#houselight

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[ender-of-the-sender]

I think they would hate each other

In other words, i think i cooked here

[celestialorcas]

Imagine a lighthouse but instead of giving out light it gives out house

[love-godapproves-ships]

Houselights / break a leg?

(This is a joke i promise)

ender i’m laughing my ass off this is so funny. approved just cause i love old man yaoi and crackships

[edenfenixblogs]

Hi! I’ve been following you for a while and appreciate your education and patience, and then I saw you post Warehouse 13 (which my family just started watching) and went oh cool! Anyway I hope you’re having a good day (and if not, that there is something nice in your immediate future). Please accept this picture of one of my cats (Sprite) and an orchid I drew recently.

I’m so sorry for the delay!!!! This is a lovely message! And I love Sprite and your art!!! 🩵🩵🩵🩵

[one-true-houselight]

[id: two drawings of cats. The first is a grey and white tuxedo cat, sitting and looking up at the viewer with light green eyes. The second is a white cat with black markings and tail, chasing after something. /end id]

Sprite and Dax!

[mimikeaton]

Y'all ever see a cute girl playing the violin and get jealous of the way her hand is wrapped around it's neck and not yours?

[artblogofminji]

Unlock the irresistible charm of these whimsical homes illuminated by natural light. 'The Cult of the Courtyard: 10 Houses with Amazing Interior Light' showcases houses that will make your heart skip a beat and your Pinterest boards come alive. Get ready for a dose of design inspiration like never before.

[crsssie]

its the most wonderful time of the year

decorating home/sickfic/civilian!reader || LSS gift for @delphi-shield

Summary: deck the home with warmth and laughter, falalalalalalalala

"Really, Claire. It's fine." You wrap the garland around the porch. "He's busy. I get it."

"Yeah, but it's not really an excuse for it." She mumbles. "I'm sorry, I really did try and convince them."

"It's alright." You sniffle. "I'll just rest up at home. Even if he comes late, it's fine." 

"And you're working up a cold! Ugh. Where's the man of the house when he's supposed to be helping you?" She mumbles. "I'd drop by, but Chris is kind of..."

"It's fine." You laugh. "I'm not dying."

"Are you sure? It's so snowy in the neighborhoods. Isn't the snow stacked up already where you are? And you're out on the porch? Ugh, wish there was an HOA service for shoveling snow off the driveways. They only do the streets." She sighs. "Oh, Chris is calling. Call me if you need anything! Happy Holidays!"

"Happy Holidays." You laugh. "See you around."

You sneeze as soon as the call ends, and you glance at the finished porch. 

Really, it's a shame Leon isn't coming home until a little bit later. It's cold and lonely alone, but you suppose you knew it was coming when you first got married to him.

The ring makes your ring finger feel extra cold. Stupid metal.

You kick the plastic box back inside and shut the door, glancing one last time at the wall of snow that's built up around your porch. Even if Leon wanted to come home, he'd probably have to stay out. No way he would be able to get through all that snow. 

You reach for the mistletoe and get the hook ready, humming slowly to yourself as you twist the hook into the hole as you peel back the tape. A fun little tradition. Most couples walked in together anyway, and on occasion there would be two unfortunate souls. It's not like you were really enforcing it as a rule anyway. You bring a folded chair over to get the final bit of the screw into the door.

The mistletoe glimmers under the houselights, and you step down from the chair after hooking it on.

The front door jingles with the sound of keys, and you spin around with the chair in hand to a sight of a very sweaty Leon and a hole in the snow.

"What— oh, oh my god? What? HELLO? HI?!" You gasp, tossing the chair as your arms find themselves around Leon's neck, and he laughs, squeezing you back. "How did you get here? You're supposed to be back tomorrow? What?!" 

Leon's laugh rumbles through his chest to yours, and he rests his cheek in the crook of your shoulder. "Hi sweetheart."

"Oh my god!" You pinch at his cheek, eyes sparkling as he hums. "Did you dig through the snow? Honey, we're snowed in!"

He glances up at the mistletoe and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

"You were snowed in. Nothing stops a man from getting to his spouse." He hums, raising a brow at the color on your nose. "Have you been sniffling?"

"A little. Just winter chills."

"Oh, sweetheart." He mumbles, hauling you up into his arms as you yell.

"Wait, wait, Leon the chair."

"No. I was about to start on the tree since I finished the porch."

"I'll deal with that later." He hums. "I'll shovel out the driveway too. Did you run up a fever?"

"No, just chills. I'm just congested and sniffly." You hum, and he presses his forehead to yours.

"You're fine. At least you're not burning up. Did you make yourself a cup of tea?"

"Leon, I'll be fine. I just need—"

"I'll get you a cup of tea, light the fireplace, and then you can tell me which ornaments go on the tree." He hums. "I know where the box is. I'm horrible at driving, not cooking."

"I'm shocked you didn't crash the car in the snow."

"Almost did."

"What."

"I couldn't possibly die before I get to see you for Christmas again." He hums.

"And if I get you sick?"

"Then hot tea on the couch for us both with the fireplace and TV on."

"Sounds fun." You sniffle. "Not the part where you get sick, though. I think I'll be fine."

"You want me to get you some ginger?"

You grimace. "...sure."

Leon hands you a glass of tea and bundles you up as he sits on the ground, pulling out ornaments from the box.

"Which ones are you feeling?"

"Shouldn't you shower first?"

"I'm clean, sweetheart. I swear." He hums. "It wasn't a mission this time. Showered at the gym before I came."

You sigh, humming as you press the tea to your lips. "I want the white ornaments."

"A boring white christmas?"

"The house is set up with white and blue this year for some reason. Maybe that's what I'm leaning towards."

"Thoughts on gold?"

"Yes."

"Thoughts on green."

"Too many colors." You hum. "Gold white and blue."

"Sounds good. No silver?"

"No. Need something warm." You hum. "The gold is a nice pop."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart." He hums. "You got a placement you want?"

"Nah. Put em where you think they look good."

Leon hangs the ornaments up, the crystal ones he got for each year on display next to them, and the crystal droplets he had made a while back when he had been bored at home over break. Leon does a lot around the house, and it seems he found joy in making things for fun. 

The mug in your hand warms your heart as you watch Leon hang everything up and look back at you for nods of encouragement and hums of approval.

"Look good?"

"Looks wonderful." You hum quietly to yourself. "Nicely done, Leon."

He walks around the couch with the box, not forgetting to lean down and catch a quick kiss before he puts everything back into storage.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Do you want anything for dinner? Did you eat already?"

"I had dinner already." You hum. "Leftovers are in the fridge."

"Alright."

You huddle on the couch and turn the TV on, catching up on a show you had missed out on while decoration, humming as Leon heats the food in the back.

"Food on the couch?"

"As long as you don't stain." You hum, throwing the blanket over his legs as you lean on him. "Anything fun happen at work?"

"Nah. Just the usual. I'm offended the president made me stay behind just to toast me in private."

"It's an honor, honey."

"Yes, but it's the handful of days before Christmas." Leon mumbles. "I'd like to spend time with you for as long as possible before they send me back to the middle of nowhere."

"Fair." You hum. 

"Did you open today's advent calendar?"

You blink at him, and he raises a brow back at you.

"Day... twenty five?"

"Merry Christmas, baby." He laughs, kicking off the blanket and putting his plate of food down. 

He hands you a box, and you raise a brow. "gold bars."

"Guess again."

"Plane tickets."

"God, how the hell do you even guess shit like that?!"

"Plane tickets?!" You gasp, tearing the envelope open as you scream. "Where the hell are you flying us?"

"To your retirement home. It's bingo time for you, sweetheart."

"Leon Scott Kennedy, if anything, you're the one who'll be stuck in a retirement home." You huff. "You and your broken joints."

"It's a box, sweetheart."

"Is it a plush." You hum, opening the box as you gasp. A weighted pokemon?!" 

Leon nods. "Saw you looking at them."

"Did you stalk down my amazon wishlist?"

He averts his eyes, and you laugh. 

"I have a gift for you too, honey."

"Is it a new watch?"

"You might want to check the garage." You kick at the blanket and take your mug with you. Leon stops to wrap the blanket around you before tugging you along with him.

"You got me something to crash again?"

"Maybe." You hum. "You'll live. Your health insurance covers everything."

"Aren't you happy one of us risks our life in our day to day to pay little to nothing for insurance?"

"Fuck, yeah." You hit the lights to the garage as Leon opens the door, and he blinks.

"My bike?"

"Not yours, but the same model and everything. I found it while I was—"

Leon wraps his arms around you, forcing the arm with the hot tea to the side as he takes it from you, letting you wrap your arms back around him. 

"You like it?"

"I love it, baby." He mumbles. "You wonderful thing. Love you so much."

"Love you too." You hum. "I bought full coverage insurance, so they'll replace it if you crash it again."

"God, I think I must've done something better than save Ashley in a past life or something." He mumbles into your skin as you laugh.

"Maybe you were a survivor of war or something." You hum, running your hand through his hair. "You like it?"

"I love it, sweetheart. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Leon."

@leonsecretsanta 2024 ❤️

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[angomay]

[ID: Four photos of a crow walking around a field, feathers sparkling with a light misting of dew. End ID]

have you ever seen anything more beautiful than this photo series of a crow with dew glistening on their feathers

(photo credit - Frank King, for Macaulay Library)

[artmolonara]

Late Night Showing - Quick Lux DW fic

The movie turned out to be not all it was cracked up to be. Guess the over-hyping had done it a disservice. Still, you were glad you got to see it on the big screen at all. It was the last day it was in theaters and you were probably going to regret catching it this late with a busy day tomorrow, but compulsion had won.

Credits rolled, the last one of the meager crowd left. You stayed, waiting to see if there was an after credits.

Lines of white gave way to black, but still the houselights didn't come back on. A moment passes, still dark... maybe they were just closing up. You made to stand...

And stumbled back into the plush seat by the sudden swell of an orchestra as a cartoon face illuminated the screen, followed by a title in an old fashion style.

You settle back down to watch, but after a few seconds, confusion set in. This wasn't at all tied to the film you had just seen, nor did it seem to be a promo for a future installment. You pulled out your phone to search what this was, just to be sure it was worth your time.

"Hey now, no phones while the film is rolling!"

You jerked your head up, catching eyes momentarily with the toon on screen before he continued with his venture.

Oh. You got it.

This must be one of those elaborate "silence your cell phone" bits that they put up before the movie starts. There must be something after this... but didn't the theater close soon? ... ah well, maybe it was running automatic or a glitch, either way, time to go home.

You got up, making your way down the steps toward the exit turn.

"And where do you think you're going? You'll miss the best part... Please don't go!"

The crack in the voice snapped your eyes up to the screen as you descended, your steps slowing as you became aware that the character was staring right at you, following you, even as you moved.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up, and you quickly made your way towards the exit.

You hit the door with some force from the momentum, pushing instinctively.

But it wouldn't budge, no matter what you tried.

Something moved behind, you felt the ground tremble, the air moved as if from a mighty breath.

No choice, you looked back.

Dark, the narrow passage to the screen was shadowed by a massive form looming above, silhouetted in shadow and backlit faintly by the screen, still.

All you could make out on the form were the eyes before it grabbed you.

(I need to illustrate this visual, it's so creepy in my head, kinda along the lines of this animation)

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(doesn't @one-true-houselight look cute in that skirt, btw?)

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

The Lady™️'s wardrobe hath been updated for the spring!

also what's super fun is after we installed motion activated garden lights (so we aren't fumbling with our keys in the dark when we get home late) we have accidentally started jumpscaring our food delivery drivers

like imagine you're walking up to a house in the dark like this

only for the light to snap on and suddenly-

I've opened the door more than once to a delivery guy admitting she scared the shit out of them 😂

I do generally try to leave the outside houselight on when I'm waiting for food so they can find the door easier, but I sometimes forget and end up scaring the hell out of these poor folks just trying to deliver me food

[ourshadowstallerthanoursoul]

On this day... - July 5th

On this day Led Zeppelin performed:

+  1969 : Atlanta International Raceway in Hampton, Georgia, USA

“It was simply The Atlanta Pop Festival, but what an event it was. […] Yet with all the excitement of both Janis Joplin and Johnny Winter, there was a moment when it became very hard to imagine how anyone could follow Led Zeppelin. […] Zeppelin performed such fierce music that many people were sure that either they or their equipment would blow. Zeppelin emanates a high voltage electric fever. Several times in each number, the crowds were demolished and rebuilt by sheer sound. The stage show was exhausting just to watch. If any of their sound is an indication of how they live, by all rights they should be long dead. Their efforts are super-human. Some groups are good enough to command an audience. Zeppelin, however, is in the category of those which can assault one.” – ‘Atlanta Pops was a hot first festival’ by G. Butte (Sun)

+ 1971 : Vigorelli Velodrome in Milan, Italy

+ 1980 : Olympia Halle in Munich, Germany

“Munich's Olympic Hall was packed long before the band were due on at 9pm. […] The auditorium is not dissimilar to Wembley, except that there is no seating in the Arena. Consequently fans surged forward to the front huddling together like the proverbial sardines. […] Just after a quarter past nine the houselights were switched off, the cue for Munich's Olympic Hall to erupt with more force than a volcano as Zeppelin were greeted with Teutonic fervour. In view of the uncertainty that the band would ever do another concert after Knebworth last year, this was indeed a magical moment. […] The whole concert reflected Zeppelin getting back to basics. […] It was one of the most enjoyable gigs I have experienced and certainly the best this year. The group enjoyed themselves as much as the audience.” – ‘Led Zeppelin uber Alles!’ by Steve Gett

[one-true-houselight]

[id: two photos of cats with the text ‘Women love me Fish fear me’ in all caps. The first cat is gray and white with light green eyes, the second is a white and black cat lying on her back.]

Meme fun with Sprite and Dax!