#home performance

[malpere]

It might sound crazy talking about ice dams in the summer but now is the time to fix them. What really needs to be fixed are the root causes. While clogged gutters don’t help the problem of ice dams. The real problem starts much lower in the home, as lower as the foundation. There really only two causes. These are the lack of insulation and warm air. Air is passing thru the walls from the…

[archerinventive]

2024. The year of the fire shield. 🔥

This was my second year performing with fire, and I had a lot of fun incorporating the sword and shield into my art.

A huge thank you to all the fire folks who have welcomed me until the flow community, including those at Ignition Fire troupe, Fire Camp, all my PNW flowmies, and everyone else i had the pleasure of meeting this year. It's so heartwarming being a part of this art community. 🧡

Thank you to all the photographers who helped capture the moments including EspressoBuzz, Vitz Photography, IRDeep Photography, Jason Surh, and htj2 Photography.

And, thank you to my fellow flow artists shown in these photos, including Ash Steel and Sterling Bishop.

May you all stay safe this 2025 and find inspiration in the world around you.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Yiling Band Tour!

[captainjonnitkessler]

Do you guys notice how when Shawn Fain, president of the United Auto Workers union, started planning a general strike, he did it by a) targeting his messaging towards unions with the ability to safely and effectively strike in large numbers, b) laid out a clear, actionable plan for those unions to follow (setting contracts to all expire at the same time, since many unions cannot strike while under contract), c) is using union contracts to set clear, actionable demands that can be met in order to gauge success and provide an end goal, and d) started organizing FOUR YEARS before the proposed strike date to give people the chance to plan accordingly, because it takes a really freaking long time to get tens of millions of people organized?

You notice how he didn't do it by slapping a message on Twitter saying 'hey nobody go to work on Monday, that'll really show 'em'?

[clancysletter]

"[Migraine] means a lot to me. It's one of the first songs Josh and I ever played together. […] To be able to feel confident enough in a friendship, to show someone a song like this, was one of the many reasons why I knew I just couldn't be in a band with anyone else." — Tyler Joseph (2019)

"Home is a weird concept for me. I feel like I have a house full of stuff, which is completety different. The idea of a home seems kind of foreign [to me] these days. For me, home is pretty much wherever I'm hanging out with Tyler." — Josh Dun (TOBITW)

"My true best friend, he's a perfect person, the yin to my yang when it comes to all things life. I introduce to you my very favorite person in the world: Josh Dun." — Tyler Joseph (2020)

"Nine years ago today, I started playing in a band with Tyler. The portion of the band's agreement that I contributed [with] all those years ago [was] 'If i’m gonna be famous for something, I wanna be famous for loving you.' [It] still holds true today." — Josh Dun (2020)

[xx-r0t-dot-com-xx]

beyond and naomi are genuinely friends in this au but no one around them will believe him

more here

[rainbow-wolf120]

Trivial Questions

[loveinhereyes-flowersinherhair]

fifty years to the day since this moment btw

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Came across Le Moulin Jeune, (The Yellow Mill), the home of Slava Polunin, a Russian Clown/Performance Artist who lives in this amazing home in Paris. It's open to the public to tour and attend performances in the summer.

Slava performs at the shows.

What a whimsical home.

Just walking around the property would be fun.

Art exhibitions.

Teahouse with teacups on little tables.

Art you can ride.

Giant paper hat boat.

Two weekends in summer there are performances.

Inside the house is even better. Playroom with a big rocking moon.

The dining room. Wish they showed more of the interior.

A guest took a photo in the whimsical guest powder room.

The Jack and Beanstalk Room has billowing "clouds."

Visitors can book a night's stay in the caravan.

https://moulinjaune.com/en/

[ortofosforico]

Louis went from dating the classics theater kid, barely enduring operas and comedies and tragedies, to dating the unhinged avantgarde theater kid that would make him sit through shit like "The revisitation of Hansel and Gretel from the pov of the breadcrumbs starting a class war against the gingerbread house from a futuristic perspective and ending in a bloodbath as all characters die due to the mold infesting the house as a metaphor of our society."

And HIS FACE-

[malpere]

Storm damage

Homeowners insurance; are you covered? I’m not an insurance agent and in no way an expert on homeowners insurance. However as a Remodeling Contractor I have learned a lot about insurance. With winter storms on the way by the time you read this it may be too late to be of much help. Homeowners find out after they have suffered major damage is they have a major out-of-pocket expense. How can that…

[archerinventive]

Testing. Testing.

With the faire and festival season in full swing, I've been trying out new configurations on my sword and shield combo.

This was my first run with this previse setup, so the beach surrounded by water, and with the crazy talented Ashmo_fire as my safety seemed like a great place for some trial and error.

There are still a few modifications to be made before my next public show at the upcoming Revenge of the Dragon event, but I'm really excited to keep pushing the boundaries of my flow.

Stay safe out there, and please don't try this at home unless you are a trained professional.

I hope you all have a splendid week. :)

[sbrown82]

Luther Vandross delivering an iconic cover of Dionne Warwick's "A House Is Not A Home" live at the 19th annual NAACP Image Awards (1986).

[asummersarah]

mcr tiktok stop acting like 48 is ancient challenge

[spikedwh0re]

went to a gay bar for bear night and saw my dad there. we made eye contact at the start of the show and i felt the heat go straight down- he went on as usual with his number, pretending i wasn't there. i didn't know dad was doing this at night- grinding against people putting cash in his jock strap, humping a stranger's leg to the beat, thrusting his hips up, all while his hairy body shined with oil. i couldn't tear my eyes away as i felt myself getting wet, telling myself that this was wrong but that it's okay that i couldn't help myself because the show is sexual in nature, regardless of whether it's my dad or not. everyone would feel this way, right?

when the show ended, i knew i had to go find him backstage... just to talk, nothing else. i shift in my tight clothes as i move, people glancing down at the exposed parts of my body when i make my way to the back. i dressed up with the intention of going home with someone tonight, so i'm not wearing much. when i get to the dressing room, he's alone. the other performers seem to be out on the floor. i knock on the open door to get his attention. "dad?" at the sound of voice his eyes fly to me. he scans my body- my tits poking from out of my cropped shirt, my shorts that expose part of my ass, the fishnets that hug my arms and legs. "son," he says out of breath from the performance i assume, "i didn't expect to see you here." i think i should be the one saying that, but im suddenly unable to speak. id been a regular at bear night for months now. i never realized how id been searching for people that look just like my dad... and now here he is, wearing nothing but a jock strap.

i leave the door open and approach him, leaning against the counter he was standing in front of. "you did a great job out there... all my friends told me how hot they thought you looked. i didn't know you had it in you, old man." i can't help but try to subtly rub against the counter as i stand there, looking at his exposed chest, his arms, his half lidded eyes.

"oh yeah?" he says, raising an eyebrow. he drops his voice, and it makes my stomach tingle. "what was your favorite part, kiddo?"

i stammered a bit as he took a step toward me. i think he could tell how flushed i was getting; i saw his eyes look down between my thighs when i kept shifting to rub them together. he was so close to me now, his breath smelling faintly like alcohol. "y-your dances were incredible. i never imagined you had the strength for that, the stamina to do it for so long, and uh," he was looking into my eyes, and his gaze is so intense i have to drop my glance to his lips, plump and slightly parted, and my resolve to not do anything stupid crumbled. how did i never realize that my type of man is my dad? "when you were grinding against those people, when you let them put bills right above your.... i just felt, i thought that was..."

he smiled, grabbing my fishnetted thigh harshly. i gasp, but i don't move away. "you don't need to tell me how you felt, son." he leaned down to get close to my face just a breath away. "i could always tell you were a slut for your dad's body."