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premierclocks · 2 months
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Check out the Howard Miller Gavin Grandfather Clock 610985 at Premier Clocks Youtube
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cannablizart · 1 year
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in honor of Howard Miller
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furniture-freak · 2 months
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Howard Miller rattan clock by George Nelson
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majesticturnaround · 1 year
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antiques and furniture, vintage clothing, records, games
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wheresarizona · 20 days
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Apparently, the key to a good video game show adaption is having a girl dad tragically lose their daughter and spiral into a ruthless post-apocalypse murdering machine.
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joeygallagher · 2 years
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Why Can’t We Be Friends? - War  (1975)
Album Cover Art - Howard Miller Album Cover concept - Lee Oskar
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pissedoffghoul · 18 days
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Mayhe i have a thing for men who lost their daughters during an apocalypse in traumatic ways
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eupheme · 8 days
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if i had a nickel for every time i fell for a sweet, brown-eyed, cowboy-coded girl dad who turned morally grey / jaded with a penchant for violence after losing their family the end of the world, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it’s happened twice
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mswyrr · 9 days
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The video games to prestige TV pipeline has now given me not one but two sad girl dad cowboys with a talent in the arts
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premierclocks · 8 months
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Howard Miller Batavia Mantel Clock 635177 at Premier Clocks
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dreamypqulson · 1 year
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— and i know we got some potential, cause that look you gave me was so gentle
summary: cordelia tutors you when you fall behind in your herbal class unbeknownst to her that the reason your so lost is because you can't take your mind off of her.
pairing: cordelia goode x reader
word count: 1200
a/n: i know i haven’t posted in awhile and i have requests that i have to write but this was just a little scrap that i’m deciding to post so nobody forgets about me! :)
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It was awful, really. And you felt bad for it. For wasting her time. This is not going to help. If you needed some extra help in your herbal class, then you need assistance from Zoe, or Queenie, or Myrtle, someone who is not this woman.
It was comical, and you almost laughed right in her face when she ask you if you wanted her to tutor you later in the evening. You didn't need help. You were a smart and powerful which. You just needed her out of you head. There was too much of her to even pay attention to the task at hand.
And it hurt too. There was no denying that. With the many obvious signs that she was helplessly in love with you, you ignored them all. She's the supreme for god sakes. She was so close yet felt so out of your reach.
You were just wasting time in this goddamn greenhouse. Every minute with her counts, but right now, you were just staring straight at the wall behind her, daydreaming of what you could be doing instead. What— no, who you could be kissing and showing you truth to.
You hear her snapping and it pulls you out of your deep trances. It's honey brown eyes and hair golden in the moonlight that's shining through the roof window that you notice first. "Are you even listening?" She doesn't sound annoyed, but she's clearly had enough of this. All this. What even is this?
"I'm sorry, Miss Cordelia. I am, I just—"
"You don't have to call me that, ya know." It hurts too much to not call you it. If you call her Cordelia then it seems to real. She's not your mentor, not your supreme, she's Cordelia. And so you stand behind that Miss Cordelia barrier that you build. The one that Cordelia tries so hard to break down.
"I know." As you stare into her eyes so warm that you feel as though your melting, as they soften as they stare back at you, she cups you heated cheeks. You know that she feels how hot they are, you know that she knows what is going on with you, but still, she asks,
"What's really going on? You're one of my strongest witches, sweetie."
You truly want to tell her that she's so distracting because you've unwillingly fell in love with her. Because, then, maybe you'll be able to pay better attention in class. But instead you tell her, "I just haven't been sleeping right," sugarcoating your love for her and letting it melt in your mouth.
It's not a complete lie; because you cannot sleep when she walks by your room to assure that you are safe in bed. You cannot sleep when you've see her only an hour before your rest in a simple pajama slip. Milky silk and see-through if it were any thinner.
"We should make you a sleeping potion then." She knows your lying, but she is not going to force you to be honest. That's not what she is here for. She just wants you to be ready. She would wait forever for you to tell her how you feel.
And then she's gathering the ingredients. Patting around the greenhouse as soft as a spring day, and you have to look to see if she is even walking. Look to see that she's not flying around instead of walking like an angel that you could mistake her to be.
She stands behind you and her arms are locking you in between the table and her body. She's wearing a nightgown like every other night and you can feel her breasts press against your back. Your breath hitches and you think she notices because she asks if you're okay. You nod, because you cannot speak, you cannot do anything besides stand there as if you were built with cement.
Her blonde hair falls against your shoulder and you get a strong whiff of her lavender shampoo. She smells so sweet and you feel like you are being embraced by a fresh pastry.
"Do you remember one of the key ingredients for our sleeping potion?" She tests you, because she knows that the day she taught this, her shirt seemed to be just a little shorter cut than usual. She knows you weren't paying attention to sleep and potions and herbs that day.
"Um...," you feel so pathetic for not knowing. So useless. "No, not really."
She smiles still. You can hear it in her voice, "That's just alright. Chamomile is one of the main ingredients." She speaks softly and begins grinding the chamomile into the mixture. Her freckled arms rub against yours with each movement. Bare skin against bare, and you yearn for more.
These emotions are too strong for your body to handle. They cannot fit as you are too much already filled with Cordelia. You are going to explode if you don't let it out somehow. And so you stand there and permit silent tears to roll down your face.
You assume that Cordelia won't notice, but a warm tear ends up landing on her hand and she cannot stand there and pretend that it didn't happen. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but the only way she knows to make everything better is to be upfront and loving.
She grabs your waist, gently, and turns your body so your facing her now. It's so close; you can feel her soft breath against your face and her legs are practically intertwined with yours. "I don't want you to lie to me anymore," she doesn't sound angry still, just so desperate. And you know you look a mess right now but she thinks you're so pretty.
"I don't think I know how to not do that," more tears fall down. You are so afraid because you know that it's too far this time. There is no going back to what you once were with Cordelia just an hour before this.
"Show me?"
Your trembling hands cup her cheeks this time, smooth beneath your palm. You don't want to pull her forward, you need her to show you that she isn't the supreme right now. You always need her.
"It's okay," she merely whispers, nods, and smiles softly. And you forget about you fears, about the sugarcoated emotions on your tongue. You lean forward and everything's so fuzzy and blurry around you; like a fever dream, but it's oh so real.
She moans into your mouth. She sounds so pretty against you. It's the perfect combination of her vanilla chapstick and your strawberry one to create the sweetest taste.
Her hands are still on your waist and she pulls back, but only her lips so she can rest her forehead against yours. "Not so scary, right?"
"Well i'm scared that I just fucked everything up."
She shakes her head and smiles delicately at you. "You didn't fuck anything up. I would've been out the door by now." Your laugh and hers are a soft melody that echo against the four walls of the greenhouse. She grabs your hands and tangles her slim fingers with yours. "I. love. you."
"Promise me that it's what you want." You still can't believe it. But you can't have it if it's not real.
"It's what I always wanted. What I wanted when I met you. What I want, still, now."
"Then you should know that I always wanted it. I love you too. So much."
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grantmentis · 2 months
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Outtakes from Toronto’s outdoor practice • 📸by Emily Simonetta
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dozydawn · 7 months
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seems like penelope ann miller got to keep the beautiful embossed velvet dress she wore in carlito’s way (1993). there she is wearing it out & about in 1995.
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majesticturnaround · 1 year
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woobiz · 7 days
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i see the ghoul and lucy the way that i see joel and ellie because like think about it
the ghoul/joel: older dude that has been thru some terrible shit and has lost so much in his life (his family, basically everyone he cared for), does NOT want to get close with anyone ever because he is scared of loss, has lost a significant amount of his humanity because he has been pushed to the edge and forced to do terrible things just to keep going
lucy/ellie: younger girl that hasnt seen much of the world, is traumatized (mostly from one specific event, for ellie it was the death of rily, for lucy it was the raider attack), naive, trying to see the good in the world, stubborn (but rightfully so tbh), is forced to travel long distances with an older man that she does not really get along with in the beginning
i would rlly love to see lucy and the ghoul’s relationship develop into a similar father-daughter dynamic like ellie and joel, especially since lucy found out that her own father was not the person she thought he was. i think that she will be vulnerable and on their journey (that was beautifully set up at the end of season 1) the ghoul will maybe find a bit more of his humanity and he and lucy will develop that kinda bond.
ps: i am sorry to all the ghoul x lucy shippers but tbh i dont think that is a very appropriate relationship because, for one, there is a 200ish year age gap, and i think that cooper found the love of his life with his wife and i dont see his character moving on. also maximus and lucy r a cute relationship and i think they could be rlly good together so yeah! then again, ship whoever you want because it is just a show!!! okay love you
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dannieisout · 13 days
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If I had a nickel for everytime a middle age rugged want to be morally grey but really is honorable white man who does unspeakable things in the apocalypse to find their family but ends up finding family in the most unlikely way who has previously or currently dated a black woman, I would have three nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened three times.
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