Came across this art installation, Liza Lou's Kitchen, at the Whitney Museum of American Art, NYC. It's a kitchen made of tiny glass beads, that artist Liza Lou did, taking 5 yrs. to complete, from 1991 - 1996.
My favorite part is the sink.

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Came across this art installation, Liza Lou's Kitchen, at the Whitney Museum of American Art, NYC. It's a kitchen made of tiny glass beads, that artist Liza Lou did, taking 5 yrs. to complete, from 1991 - 1996.
My favorite part is the sink.

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I reupholstered my ugly ass brown sewing stool. I still need to paint the legs, but I think it looks so much happier now. It also matches my office chair, which I also reupholstered. no piece of furniture is safe from me.
I am hoping to refinish my Singer 101's cabinet while I'm off work for the next 2 months. I will NOT be painting it, obvs. I will be refinishing it properly, because it's a 100-year-old piece of furniture and built better than most things you can buy today.
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BRIGHT DAY BLUE DAY
CHAPTER 15 of BOOK 2 is UP!
Despite birthing hundreds of eggs over their lifetime, Untkra has never known the fate of a single one—until now. Unfortunately their now teenage child Ichtaku is imprisoned deep within inside the dangerous and war-torn city of Yukiktrum, and Untkra finds they must return to the place they fought so desperately to escape less than a year ago. But this time they’ve got a team and help from the outside. There’s a chance they could pull it off and bring their child home, but only if everything goes according to plan.
Akche hasn’t been to Yukiktrum over ten years, not since they barely escaped abduction by the Utskraith. Returning now feels like a suicide mission, but Akche has run from their past long enough, and returning seems like the only way to put old trauma to rest. When they go looking for ghosts of Akche’s past, Akche is unprepared for what they find—and emboldened to save Ichtaku, no matter what it takes.
Genre: Sci-Fi
Rating: 18+
T/W: This story is dark in nature, and while nothing explicit is ever shown, there are repeated references to rape (including underage), sexual slavery, and I suppose what equates to child trafficking (is selling eggs considered child trafficking?). There is also violence, murder, drug use, and prejudice/bigotry. This story also contains the trappings of a/b/o. It’s not so closely married to the trope as most a/b/o fics, but it is quite obviously based on it.
Excerpt:
Indeed, Kletskrum’s eyes darkened a moment as they observed Pratchfik, feathers rising slightly. “You think that by coming here and seducing me that I’ll agree to your request? You think I’m that stupid?”
“I didn’t come here to seduce you.”
Kletskrum snorted. “I don’t think you’re stupid either. It’s exactly what you planned on doing, because we know each other better than we should.” Kletskrum’s fingers went back to stroking the glass paper weight. “I suppose no one has known me any better.”
Pratchfik glanced toward the double doors to the right, which was where Pratchfik knew Kletskrum’s private quarters were located. They’d never fucked in this office, because all the glass and lacking privacy would make that a stupid idea. But they’d made use of Kletskrum’s room more than was probably wise in a house crawling with servants and Kletskrum’s family.
Kletskrum didn’t miss the glance, of course. They never missed anything.
“I’ve had others since you,” Kletskrum noted, and Pratchfik wasn’t sure why They’d bring that up except in hopes of garnering a reaction. “Even had one here, in my office.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” Pratchfik replied.
“There was a festival—the house was empty.”
Pratchfik wasn’t the jealous one between the two of them, and Pratchfik couldn’t even be sure Kletskrum was telling the truth. As much as Kletskrum derided games, They loved to play them when They were the gamemaster. “How good for you, I suppose.”
“I was angry for days after that.” Kletskrum’s voice turned quieter and more thoughtful. “You want to know why?”
Pratchfik raised a brow.
“Because for just a second, I lamented it wasn’t you. And that fucking pissed me off, because you abandoned me and I hated you for it. I still hate you. But I also still want you.”
“I imagine that must drive you crazy.”
“I hate that I’m stuck fucking pathetic weakling Alphrim in the dark like a child hiding a secret from their parents. The indignity of that. I hate paying them. In a fair world, they’d be begging me to fuck them. In a fair world, I wouldn’t even look twice at them. I’d fuck the only ones worthy of me. Which was—" This, Kletskrum bit out, “—which was you. With you I felt fucking powerful. Like a proper utsa-vlatak.”
Okay... so this is right up my alley. More weird whimsy and quirk in the romance genre... and more jaded suffer-no-fools women, instead of the creepy age-gaps, please and thank you
I WILL WATCH THE FUCK OUT OF THIS! Monster romance books prepared me for thiissss!
just FYI it's based on a short story called The Wicker Husband which I read here despite the small print because I could only find the opening elsewhere (the place it was originally published online is gone, but the author, Ursula Wills-Jones, says she hopes to see it in print soon!)
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I don't know what to add in response to this ask it's perfect on it's own. I don't want to soil it
There is no drug on earth that can replicate the absolute euphoria of hitting a writing flow state at 2:00 AM. You aren’t even typing anymore. You are a vessel. You are a channel for the gods. The characters are speaking directly into your brain and you’re just the stenographer trying to keep up. You feel like you could fight a bear. You feel like you invented the alphabet
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Didn't realize it was a barn at first so I thought by Belgians she meant. People.
No same I was excited
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I’ve seen this post a bunch and never once did I consider a scenario where it wasn’t about a woman.
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HE *DID* DO HER RIGHT!
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Putting the link in the post.
its my birthday today, so you must look at my shrimps.

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Hey folks! I'm giving away two paperback copies of my MXM gay cowboy romance book, no strings attached! I'm paying for shipping, so all you gotta do is give me your name and email to be added to the list. I predict the pool will be small, so just by signing up you've probably got a good chance of winning one! It's got some character art in there too, which is not in the e-book version.
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The book summary, in case you're interested:
Victor Ortiz-Bennett had some reservations about moving to Oklahoma, but his late aunt willed him a 70-acre horse farm, and he decides to fulfill his dream of running and operating his own training facility. Victor’s been around the reining horse show circuit for a while, and he’s ready to settle down, travel less, and spend more time with the horses he loves and away from the people he can do without. That is, until he picks up a horse at an auction with a bucking problem he can’t fix, and he has to take her to the one guy who can ride anything– Johnny Stearns, a retired professional rodeo rider.
Johnny Stearns is loud, chatty, eccentric, and fears nothing, exactly Victor’s opposite. However, as Victor starts providing lessons to Johnny’s horse-loving niece, Victor finds himself sinking into an odd friendship with this new foul-mouthed cowboy without a filter, diving deeper into the mess that is Johnny’s life until there’s no way to extract himself from it. Johnny may talk a tough game, but there’s more to him than he’ll let most people see. Victor knows getting in too deep will mean a rough ride, but if there’s anything Johnny’s taught him, it’s how to stay in the saddle.
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