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[twigoftetbury]

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[definegodliness]

Empty streets

Alone for too long, and, worse than that, feeling lonely, I gave life a try. Nothing's going on in this town, anyway, so my best bet was the first place that still shone their lights.

It was a dive bar, yet seen from outside, the atmosphere was just the perfect amount of dark.

Inside, I saw oaken all around. Greasy. Shining. Faint yellow drooped from the walls as if candlelight, but on second sight the flickering was merely emitted from dusty old light bulbs giving way underneath nicotine stained glass lampshades.

The patron hadn't noticed my entry, engaged in conversation. Engulfed in thick blue smoke wafting from his cigar. His unkempt overgrown grey handlebar moustache was painted maroon in a patch under his nose, revealed a heavy smoker. The dishcloth with which he washed a glass looked like a treasure map retrieved from underneath six centuries of transgenerational sludge.

He made no effort to disguise the fact I was killing the vibe by my mere presence, whatever vibe it was, when I sat down on one of the bar stools to order a drink.

I was feeling lonely. Now, I felt alien.

To my left were three people. Two wet lipped purple nosed deeply grooved men, and a wobbly pasty-red-faced run down — in the most tragic sense — potato sack of a woman amid them. I witnessed hopelessness incarnate. My hands folded between my knees like some schoolboy. My elbows still sticky from being obliviously laid upon that gruesome bar for a second.

Indeed, I was killing a vibe. I understood that, then. I wished I hadn't been there for the ritual.

Purple noses traded their wages to enable potato sack's alcohol infused dissociation with reality, and the permitted groping and drooling of and upon her parchment skin acknowledged tonight's lucky number seven would get his desired penetration, if he would not collapse under the weight of liquor.

I witnessed a made playing field between alcoholism, enabled, and the therein created boundless lust: the three drunk enough to forget how much they despised each other to fuck, therein balancing to keep their intake low enough to function.

First to collapse loses.

And if it would be she? House wins.

Eagerly.

I was killing a vibe. The patron raised his eyebrows at me. I ordered a shot of gin. All so not to plain simply flee from the scene. I chugged, and slammed the glass down. Said my thanks. And left.

Sometimes I still feel the need to wander through the night. Then I come past that dive bar. Yellow light shines. The three always sit there, at the bar. Shimmying. No one is allowed in. I was lonesome enough to try and outstayed my welcome as soon as I got in.

Still, what really unnerves me is the handlebar perpetually rubbing his dirty rag over the glasses. Never cleaning anything.

Watching.

--- 5-8-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[superstupendoussims]

Sobella and her fiance went to the flea market in the city to find furniture for the nursery,

Sobella skipped down the walkway, her hand intertwined with Anong's. The air was thick with the scent of old books, roasted chestnuts, and the faint aroma of something distinctly unidentifiable that only flea markets held. They were on a mission: to find the perfect finds for their soon-to-be nursery.

'It needs to be whimsical,' Sobella had declared, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. 'Something that captures the magic , you know?'

Anong, ever the practical one, had simply nodded, 'As long as it doesn't look like a clown threw up on it, I'm good.'

They meandered through the maze of stalls and furniture, their eyes scanning for anything that even remotely resembled what they where looking for. They passed mountains of dusty china, vintage clothing that wouldn't fit a Barbie doll, and enough trinkets to fill a museum. Finally, they stumbled upon a stall overflowing with antique lamps.

'Look!' Sobella exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement as she pointed to a lamp . The lampshade was a soft, with multicolored patterns on it.

Anong, usually a man of few words, was speechless. She had to admit, it was the most charming lamp she'd ever seen. Anong, her eyes shining brighter than fairy's wings, knew instantly it was the one.

'It's perfect,' she whispered, her hand reaching out to touch the delicate cloud patterns. 'It's just like a little dream.'

The old woman behind the stall, her face wrinkled like a crumpled piece of parchment, smiled warmly. 'It's a dream indeed,' she said, her voice a soft rasp. 'This lamp has been in my family for generations. It brings good luck and happy dreams to all who own it.'

, felt a warmth spread through her. As they paid for the lamp, she couldn't help but feel like she was acquiring more than just a piece of furniture. She was bringing home a little piece of magic, a tiny spark of hope for the future that awaited them.

[crones-trash]

I papered the kitchen w a Mary Englebright pattern I loved. The stove was a Chrysnbyn plastic kit. [Not shown because it needs to be glued back together.] I build the ice chest & cabinets from scratch. I am particularly proud of the ice box. The lid lifts & the door is held in place by a teeny tiny handle.

Pearl's had a bin of loose Housework's porch posts for a dime each & that decided the décor in the living room. The shelves & cabinets were fitted around the posts & made from strip wood & cardboard. The lamps at the back windows were fashioned out of decorative glass beads & had parchment lampshades before the mice ate them.

The blue empire sofa was one of the more expensive items S & I collected. The bentwood rocker was another survivor piece. The rug was needlepointed by Mama. The two little easy chairs were made from cardboard, cotton balls, & covered by fabric scraps. The green table lamp was given to S by her grandmother & originally non-working. I made it work by inserting a "grain of wheat" bulb into it.

The one piece in the living room of which I am the most proud is a replica of a Gustav Stickley desk. I only had a b&w photo to go by & think I made it a bit too shallow but, otherwise, I put a great deal of effort into the pigeon holes & working drawers. I also designed & printed out the stationary & made tiny envelopes & even stamps! The desk chair is a survivor.

The last remnant in the stash of surviving objects included 2 German-made dolls, which had been greatly abused. I used oil-based retouching paints, which Papa just happened to have, to re-paint their faces & transformed them as nearly as I could into replicas of Mama & Papa in Victorian garb.

When I presented my work, Mama asked, "But, where are you?" That's when I made the doll of myself. So there we are: Papa tending the fire, Mama busy in the kitchen, and myself forever vainly adjusting my coif.

The End.

[mealvaan]

Home

He knows he has to jimmy the key a certain way. It comes to him as easily as breathing does. The telltale click precedes his stumbling into the central chamber, and all his bags and layers that clung to him in sagging branches pile onto the floor. He peers through the dim light to his bed, lofted and solitary, that beckons for him to take respite.

For all intents and purposes, this apartment should be home.

Written upon the deed is the name Vahri’a Korla, replacing his sister’s own. A document riddled with legalese he would spend moons attempting to parse. Instead, he spent those moons decorating the place as he saw fit; it’s everything he could want in the span of a mere handful of paces. 

The room is never too hot or too cold. A bowl of purchased fruit isn’t difficult to forage in, to say the least. His bookshelves are lined with a wealth of knowledge and entertainment — answers to lingering questions no longer hidden in a thicket of discourse, tales of faraway people with their interesting lives and enrapturing dynamics. The running water is his alone, splashing atop smooth, unthreatening marble and always clean. He can lie in the bathtub as long as he wants.

The aforementioned bed sits atop its platform that threatens the heavens, were it not close to the ceiling. Its altitude mimics the thicker branches of trees he’d climb for refuge. The light is permanently dimmed, a thick, rounded lampshade obstructing the bulb within, a pale imitation of the Mother Moon. The dark wood panels, installed over hidden windows, remind of a Shroud horizon — or the fact that there isn’t one, only patterns of tree trunks as far as the eye can see, and the deep browns of northern foliage atop. 

Most of all, it is peace and quiet, solitary silence, shoulder to shoulder with empty air. 

Vahri’a discards his final bag among the rest, too tired to arrange the pieces in their rightful places. Palms hover over the staircase. There’s the grave temptation to climb with his full weight, hug the wood like the tree trunk it imitates. But all the clamber up requires is his two legs, and so he obliges. It’s the way the furniture was intended. 

Sleep doesn’t come to him easily despite everything. The way he repositions himself becomes more drastic each time; a foot hangs off the bed, then an arm, then his whole upper half. He’s face to face with his meager chest of drawers. Maybe there’s something in there that will help pass the time so he can drift into blissfully ignorant slumber.

The bottom drawer catches his attention, even though he knows it’s empty.

Hold on — no, it isn’t.

Fingers awkwardly claw at the back of the drawer, extracting a small folded note. The parchment has yellowed over time. Such a thing is delicately unraveled. 

Within, the familiar handwriting is marred with scratches and corrections, sentences that go nowhere and are crossed out in scratchy ink. What’s salvageable he reads squinting without his spectacles, guided only by his mumbled verbiage.

Vahri,

I’m moving out soon and gonna leave this place to you. Me and my friends got together and found a place. You stay here enough anyway and I don’t wanna sell it to some arsehole who isn’t gonna use it.

It got sprung on me and I didn’t wanna say no or anything because they all worked so hard to get it. I know it’s late notice but hopefully this letter makes it OK. So please don’t be mad. I’ll keep you updated and we can talk about it over dinner some time. OK?

- Meindo

Judging by the wrinkles in the paper, the lack of an envelope, and the fact that he never found it — he was never supposed to find it.

Though it was meant for him, she’d unwittingly addressed it to their mother, and she had fittingly left it for the dead.

[frenchelshade]

A Comprehensive Guide to Custom Lampshades: Elevate Your Interior Design

In interior design, details matter, and custom lampshades can significantly impact a room's aesthetics. Whether you're looking to enhance your floor lamps, wall lamps, or table lamps, or prefer the stylish look of drum lamp shades, custom options allow you to reflect your unique style. Let's delve into the world of custom lampshades and explore how they can transform your living spaces.

Why Choose Custom Lampshades?

Custom lampshades offer numerous benefits over standard, off-the-shelf options. They allow you to:

Match your existing decor perfectly.

Choose the exact size, shape, and color.

Select materials that align with your aesthetic and practical needs.

Create a focal point in your room with unique designs.

Floor Lamp Shades: Elevate Your Space

Floor lamps are versatile lighting solutions that can fit into various spaces, from living rooms to bedrooms. Custom floor lamp shades can enhance these fixtures, providing a personalized touch that complements your interior design.

Choosing the Right Material

When selecting a material for your custom floor lamp shade, consider the ambiance you want to create. For a warm, cozy feel, opt for fabrics like linen or cotton. For a more modern, sleek look, choose materials like parchment or silk. The material can also affect the diffusion of light, with thicker materials providing a softer glow and thinner ones allowing more light to pass through.

Color and Pattern Choices

The color and pattern of your floor lamp shade can significantly impact the room's mood. Neutral tones like beige, white, or gray can blend seamlessly with most decor styles. Bold colors and patterns, on the other hand, can make a statement and add a pop of personality to your space.

Wall Lamp Shades: Stylish and Functional

Wall lamps are excellent for saving space and adding focused lighting. Custom wall lamp shades can enhance their functionality while adding a decorative element to your walls.

Size and Shape Considerations

The size and shape of your wall lamp shade should correspond to the lamp's purpose. For reading or task lighting, a narrower, more focused shade is ideal. For ambient lighting, a wider shade that disperses light more broadly works better. Customizing the size and shape ensures that the wall lamp fits perfectly into your space and meets your lighting needs.

Coordinating with Wall Decor

When customizing wall lamp shades, consider the existing wall decor. A shade that matches or complements your wall color, artwork, or other decorations can create a cohesive and visually pleasing look. Customization allows you to choose shades that seamlessly integrate with your decor.

Drum Lamp Shades: Modern Elegance

Drum lamp shades are a popular choice for their clean, modern lines and versatile style. They can be used with various lamp types, including floor, table, and pendant lamps.

Versatility in Design

One of the main advantages of drum lamp shades is their versatility. They come in various sizes and can be customized to fit any lamp base. Whether you prefer a minimalist design or something more elaborate, a custom drum lamp shade can be tailored to your specifications.

Material and Color Options

Drum lamp shades can be made from a variety of materials, each offering a different look and feel. Fabric shades are soft and classic, while metal or glass shades can provide a more contemporary edge. The color you choose can either blend in with your decor or stand out as a focal point.

Table Lamp Shades: Personal Touches

Table lamps are often focal points in a room, and custom table lamp shades can enhance their appeal. Whether for a bedside table, a desk, or a living room end table, the right shade can make a significant difference.

Matching the Lamp Base

When customizing a table lamp shade, it’s essential to consider the lamp base. The shade should complement the base in terms of style, color, and proportion. A well-matched lamp and shade can become a statement piece in your room.

Functionality and Aesthetics

Table lamps often serve both functional and decorative purposes. A custom shade can ensure that the lamp provides the right amount of light for reading or working while also enhancing the room's overall decor. You can choose a shade that directs light downward for focused tasks or one that diffuses light more broadly for ambient lighting.

The Fenchelshades Difference

When it comes to custom lampshades, Fenchelshades is a name that stands out for its quality and craftsmanship. Their wide range of customizable options ensures that you can find the perfect lampshade to match your style and needs. From selecting the right fabric and color to choosing the exact dimensions, Fenchelshades allows you to create a truly unique lampshade.

Conclusion

Custom lampshades offer a fantastic opportunity to personalize your home’s lighting. Whether you need floor lamp shades, wall lamp shades, drum lamp shades, or table lamp shades, customizing these elements can elevate your interior design. By carefully selecting materials, colors, and sizes, you can create lighting solutions that are both functional and stylish. Explore the world of custom lampshades and see how a small change can make a big difference in your home.

[ignorememode]

27.10.23

I want you to see the hole in my shirt where your heart went through like a Colt 45, and opened a dream at the back of the neck. Here, let me unbutton it for you. Notice the ribs, those sweet things you loved, notice the insides, the parchment lampshades, the books, the furniture. Notice yourself sitting, holding my hand on a winter night, notice the look in my eyes, now close it all up and walk away.

Stumble, pretend you’re dead. Just for me, pretend you can be hurt by something so simple as a failed emotion. Pretend you have seen loss. For god’s sake what was I holding when you said good morning.

Pier Giorgio di Cicco 09:19am

09:27am

I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel I want to drive you through the night, down the hills I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear 09:32am

[shootgunman]

What's my layout style lighting?

Lighting is one of the most important elements of any room, and it can make a big difference in an open-plan living room. To create a cozy atmosphere, use layers of lighting, such as a combination of overhead, wall sconces, and lamps. For a modern look, opt for a sleek ceiling light, while a vintage chandelier can give the room a classic feel.

Start by working out how much light you need in your room. This will rely on a variety of things, consisting of the size and also design of the room, in addition to just how you wish to use it. Yet as a handy general rule, in a sitting room or bedroom, you will need around 10-20 lumens per square foot, while a bathroom or kitchen requires around 70-80 lumens per square foot To get a concept of the fundamental lumens required for your space, increase the length as well as width of the room to get the square footage, as well as multiply that number by the pertinent numbers for the type of area to get the varieties of lumens. (So for example, in a huge 300 sq ft living area you 'd want in between 3000 and also 6000 lumens). After that make sure the bulbs in the room - from ceiling lights, wall lights and lamps - add up to someplace because variety. Figure out more about lumens, and also how to light different areas within your house at crystal-lighting-centre.com Your illumination scheme can aid to establish the interior decoration tone of your room, as well as your option of styles and also materials can have a considerable result on the way a room feels and look. When selecting your illumination, you need to take into consideration the existing style and also style of the room. You can match the design style by matching like with like: for instance, a modern style of light suitable with streamlined, tidy lines will fit well within a contemporary area, while a more traditional design and also form will fit a much more typical setting.

At the same time, designer lamp shades are an effective (and also affordable) way of presenting some colour as well as texture into your layout plan. Lampshades can be found in all type of various materials and also layouts, from silk as well as parchment to block-printed cotton, hemp and ikat, each of which has its own attractive characteristics, as well as each of which diffuses the light in a different way. Locate your ideal lampshade from https://www.ceiling-lights.co.uk

[lamaisonpeinte]

Embellishing a plain old parchment lampshade with chinoiserie birds design rice paper, silk gimp and antique goldwork trim

[night-wolf-1985]

Creating accents and also ambience with floor lamps

Using floor lamps for efficient task lights when it comes to task lights, floor lamps are a reliable as well as eye-catching alternative. For some targeted lighting in a living-room, a striking floor lamp or more will certainly look excellent standing beside, or a little behind, a sofa or a team of couches to produce a specified area. Meanwhile, a trendy reading floor lamp can look fantastic suspended over an analysis chair or desk area, and also will certainly add height as well as rate of interest to the room. Choose a style of floor lamp that directs the light downwards, and make sure the bottom of the shade rests at around eye level. In the room, a flexible floor lamp can provide a good choice to a bedside table lamp, for some climatic going to bed reading. In addition to giving sensible lighting, floor lamps can be used to create a sense of cosiness and also affection. A fashionable floor lamp in the dining-room will develop a wonderful warm ambience for eating and also socialising. Check out our amazing dining room furniture collection deals at i-furnitures.com A floor lamp likewise can be a fantastic means of including some personality to a dark or empty space Utilise a striking, standalone floor lamp to make more of an unpleasant edge or a disliked location. Or to create a cosy chill-out space, combine a traditional upright floor lamp with a favourite armchair. Matching floor lamps can create a sense of balance and also communication. Try putting a pair on either side of a central feature such as a fire place, to create an eye-catching centrepiece. Floor lamps can additionally be made use of to highlight building attributes on a wall or ceiling. Combine your chosen floor lamp with an opaque lamp shade for some effective accent illumination. And also in the bedroom, integrating an unabridged mirror with a fashionable floor lamp will aid to reflect the ambient light and produce a relaxing vibe. A semi-translucent silk or bed linen lamp shade will create a softer, much more diffused light. Selecting a floor lamp to suit your area. The appropriate floor lamp can enhance as well as emphasise your layout system. Floor lamps been available in all sorts of shapes, sizes, products as well as colours, from wood, brass and metal bases, to silk, parchment, cotton, jute and also lampshades. When picking floor lamps for your space, you need to think about the range and also dimensions of the area, in addition to your existing decoration, furnishings and general style theme. The appropriate style of a floor lamp will certainly aid to pull everything with each other within the space. When it pertains to floor lamps, size issues. It's important to think about the height of the room and the size of your existing furniture. For example, a tripod floor lamp can look wonderful in the best environments but might make a smaller area with a low ceiling feel more enclosed. Likewise, if you're wanting to match your existing design style, objective to match like with like. A sleek, structured metal number will certainly fit perfectly in a modern space, while a more typical setup may fit a more timeless framework such as an elegant, upright pillar floor lamp in wood or brass, paired with a tapered product shade, which will certainly look the part and spread the light well around the area. At www.eden-furniture.co.uk we have attractive ornamental dining room furniture to make your house lovelier to match your effective designer floor lamps here.

[etsypicks8]

Choose Best Lamp for Living Room

All living rooms ought to have lamps. It’s a well established fact. In any case, that’s not a well established fact is the way to choose the ideal lamp for your living room. Or then again do you want something more inconspicuous? Are you searching for something traditional or present day? Fortunately, I’m here to help! So continue reading to figure out all that you need to be aware of picking a lamp for your living room!

Consider the size of your living room and the brightness of light you need

As a matter of some importance, it is suggested that you purchase brand lighting. Our brand, Etsypicks., is focused on offering top notch and cutthroat cost decorative lights for yourself as well as your families, for example, indoor wall lamps, outside wall lights, table lamps, floor lamps, and other lamps. Etsypicks. quality is guaranteed because the lamp apparatuses are generally sold on the market for quite a long time. We center around the variety temperature, glowing transition, and softness of all the lights. The lighting in the kids’ room and bedroom is especially important, so choose us, and you can talk about whether the lighting is adequate or not.

It is also suggested that you choose a slightly larger lamp in the living room. Not exclusively should the brightness be adequate, yet in addition you ought to also consider the style of the lights which need to be the same style as your room.

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How to Choose an interior design style

According to the style of the lamp, the lighting can be essentially separated into four different styles: European, Chinese, American, and present day. These four kinds of lighting have their own benefits. Present day lamps: Straightforwardness, alternative, and the quest for fashion are the greatest features of current lamps.

European-style lamps: Similar to the European-style decoration style that emphasizes dazzling decoration, strong varieties, and wonderful shapes to achieve a graceful and extravagant decorative effect, European-style lamps center around curvilinear shapes and magnificence in variety.

American-style lamps: Compared with European-style lamps, American-style lamps don’t appear to be vastly different. The materials utilized are the same. American-style lamps actually center around classical sentiments, yet the style and shape are relatively basic, the appearance is straightforward and liberal, and it pays more attention to relaxation and solace.

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Choose a Lamp With a Shade That Brings a Different Effect

What are the decorative effects achieved by the different materials of the lampshade? The material lampshade gives a basic and elegant impression, the paper lampshade can create a hazy and dreamy atmosphere, and the metal lampshade has a cool temperament and innovation. The drum-shaped lampshade brings a nostalgic inclination. In the bedroom, we can choose the lampshade made of silk, especially the hand-sewed and hand-painted lampshade, which can carry a soft inclination to the room and add an intimate atmosphere; in the living room, we can choose the lampshade made of material or parchment.

Secondly, you only need to pay attention to the variety. The white lampshade has better light penetration and can be matched with the crystal base to create a crystal clear effect; the black and hued lamps have relatively unfortunate light penetration.

With adjustable lamps, you can find one that’s ideally suited for your home. A portion of our favorite plans incorporate the beautiful floor lamp with a matching work area or table extension arm- — intended to be level adjusted as well! For this part, I might want to acquaint two lamps with you.

A variety of adjustable floor lamps are available to supplement the style in your living room, lounge area, and bedrooms. Made from strong brass with completes that range between cleaned or antiqued bronze for an elegant shift focus over to satin nickel so you can find something amazing without having too many matching pieces!

[twigoftetbury]

An interior décor is never complete without good lighting. Lighting is the most important parts of home decor. The way you set up your lighting can highlight your decorative elements beautifully. 

[doccywhomst]

So, it's a well know fact that Eight smells of honey, so what do you think the rest of the Doctors would smell like (Yankee Candle Gallifrey Limited Edition Scents Range?)?

this is an incredible question, and i'm extra excited to answer it because i have smell-color/texture synesthesia! most of my senses overlap significantly - so let's switch on the smell-o-vision and see what's up.

first doctor: the attic. dust, vanilla, clean linen, wool. creaking floor boards. the smell that i associate with a bright window in a dark room. warmth. old, yellowing books. humming. somewhere in the distance, windchimes.

second doctor: the back garden. gardenias, petunias, roses. sweet but earthy. grass and rich, damp soil. cold water. a brook babbling over large, rounded rocks. a recorder. two people talking quietly, then laughing.

third doctor: the garage. metal, oil rags, newspapers, old boxes. clean clothes and grimy hands. a sigh of relief. someone scratching out notes with a fountain pen. operatic singing, including the instrumentals.

fourth doctor: the parlor. honeyed whiskey, smoke, old rugs, books. a drunken game of charades. a gramophone playing softly. glasses clinking. loud, booming laughter. scattered applause and a bow.

fifth doctor: the lawn. freshly cut grass, a cup of afternoon darjeeling with lemon. falling asleep in the sunshine while reading. "tangy." daisy chains. birds singing, friends strolling. ozone - chances of rain later. pages turning.

sixth doctor: the scullery. eggs, toast, ham, and fresh fruit. a spice cabinet. lavender soap. freshly-brewed coffee: two creams, three sugars. morning sunlight through a window prism. reading the paper with your feet up. a friendly and intellectual discussion.

seventh doctor: the library. ink, parchment, leather, your grandfather's cologne. brass knobs on locked mahogany doors. a clock ticking on the mantle. vases filled with fresh lilies. dusty photo albums. someone muttering. typewriter keys clacking. ding.

eighth doctor: the music room, adjacent to the library. the scents mingle with lemon furniture polish, old brocade upholstery, and oil paintings. velvet and satin. darjeeling with honey. an open window. sandalwood. a violin: the whole house sings with it.

shalka doctor: the basement near the cellar. red wine, cheese, oak, cinnamon. chaise lounges, wooden chests, decorative beaded lampshades from the 1920s. an Édith Piaf record plays quietly. framed sepia pictures on every surface. a fireplace glows with embers; he's taking a nap. there's a plate of snickerdoodles on the mantle. (thanks, six.)

war doctor: he hasn't been home in a while.

ninth doctor: the main stairway, just past the foyer. a little trace of every room, plus the metal slag and sulfur on his clothes. a dab of vanilla. halfway up the stairs or halfway down? up, he decides. humming, he reaches the top and wipes the blood from his boots. he hangs his jacket on a hook and smiles.

tenth doctor: the master bedroom, if you can call it that. it's mostly storage space: boxes, filing cabinets, drawers, antique desks, and shelves crammed with mementos. maps cover the walls, but he rarely looks at them. his bed is always made, and never slept in. wood pulp, musk, candle wax, ink, and roses.

eleventh doctor: the games room. chalk, polish, tea brewing, a splash of whiskey from the decanter. billiards and backgammon sets. the Candy Land and Monopoly boxes are well-loved but shelved. the arcades along the back wall are dark and dusty. in a corner, a man plays both sides of chess. he sighs.

twelfth doctor: the office. wood paneling, Persian rugs, a jukebox. piles and piles of ungraded essays. a coffee with ten sugars and a peeled orange. black nail polish, chocolate, spice. every book in the room has been read and annotated, twice. dents in the ceiling from throwing and catching a cricket ball. somewhere, a guitar strums. laughter.

thirteenth doctor: the balcony. fresh air. a hammock creaks. an empty flask of vodka, pink sunglasses, rainbow socks with toes. crystals and half-finished machines litter the stone. plants in painted pots, little gurgling fountains, trays of homemade incense baking in the sun. oh, and windchimes.

so, this turned into a bit of a poetry project, haha.... oops. if you got this far, i congratulate you. in the same way that Yankee Candle names can be very abstract, i wanted to capture the general mood of the doctors' scents and how they relate. ❤

[needleworkreve]

@mack3030 @xldkx (full flickr album)

I’ve been fielding questions from friends that don’t make cc or do 3-d imaging about how these screenshots mean they stole meshes and did the behind the scenes work to doxx people. So I did a bit of an ELI5. 

CC is made up of a few parts, 

the mesh, or form that makes the item look 3-d; 

the UV Map, or textures, the part that has color;

the programming that allows it to work.

When we recolor something, the texture is split into 3 more layers: 

the diffuse layer- the picture

the normal map, also called bump map, an embossed layer that adds dimensionality without polygons; 

the specular map, also called spec map, way of telling the game engine where to add shine and how much in what way. (I have a deep dive into spec maps here)

When they talk about baking a watermark into the normal map that means that they are changing the bump map to have a very slight difference that won’t show very much in game, but will in their image editor. Assuming they keep a database of serial numbers and who they sent them out to, it would be easy to keep track of who got what. This is what is meant by “trackers in the cc.” It isn’t a key logger or something, it’s more like how you know if the cash you are handling is legal tender. 

Watermarks are so old that the term comes from the parchment and papermaking trades of the Middle Ages. They would take a stamp and press it into the damp sheet and create a thinner area. This would create a mark that would be distinct to the shop that made it and would show when held up to the light. Such things are still employed today by paper makers. Someone who is experienced at editing images and making images wouldn’t need to ask how to make a watermark. It would take experimentation to get it looking the way they wanted it, but it wouldn’t require them to consult about how to do it at all. They might want to see if there’s an easier way or post about how they do it asking about how others do it so they can compare. 

In the example about the doll, they are concerned about the level of detail in the doll’s mesh. Every object in the game, including the sims and their clothes is made up of polygons (called polys) that at their most basic look like a pyramid. The more polys something has the more complex it is and the more detailed it is. Think about the way that Mine Craft is compared to The Sims 4 and Grand Theft Auto. If you look at the doll, it is extremely detailed. I can see parts of its eye, the way its cloths wrinkle, individual strands of hair. She says that it has 2,000,000 polys and she would like to get them down to about 20,000. This would reduce the complexity by 99%. 

The doll in the Twitter post looks unchanged to me from the original model she purchased, but with a diffuse layer. If 99% of the polys had been removed from that promo shot, then I wouldn’t be able to see the details in the hair and the face in the same way as the mesh shot. I am a rank n00b at blender, but it seems to me that after removing all that detail from the mesh, it would lose most of what attracted me to it in the first place. I would probably be better served by making a new, simpler mesh and then adding the unique details on the diffuse layer. The fact that she’s asking for help to remove this much details suggests that using the decimate tool is too hard for her or that creating a new mesh inspired by this one is beyond her skills.

And finally we come to the lamp which she is wondering how to unwrap. Unwrapping the UV Map is the process of making flat shapes that can be made to cover the mesh. Imagine taking your clothes apart at the seams to lay the pieces flat. This is a basic task someone who was able to make such a complicated lamp would’ve been able to do. There are multiple ways to approach this, generally you’d go for a long trapezoid for the lampshade and various sizes of rectangles for the base. 

To sum up: Given these three examples, there is no way she would’ve been able to make the hundreds of items in her back catalog. If she had attempted to make even a quarter of them, she wouldn’t have needed to ask these questions. 

[pajamamadonna]

Unknown Pleasures (Chapter 10)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40337385/chapters/102061815

Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham (18+)

study-sessions gone awry, blanket forts, mutual masturbation

cw: sexual content (minors, please dni)

Sat on the mattress, Eddie halts his scribbling, flipping the yellow necked pencil (brittle in his hold)—rubbering an eraser spot of red shavings. Rich like Jupiter’s storm, swirling and angry, between notebook blue lines. Where, inked in its oil, are half muted numbers—hatched and scratched from repeat efforts (the paper pulped). Frustration perched in Eddie’s belly’s pulley—bubbling to his chest, up his throat, and out of his mouth; ruddy through the clench of his teeth. “I hate calculus,” he grits a subdued shout, tossing the notebook to the ground—paper rustling as he flops (gently in mind of snapped ribs) on the bed, his arms open and asking.

“Then let’s take a break,” Chrissy says gently, drooping the textbook in her lap—curled, as she is, in the stained beige chair. Attuned to the tension of tutoring—aware of Eddie’s impatience, disinterest, and fragile devotion (his parchment crinkled from care). So set to assist his senior success—dutifully instructing in hopes that Ms. O’Donnell’s D will hold above its lower letter (though not at the cost of Eddie’s confidence).

Where, in the generosity of Chrissy’s pause, Eddie sighs—moved by the grief of scholarly struggling. And too, of the past’s firm failings. His head throbbing from frenetic focus. Its pulse redirected in the ready rinse of lust—Eddie lolling his head in the blankets and reaching a hand to Chrissy. “Yes,” he agrees, distracted by the beauty of her cheeks (shining like buffed and blushing marble). “Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie grins, its line messy.

To which, Chrissy giggles, her legs crossed (one Ked bouncing). “A break, Eddie,” she scolds sweetly. “Not a makeout session.”

The billowing in Eddie’s jeans, indifferent to Chrissy’s refusal. So he sighs, jutting his bottom lip—widening his eyes like two wet brown wafers. Before fretting an unfiltered smile—enjoying the challenge of Chrissy’s charge. It’s nice to be ordered about, he thinks. Disobedience, a tasty avenue to attention (a lesson so long ago learned). Where Eddie adopts a smug smile—stitch-free and balanced on the undecided edge of waxing or waning in merry misbehavior. “And how should we fill the time instead?” He asks, lifting a performative grin—its glisten snaked in the syrup of scratchy sulking sarcasm.

While Chrissy cocks a savvy smile. “What if…” She trails and looks around, brightening with a strawberry burst. “I helped you clean your room?” She says.

To which, Eddie lifts his head from the mattress—knitting with a horrified smirk. “That’s an impossible task,” he slugs.

“No, it’ll be easy,” Chrissy insists, rising to her feet and walking for his bedside table. “We can do one spot at a time,” she says, riddling her fingers as though they were itchy. Before brandishing in action—where she begins to shift and slide the scattered objects along the table’s sticky surface. A preppy seer playing walnut games. 

While Eddie watches in muffled dismay (slowly lifting and chewing salty pretzels)—grinning with dull embarrassment as Chrissy collects the empty cans and beer bottles. Dumping them (along with the contents of the ashtray) in the handled mouth of an uncrumpled plastic bag. Whereafter, Chrissy arranges the automotive magazine, the copper bottle of cologne, the arm-clicking pair of sunglasses, and the stack of cassette tapes beneath the bell of the lampshade. The turn, rather pleasing for its newfound organization. Though Eddie understands himself (his habits and his absent-mindedness) well enough to predict the disruption within a matter of hours. Still, he appreciates the efforts, grinning as Chrissy opens her arms.

“See,” she says, her smile faltering as she scans the rest of the room—unconvinced of her fortitude.

So Eddie laughs lightly. “It looks great,” he grins, poking his tongue past his teeth and rolling to take Chrissy’s hand—pulling her to straddle ‘stride his hips. Where she settles with a surprised giggle and its subsequent sigh—her pelvis, a seashell at his belt. Her form, a mirage at the base of his mountain. As Eddie laces his fingers in hers and dips her for a kiss.

A pleasant press in the pillows—a glide of his tongue between her lips. And then soaking with bated breath—warm and wet and wanting—Chrissy’s arms braced in the heels of Eddie’s hands (earned by his ears). Her balance, blissful in his basin—ripened as she strokes her hips and bites his lip. Rough as she retreats.

To which, Eddie growls—his voice breaking as he shifts his hands to hold Chrissy’s straightened spine. Randy and panting as she cracks her eyes and softens a smile. While Eddie lies, hard and unhearing—gulping for breath. His brow furrowed (his face, a grumble) for the sight of Chrissy’s snack stern head shake. Pink and pretty.

So he startles the crinkled comforter in a fast fist—grabbing the blanket and pulling it to parachute above them. Smiling as the cover sinks its shroud, light sifting through its warm weave. “What if we made a fort?” He whispers excitedly, sucking the caps of his teeth—nodding like he has an answering vote.

To which, Chrissy laughs. “You’ve got to study,” she says, her tone firm despite its honey.

Where Eddie bats his lashes longingly—punching a purposed pout. “We can study in the fort,” he vibrates to pressure his point.

So Chrissy eases—a giggle in her gossamer. “You’re hard to say no to, you know,” she laments amidst levity.

“I know,” Eddie grins, making mischievous eyes.

As Chrissy slides off and starts instructing—pointing for Eddie’s agreed performance. “We’ll need chairs first,” she says.

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie replies, swelling in his shorts. Where he skips to carry a vinyl-edged desk chair from the crowd of its corner, his T-shirt lifting from his belt as he hoists the seat above his head—walking to place it across the room. Guarded by the garden gnome—glued with a galvanized grunt. Eddie, humming as Chrissy next directs for sheets. So he tosses the cotton covers from his mattress—obedient as he scrounges an extra set of bedding from the closet. Passing the tenting to Chrissy before spreading a moth-munched knit blanket on the rust-colored carpet (a rug of sorts). Where Eddie and Chrissy begin to shape the fort, draping the architectured cloaking and blocking the light—pinning corners to desks beneath stacks of frayed books. And wrapping headrests and arms with silver dimpled duct tape bitten from its wheel. After which, Eddie climbs on the bed, ducking for the curtained door of the fort and tossing his lumpy pillows inside (fleeced like grinning frisbees).  Earned as Chrissy follows their flight. Wherein she fluffs and files the interior design. While Eddie pulls the lamp (cord taut) from his bedside table, dropping to all fours, tipping its shade, and crawling through the mouth of the orange-lit fort.

A fortress and a phallus erected (persistent in its duration). Where Eddie places the lamp and jerks to his back, his eyes dancing the stretch of the sheets—settling, with a swallow, on the smatter of semen-stain constellations. “Those stains are, uh…” He starts, trailing noncommittally—closing his mouth and lifting a little look at Chrissy. “I don’t know what those stains are,” he drawls (decided upon his roof-raked return)—flushed for the feel of Chrissy’s chosen grin.

Rolling his eyes—groaning as she cracks the textbook, ready to resume their study (her eyelids bright and starry). To which, Eddie slathers a sigh. “I can’t think when I’m hot,” he digs his heels in diversion—gritting his teeth and tugging furiously at his shirt. Crossing his arms and pulling the garment from his head—spinning its collar on his wrist and flinging the tee through the jaws of the fort, his ribcage rippling rudely (his mullet, a mane).

Where Eddie can feel the churn of Chrissy’s stare—the ogle in her bobble. Stippling self-pleasure in his smile at first. But when Chrissy reaches out tenderly—her eyes shining as she closes to caress an inch of knuckle along the line of Eddie’s jaw—his stomach turns, his breath catching. Hitched for the uncommonness of focused doting—for the care in her stare. Its swallow sweeping nauseously as Chrissy drops to trace his collarbones, the teeth of his tattoo, and then to stroke the stretch of cloth, wrapped so delicately around his ribs—her fingers feathering the gauze. Wherein, Eddie senses the weight of her sympathy—her apology and her kindness, the slippers of each fleeting brush.

So Eddie clears his throat—his Adam’s apple heavy as it works. Pitched as he slides his hand beneath his waistband, taking gentle hold of hot flesh. Tugs, which tell a chuffing interruption—unable to take the openness of Chrissy’s touching adoration.

She, who shoots wide eyes and shifts to the cuffs of Eddie’s belt—tuning for the strain of denim.

But Eddie stills Chrissy’s hand, his fingertips calloused on her soft wrist. “Wait,” he says, his voice like mellowed milk. “I want to watch you,” he grins without doing so.

“Watch me do what?” Chrissy asks, her brow knit—teal in the elvenness of innocence.

“Touch yourself,” Eddie rasps—doing just so himself. Where his bottom lip catches on the huff of his breath. “I’ll do it too,” he manages, blushing from a bloom of heat.

As Chrissy lines her lips in thought. Before nodding so gently, Eddie thinks he might finish then—his heartbeat, a flexing fist in his chest. Stunned to a stall as Chrissy sits back on her heels, lifting her tartan skirt and skating her hand beneath its hem—exposing the cotton rectangle of skin-snug lilac, which contours her cunt. Where she begins to rub at its apex—letting a little gasp as she smarts and then circles.

So Eddie sweeps a thumb at his head—mirroring Chrissy’s motion, his eyes rocking to half-moons of white; a bulb in the base of his belly. Burning as Eddie licks his lips and undoes his belt—popping his button, unseaming his zipper, and freeing his cock for fresh air. 

Chrissy moaning.

Eddie groaning.

Breathy.

Bruised.

The tendons of Chrissy’s neck tensing and loosening in time—her hand, an ark atop the sweetest wave; a penny of moisture pooling on her panties.

Eddie’s balls bouncing in answer (ripe and round and ready). His prick, dense and warming—twitching as he hastens the jerking of his fist, shutting his eyes and yanking his wrist. Only seconds before he is spilling with a grated grunt (a shredded shout)—spurting lines of lapping white to the crease of his sternum, some catching in the nestle of hair beneath his navel. His chest heaving and his throat hoarse—holding as Chrissy starts to waver.

“Keep going,” he pants—breathless and fogged; overstimulated by observation. Eased as Chrissy finally finds her finish—riding the flitting of her fingers, her sigh like lavender as it settles.

And Eddie slumps in the pillows, his eyes closed as he softens. Before untucking the bandana from his back pocket—wiping the mess from his hand and his stomach, righting himself with a zip, and tossing the fabric aside. Where he rolls to cover Chrissy in a hug, wrapping his arms and pulling her to lie by his side.

Chrissy, laughing as she thunks the open textbook to splay smoothly on Eddie’s face (its spine in line with his nose), the pages crisp—the smell, academic. A scent he breathes in.

Before Chrissy crinkles a grin and removes the book, sighing to curl against his chest. Where they stay for a time—recollecting and returning. Eddie’s head light—his bones relaxed.

Until Chrissy turns to him.“Eddie,” she says, her stare serious.

“Yeah,” he answers, his brow bending in concern.

While Chrissy locates something sturdy inside her. “I don’t want to hide anymore,” she says—quiet despite the firmness in her voice (rich with ruled intention).

So Eddie takes her face in his hand. “Me neither, sweetheart,” he grins—sloppy and sure.

[frenchelshade]

Revive Your Lighting with Lampshade Repair to unleash beauty and Functionality

Lampshades are an essential component of any lighting fixture, adding both functionality and aesthetic appeal to your home decor. Over time, however, these delicate accessories can become worn out, torn, or damaged due to regular use or accidents. Fortunately, with proper lampshade repair techniques, you can restore their beauty and functionality, saving money on replacements and preserving the sentimental value of your cherished pieces.

Learning how to repair lampshades can be a rewarding and cost-effective DIY project-

1. Assessing the Damage

Before diving into the repair process, it's crucial to assess the extent of the damage to your lampshade. Identifying the specific issues will help you choose the appropriate repair approach and ensure a successful restoration. Common problems include:

Tears or rips in the fabric or material

Damaged or missing trims and embellishments

Bent or broken frames and supports

Discoloration or stains

Warping or misshaping

2. Gathering Necessary Tools and Materials

Once you've evaluated the condition of your lampshade, gather the necessary tools and materials to begin the repair process. The supplies you'll need may vary depending on the type of damage and the material of your lampshade, but some common items include:

Replacement fabric or material

Glue suitable for lampshade repair (fabric glue, hot glue gun)

Scissors or utility knife

Tape measure

Replacement trims and embellishments

Wire cutters or pliers for frame repairs

Paint or fabric dye for colour restoration

3. Repairing Tears and Rips

If your lampshade has tears or rips in the fabric, it's essential to address them promptly to prevent further damage. First, clean the damaged area to remove any dust or debris. Then, carefully apply fabric glue along the edges of the tear and press them together firmly. For larger tears, you may need to reinforce the backside with a patch of matching fabric.

4. Fixing Frame and Support Issues

For lampshades with bent or broken frames, gently reshape or mend them using pliers or wire cutters. In cases where the damage is severe, consider replacing the frame entirely. Look for a replacement frame that matches the size and shape of your original one.

5. Restoring Discoloration and Stains

To restore the colour of your lampshade and eliminate stains, you can try different methods depending on the material. For fabric lampshades, use a fabric dye specifically designed for the material type and follow the instructions on the product carefully. If your lampshade is made of paper or parchment, you may need to carefully sponge off stains with a damp cloth.

6. Replacing Trims and Embellishments

If your lampshade features decorative trims and embellishments that are damaged or missing, consider replacing them with new ones. Choose trims that match the style and design of your lampshade and attach them securely with glue or other appropriate methods.

7. Cleaning and Maintenance

Regular cleaning and maintenance can significantly extend the life of your repaired lampshade. Dust the lampshade regularly with a soft brush or lint roller to prevent the buildup of dirt and debris. Avoid using harsh chemicals or abrasive cleaners that could damage the fabric or material.

Repairing a damaged lampshade is a gratifying endeavor that allows you to keep cherished pieces of your home decor and contribute to sustainable practices by reducing waste. By assessing the damage, gathering the necessary tools and materials, and employing suitable repair techniques, you can restore the beauty and functionality of your lampshades. 

Remember to approach each repair with patience, attention to detail, and a love for preserving the unique character of your lighting fixtures. With these replacement lampshades tips, you'll soon have beautifully restored lamps that bring warmth and style to your living spaces once again.

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