#cubbyholes

[yonpote]

i'd like to think dnp's bar only sells dyke beer

[talentforlying]

thinking about john's multitude of short-lived, often quickly-abandoned apartments for some reason, so a couple details:

although you might expect to find a very wizard-y interior to any place he's currently living at — you know, grimoires, skulls, dust, clutter, etc. — his flats actually tend to be fairly spartan in terms of decor; they've even been accused of looking modern, here and there. he just moves too frequently to really settle in & accrue Things, and has so often had to simply up & leave everything he currently owned behind (with very little chance of getting any of it back) that he no longer attaches much meaning to household objects.

besides the consistent presence of at least one bookshelf with at least 12 books on it, and a sad sprig of garden sage that miraculously hasn't died yet, the one exception to his lack of personal touch is his extensive collection of records + tapes, all of which he has repeatedly & methodically tracked down and bought / bid / traded / stolen / threatened for / blackmailed for / simply taken back whenever an enterprising landlord or new tenant left him the opportunity to do so. his record player itself has never needed to be taken back, since it has always mysteriously vanished from whatever flat he's leaving and mysteriously appeared wherever he's staying; it's convenient like that. his 10th anniversary walkman, however, frequently goes missing, only to turn up again later in a place he KNOWS he checked when he's least expecting it.

lack of home decor isn't to say he doesn't own much, mind: the bulk of his personal possessions — assorted occult paraphernalia, blackmail documentation, miscellaneous crap from his mucous membrane days, and anything he is able to take with him from past flats — are usually stored off-site, in a secure location that can't easily be tied back to him. this guy's been accused of being a satanic killer on multiple occasions, he knows better than to keep all the real shit out where anyone can just swan in and see it.

currently, this storage location (which i lovingly call occult shit central) is an abandoned inner london storefront + adjoining flat that was formerly his old friend ray monde's shop and home, called brick-a-brac antiques. it's decidedly cozier than the last place, (in that there are chairs, plural,) and has fewer bear traps laid out in anticipation of unlucky thieves; in fact, if a person were to visit without already knowing where constantine actually lives, it'd be easy to mistake it as his expectedly-wizardy flat. it's not an ideal location for an occult shit central, too close to the heart of the city and too close to people to avoid drumming up suspicion should constantine attempt any sort of ritual inside, but until chas finally quits ducking the paperwork and signs over his storage lot (which he may or may not be dragging his feet on out of pure resentment for having to do it at all) ray's place is the best option there is.

constantine's previous (and future) storage location was a lock-up in streatham that chas had been letting him use (see: all but surrendered to him entirely) since he got out of ravenscar, but after constantine's sister died, john decided he was done with magic and, in a spontaneous fit of rage, burnt the place down with everything but a few necessities still inside. he regretted this later, when he inevitably returned to the occult scene after just over a year away, and spent a lot of time calling in favors / hypnotizing arson inspectors to try and put together an inventory of everything he'd lost.

in the nearly 20 years since the fire, he's managed to replace or find substitutes for about 2/3 of what he had (occult-wise), and gather enough fresh dirt / do enough favors / orchestrate enough compromising situations to accumulate a little over 1/4 of the political / interpersonal power he once maintained. ( the lack of success in the latter being, in part, because people now in power aren't as familiar with his name & reputation as they once were; in part because people just don't believe in magic as much as they used to, or were otherwise bought by hell / heaven / other parties a LONG time ago; and in part because he's come to absolutely fucking despise most politicians / people in power more than he is willing to work with them, or more than he is able to plausibly believe they won't try to drop him at the first opportunity. )

you would be hard-pressed to find a landlady/landlord that speaks kindly of this man. if he wasn't kicked out for suspicious smells / disturbing noises / sudden infestations / suspected satanic activity, then it's likely that he abruptly up and disappeared in the middle of the night, with no warning and no rent. (on a few occasions, this vanishing act also coincided conspicuously with a gruesome death on the premises, sometimes of the landlady/landlord themselves, although no one's ever been able to prove anything.) frankly it's . . . magic, that people still rent to him.

due to these aforementioned bad ends, he's incredibly lucky if he gets enough time or leeway to take any sort of furniture with him from one place to the next. however, there is one incredibly comfy, wing-backed, sapphire-blue armchair that's miraculously managed to survive every move in the last ten or so years without being reported stolen — even though it has survived every move because it has, in fact, been stolen in the dead of night nearly every single time, by john and at least one of his buddies.

[acadianideals]

rest easy

[flutter2deceive]

Fran & CC Go To Cubbyhole

inspired by this fic

cc's wardrobe in the first 3 pics inspired by this post

[sinful-karateka]

Credits to @carmendiazbian's callout to me and @highawkseason on all our angsty Binary Boyfriends bullshit, really.

[batemanofficial]

it's time for everybody's favorite pride month tradition: the stupidest fucking discourse you've ever seen in your life about who is and is not capable of understanding the lived experience of gay and trans people

[farmlesbians]

[baravaggio]

can’t imagine getting on tiktok and lying about an interaction you had with a total stranger because algorithms are so good now that that there’s no way that person (or someone they know) isn’t going to see it and set the record straight 😶

[blondephil]

my friend and i found a happy hour nearish my job that’s $5 for margaritas AND for espresso martinis. so naturally i was lit by 5:30

[katya-goncharov]

i accidentally put the wrong flat number on a parcel i ordered that's being delivered today, so now i'm going to keep having to sneakily check the cubbyhole for the flat next to mine and hope no-one accuses me of stealing their mail :/

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

i went to tour a floor plan like the one we're moving into in a month today and i like CANNOT believe i get to live there like the finished basement complete with bar mini fridge and in-unit washer and dryer is big enough to be it's own studio apartment and that's not even taking into account the first floor and our bedrooms upstairs it's like if an apartment was a smallish house connected to 4 other smallish houses

[fatherdmitri]

I don’t really like the word queer sorry

[damelisabarlow]

Date night at the Art Bar

... We’re sitting in the back room, amongst the art - the bar is aptly named - on a pink plush loveseat that’s much more chic than it is comfortable, and waiting for the bartender to take drink orders. He already forgot our calamari, which is the least romantic food on the menu, and why I ordered it! Even though I'm obsessed with this guy!

I’m getting something spicy with tequila. If it’s a spicy margarita I’m happy, if he conjures up something more creative I’m happy too. Either way, I pride myself on having a high spice tolerance and I’ve recently dived head-first into what I’m calling my “tequila era" ...

[glompcat]

I need to know who put this sticker in Cubbyhole's bathroom.

[femmesday-addams]

like if i believed i could reasonably find a gay "woman" who masks responsibly and with whom i share my moat important values and some absolutely crackling chemistry i would want to actively date and try to find them. but even before the pandemic everyone i dated sucked so the odds of someone who doesn't regular-suck AND doesn't covid-suck are dirt. less than dirt, even, bc at least dirt is alive and provides for the whole of humanity

[c0rpsedemon]

oh btw here's my current figure setup (which will be changed soon one i move the random bullshit off my upper shelves + add my dolls back to the shelves which are literally there for them + get some better lighting) but i think this is the best i can get for now and wow do i have a lot of trading/otherwise chibi figures. also that's a victor yurionice figure hanging off the edge of my desk there who i accidentally cut off in the photo bc i was at a bad angle. tragic.