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vinylstitch · 5 months

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redoing our pinned lul

Frequent Posters + their tags under the cut!

NEON / Archie —he/they/it/zip/beep/bop— tags posts with #neon lights of the city 🚫

JETSETFUTURE —he/she/red/rad/ech/bam/hel/blo/nor/fag— tags posts with #balls deep in a code red mountain dew can 💢

Shady / Darnell —He/They + Make up neos if you’re sexy like that— tags posts with #wake up smell the coffee 🌃

Kitty —he/it/purr/mew/nya/kiss/lo/bow— tags posts with #pspsp here kitty kitty 🎀 ( ⚠️ NSFW POST WARNING ⚠️ — mostly mogai after dark terms, nothing too heavily nsfw )

Tough —he/they/to/tis— tags posts with #tough and tumblr ✖️

Prometheus —he/flame/ash/gas/hit + arson related neos— tags posts with #aw…scared of fire? 🔥

ANNIE! —FIZZ/LEV/BUB/ZHE/SHE/BITE/BUG/RED/X3– tags posts with #TAKE A SWIG OF THIS! 👾

Kandi —she/any except he ( we’ve gotta be friends for that! :3 )— tags posts with #what are we having for dinner? kandi of course! 🍬

Two-Bit —he/sweet/she/shi/de/ser/fizz/hit/ACAB— tags posts with #shoot stars not guns🪙

Tomfoolery —he/it/ix/thon/dei/exp/mat/shey/ki/fag— tags posts with #up to some antics 🧨

Lavender —he/dye/spar/high/blitz/bang + she with trusted ppl— tags posts with #u hate it when girls have guns dont u? 🎤

Cyclops —he/him— tags posts with #i’ve got my eye on you 🥨

Julian —he/they/fu/kitty— tags posts with #tales from the underground 🎮

Selever —de/bat/ev/it/he/dae/ve/lo— tags posts with #love casanova 🦇

Gold —He/They— tags posts with #A shimmer from the shadows 🌇

DJX —He/She/It/X/Any— tags posts with #brought to you by sick beatz radio 💿

Cyrix —it/he/co/fi/byte— tags posts with #welcome to the next level! 💚

Lewis —he/him— tags posts with #the taxidermy of lew and me 🕯️

Sonia — Sie/She/They/Vai — tags posts with #From the royal court of Princess Zelda 📚

Hazard --he/tox-- tags posts with #<CAUTION> watch your step ⚠

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carolrain · 1 year

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Five Songs

I was tagged by @mostlyinthemorning to list five songs that I listen to a lot or are important to me.

(I know I am a week behind, but what even is time?)

I limited myself to songs that are in my current best playlist and tried not to think *too hard* about it.

— Honesty - Noah Reid

— All of My Memories - Kathleen Edwards (a John Denver cover)

— The Date (Making Mountains out of Molehills) - Barbara Kessler

— Morning Song - Jewel Kilcher

— My Name Can’t Be Mama - The Highwomen

(I’m not tagging anyone because I assume you all did this a week ago.)

#how do you all just not explain why?#it’s like physically painful not to talk about why #I have a hard time just being mysterious #I’m gonna sneak in some talk in the tags #honesty is my favorite NNR song #I cried the first time I heard it #and the second #and the third #it’s the piano I think #and the internal rhymes #and the speaking my language #and when I hear it now I think about what an embarrassment of riches schitt’s creek has been for me #what a gift #all of my memories is a new obsession #it’s about memory and place and cities and mountains #and I’m a fan of all that #in the date she is wondering about how to talk about herself in middle age #like how much do you tell people you meet about who you are?#what do you do when your future isn’t what you thought it would be?#how do you tell your story when you’re still in the middle of it?#I first heard morning song in college standing in a border’s books #my then-boyfriend pulled me over to a listening station and put the headphones on me without saying anything #and that feeling of him knowing me #knowing I’d love it #it has stayed with me #my daughter loves my name can’t be mama and I love that she does #she sings along with such passion #it’s about not wanting children #and about maybe wanting children but not now because you have things to do #and about having children but not letting your children interfere with who you are

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multiverse-of-souls · 2 years

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@bythebonefire - 💞 💞 💞 💞 💞 for Sansby (post-game, Deltarune, private eye verse), Grillster, and SaffYarn :B

"Is it weird to look forward to future when y’ere facin’ a death sentence? maybe, mm’ body hurts, my soul aches and i know i’m gonna die. Think i knew a long time before grillby realized it may be a possibility, i could have opted for hospice care from the beginning, Probably would have if not for grillby.”

Even now he’s sprawled out in a hospital bed, the uncomfortable itch of a specialized needle in his soul each time it beat, the aching boredom that came with being laid out for once not of his own accord. The familiar antiseptic smell.

“but he makes it worth prolonging this even if i know how it’ll end, i dun’ pretend not to, least not to myself. Part of me welcomes it, it’s not easy but i’m used to that, another day. another battle.”

he snickers a little to himself, alone in his room, he’s sure a nurse would be in to check on him soon. He wonders who’d it be, they were all nice but he was the most fond of this pink fish lady, if solely because she liked puns nearly as much as toriel.

“Wonder if he’d let write some puns into my eulogy? hehe, bet i could get a few chuckles.”

“I wouldn’t think there’s much to say, he’s a fantastic guy, i’d been in his bar plenty of times before we’d really gotten to talking and he’d always been really nice...”

and kinky, very kinky, both of them were of course. But he had never expected grillby to be just as into it as he was, Hell he’d provided most of the more lewd ideas that they had either enacted on or were saving for a later date, just the thought had him flushed blue.

“I don’t know if i would have had ever had the courage to actually ask him out on a date though, So when he did, it might as well have been a dream come true and this thought hasn’t changed! if anything. it’s gotten even more applicable while we’ve been dating.”

“It’s an odd experience to think about finally doin’ somethin’ for myself, used to helpin’ other people, To helpin’ paps. S’all good to, Makes me happy but pursuin’ this relationship makes me happy to and i like bein’ able to spoil him, Doesn’ make a dent in my life and frankly there’s nothing quite as nice as seeing how his flames light up when he realizes he’s gonna get spoiled again.”

There’s a pause of consideration before he adds.

“Huh...wonder if that basically makes me a sugar daddy.”

..you know what, he was okay with that to, grillby really was worth it.

He fiddled with his hands, singular eye light shifting to the side, hoping for any kind of distraction though it was hard to ignore the rushing of his soul in his chest, quick and so clearly full of love that made it impossible to ignore the bright purple flush that had coated his cheekbones and after a moment, he sighed and he allowed himself to speak, comforted only in knowing that not a single person could understand wingdings and that to anyone else. it’d be gibberish

✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ 👍︎☜︎☼︎❄︎✌︎✋︎☠︎☹︎✡︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☼︎⚐︎💣︎✌︎☠︎❄︎✋︎👍︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎✌︎☠︎💧︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎📪︎ ☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ☞︎✌︎☼︎ 👌︎☜︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 🏱︎☜︎⚐︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎🕯︎☹︎☹︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ 👌︎☜︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ✋︎💧︎ ❄︎☼︎✡︎📪︎ ☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☟︎☜︎🕯︎💧︎ ☝︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎📬︎ ✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎📪︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ☝︎☼︎✋︎☹︎☹︎👌︎✡︎🕯︎💧︎ 💧︎✌︎😐︎☜︎

(I AM CERTAINLY NOT THE ROMANTIC THAT SANS WAS, HE WAS FAR BETTER WITH PEOPLE THEN I'LL EVER BE BUT ALL I CAN DO IS TRY, NOW THAT HE'S GONE. I HAVE TO, FOR GRILLBY'S SAKE)

his eye light wandered to a picture on his desk of all three of them, sans the ever jubilant of the three grinning wide holding an absolutely massive bottle of ketchup in both hands, grillby stoic but clearly amused and himself. Fond if slightly rolling his eye light at his best friends love of such a condiment.

✋︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎☞︎ ☟︎☜︎ 😐︎☠︎☜︎🕈︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 💣︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ✋︎ ☹︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎👎︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📪︎ ✋︎ ☠︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📬︎📬︎📬︎✌︎❄︎ ☹︎☜︎✌︎💧︎❄︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ☹︎✋︎☞︎☜︎ ✋︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎📪︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎👌︎☜︎ ✋︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎✌︎💧︎❄︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎❄︎📪︎ 👌︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎ ✋︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 🕆︎🏱︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎✌︎☝︎☜︎📬︎ ☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎☹︎☼︎☜︎✌︎👎︎✡︎ 👎︎✌︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☝︎☼︎✋︎☹︎☹︎👌︎✡︎📪︎ ✋︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎😐︎ ☟︎☜︎ 😐︎☠︎☜︎🕈︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎📪︎ ☟︎☜︎ 💣︎✌︎👎︎☜︎ 💧︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ✋︎☠︎👍︎☹︎🕆︎👎︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎📬︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎☠︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ ✋︎ 👍︎☜︎☼︎❄︎✌︎✋︎☠︎☹︎✡︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎ ☜︎✠︎🏱︎☜︎👍︎❄︎📬︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎ ✌︎ 💣︎✋︎☹︎☹︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ✡︎☜︎✌︎☼︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✋︎❄︎✍︎ ✋︎ ☞︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ☝︎☼︎✋︎☹︎☹︎👌︎✡︎ ❄︎⚐︎📪︎ ✋︎🕯︎💣︎ 💧︎❄︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👍︎☜︎☼︎❄︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ☟︎☜︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎☠︎☠︎☜︎👎︎ ✋︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ☺︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ ✌︎ ☟︎✌︎🏱︎🏱︎✡︎ ✌︎👍︎👍︎✋︎👎︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎🕯︎💧︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ☠︎✋︎👍︎☜︎📪︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☼︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✌︎🕈︎😐︎🕈︎✌︎☼︎👎︎ ✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎☜︎💧︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎💧︎📬︎ ✋︎❄︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ✌︎☹︎🕈︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ 💧︎✌︎☠︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☼︎☜︎✌︎😐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✋︎👍︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ ☟︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✋︎💧︎📪︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ☟︎⚐︎☹︎✋︎👎︎✌︎✡︎📪︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ☹︎☜︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎📪︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ 💣︎☜︎💣︎⚐︎☼︎✡︎ ❄︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎📬︎ ☟︎✌︎🏱︎🏱︎✡︎ ⚐︎☼︎ 💧︎✌︎👎︎

(I WONDER IF HE KNEW HOW MUCH I LOVED HIM, I NEVER TOLD HIM...AT LEAST NOT IN THIS LIFE I DIDN'T, MAYBE I DID IN A PAST RESET, BY THE TIME I EVEN THOUGHT OF WORKING UP THE COURAGE. HE WAS ALREADY DATING GRILLBY, I THINK HE KNEW THOUGH, HE MADE SURE TO FIND WAYS TO INCLUDE ME. EVEN IN WAYS I CERTAINLY DIDN'T EXPECT. NOT IN A MILLION YEARS AND WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT? I FELL FOR GRILLBY TO, I'M STILL NOT CERTAIN WHETHER HE PLANNED IT THIS WAY OR IT WAS JUST A HAPPY ACCIDENT BUT IT'S BEEN NICE, WE ARE STILL RATHER AWKWARD AT THE BEST OF TIMES. IT HAD ALWAYS BEEN SANS TO BREAK THE ICE AND I FIND HE STILL IS, EVERY HOLIDAY, EVERY LETTER, EVERY MEMORY TOLD. HAPPY OR SAD)

he rests his head on his desk now, arms folded under him and manages a quiet laugh.

✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎☼︎☜︎💧︎🏱︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎👎︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 💧︎✌︎☠︎💧︎📪︎ 💣︎✡︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎☼︎☜︎💧︎❄︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎📬︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ ✌︎ 👌︎✌︎💧︎❄︎✌︎☼︎👎︎📪︎ ✋︎ ☟︎⚐︎🏱︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎

(I AM NOT ONE TO DISRESPECT THE DEAD, BUT SANS, MY DEAREST FRIEND. YOUR A BASTARD, I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT)

it was even rarer he cursed, but he’s certain he could hear sanses laugh if he’d heard him say that.

"maybe it’s just me trying to be short and sweet but...he’s the only one i’ve felt safe enough to have sex with, he was my first and i don’t know if i’ve ever told him that.”

#The quiet snowfall (Asks)#Down' down the mountain (IC)#The judge (Sans)#I welcome the sun on my weary bones (Post-game verse ~ Sans)#We lost the sun' but only for a time (Deltarune AU ~ Sans)#Eclipsed in the city of hopes and dreams (Private eye AU ~ Sans)#Oh don't you dare look back' Just Keep your eyes on me (Underlust AU ~ Sans)#Of the void (Gaster)#I'm home (Post-game verse ~ Gaster)#Bonfire of the underground' Hope of snowdin (Grillby ~ bythebonefire)#The warmth of my soul when it was all to cold (Sans x Grillby ~ bythebonefire)#The flame to my heart of wax' Melting me slowly (Saffron ~ bythebonefire)#bythebonefire #terminal illness tw #suggestive.#//if only because of the DT boys AGAIN #//horny gremlins

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altfire-archive · 2 years

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no offense to lake ilinalta but why is the road SO CLOSE to its southern shore. if/when it floods u literally wouldn't be able to use a huge length of road. wtf

#also the like. ritual site right where the mountain pass from pinewatch hits the road #why. would u do necromancy RIGHT THERE lol its silly #like if a thalmor patrol or even just. guards. pass by ur in trouble #i have thadan in falkreath so every time i need to scout out locales i just log in and i can look around #tho playing eso has fucked up my muscle memory for oldrim but its fine #thatw #watch your feet #like if i can use canon i will but if canon is inconvenient i just ignore it #like how they only ever enter falkreath from the southern entrance bc i 1) completely forgot abt the eastern entrance and #2) dont like that entrance anyway i prefer the southern one whatever fuck you #i always enter falkreath City from the south. it just is how it works #also i forgot there's a ???? bandit overpass thing on that road but i've decided that's not real. just like i retconned pinewatch #and now it's just steel-blood farm and there's no secret tunnels or anything #can u imagine if there were secret tunnels in ed's room and he never realized. lmao

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crabussy · 2 years

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homesick!!!! yeowch!

#I miss singing as a whole school every morning in assembly #we'd do the new zealand national anthem (which fucks its a fantastic song) and then classics like Tōia mai te waka nei and others #and the entire school (in all 3 schools I went to. its a kiwi thing not just a 1 school thing) would fucking belt the words with joy #and if you felt too awkward to sing?? youd just mouth the words that day and no one would care or notice!!!#it was wonderful the schools there had such a strong sense of community #but ofc I don't just miss school thats like. not even top 5 on things I miss #the main ones being the PLACES #camping in napier and taupo and whananaki....#weekends at the beach house in whangamata #those road trips where we'd pass field after field after field of sheep and cows (belted galloways beloved)#and drive through crazy little towns like TIRAU.... search up tirau please oh my god that entire town was made of corrugated iron #I remember skiing trips in ohakune on mt ruapehu..#god I fucking miss skiing the highest mountain here is 164 fucking metres. mt ruapehu is quite literally 20 times that #and its not even in the tallest 10 #this entire fucking country is flat and sweaty and homophobic and government restricted and full of shit that can kill you #protests are illegal here. pride parades? nah. you step outside and insantly you're drenched in sweat and your hair sticks to your face #maybe im being too harsh there are some good things ofc like the public transport and cost of eating out but.#I never liked the city #I need to go home #6 months of waiting for a small holiday is too long and not enough #vent #robin shut up challenge #if you read this far thank you #this fucking sucks. I love new zealand I need to be home I need to #its a part of me its like I'm walking around without blood in my veins it feels Wrong

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mcmansionhell · 3 months

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we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven

Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.

The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.

It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.

And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.

Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.

A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.

Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.

At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.

And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.

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