#vertical wood grain

[mannaturelandscape]

San Francisco Contemporary Kitchen Small trendy u-shaped linoleum floor and gray floor enclosed kitchen photo with an undermount sink, flat-panel cabinets, brown cabinets, quartz countertops, white backsplash, stone slab backsplash, paneled appliances, no island and white countertops

[fauxboy]

Kitchen - Great Room

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

If I may take some time from your day, there is a very big problem I would Like to address.

Minimalism and Modernism working in tandem.

Because oH my fucking god it's so fucking bland. It's nice every now and then, but oh my god if I see one more goddamn "home makeover" that turns a beautiful rustic building into a Black White Brushed Steel and Dark Gray hellscape I am going to commit a crime.

WHERES THE PERSONALITY!

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THERE"S CLUTTER? THE KNICK KNACKS?

If you say you are gonna stick them anywhere than the fuckoing shelves/bedside tables or dressers or wardrobes Im kicking your ass.

What about the fucking novelty magnets you get on trips at gas stations and landmarks? Cause I know you aren't gonna ruin the "colors palette" of your kitchen - which by the way will look 1000% worse the second dust settles - by sticking them on your Fridge!

My Dad has a beautiful, powerful, large set of speakers, each one weighs about 200 pounds and are a pain in the ass to move, but they really are beautiful, Clear varnish, dark, wood grain bodies, and they sound incredible.

When (hopefully a long time from now) My dad passes, if whoever gets those speakers decides to sell them for something new I'm, kicking their ass.

My dresser is one I've had since I was literally a couple years old, and it has some stickers on it. Old coffee shop stickers, some stickers from City festivals and the like, and someone suggested I get a new one. I asked them why and they said it was old and kind of cluttered, so obviously i responded with "Well it still works, and I don't mind it" But RIGHT NOW i'm like "Actually it looks great. I like the stickers. Infdact I like the stickers so much I 'm gonna plaster Everything IN stickers! TOO MANY STICKERS IM GONNA MAKE COMBUSTIBLE STICKERS AND BURN YOUR GODDAMN HOUSE DOWN"

FUCK MINIMALISM. REJECT MODERNITY.

I STAND WITH THE GAUCHE AND THE GAUDY. I STAND WITH THE RUSTIC AND OLD FASHIONED.

GIVE LAMPS WITH ETCHING AND WEIRD RIMS ON THE GLASS.

GIVE ME YOUR BRUSHED NICKEL AND THE ANTIQUE BRASS. I'LL TAKE THAT PEPPER MILL WITHTHE BENT HANDLE, IT STILL FUCKING WORKS!

IF THERE ARE A MILLION PEOPLE AGAINST MINIMALISM i AMWITH THEM.

IF THERE ARE A HUNDRED PEOPLE AGAINST MINIMALISM I STAND WITH THEM

IF THERE IS ONE MINIMALISM HATER I AM AGAINST THE WORLD.

IF THERE ARE NO MINIMALISM HATERS LEFT IAM FUCKING DEAD.

I. CANNOT. STAND. THE DIRECTION FUCKING 'INTERIOR DESIGN' IS GOOING.

YEAH, like i'm gonna fucking kill anything that makes my house appealing to look like every other schmuck on the block. how about you find something you enjoy other than conformity or i'm gonna fill your house with salt from my little pinch bowl i got from a friend's mom that was gonna throw it away, because I plan on driving the fucking demons of blandness from your home.

If you present your house like it's a clean dish to serve food you bet your fucking ass i'm gonna salt and season it.

PLease. Just throw some color and personality in some way other than false flowers or fake fruit.

A purple blanket. Photos in a portrait you picked up at a garage sale.

please.

make your house a home by making a mess in it.

but make it your mess. make it your home.

[waxonfilm]

Vestibule Mudroom Seattle Inspiration for a small timeless brick floor entryway remodel with gray walls and a red front door

[ittybittyliftingcommittee]

Home Office Freestanding Chicago Large traditional freestanding desk in the study, which has a brown floor and a dark wood floor. The room also has beige walls and no fireplace.

[east-coast-stars]

L-Shape Home Bar Wet bar redesign ideas for a medium-sized 1960s l-shaped space with a beige floor and concrete floor, flat-panel cabinets, light wood cabinets, an undermount sink, and white worktops.

[misstel]

Contemporary Bathroom - Bathroom

[dukegenocide]

Transitional Bathroom - Bathroom

[zerudaswonderland]

Modern Kitchen

[allisonranieri]

Modern Kitchen (San Francisco)

[zippywondernumbat]

Bathroom Powder Room

[lowkeyrobin]

JJ MAYBANK ; i remember everything

summary ; after returning home, you & jj get in a fight after you try and ignore the presence of john b and sarah ; a part two to replacement

warnings ; language, physical fighting, 2nd person pov is omniscient and reveals that reader blames themselves / they're in the wrong

disclaimers ; never finished s3 bc it was so boring and idk what's going on w s4, so they're back home safe and without any gold I guess. the story will be that they're all waiting for court dates or smthn lol

track ; i remember everything, zach bryan & kacey musgraves

word count ; 1.6k

masterlist ; part one

You sit on the sand, the water creeping up on your sneakers as you're fully dressed and just out of school. You think in silence, your eyes glazed over as you stare out at the horizon. You'd texted your friends that you were coming down here. You had a rough day, you just needed some alone time for a while to sit with your thoughts.

You think back to your real friends, the ones who didn't like you just because you were a walking yes button.

You remember how Kie and Pope clearly wanted to talk to you, but JJ always needed to step up and be an ass. You wished you could've just tried to speak to them, you didn't realize that they'd be leaving for good, apparently.

It'd been four months, you'd become more worried than ever. Your texts and calls were always left sent and unanswered, any attempt of constact futile. Kie's and Pope's parents were obviously the most worried as their children had run off with no trace.

They'd interrogated you over and over to no avail, as you didn't know anything. They just kinda left without you.

You wished you would've just for a second believed that maybe John B and Sarah were okay, but no, you had to start a fight. It was your fault, who were you kidding?

You remember the beat-down basement couch at JJ's that you all lounged on the few times when his dad wasn't around. You remember the time when you sang love songs to JJ as practice while he'd tell you about how his mom ran off and pawned her ring.

You remember that last smile, he only smiled like that when he was drinking.

Every time you thought of him, though, you smelt CrazyArt crayons, the ones that didn't even draw, you saw the same brown carpet that needed replacing years ago. Vertical wood in the hallway to paint the walls, it was engraved in your mind. You remember the dead flowers resting over the sink in the little windowsill above it, having been dead for months at least. They were completely wilted, most of the petals having fallen off, the glass vase stained with a little brown line across where the water sat still.

He probably didn't feel anything about it now, but you felt like you were driving through a hurricane. You felt like those dead flowers on JJ's kitchen windowsill, dead yet still not thrown away yet.

You lay back on the sand, your limbs sprawled out like a sad starfish. You pull your knees up, solidifying your spot in the sand. The grain knots itself into your hair, which wouldn't come out completely for a solid week since you learned the hard way long ago.

After twenty or so minutes of staring into the afternoon sky, you sit back up, attempt to shake any loose sand out of your hair, and stand up, gathering your thoughts in the process. You walk up the beach, returning to the road where your bike is perched on the curb. You hop on and peddle your way back home, cutting through town to do so.

You hoped a cold shower on this hot day would relieve you of the burning sensation on your skin, or at least help with your overwhelming, guilty thoughts. As you ride, you notice a few people walking down the sidewalk in front of you, thankfully leaving you some room to go past them.

As you grow closer, you notice their faces belong to those of your friends and an extra, for some reason. You smoothly swerve to the right, past Kie, not paying them any mind.

JJ minded, though, having tried to send a smile your way, for whatever reason. Kie did as well, as she opened her mouth to say hello.

"Hey, Y/n!" She defeatedly waves, letting her hand rest at her side as she watches you ride away.

You, out of fear and surprise, hide the sight away in your mind, because they were definitely your friends, or used to be your friends. Either way, they were home.

The next day, you had your headphones on while riding around town on your bike. You decided to enjoy some Zach Bryan and the heat, considering it was Saturday. You didn't end up going to that party with your friends, you just felt too groggy and gross after seeing them again.

You stop for a minute at Twist & Shake, wanting to get some French fries and some of that pineapple Dole Whip ice cream you'd been craving. You pull into the little parking lot and lean your bike against the building's right wall, not wanting to fight with the stand at the moment. You grab your wallet out of your back pocket and pull your headphones down around your neck, walking up to the order window.

You place your order and stand off to the side of the pickup window, hoping that no one was actively stealing your bike since it wasn't in view. You see a group of teens your age walk up to the window, of course, your old friends. You quickly turn your head away after getting a glance of them, tapping your foot on the pavement impatiently as you wait for your food.

"Y/n, oh my God, hi!" Sarah smiles, waving at you.

Her smile falters as you stare down at your feet, arms crossed as you wait. Her blonde hair frames her saddened face as she looks over at John B and Kie with a confused look. She looks hurt, she'd never left anything off on horrible terms with you, even if, lightly bad. She thought you were friends now.

Kie shrugs, pulling a twenty from her pocket as John B turns to JJ and Pope. Kie and Cleo lean against the sill against the ordering window as they order for themselves and their friends.

JJ rolls his eyes. "I told you, they replaced us"

"What do you mean?" Sarah asks, "I- They aren't here with anyone? What happened? Did we do something?-"

"No, they did something," JJ clarifies, "We got in a fight, and now they won't talk to any of us, like I said."

Pope shakes his head, "You got in a fight with them," He corrects, "They had a right to be suspicious about if they were really alive. They've been through enough, JJ. If you even cared, you'd notice that, but you had to put yourself first-"

"I didn't put myself first, I put John B and Sarah first!-"

John B rests a hand on JJ's shoulder, silently telling him to back off and calm down. The blonde stops himself, taking a breath.

"Try speaking up, maybe they didn't hear you" Pope hopefully says to Sarah, seeing her desperation to talk to you again.

"Y/n?" Sarah calls, making sure she's loud enough for you to hear. "Hey, it's me, Sarah?"

You continue to ignore her, feeling guilty as you do so. You just weren't ready to speak to them yet, you already felt awful but you didn't realize you were only making it worse.

JJ, now upset, walks up to you, shoving your shoulder. You look up at him, nearly glaring at him.

"Fuck is your problem?" He asks, "John B and Sarah are alive and you're gonna ignore them? You're gonna ignore us?"

"I'm not ignoring you. I don't want anything to do with you" You mumble, "Leave me alone"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" JJ asks, "You're seriously still doing this shit? You really never cared, did you?"

"Shut up, JJ. It's almost like I don't wanna fucking talk to you right now-"

"Yeah, cause you replaced your actual friends, you peace of shit." He spits, "Shows how much you care"

You push him away, not wanting to interact. Kie turns her head as the employee hands her change back, seeing you push the blonde away from you.

"Guys?-"

JJ pushes you back with a snarky comment. You push him back, cursing him out for some blind sighted reason.

He responds with a punch to your face, urging Pope, Kie, and John B to try and pull him away from you as you hit him back. Cleo and Sarah rush to your side, trying to pull you away as well, both parties unsuccessful.

Shouting, gasps, and yells fill the air as you two hit each other over and over, yelling profanities back and forth. You end up tackling him to the ground somehow, the three behind him stepping back as he falls. You straddle him, landing blow after blow on him, like revenge for that fight months ago.

His face is bloodied, and in that moment, you pull yourself away, realizing that look in his eyes. You'd become his father. In some alternate universe, you were the abuser all along. You stand up, falling into Sarah's and Cleo's open arms. Shit, you didn't even know Cleo, but here she was, letting you fall into her.

JJ glares at you, wiping the blood pouring from his nose.

Pope shares a look with John B, then you, an apologetic and slightly scared expression in your eyes. You didn't even know why you did it, you couldn't even feel yourself when you did it.

"What the fuck?" Kie nearly shouts, looking between you and the blonde. "It is never that serious to fight in a parking lot of Twist & Shake"

"Apparently, it is." You spit, walking away to grab your food before you're kicked off the property. "I didn't replace you. I don't wanna die trying to save some gold, that's it. See you later, " you grumble, walking away with a sore eye and knuckles.

The group, minus JJ, share confused and worried looks, watching you glide away on your bicycle.

"Jesus Christ..."

[fuckyeahisawthat]

paul's crysknife

After looking at a million screenshots, I'm pretty confident that the knife Paul has for most of Dune Part Two is not the one Chani gives him to fight Jamis at the end of Part One. It's Jamis's own knife.

This is the knife Chani gives Paul:

It has a very smooth, almost botanical-looking curve to the blade, overlapping circular carvings that go all the way to the edge of the base of the blade, more circular carvings on the end of the hilt, and a noticeable wood grain to the part of the hilt that's not metal. The blade also transitions from dark to light very noticeably close to the base.

It's the same knife Paul sees in his vision--both the image of it lying sheathed on the sand and in the scene were Chani stabs him.

The most distinctive thing about the knife Paul uses in the final duel with Feyd-Rautha is its shape. It has this very noticeable sharp notch or bend about a third of the way down the blade that makes it look, for lack of a better word, kind of mean. When we get close-ups of it we can see that it has carvings near the hilt of concentric circles with lines running out of them, something carved vertically down the metal part of the hilt, and a much smoother color transition from gray to slightly lighter at the tip. He wears it in a scabbard that looks like it has some kind of design stamped into the leather all the way down.

Paul has this knife as early as the harvester attack, but he doesn't have it in the opening battle with the Harkonnens during the eclipse (when we see that Jamis's knife is still tied to the shroud around his body).

We don't get a ton of close-ups of Jamis's knife in either film, but what we do see...

...yeah, looks like a pretty good match to me.

This makes me wonder if there's a deleted scene out there somewhere where Paul receives this knife. While not essential to the plot, this would have been symbolically resonant, and would have played better than the scene in the book where Paul receives Jamis's uhhh actual wife and children.

It also means that Chani's great-aunt's crysknife--the knife that Paul envisioned killing him--is still out there somewhere, presumably with Chani, whose expression in the vision when she's stabbing him now makes a lot more sense.

[ryin-silverfish]

Hi! I read your posts about Su Daji, and I believe one of them were about her being the literal incarnate of the Moon Fox of the 28 mansions.

I was wondering if there's any lore surrounding the 28 mansions, and if there are any incarnates of them other than her

I more specifically wanted to know about the Moonbird of Net, but I wouldn't mind learning about the others!

Well, tiny correction: Su Daji is not the incarnate of the Heart Moon Fox, but Wu Zetian, China's one and only female emperor, is said Lunar Mansion incarnate in Flowers in the Mirror, a Qing dynasty novel.

In another Qing dynasty novel, Shuoyue Quanzhuan (说岳全传), the notoriously corrupt historical figure, Qin Hui's wife, was the Maiden Earth Bat (女土蝠) incarnate: having been killed by the Golden-winged Peng for farting during Buddha's lecture, she would take revenge on his reincarnation, the heroic general Yue Fei.

About the 28 Lunar Mansions themselves: originally, they are kinda like the Chinese equivalent of the 12 zodiac in western astronomy.

Like, think of the sky as a belt, divided into 4 quadrants, each quadrant containing a giant constellation that represents the Divine Beasts of the Four Directions: Azure Dragon(E), White Tiger(W), Vermillion Bird(S), Black Turtle(N).

Each of these giant constellations can then be broken down into 7 smaller stars/star clusters, corresponding to a section of the sky. They are used to mark the position of the moon during a given month, as well as determine the seasons via the sun's location in a given mansion.

Azure Dragon: 角(Jiao)、亢(Kang)、氐(Di)、房(Fang)、心(Xin)、尾(Wei)、箕(Ji)

White Tiger: 奎(Kui)、娄(Lou)、胃(Wei)、昴(Mao)、毕(Bi)、觜(Zi)、参(Shen)

Vermillion Bird: 斗(Dou)、牛(Niu)、女(Nv)、虚(Xu)、危(Wei)、室(Shi)、壁(Bi)

Black Turtle: 井(Jing)、鬼(Gui)、柳(Liu)、星(Xing)、张(Zhang)、翼(Yi)、轸(Zhen)

However, like many things astronomy, they were later appropriated by astrology and used in divinations, by assigning an element/phase and an animal to each of these stars, making them into the "Beast Stars" (禽星) who can faciliate or obstruct each other, with different implications on your best course of action that day.

Now, look back at the list above. Each vertical column is assigned an element, in this order: Wood, Metal, Earth, Sun, Moon, Fire, Water.

So Star Lord Mao of the White Tiger Quadrant would be the "Sun Rooster Star", Star Lord Xin of the Azure Dragon Quadrant would be the "Moon Fox Star", etc.

But wait, there is more! Outside of the Beast Star divination system, traditional Chinese astrology also viewed the starry sky as the Heavenly Emperor's palace, with each constellation representing an area/building/resident of said palace.

Following that line of thought, people in the Tang dynasty came up with a catchy poetic star catalogue, 步天歌("Song of the Sky Pacers"), in which the 28 Lunar Mansions are kinda like managers who watch over their own group of stellar officials.

And the big 4 quadrants they are part of? Well, they are like four departments, each with their own general themes.

These themes aren't absolute; for example, the Azure Dragon Quadrant represents the front gate all the way up to the main palace halls, so they have a lot of stellar officials in charge of chariots, gates and honor guards, but also...grain baskets.

As for the Moonbird of Net, a.k.a. Bi Yuewu the Moon Crow Star: well, ain't this the damnest coincidence, I actually had an old OC concept based on this very Lunar Mansion!

Bi the Moon Crow

In traditional Chinese astrology, the Bi star was the god of rain, the "Master Rain"(雨师) to the "Duke Wind"(风伯) of Ji star: it was believed that whenever the moon came near this star, there would be a huge storm.

Since the Grand Compendium of the Three Religions' Deities stated that "Master Rain" was actually a one-legged divine bird called Shang Yang, who first appeared in 孔子家语 as this little creature who'd dance before every downpour like a goofy weather forecast guy, I drew his Stellar Beast form as a one-legged crow.

(OC-specific stuff below, not mythos canon)

He is very skilled at creating cloud formations, to the point where he got "borrowed" by the Wind and Thunder Bureau more than some of the Water-aligned Lunar Mansions.

After the Havoc, he has also become the new guy in charge of the Peach Garden(one of the constellations falling under Bi's section of the sky is Tianyuan, the Celestial Garden).

Anyways, traditional Chinese astrology is super fascinating, and I've only gone into a tiny fraction of it here. Hope it helps, though!

[whencyclopedia]

The Sweet Track

The Sweet Track is a Neolithic timber walkway, located in the Somerset Levels, England. It was originally part of a network of tracks built to provide a dry path across the marshy ground. The Sweet Track ran between what was then an island at Westhay to a ridge of high ground, close to the River Bruce. The remains of mounds have also been found at Westhay, indicating the remains of a settlement.

About 1.6 kilometres (1 mile) long, the Sweet Track was discovered in the 1970s CE during a peat excavation by Ray Sweet, (who also gave the track its name). Using dendrochronology (tree-ring dating) the track has been dated 3807/3806 BCE. For many years it was thought to be the oldest trackway in Northern Europe, until 2009 CE when a slightly older one was discovered in Plumstead, London.

The Somerset Levels are an area of wetlands and peats. The conditions of such areas can naturally lead to the preservation of organic materials. Materials become encased in a wet and airless environment, thus preventing, to a degree, decomposition. Wooden artefacts and structures have been recovered from the Levels, as well as the two well-preserved Iron Age villages of Glastonbury and Meare.

The track would have been built by a community of Neolithic farmers living in small settlements. Farming had spread from the Middle East and by this point was firmly established in Britain. According to pollen evidence, the whole of Britain would have been covered in forests at this time. The Neolithic peoples would have burnt and cleared the forests to have the land on which to grow their crops, mostly grains. A fair degree of organization is evident in the stockpiling of wood and construction of the tracks, and some members of the community would have had to have skills in woodworking. Using stone and flint axes, the trees for the track were cut on dry land with different cutting techniques used, depending on their age. Older oaks were cut vertically whilst younger trees tangentially. Modern research has been carried out using replica axes and the cut marks have also been studied to establish the methods of cutting used. The planks of wood were put together in the marsh, the final construction taking about a day to complete. Long poles were driven slantwise into the ground and then planks were laid in between, held in place by vertical pegs. The planks were made of oak, ash and lime. The poles and pegs were made mainly of hazel and alder. There are also remains of another track, known as the “Post Track”, which dates 30 years earlier than the Sweet Track, 3838 BCE. It ran roughly parallel to the Sweet Track, possibly used by the builders of the Sweet Track as an access route.

Artefacts have been found beside the track, among them, pottery and axe heads including one made of jadeite. Whether they had been deliberately buried, perhaps as an offering, or just lost, remains unknown. There have been many Prehistoric trackways found in England, but more than half reside in Somerset. Included in these are the Abbot's Way, Eclipse, Honeygore, Meare Health and Garvins tracks. They were constructed using varying styles, such as corduroy - laying short logs parallel to each other and side by side. The Sweet Track is the most well-known of these. It has been declared a scheduled monument (of national importance). Most of it remains in its original location and requires constant conservation to keep the wood in its damp condition. There are reproductions and a donated section now resides in the British Museum, London.

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[salt-ofthe-middle-earth]

U know I’m just putting together how it rly is smart that Thorin chose an oak branch rather than a piece of like, carved oak.

Oak has a tendency to split along the grain, which runs vertically across the wood. I’m using an oak branch, the grain runs parallel to his arm rather than perpendicular, which prevents it from splitting when a mace smashes into it when he holds it up to guard himself.

So yah. Neat.