#walk-in pools

[wnltl]

Natural Pool Austin Image of a medium-sized natural hot tub in a stone backyard with a beach-style design.

[chronologynut]

Austin Natural Mid-sized beach style backyard stone and custom-shaped natural hot tub photo

[samexplores]

Austin Natural Pool An illustration of a medium-sized beach-style backyard with a naturally formed hot tub

[tomlaceyart]

Natural Austin Inspiration for a mid-sized coastal backyard stone and custom-shaped natural pool remodel

[shinjuutokyo]

Pool in Austin Inspiration for a medium-sized coastal backyard renovation with a naturally shaped hot tub

[stuckonthepuzzlearcticmonkeys]

Pool Natural Austin Example of a mid-sized beach style backyard stone and custom-shaped natural hot tub design

[hasretbhara]

Pool Natural in Austin Inspiration for a mid-sized coastal backyard stone and custom-shaped natural hot tub remodel

[enchantedtearz]

Beach Style Pool Austin Mid-sized beach style backyard stone and custom-shaped natural hot tub photo

[lillu-kr]

Pool Natural

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 204

Danny is on a bit of a roadtrip. An accidental roadtrip and might be getting chased by some sort of assassins or whatever they were. Look, it’s not his fault, he was injured and out of it! How was he supposed to know that the Pits or whatever the people were yelling about were important. Or sapient. 

Actually, he should like… “How do you even know how to drive if you’re like, thousands of years old??” That was not what he was going to ask his current roadtrip buddy, but maybe he had a concussion. 

Ectoplasm-green eyes turned towards him from the road, framed by a mixture of black and white hair that shifted like his own. “You most likely don’t want to know the answer to that, actually.” Okay, but what if he did, huh? 

“Okay, but where are we going, because I don’t think this is my dimension…”  

They shrugged, their clothing shifting with the motion. Ha, ninja clothing for a sapient pool of ecto, or whatever it had been. “I am, not exactly familiar to things that were not known to those thrown into my blood, so we’re, I believe the saying is going in blind?”

“Oh. Okay. Y’know you’re kind of nice for an ecto-death pit thing.”

“... I am going to pretend I didn’t hear that, child.”  

“Okay. I’m going to go to sleep because my head hurts.” 

[badassindistress]

So apparently I never shared the shortcut to happiness that is making a lacy parasol. Let me rectify that:

I found this plastic parasol in a thrift shop, I think it was a prop for a restaurant or something. Pretty, but not actually functional as a parasol (it got to 40c when i made this, i had ample opportunity to test it out).

I had lacy parasols on the brain and before I could convince myself to try and tat one, I realised I had lace too sturdy for dresses, and also this doily:

This worked so well. I zigzagged over the lace and then cut the back (an old tablecloth with a permanent stain) away carefully. I cleaned the parasol of the old glue and glued the new fabric on with fabric glue, handstitching down the edge.

It had to dry overnight, but it was done in time for me to parade around with. Instant happiness.

[monarchamos]

thinking abt an au where dazai convinces chuuya to ditch the pm and join the ada and he gives chuuya his trench coat bc "its tradition for new recruits to receive a piece of clothing from the person who brought them in"

also chuuya totally has to hem it and it STILL is nearly floor-length and he has to actually tie its belt and it goes off his shoulders (yk like that one official art that everyone loves you know the one)

dazai's like “chuuya you dont actually have to wear it if it really is too big we literally have a 21 cm height diff i understand”

but chuuya is so adamant on wearing it bc its the first sign he's gone into the light and it reminds him of detective murase and its a gift from dazai he can't just not wear the oversized trench coat

UPDATE: I drew it

[leenfiend]

it’s getting warmer so have keith and lance the summer before college getting up to summertime shenanigans or something 

[ginger-by-the-sea]

[inartchive]

[breakfastteatime]

Greez has been disappearing into his cabin a lot lately. Whenever the ship is safely in hyperspace, autopilot engaged, Greez makes sure everyone has what they need in terms of food and drink and then just... disappears.

"Is it something we said?" Cal asks.

"No," Cere reassures him after a sip of her tea.

BD asks if it's because he accidentally tracked bogling droppings into the ship.

"No," Cere says without looking up from her datapad.

Cal and BD share a look. Both shrug.

"Do you know why he's disappearing?"

"Mmm hmm."

"You gonna tell us?"

"Nu uh."

"Thanks, Cere, that's real informative. Glad we had this conversation."

"You'll find out soon enough," she says. "Some things are worth waiting for."

The next morning, Cal awakens when something is shoved onto his head. Arms flailing, brain somewhere between a dream and reality, he finds Greez grinning and BD scanning at his bedside.

"Suits him, don't ya think?"

BD whoops and wags.

Cal reaches up and grabs what's on his head. A rush of emotions go through him, chief among them determination. I will teach this kid self-preservation if it's the last damn thing I do. It's a knitted hat, the blue and orange wool matching his poncho. He stares at Greez. "You made this?"

"Eh, my great-grandma taught me more than you know. No more running around ice planets without that hat, understood?"

Eyes wide, throat aching from the effort of not crying, Cal nods. "Understood." Somehow, his voice doesn't crack.