#floating bookshelf

[enchantingcreatordeer]

Invisible Floating Bookshelf for Wall Mounted, 4 Tier Vertical Spine Book Tower

【Innovative design】: Our floating bookshelves will transform the way you display and store your favorite books, and break the traditional bookshelf restrictions, you just stack your books onto the sturdy metal shelf, and then the shelf will become hidden behind the books, which make your books look like floating on the wall, funny and amazing to use.

$31.99

[metanoiastudies]

Family Room Library New York

Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary gray floor family room library remodel with white walls and a tv stand

[armandyke]

the bookshelf thing is actually so funny to me like "Armand was purposefully keeping those books from Louis" even if that was true. as if he wouldn't just cave immediately if asked like I'm not denying he did all that shit but Louis literally went "I want the pages from Claudia's diary" and armand was like :/ and Louis was like 😒 and armand was like yes dear 🫡

[soudasouda]

Strut Shelving System, Long, Black & Maple designed by Shaun Kasperbauer & Luft Tanaka - Part of Souda's collection of Modern Shelving & Bookcases. Follow Souda on Tumblr

[roboticchibitan]

Local chronically ill person takes five minutes to do task they've been putting off for two weeks. +200XP

[llatimeria]

does anyone know how to find reference pictures of realistic feeling bedrooms and stuff, especially from past eras (especially the late 90s/early 00s). Even if they're deliberately designed sets for movies/tv/comic books/etc. I need ideas but I can't seem to put together the string of text that shows me anything but the sterile, minimalist, over-lit bedrooms for kids who were born in 2016 and got named shit like Bradley

[research-lighting]

Souda's Strut Shelving System, Short, Black & Walnut Follow Research.Lighting on Tumblr Source: https://soudasouda.tumblr.com/post/750462136817467392/strut-shelving-system-short-black-walnut

[ghoulishbuck]

I used to despise mass-market paperbacks due to hating the look of the size of them compared to normal paperbacks and hardcovers and the fact that to read them you basically have to break the spine. But, lately, they’ve been what I’ve been leaning towards. Mostly due to a lot of vintage horror and running out of space.

I currently own nine mass-market paperbacks and while I don’t mind them as much anymore if I can get the book in paperback or hardcover and it’s not extremely expensive I’ll still get that instead. Although, five of them are classics and those I don’t care about the format. All but one of the mass-markets I bought second hand with their spine already broken because I can’t break spines. I’m going to hate the day I get to the one without a broken spine.

[ceramiccity]

Souda's Strut Shelving System, Medium, Black & Maple

Lines don’t have to be straight. The Strut Shelving System is angular, funky, vibrant, and vibe-y. Don’t try too hard, you know? Be cool. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy your space. It holds your life. Your books. Your records. Your trinkets. Maybe your hopes. Even your dreams. What’s in it for you? Designed by Shaun Kasperbauer & Luft Tanaka for Souda Follow Ceramic City on Tumblr Source: https://soudasouda.tumblr.com/post/750191972109746176/strut-shelving-system-medium-black-maple

[nikki-rook]

I definitely set myself up for it, but I always seem to go overboard with gifts and don’t quite get the same level of reciprocation. I know it’s not anyone’s fault for me wanting to buy the people in my life lots of things and them not doing the same back. And the things I receive are bought with love and intention, I get that. The emotions are just big and strong with doing the holiday in my husbands home country where everyone around me speaks Spanish and I don’t. So I just feel a little overwhelmed this Christmas morning and I am trying so very hard to not get sad.

My stomach is also starting to act up which is never fun

[aleelewisharlot]

Ok I’m rewatching season two now and Armand and Louis made an agreement about the pages in Claudia’s diaries and Louis has to ask for them?!

[soudasouda]

Strut Shelving System, Short, Black & Maple designed by Shaun Kasperbauer & Luft Tanaka - Part of Souda's collection of Modern Shelving & Bookcases. Follow Souda on Tumblr

[depresseddepot]

I'm making a quilt rn for functional purposes rather than fandom purposes but I might fuck around and make another alien isolation quilt lmao

[research-lighting]

Souda's Strut Shelving System, Medium, Black & Maple Follow Research.Lighting on Tumblr Source: https://soudasouda.tumblr.com/post/750191972109746176/strut-shelving-system-medium-black-maple

[luvbabydoll]

soft target — john price

john price x teacher!fem!reader

warnings: some patronizing behavior from john

a/n: i may make a part two

you’re in early, like always. lights on, coffee half-finished, cardigan sleeves pushed to your elbows as you tidy the desks just so. your sundress floats gently with each step—soft blue today, the one with the little flowers on the hem. the school hasn’t quite woken up yet. the hallway’s still quiet.

so when there’s a knock at your door, it startles you.

you turn��and there he is.

john price, standing in your doorway like he owns the place. cap low, beard trimmed, fatigues neat but somehow still menacing. he nods once, slow. confident.

“mornin’, love.”

you blink. smile automatically, polite.

“captain price. you’re early.”

“mm. wanted a look at the battlefield before the troops show up.”

he steps in without waiting for permission, eyes dragging across your classroom like he’s assessing a threat. your posters. your bookshelf. the string of fairy lights along the board. all of it feels suddenly... childish under his gaze.

“cosy,” he says, tone unreadable.

“i try to make it welcoming,” you murmur, shifting your clipboard to the other hand.

he steps closer. slow, measured. eyes on yours.

“bet they love you in here.”

you glance away. “the students?”

“mm,” he hums. “them too.”

you pretend not to hear the implication. instead, you start gathering the stack of forms from your desk, fussing with the edges to avoid looking at him too long.

“you’ll be speaking during second period. i’ll introduce you to my class before that, if that’s alright.”

“more than alright, sweetheart.”

he doesn’t move. doesn’t leave. just leans one hip against a desk and watches you work like he’s got all the time in the world.

“what do you teach again? history, was it?”

“yes.”

“so you tell ‘em the truth, do you? or just what’s in the books?”

you look up. his eyes are sharp, curious, but there’s a challenge there too.

“i tell them what matters,” you say quietly. “what they’re old enough to understand.”

he nods slowly. “fair enough. still think you’ve got your work cut out for you.”

“why’s that?”

he smirks. closer.

“‘cause you’re soft,” he says, like it’s a compliment. “kind. got that voice that makes people want to sit still and listen. but that don’t mean they will, yeah?”

you feel heat crawl up your neck. “i manage.”

“m’not sayin’ you don’t. just sayin’... wouldn’t last long on a base lookin’ like that.”

your breath catches. “like what?”

he shrugs, lazy. unconcerned.

“floaty dress. bare legs. that sweet little voice. no wonder the boys don’t give you trouble. probably all got bloody crushes.”

you stare at him.

he just grins.

before you can answer, the bell rings.

you’re saved. for now.

your students filter in, loud and chatty, and john shifts back into professional mode—if only barely. he stands by the board with his arms crossed, watching as you gently quiet the class.

“alright, everyone, we have a guest today,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “this is captain price. he’s here to speak about military recruitment.”

a few of the boys sit up straighter. one of the girls whispers something and giggles.

price gives you a nod, then scans the room.

“pleasure. won’t waste your time—unless you’re lookin’ to waste mine.”

the class actually listens. not out of respect, but curiosity. fear. maybe both.

you stand off to the side while he talks—sharp, clean delivery, his voice made for command. but every so often, his gaze flicks back to you. quick. deliberate.

and you feel it. like a brand, every time.

when the bell rings again, you thank him quietly. he waves off the compliment like it’s nothing. but then—then he lingers.

offers to help you tidy up. again.

and as you reach for a stray folder on the desk, his hand brushes your waist.

“steady there, love.”

you freeze.

his hand stays just a second too long.

“wouldn’t want you to twist an ankle in those little shoes, would we?”

you clear your throat. try to step away, but he’s already one step ahead, bending to grab the folder for you.

“s’nothing, sweetheart. happy to help.”

he hands it to you with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“i’ll be back next week. same class, yeah?”

you nod.

“good. maybe i’ll get a proper tour next time.”

and then he’s gone, just like that.

but you know—you know—this isn’t the last time you’ll see captain price in your classroom.