the me! butterfly mural by kelsey montague went up in nashville, tennessee
fans quickly noted the rainbows, daisies, and giraffe print included, as well as the striking resemblance the piece of art had to karlie kloss’s first outfit at the 2013 vsfs
The old Whitelaw Reid mansion, where international society used to meet at banquets and balls, was used during World War II as the Women��s Military Services Club. Every member of the women’s auxiliaries of the Army, Navy, and Marine Corps and similar divisions of other Allies were welcome.
The mansion, which was designed by a member of Stanford White's staff, was built in 1882 and was converted into a club with overnight accommodations for about 50 enlisted women. It had shower and locker rooms, recreation and game rooms, lounges, writing rooms, a library, and a canteen where meals were served at cost. Girl Scouts served as waitresses. Members could entertain men in the lounges, and there were parties and weekly dances. This scene in the powder room shows officers of the WAACS, WAVES, and SPARS on April 25, 1943.
James turned to Regulus as the wind whirled around them, flooding his senses with the boy sitting so close beside him. He froze like a deer in the headlights when their eyes connected, and so did Regulus.
He swallowed hard and shuffled closer, only an inch, testing the waters. He’d never felt an attraction this strong before, and it was an attraction. Something about his best friend’s brother was drawing him in, and he didn’t resist the pull.
He shuffled again. Regulus was still frozen. They sat so close together now their icy breaths mingled together, swirling in the breeze and disappearing into the dark abyss.
James’s eyes flickered down to where Regulus’s hand lay splayed on the stone floor, less than an inch from his own. He raised his eyes again and saw the nervous glint in Regulus’s eyes but also the curiosity that was slowly burning.
James let his little finger slide across the cold floor until it barely brushed against Regulus’s.
To his surprise, Regulus closed the gap and linked their fingers together. James gasped. His breathing increased as the wind swirled in a crescendo, urging them together.
Regulus shuffled closer, raising his free hand to cup James’s cheek. Their faces were so close James could make out the silver and blue flecks in Regulus’s grey eyes.
“James,” The other boy whispered. A shudder went down James’s spine at the sound of his name coming from those lips. Those lips that were so close he could almost…
He moved, leaning into Regulus’s palm and tilting his head forward. Regulus’s breath hitched as he neared, but he didn’t back away.
“Who’s there?” Came the wheezy voice of the school caretaker, Mr Filch. James flung the invisibility cloak over them silently just as Flich’s head came bobbing into view as he climbed the last few steps into the Tower.