#kitchen & bath

[3-aem]

i discovered there are sunglasses for cats. i need to do something….

[bidisastersanji]

In this episode of I can’t do anything without thinking of ZoSan please go listen to “Lay all your love on me” by ABBA and imagine it from Sanji’s perspective I swear. Maybe someday it can be a fic featuring:

Sanji struggling with his feelings of jealousy when women keep accosting and flirting with Zoro

He thinks he’s jealous because he wants the women to be flirting with him but as time passes he realizes he’s being possessive of the stupid marimo and his head is so far up his own ass he doesn’t clock that Zoro has never shown interest in a woman ever

What drives him even more nuts is that this means he feels some resentment towards WOMEN and that’s a big no no these feelings are wrong and bad and should be buried because he’s a gentleman and women can do no wrong and he would never think bad thoughts about a woman his only vice is smoking after all

But now it isn’t true - and he comes to turn with these new feelings- feelings of attraction towards a man, which he hasn’t had before, and it’s just completely overturning his self perception- so he’s bisexual apparently???

At every party his possessive jealousy gets progressively worse, he begs higher powers that zoro notices him, not the women flirting with him, nor the men that he sometimes sees the marimo walk off with into the night

He yearns, he yearns so much for the swordsman’s love, daydreaming about his touch, his voice- the way he calls him by stupid nicknames- completely distracted as he cooks by himself. He wants it all, he wants it so much it hurts but there’s no way Zoro would want him.

When he looks back on it, it’s truly unfair how easily the swordsman made him fall for him- a little talk and a smile and his insides were turning to mush - it’s embarrassing, really, how he as an adult man fell so easily, like shooting a sitting duck

After Thriller Bark it gets worse- sometimes he feels a sharp flash of fear run up his spine, a faint echo of the abject horror he felt when he found the bloodied swordsman on deaths door, and he, panicked and against all logic, needs to find him and make sure he’s ok, needs to have him near. Zoro looks at him quizzically as his excuses when he does find him get weirder and weirder

Back when he was at the Baratie, he’d had a few little love affairs- and Zeff would always scoff at him when he claimed he had found the one and gush about whatever woman had decided to string him along that week, chastising him about the ease at which he gave his affections away- he’d told him repeatedly that it wasn’t love- that he’d know love when it really hit him

And oh god had it hit him now. Pining from Momoiro island does nothing for his poor little heart and his mind goes crazy over not knowing where his nakama are and what they’re doing and he’s definitely not worried about the marimo possibly being off on some island with a better, stronger, more beautiful man than him

Iva and the candies notice him moping and decide to coach him to get his man

Sanji’s mindset is completely different two years later - he’s determined to get ALL of Zoro’s attention, his love, his devotion, and he’s not afraid of using every weapon the Candies of Kamabakka taught him

[thenordroom]

Colorful Rooms and Unique Decor in a Home in Bath

[urloveangel]

[inspiredlivingspaces]

IG beckiowens: design: @sweethome

[livwritesstuff]

Mid-bath, I realised that Eddie and Steve had daughters during Lush’s peak popularity with the bathbombs and bubble bars, the themed releases (especially for Halloween). How did that go?

omg as a mid-2010s adolescent who *loved* watching lush hauls (Zoella's specifically and that's someone I hadn't thought about in a bazillion years), I cannot believe I didn't think of this sooner

Okay, but I see your Lush, and I raise you this:

The mall closest to their town in Massachusetts (the epic Natick Mall for any fellow New Englanders) just so happens to separate the Lush and the Bath and Body Works by just two (2) stores.

Add a Yankee Candle to that shit and you’ve got a brand new circle of hell – that’s Eddie’s opinion anyways, and he’d be the one to know given how Steve pulls the migraine card every time the girls lobby for a trip to the mall.

Like most adolescent girls in the mid-2010s, Moe, Robbie, and Hazel love Lush and they love Bath and Body works, so it’s a given that they’ll be building time for both into their mall adventure.

For Eddie, it’s his least favorite part of an already not-so-enjoyable experience, because, yeah, one of those bath bombs or whatever might smell nice on its own, but a hundred thousand of the fuckers crammed into a store with less square footage than the entryway of his and Steve’s house…that’s gotta be some form of prison torture (and if it’s not, it should be).

Eventually, Eddie just sets them loose for that portion of their shopping trip, which Steve might not necessarily approve of (but what Steve doesn’t know can’t hurt him, and those two stores back to back definitely would hurt Eddie).

“Do not lose Hazel,” he tells Robbie and Moe, deadly serious even though Hazel is almost ten and the risk of losing her in a real way is getting slimmer and slimmer, “If you are not walking into the bookstore in exactly thirty minutes, I will send a mall cop in to bring you to me the long way. Through the food court where all the kids from your school will be. Capiche?”

The system works – the girls get to spend their dads’ money on over-scented garbage and Eddie gets to retain his sense of smell and his sanity – but it’s only half the battle. The second half takes place at home, in the upstairs bathroom that all three girls share.

“Hazel!,” they hear Moe yell, “That one was mine!”

Steve shoots Eddie a look, as if to say that’s all you, man.

“C’mon, Stevie,” he protests, “I broke up the last one about the stupid hand sanitizers.”

“Nope. You facilitated buying them that shit. You can deal with it.”

Right on cue, they hear Hazel upstairs start to cry. Eddie groans, gets to his feet, and heads upstairs.

Indeed, Hazel is sobbing, because she almost always is these days (Steve and Eddie secretly joke that she’d never cried as a baby because she was stock-piling it all for her elementary-school days), and wrapped in an elephant towel (there’s a hood with ears and everything; it’s very cute). Moe is holding a half-dissolved bath bomb that she’d clearly just fished out of the bathtub and wearing an unreasonably irate expression for what is ultimately just a glorified ball of baking soda and citric acid (Eddie looked it up).

“Dad – Hazel’s using my bath bomb.”

“It’s not yours!” Hazel hiccups.

Eddie squints at the deformed mess fizzing in Moe’s hand.

“I gotta side with Hazy here, Moe. I mean – c’mon. Did you actually want a Santa Claus-shaped bath bomb? Really?”

“Yeah,” she insists, “It’s limited edition, Dad. For the holiday collection.”

Eddie lets out a long sigh.

“Okay,” he says, “You guys are keeping this shit in your own rooms. Starting now.”

[nehalenniaspeil]

— Welcome 🌞⛲🍀

Hello Pagan Tumblr!

My name's Artemisia, and i've been walking a pagan path for 5 years. Here's a list of traditions/deities/ways that i'm working with :)

I. My Paths

· Avalonian tradition

· Celtic polytheism

· Hellenic/Roman polytheism

· Norse polytheism

II. My ways of Witchcraft

· Bath witchcraft

· Crystal witchcraft

· Elemental witchcraft

· Green witchcraft

· Hearth witchcraft

· Kitchen witchcraft

· Ogham

· Sacred wells & springs

· Sea witchcraft

· Sun witchcraft

· Swamp witchcraft

· Water witchcraft

· Weather witchcraft

III. Deities & spirits

🍀 IRISH/GAULISH/BRITTONIC/IBERIAN/WELSH 🍀

· Airmed

· Andraste

· Ataegina

· Brigid

· Coventina

· Elen of the Ways

· Epona

· Eriu

· Gráinne

· Gwenhwyfar

· Lady of the Lake

· Lugh

· Medb

· Morgan Le Fay

· Nantosuelta

· Nehalennia

· Nemetona (Arnemetia)

· Nimue

· Rhiannon

· Rosmerta

· Sequana

· Sirona

· Sulis Minerva

🦢 NORSE/GERMANIC 🦢

· Baldr

· Eir

· Eostre

· Freyja

· Frigga

· Hlín

· Idunna

· Óðinn

· Rán

· Sunna (Sól)

· Thor

· Valkyrjur

🌞 HELLENIC/ROMAN 🌞

· Amphitrite (Salacia)

· Aphrodite (Venus)

· Artemis

· Asklepios

· Eos

· Flora

· Fortuna

· Juno

· Jupiter (Zeus)

· Salus (Hygieia)

· Mars

· Minerva

· Neptuno (Poseidon)

· Pax

· Pomona

· Proserpina

· Sol Invictus

· Vesta (Hestia)

⛲ SPIRITS ⛲

· Lady of the Fountain

· Lady of the Lake

· Melusine

· Mermaids

· Naiads

· Nereids

· Oceanides

· Sisters of Avalon

· Spring/well spirits

· Undines

· Valkyrjur

[crimeronan]

winter is the shittiest season truly. i'm already predisposed to being cold due to the autoimmune disease but then i also get cold when i get hungry (not disease-related. this happens to everyone) and then if i want to get warm food, i have to walk out to my freezing kitchen and putter around touching cold dishes with my freezing hands and then wait for the food to heat up in the microwave or on the stove. i'm laying in my bathtub starving to death rn.

[toadsrbutch]

the face of a creature plagued by knowledge of her own existence

[newty]

🍯 author you know

🌻 least favourite character / hardest to write

🌷 writing achievement you want to brag about

summertime writers' asks

🍯 author you know

im the only person on this planet who knows andré tellier, other than my fc mates and coworkers who are constantly bombarded with the misadventures of my lil wet meow meow man. its still a mess but behold:

https://andretellier.com/

🌻 least favourite character / hardest to write

i havent written a character i disliked using in a while.... sometimes i get a bit stuck when im writing a friend's oc tho, bc i wanna represent them well and give them a fun setting/concept. allen, jorge, and the rest of jillian's spouses in my mafia, vigil, are super difficult to write since i lack a firm plot for them. they have many vibes, quirks, and conflicts that are interesting, but not enough to be able to write them on demand like my ishgardians.

🌷 writing achievement you want to brag about

honestly i still cant believe i wrote my thesis. i can see all the issues with it now (took years to find the strength to look at it again), but i really put everything my dying brain could muster in undergrad to complete it. i had no idea what i was doing, wanted to tear my hair out when my thesis director had me rewrite my prospectus 5 times, and submitted it while crying that i needed more time.

it was abt siegfried sassoon. he wrote abt wwi constantly, so he would revisit, rewrite, and recontextualize the same event in different formats & with different life perspectives. i analyzed the way his language for describing trauma changed as he aged & developed his voice. then i put his techniques into practice by writing a first person (the real HORROR) epistolary wwi story.

and then i got an a+. and was nominated to join phi beta kappa for it. my director had nothing but good things to say, and she was awed by how immersive my wwi diction was while my analysis of sass convinced her that he was much more than what she'd been teaching in her 1-day segment on the war poets. when i find my notes tearing apart his poems, diaries, fiction, and memoirs, i cant believe how smart i was

[quillkiller]

thinking about them..

[mumintroll]

got to finish cleaning the oven tray waaaaaa. i have it soaking in the bath bc its so big and so caked with grease. and i dont have anything thats like scrapy it needs to be scraped but im having to scrub it instead and my arms hurt

[life-spire]

[sportsthoughts]

waiting for this game is painful. i'm pacing the floor like a father shut out of the birthing chamber or something

[inspiredlivingspaces]

IG beckiowens - @haneens_haven

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

ever since I instituted my read-a-Wynne-Jones-cover-to-cover tradition, Labor Day is becoming one of my favorite holidays