the cabin with you and it was all coming back to him that you were one of his friend's ex-girlfriends and he was cosying up to you. 

"It's fine. I'm okay," And you were, spending time with Jin was starting to take your mind off of it all, you never thought it would like this but if this was what was helping to keep you distracted you would keep on at it. 

"Let's bake okay?" He told you poking your cheek with a spoon as he awaited more instructions on what you needed from the cupboard in order to make the best cookies he was ever going to have in his entire life.

"Nothing can beat my mum's cookies." He exclaimed as he began stirring the pot of milk to bring it to a boil, you scoffed at him. 

"You haven't tried mine yet."

You slapped his hand away as he reached for a cookie before the movie even started, 

"Kim Seokjin I will break that hand." You giggled at him as he tried to go for another cookie. Once the opening credits began on the Christmas film you'd selected - yes a Christmas film in November - you handed him one cookie staring at his face while you waited for him to bite into it. He looked at you in the corner of his eye, 

"Is this the part of the trip where you poison me?" You nodded dramatically and he bit into the cookie chewing on it. The outside was the perfect crunch but yet the inside had that classic chewy centre that had his mouthwatering and begging for more. You could already tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying them, 

"Told you mine were better." You teased giving him another cookie and directing your attention to the movie.

Jin's eyes kept dancing over to you whenever he heard you quoting the movie under your breath, it made him chuckle to hear you recite the lines back to the TV. 

"Merry Christmas ya filthy animal." You made the gun noises, 

"And a happy new year." He started chuckling and you looked at him to see what he was finding so funny when you came nose to nose with him, 

"S-Sorry, I know how annoying it is I'll stop-"

"No, don't, It's cute." You felt a warm feeling spread up the back of your neck and into your ears as he indirectly called you cute, you bit down on your lip eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes while the movie ran in the background.

"C-Cute?" You whispered and he nodded slowly at you as he leant in towards you, you leant up. Neither of you were thinking about anything and once your lips touched the rest of the world melted away. The movie faded into silence, Namjoon was out of your mind you were just there with Jin. His hands came up to cup your cheeks while yours worked their way onto the back of his neck moving closer to him until the plate that had been holding the cookies slipped from his lap and smashed onto the floor. You sprung apart from one another and he looked at the plate. 

"I'll clean it up," You nodded frantically trying to calm down your rapidly beating heart from the Earth-shattering kiss that had just happened between you both. 

"I'm...I'm going to go and er...I'm going to go and shower," You said nervously before leaving the living room and going straight into the en-suite within your room. You stared at yourself in the mirror, you'd just made out with Jin on the sofa. Jin who was your ex-boyfriend's best friend. Your ex-boyfriend who had cheated on you. You bent down splashing cold water onto your face as you tried not to think about the kiss but it was hard not to. It was one of the most amazing kisses you'd ever experienced in your life, you could still feel his touch on you as you stood up and stared at yourself once again. What were you thinking? He was Namjoon's best friend, you couldn't kiss him again...even though you really wanted to. Everyone would have something to say about it if they found out. 

The next day it was as if nothing had happened between you and Jin, you almost thought that maybe it was some kind of hyper-realistic dream that you'd had until you found the broken plate in the bin. You and Jin hadn't spoken all day, when he was in the living room you were hiding out in the bedroom and when he was in his room you were in the kitchen trying to eat before he came out. You didn't know how to act around someone you had just kissed you who you weren't supposed to kiss even if it did feel right to you both.

"What are you doing?" Jin asked when he watched you walk in from the snow and walk over to the fridge, you looked over at him. 

"Building a snowman." You held up the carrot in your hand and he stood up from the sofa, you'd thought he was still hiding out in his room which is why you'd come in from outside. 

"You didn't invite me," He pouted slipping on a coat and following you out into the front part of the cabin, sitting there next to his car were two snowmen that were wrapped in one of Jimin's scarfs and one of Jungkook's hat's that he'd brought along for you.

"He's handsome, is it me?" He joked following you over as you placed a carrot on each of the snowmen faces,

"Nah, not big-headed enough." You deadpanned and he faked a gasp bending down to retrieve some snow from the floor before balling it up and throwing it at you. 

"Oh no, you didn't!" You screamed bending down to grab some and launching it at him, 

"Snowball fight!" He yelled you darted behind his car and skidded along the floor as you tried to make as many snowballs as fast as you could. 

"You're going down Kim!" You cried out as you came out from the car and threw as many as fast as you could before kneeling back down to reload.  

"Oh yeah!? Going down am I?!" You squealed as he came over with snowballs hitting you in the legs before knocking you down onto the floor on your back, he was straddling your lap as you looked up at him giggling as he tickled your sides through the thick coat you were wearing.

"I yield!" You yelled and he finally stopped tickling you laughing as you stared up at him covered in snowflakes as he began snowing around you both. It really was something out of a snowglobe scene, 

"Come on, before we get sick." He chuckled helping you onto your feet and walking you towards the cabin, 

"Go and have a shower, I'll make food and put the fire on." He told you as he stripped you from the coat and went to hang it up somewhere to dry, you looked at him as he did all of it. You wanted to kiss him again and again and again. The whole time he had you pinned down to the floor you wanted him to kiss you like they did in the movies but life wasn't like the movies.

After eating together you were sat in front of the fire trying to warm up, maybe a snowball fight wasn't the best idea when the only thing to keep you warm was a fireplace. The cabin hadn't been kitted out with radiators just yet so you were left to try and warm up here. 

"Go and get the covers from your room and the pillows," Jin whispered when he noticed how tired you were getting. Your eyes were struggling to stay open but you nodded and sleepily made your way into your room to drag the giant cover from the bed along with the pillows. Coming back into the living room you saw Jin was laying his down on the floor in front of the fireplace, 

"Pillows," You threw the pillows to him and he laid them down so you would be at one end while he was at the other. It didn't appeal to you though, you wanted to snuggle up next to him in front of the fire but you understood that it would probably make him uncomfortable since you were Namjoon's ex. 

"You're shivering." He mumbled an hour later, you'd both been trying to sleep but you couldn't drift off because of how cold you were. 

"Here," He moved over and patted the space in front of him, you shifted around to him and laid down so he was right behind you. 

"I'll be able to warm you up quicker." His breath was right on your neck and it send shivers down your spine to have him this close, you could feel his heart racing as you tried to relax against him but it was hard.

"Your heart is beating a thousand times a second," You whispered turning around to look up at him, he swallowed nervously and looked down into your eyes, you somehow looked more beautiful by firelight than ever before and he couldn't help but reach out and run his hand over your cheek, you leant your face into his hand to let him know that you wanted him to do it again. Without thinking he kissed you again, your hands were on the back of his neck pulling him closer to you, you both smiled into the kiss as he pulled you closer by your waist. The sudden closeness made everything around you feel warm, the fire having nothing to do with it. Jin swiped his tongue along your bottom lip and you parted your lips for him allowing him to snake his tongue against yours. You whined as you felt him grow larger next to you and ground himself into you. He broke the kiss as he pulled back to make sure you were okay with this, 

"I'm okay," You whispered and he chuckled picking you up so you were straddling his lap. You could feel the tension building between you both so you leant forward to kiss him once again, it was soft and slow as his hands ran up your thighs and onto your waist where they stayed. You let out a giggle as he dug his thumb into you and he chuckled as you did so, 

"Cute," He whispered before kissing you once again, he turned you over so you were back on the floor again and he began kissing down your neck, softly leaving small love bites on the way. None that would leave too much of a mark. You both knew where this was going but he looked at you to make sure you were still okay with everything going on and you nodded at him. His hands slowly tugged down the shorts you were wearing making the heat between your legs grow. He returned to kissing on your neck, sucking on the skin before soothing it over with his tongue sighing in content as you let out a whine of his name, 

"That's so hot." He breathed out and you smiled at him before kissing him and hooking your arms around the back of his neck. His hands slowly traced the inside of your thighs and you whimpered him as you felt your wetness only grow for him. 

"Jin," He smirked up at you know what you wanted so he placed a small kiss on your lips before it turned into a loving make out session on the floor.

"Please Jin," You begged as his fingers ran along your folds soaking them in your arousal, you were dripping for him and desperate for him to just touch you. 

"I want to taste you," You nervously nodded at him and he shuffled down the floor lifting your right leg over his shoulder as he looked up at you. He blew cold air onto your clit and you whimpered legs shaking and he hadn't even touched you yet. 

"You sure?" He questioned and you nodded at him, you'd never been so sure about something else in your life. His mouth attached to your core and you let out a gasp gripping onto the sheets as you felt his tongue begin to flick against your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hand went into his hair pulling at the strands to silently tell him to keep going, 

"F-Fuck!!" You cried out letting go of his hair as he continued to suck and pull on your clit, he pushed two of his fingers into you and you whimpered, you were already close from his mouth and this was pushing you over the edge. 

"I'm close." You mumbled as you looked down at him, he hummed at your core and the vibrations pushed you further to your edge. 

"Jin!" You whimpered as the warm sensation took over your body, your vision began to have black dots in it as your orgasm washed over you. Jin continued to eat you out through your orgasm but the sensitivity was too much and you jutted away from him. He chuckled at you as you took a couple of seconds to get your breathing back to normal, 

"You okay?" Your breathing was still harsh but you nodded as you panted to him, 

"Fine just a little intense." He chuckled and that was when you spotted the tent in his sweatpants, you were instantly filled with energy and you went to sit up, 

"Do you need a minute-"

"Need you." You whispered and he chuckled at your desperation laying you back down on the floor, then the realisation hit you both, 

"I don't have any-"

"Me neither but I've got an IUD," You told him and he nodded at you, he knew you were clean. He kicked off his sweatpants and lined himself up at your entrance. Rubbing himself up and down in your folds to coat himself up, 

"Jin please," You begged and he kissed you as he slowly slipped into you, you moaned into the kiss at the feeling of him stretching you out around him sending a feeling of intense ecstasy through your body.

"Shit you feel so good," He grunted holding himself in place and placing his head in the crook of your neck to stop himself from ravishing you. 

"Y-You can move." You whimpered wanting to feel him move, he hooked your leg over his shoulder once again and he began to roll his hips into you, kissing you as he fucked into you. 

"Jin," You moaned out encouraging him to go a little faster. His hips continued thrusting into you and you could feel his tip hitting that one part of you that had your legs shaking and your eyes rolling back. Jin could tell by the look on your face that you were close yet again and he loved it. 

"You're so tight, fuck you have no idea how amazing you feel." He moaned out as his hand held onto your waist so he could keep you in place. you tightened around at him at his words and he picked up the pace a little more, angling himself so he could reach deeper into you. 

"Shit right there!" You cried out back arching off the floor as he hit you in just the right spot that turned your version blurry. His free hand travelled down to your core where he began rubbing your clit in fast circles making you whimper and cry out his name over and over again. Pleasure ripping through you as you felt your second orgasm hitting you of the night, 

"Jin!" You cried out riding out your high as he released into you grunting out your name heavily as he held himself in place. 

The next morning you woke up tangled in Jin's arms and you smiled looking up at him, the sun was shining through the window directly on him and he looked like an angel sent from above. 

"Cute," You whispered kissing his cheek getting up to go and have a quick shower before he woke up, you had no idea what was going to happen the moment you left the cabin but right here and now you didn't care. All you cared about was the magical night that you and Jin had spent together, come to think of it the whole weekend had been amazing considering it was supposed to be. A weekend away with Namjoon, turned into a weekend away alone turned to a weekend away with your ex-boyfriend's best friend who you'd just slept with. There was one thing for sure in your mind, you didn't regret sleeping with him at all and you didn't think you were ever going to. Being with Jin felt right and you didn't care if it was wrong in anyone else's eyes. 

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4T2 BG Conversions - Wall Deco

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Paintings

Antiqued Patent Posters by Veranka

Art in a Box by Michelle

Bembe Maraj’s Hand-Woven Tapestry by MorePopcorn

Birds of a Feather Print Set by Veranka

Blue for the Blues Wall Painting by TenLittlePandas

Decals on a single mesh by Nutty:

Bunny Totem

Dream Eater

Open Hearted Princess

Oonicorn the Unicorn

Movie posters on the BV Travel Keeper mesh by SelenaQ13:

Cop and Llama

Cow Plant Love

Epic Wood

It’s Amber

Malpractice

Stay Weirder

Still Life

Sul Sul

Coq au Peinture by Michelle

Debug Observatory Photos by Nutty

Etude in Blue by TenLittlePandas

Eye for Nature Painting by LadySimPlayer8

Floating Away by Nutty

Floral Revelation by Michelle

Fruit on Fruit Watercolour Set by Veranka 

Gravity and Light Contemporary Watercolour by Veranka

History of the World, Print 3 by Veranka

I Otter Be a Star Pop Art by Veranka  

La Vida en Color - Mural by TheNinthWave

Lemon Branch Contemporary Watercolour by Veranka

Let There Be Plumbobs! by Tee-Sims

Mega Art by Dee

Mystery Poser Antique Portrait by Veranka

No. 46 Landscape by Michelle

Ode to Jazz 1: “Golden” by TenLittlePandas

Ode to Jazz 2: “Goldentips” by TenLittlePandas

Ode to Jazz 5: “Ivory” by TenLittlePandas

Ode to Jazz 6: “Ghost Quartet” by TenLittlePandas

Ode to Jazz Triptych Trio by TenLittlePandas

On Phantom Wing Wall Art by Veranka

The Pianist by TenLittlePandas

Portrait of a Marriage by Michelle

Pride Flag by TheNinthWave  

The Primrose Path by Veranka

Saxophone in Silhouette by TenLittlePandas

Superasymmetry by Veranka

Symbols of the Watery Moon by Limonaire

Tragic Clown by SelenaQ13

Unconverted:

#1 Mom Wall Decal

Alpine Peace

The Amour-propre

Baby Bug Nursery Art

Baby Bunny Nursery Art

Baby Dino Nursery Art

Better than Bunny Decal

“Blooming Beauty” Wall Painting

Ceci N’est Pas Une Poire

Chic Shoe Fashion Poster

Cloud Space Thing

Cool Serenade

Curiosity is Electrifying Poster

Delightful Dino Stencil

Dramatic Cooking Poster

Every Man Decal

Every Woman Decal

Fluffy Clouds Stencil

Grin and Bear It!

Heavenly Wall Decal

Henry Puffer Poster

Hot and Cold Tech Spec Poster

It Happened

The Illustrated Sports Poster

Inspirational Mouse Poster

The Intrepid

Jazz Cats: Whiskers of a Forgotten Past

“Just Justin” Fan Poster

Kick It, Sally Soccer Poster

Land-Coral Garden

Light of My Life Painting

Martian Memories Landscape #1

Martian Memories Landscape #2

Martian Memories Landscape #3

Mochi Booger Parade

My House Kid’s Painting

Ode to Jazz 3: “Sea Bass”

Ode to Jazz 4: “Feeling Blue”

Directional Up Arrow

Only One Directional Arrow

The Downer Arrow Decal

To The Left Decal

Paradise Falls

Plumbosion!

Raising a Reader Kids’ Poster

Read-asaurus Rex Kids’ Poster

The Recondite

“Revanne” Poster

Rock My Universe Pinup Girl

Roman Temple Architectural Study

Rorschach Bunnies

The Sealinicorn, in repose

Slightly Damp Poster

Still Life with Apples and Pitcher and Books and Bottles and Flowers

Snow Falling on Cinders Abstract Art

Sole Star Athletic Poster

Spuds in Space Potato Print

Study of the Human Form

Still Life

Teen Idol Poster

Tenor Mood

Treebra Series 4, Print 337

Unidentified Creature Stencil

Viva La Landscape

Viva More of La Landscape

Winsome Growth Chart

“Working for Peanuts” Wall Painting

Wall Deco

Better as a Pair of Paintings by Autumn-RoseSims

Cactus Cantina Sign by HafiseAzale

Chronos Magazine (Framed Collector’s Edition Issue) by Delonariel

Executron Personal Stock Ticker by Delonariel

Flower of the Dead by Shasta

Get Your Jazz on by HafiseAzale

Jazzy Saxophone Wall Sign by HafiseAzale  

Large Cork Board by Tony-Veis

Positronic Pro Magnetic Knife Rack by Veranka

RAW Cookware Collection by Veranka

RAW Oversized Fork and Spoon by Veranka  

Spy Satellite (as fire and burglar alarm by HugeLunatic)

Supreme Freelancer Award by Moocha

Tetraptych Wall Hanging by Shasta

Tactical Map by HugeLunatic 

Wall-Mounted Garden Hose Reel by Delonariel

Aging Up

Apple of Your Eye

Chalkboard Menu

Circular Neon Tiki Sign

Coat of Arms with Shield and Swords

Copper Cow Mould

Curated Cork Board

Goldora Dove Décor

In Session Novelty Chalkboard

Large Award Ribbon

Mega Wall Hanging

Mega Wall Hunk

Neon Circle Wall Sign

Neon Palm Tree Sign

Neon Parrot Sign

An Open Book, Framed

Orange Squeeze

Ordinary Things Shadowbox

Pictures, Pictures on the Wall

Pinbacker Wall Art

Pink Pig Copper Mould

Polly Wants a Plate Tree

Postmodern Signature Sign

Sunny Days Wall Decor

Three Framed Skeleton Keys

Vinoteca Bottle Rack

Wish in a Dish