#wine feature

[brokenraadio]

Wine Cellar Large in Toronto Inspiration for a large, classic wine cellar renovation with a medium-toned wood floor and a brown floor.

[sivrt]

Large - Traditional Wine Cellar Large traditional wine cellar with travertine flooring and a beige floor and diamond-shaped storage bins

[twinpeaksfashion]

Racks Wine Cellar Los Angeles

Example of a transitional wine cellar design with storage racks

[kushitokiku]

Transitional Wine Cellar - Wine Cellar Inspiration for a transitional wine cellar remodel with storage racks

[dogsthatlookliketomhaverford]

Wine Cellar Large in Toronto Inspiration for a large, classic wine cellar renovation with a medium-toned wood floor and a brown floor.

[deedala]

[fluffylord]

THE GRAND TOUR | JAMES MAY

[beebfreeb]

Hiya! I'd like to ask how do you do your ms paint art? Do you first make the outlines and then colours, or perhaps vice versa? I really adore your ms paint art and would love to know the process (for practice purposes:))

Depends! My two strategies, featuring Cactus Gunman of Gregory Horror Show fame:

I often just color right on top of my sketches when I'm being silly + designing characters + just trying to figure out what something looks like (and tend to use this to fiddle with details and colors) It's usually quicker for me to end up with something that I'm happy with.

Most of the time when I bother to do separate, cleaner line art, it's because I'm making a graphic for my website. LOL. I think it feels a little more cartoonish-silly, which is usually what I'm going for when I decide to do this. It's also a bit harder to make large changes to whatever I'm drawing, so I'm usually working off of a messier thing I've already made.

(Technically, I no longer use MS Paint and instead use Aseprite due to becoming a Linux user, but nothing has really changed about the way I draw + all of this can be done in MS Paint just fine.)

[jelliebeanbitch]

(Chappell Roan wearing “Eat Me” outfit for Coachella, April 2024 // Kristen Stewart wearing “Eat Me” t-shirt for photoshoot with Rolling Stone, promoting Love Lies Bleeding, March 2024)

[oeuvrinarydurian]

Fermentation for Fidgety Finger Friday.

Please enjoy the multiple finger fidgets, under glass, if you please.



[queercontrarian]

Gianna of Montesere

can't believe i straight up forgot to post my little princess

gianna is the main oc from @secret-third-thing 's eris x oc fanfic "Blood in the Wine" and i love her and her family very much

[tennessoui]

july ko-fi coming late (tomorrow) due to real-life complications but happy to say it's roughly 5k of the wine party au where pretentious chef obi-wan kenobi invites lowbrow man and fuck boy approximation anakin skywalker to a yacht party (and they hate each other) (and they're fucking). cultures collide (rich snob vs college guy who lives with six other people)

Anakin’s never been on a boat before, but he has a rough idea of what to expect. Kitster’d been invited to a summer party on a boat once when he was still attending college, and he’d told Anakin all about it: Loud music, general lawlessness, sticky drinks and half-drunk beers in coozies on the deck; mostly naked girls in tiny-ass bikinis and boys with backwards baseball caps and thick, drunken accents. He’s been trying to superimpose that image over the people he knows through Obi-Wan and Padmé, who like sipping wine from crystal glasses and discussing the latest opera revival and shit like Parisian fashion trends and Scandanavian home decor trends. He can't really imagine any of them doing a Jell-o shot off of someone else's stomach, but people are full of surprises. He isn’t quite sure what a yacht looks like, even. He thinks maybe it’s just a big boat that someone put a chandelier in, like the Titanic but sort of smaller. And hopefully less likely to break apart in the middle of the ocean, given the fact that Anakin, well. Anakin can’t swim. He thinks he should probably tell someone that, but Kenobi is nowhere to be found and the guy who owns the yacht, some sort of C-List actor type, hasn’t asked even though they’ve pushed away from the dock ten minutes ago. And no one’s shown him where the lifeboats are. Or the life vests. Which, like. Not like he planned to wear one anyway. But it would have been nice to know. 

[feytouched]

don't look beyond the spotlight

by @chevelierrr / chevelier1 on artfight ❣️

[rexcaliburechoes]

mutters something about the companions in baldur's gate dealing with the difference between "having life" and "living"

mutters something about karlach being a weapon of war but escaping and seeing the stars and the grass and hugging people for the first time in years

mutters something about gale's ascended ending and how he's supposedly surpassed mystra as a god but he's not actually living in the end, he just has life (nvm the fact that his life is defined by mystra and his need to repent so is that really living at all?)

[naivesilver]

AND FOR THE LAST ONE In this case you can pick whichever you wish but perhaps could I interest you in picking any of my beans interacting with any of your beans? 👀👀 IF YOU'D RATHER NOT THEN!!!! no.10 or no.15 for Wick with Nova/Leroy? :) Okay i'm done being a menace to your ask box MWAH 💕 TALK TO YOU SOOOOON!!

You know at the beginning I was planning for something entirely different but then inspiration STRUCK so we're here now 🥰🥰🥰 hope you enjoy

Pregnancy and baby prompts

18. Being unable to stop caressing the baby because "it's so soft!"

(ish, I just wanted an excuse adglfhlashk)

The house is silent and slumbering when Zvezda comes, all the lights smothered except for the fire in the hearth.

She is glad for it, though she hardly feels the need to conceal herself when out on a mission, especially one as pleasant as this. No, it’s only because it makes her job a little easier, a little quicker, and darkness holds no power over her, the faint glow of her hair accompanying her as she traverses the cramped rooms looking for her target.

The man in the bed is deeply asleep once Zvezda finds it, worn out with all the exhaustion of a new father - she smiles at the sight, but turns away quickly, her eyes drawn to the small bassinet in the corner. Only then does the fairy’s smile reach its peak, and she bends down to look at the child inside, careful not to disturb anyone’s rest.

The girl must be a few weeks old already, or have skipped that endearingly wrinkly phase most newborns seem to have - her cheeks are silken-smooth, her head full of dark, feathery hair, and even in sleep she holds tightly fisted tiny hands up to her head, looking as though she were dreaming of a matter of the utmost importance. Every so often, she twitches in her slumber, her face briefly knitting into a frown before it relaxes again and her breath evens out.

She’s wonderful. She must be thriving, despite being given to an unwed man who never raised a child before, and that pleases Zvezda greatly. “Hello there, devochka,” she whispers, brushing a gentle finger on the impossibly small head of the fairy-born babe.

She and Reul Ghorm don’t always see eye to eye, but that’s no fault of this girl, and besides, not many children need fairy godmothers the way this one will, unplanned and ill-fated, with such powerful and inclement blood coursing through her veins. She will require a watchful eye and kind hands, if she is to grow into the inheritance the Blue Fairy might have left her, and Zvezda wagers she can provide both of those, in a pinch.

“May you light the way for all you meet, little one,” she continues, still smiling. “It’s in your blood, and I will be there to help you. You are your father’s sun, but your mother named you Grad Rùnag, her sweet surprise; I understand now, why she did.”

She bends to press a kiss to the girl’s forehead, then, the last few words a quiet prayer that would be barely audible even if there were anyone around capable of hearing them. “Let us make sure she never forgets it either, hm?”

She straightens up at that, casting the room one last, longing glance; and not a moment after, she vanishes, leaving little Eliana squirming in her swaddle, comforting warmth rolling down her head and pooling around her tiny body like a motherly embrace.

[gamesyoushouldbeplaying]

Sometimes you listen to a song from a video game and just stop because it has no right to be that good