#portland place

[captainfantasticalright]

The 100 Guineas Club: or that discreet gentlemen’s club where Aziraphale learnt the gavotte in.

Or the gay underworld of late Victorian London.

Aziraphale’s guide to dance 101 is here.

[fitzrovianews]

Licensing application: Broadcasting House, 2-22 Portland Place

BBC Broadcasting House viewed from Langham Street. Photo: Fitzrovia News. BBC Club Sports and Leisure Ltd has applied to Westminster Council for a new premises licence for Broadcasting House, 2-22 Portland Place, on the western edge of the Fitzrovia West Neighbourhood Area. The application seeks permission for a number of licensable activities including the performance of live music. Permission…

[thismommyisforreal]

My dear ones, I wish you a good start into the new week 😘 🌞

[maraschinomerry]

Not a 100% match but I got this teapot today and I'm so thrilled - shoutout to @oblivious-idiot for giving me the idea to check marketplace 🫶

[thephooka]

I've been dreaming of making a webcomic for nearly half of my life, and I've just started actually working on that, but... do you think it's worth it for me to start even with the decline of the scene? White noise is quite possibly my favorite piece of media, period, and it's in a format I love, so I figure you're a good person to ask the thoughts of.

(In reference to this post, I am guessing.)

ABSOLUTELY! 100%! MAKE YOUR WEBCOMIC!! Please don't let the whinging of us old heads deter you from making a project that you're passionate about.

I think it's important to ask yourself what would make it 'worth it' in your mind. What do you want out of making a webcomic? Is it that you want to experience the act of creation? Do you have a story you need to get out? Is your goal to get a book printed? To have a large audience? To improve your artistic and storytelling skills? To make a living on your artwork? To make merch? Some of these are way harder to do today, but some of these are goals that you will reach simply by making your webcomic.

If it helps at all, I had to do a lot of this kind of talk to myself when I was starting in 2011 (less because of the scene and more because I was low in self-confidence.) The only way I could get myself to start posting WN on Smackjeeves was to remind myself that I was doing this for myself only, and maybe no one would read it, and that would be ok, because if nothing else I would be making something I love and I would learn a lot doing it. 13 years later and I'd consider my goals met, even if I stopped WN before I'm truly done with it.

(Which speaking of, I feel very strongly that unfinished or abandoned webcomics are not a waste of time for either the reader OR the creator. Just because a story doesn't get an ending--or gets an ending you don't like--doesn't mean it's without worth!!)

The webcomic scene is not going to fully disappear anytime soon--it's just suffering the same corporatization that has gripped almost every art scene at some point in some way, and I think that problem has been compounded by the consolidation of the internet into a few social media platforms. But those platforms will crumble, and the corporations will bail once they can't squeeze any more money out of webcomics. The scene won't ever been the same as it was in the 2010s, but that's how time works, and that doesn't mean it won't ever get better than it is or that there's not gems to be found now. The only way it gets better is if more people make and read webcomics!

[22plus15]

lindsey horan seen fuming somewhere in france

[deadfor7yrs]

lucy loves lockwood's smile SO MUCH its adorable

so here's every time she admires his smile or waxes poetic about how much of an effect it has on her in the books (this will be long):

Lockwood ignited his smile; its warmth lit up the evening.

When he smiled at me, a warm light seemed to suffuse the room.

Lockwood gave me a radiant smile. […] I soon learned that when he smiled like that, it was hard not to agree with him.

He sat back and smiled - and this time it wasn't the full megawatt version, the one you obeyed despite yourself; just a warm, companionable grin.

He wore that slight half-smile he reserves for dangerous situations; the kind of smile that suggests complete command.

He grinned; it was that warm smile that made everything seem simpler, ready to click perfectly into place.

The radiance of his smile filled the room.

It was the old Lockwood smile again; the landing grew much brighter.

Then he gave us his sudden radiant grin, the one that made everything seem okay.

He flashed her his fifty-percent smile, the reassuring one.

Lockwood really smiled, then. The sudden warmth of its radiance made my misgivings seen mean and needlessly hostile. (lol)

He grinned at me; I grinned at him. A swell of joy rose in me, displacing the ache of my muscles, my burning lungs.

Lockwood smiled at me. "Thanks, Luce. Nice one." It wasn't quite the way he'd looked at me that moment during the chase, but it echoed it; warmth rushed through me.

Then he was beside us, grinning that old grin.

As I met his gaze, he smiled - and that smile was a world away from the hundred-gigawatt version you saw in the papers. It was warm but somehow hesitant, as if it hadn't been used recently. It was the smile I'd hazily imagined a hundred times; only now it was real, solid, meant just for me.

His smile broadened, carrying me with it. It became a sunnier place, that little landing.

For the first time, the old grin extended its wat fully across his face. Its radiance bathed me; that was something else that hadn't changed as all.

He smiled at me. The warm feeling was back.

Behind his gappy grin shone the old Lockwood smile, and that smile and those words together swept everything else aside. All guilt and queasiness were gone, and I was conscious of nothing other than the thrill of being there with him.

His smile made me feel a little flushed.

His smile was as bright as ever, his energy lit up the stage.

As we filed in, he turned and smiled. It was his old grin.

Lockwood's smile was wolf-like.

As he met my gaze, his smile became a grin.

Lockwood put on a fair attempt at his most gleaming smile.

Bonus: Lucy smiling at Lockwood:

That was where he always was - at the forefront of the group, standing between us and the darkness. How poised and graceful he was. His presence gave me courage, even in a place like this. I smiled at him. he couldn't see me, of course. It didn't matter.

As always, I found myself smiling after him. As always, the room felt a little darker after he'd left.

[peachymaryobrien]

I hate it here so I will go to

secret gardens in my mind

[shiftythrifting]

various finds from a vintage thrift store in portland OR!

sexy green m&m baseball mug

oddly specific norwegian hate t-shirt

glow in the dark halloween feet t-shirt (glad it's not scratch n sniff)

sexy raisin plush with accompanying singing raisin drinking glasses

gilmore girls t-shirt where lorelai's face is so worn down it's barely visible and kind of terrifying

vintage seattle furry crewneck

multiple capitalism-related mugs/ home decor right next to each other

(+9 & 10) sooo many quirky sparkly t-shirts

[mistylakeee]

did I make this up or are Jude and Taryn canonically from Maine?

[cogumellow]

visions of the west // washington and oregon, usa // 2014 // ©

[tyrramint]

Y’know

I try not to think about the cancellation too much and just enjoy being in the fandom and enjoying the show me the books that we have

But we were ROBBED of a second season

I’m still so genuinely upset

I cannot believe that they cancelled it, everyone who worked on it and everyone in the fandom deserved a second season

[stellacartography]

Toe the Line (Rated E)

Words: 18,505 Chapters: 8/8

As Crowley and Aziraphale dine at the Ritz they are treated to a particularly reminiscent parade of chef's specials that spark memories of the past 2000 years. Crowley quietly panics his way through each course, drowning his anxiety in rather large amounts of alcohol. Aziraphale is helplessly drawn back into his own memories of their time together in the world they both love and every time they walked right up to the limits of their association.

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Snake behaviours, Crowley is deep down still a snake, Food and drink, Drunken ineffable spouses, Rome 41 AD, Council at Nicaea, Wessex 537 AD, The Invention of Fireworks, How did Crowley make Hamlet popular?, Teaching an angel to tempt, Dancing Lessons, Portland Place Gentleman's Club, Ambush predation, diversion, camouflage, Thanatosis, Constriction, Mimicry, Sexy Snake Pile, Ritual foot-washing as temptation, Snake musk is not lube, Don't try this at home kids, Season one fix-it of a sort

Written for the @go-minisode-minibang with art by @willow-tea

Acknowledgements and tags below the cut

A thousand thank yous to my friends who attended the @ficwritersretreat2023 and listened to my reading of chapter 5. Your laughter made this happen. Thanks to @fearlessdiva930 for your help with the menu. I had lost all my original research outside of the story itself and your assistance was invaluable. Thank you @kinkykinker for the first beta and @cumberbatchedandgatissmitten for the second round and coaching. Thank you @basketcasebetty for coordinating the bang.

Tagging @copperplatebeech @keirgreeneyes, @seriouslymarythough, @cirquedereve, @laurashapiro-noreally, @totallysilvergirl, @hubblegleeflower, @sevdrag

Reblogs are love and are much appreciated. <3

(Psst! Hey, @mevima! I finally finished it. Only took 4.5 years.)

[crimeronan]

walking around this place at night is genuinely so fucking scary. nothing has Ever made me appreciate portland's pedestrian-focused infrastructure like trying to navigate a dirt track beside a busy road (city won't invest in sidewalks in certain areas) while souped-up ford-f150s driven by clearly-drunk white men zoom past me at 50mph.

in a residential zone.

WOW i am. not doing that again.

Take Me Home....

[state-of-calamity]

Portland, Oregon

29-Jan-2017 | R. Clark-Martin

#0023 Postcard

[kojiarakiartworks]

November 2003 PDX Portland Oregon U.S.A. 

© KOJI ARAKI Art Works

Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）