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newyorkthegoldenage · 5 months
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The city's newest theater, the Apollo (not the one in Harlem, this was in midtown) has a smoking room exclusively for its patrons. A maid gives Frances White, star of "Jimmy," a light, December 6, 1920.
Photo: Bettmann Archive/Getty Images/Fine Art America
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shihlun · 6 months
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Spy finishes the book he's been reading and his wine, it's late and he feels drowsy. Sleep sounded wonderful to him, but the room felt stuffy and uncomfortable. Then again he had a singular window open with a fire going in his fireplace. So he put out the fire and slightly opened a few more windows. A cool breeze would creep into the room, it felt nice. But it still felt stuffy, perhaps changing into something more comfortable will help. And so spy changed into something a little more comfortable.
It seem to work, for now at least.
he enters his bedroom and gets to taking off his Balaclava and gloves. He places them on his nightstand and sinks down onto his bed.
Maybe he'll get proper night's rest, or just a decent amount of sleep.
Those thoughts would shatter as he laid down, this would not be one of the those nights. No of course not, rather it was like many of the nights before. One in which spy would either be staring at ceiling for a couple of hours or one where he would take a small walk.
He exits his bedroom and puts on his shoes. He listens for any noises or voices, there's nothing but silence. It seems that the others are either asleep or busy, that was perfect for spy. He preferred to not to be bothered during his late night walks, then again anything was possibly.
Spy quietly exits his room and sneaks out of the base, he peaks around a few corners before heading out. He begins walking his usual route, as he walks his mind wanders elsewhere.
The route feels long and unending, but spy pays no mind to it. Eventually he feels a bit tired, well tired enough to stop. There was a tree nearby and spy sits against it.
He takes out one of his cigarettes and lights it, he looks to the night sky.
It's going to be a long night...
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shelovesplants · 4 months
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In my smoking room, dabbing and enjoying the northern lights🌈✨️🩷💨
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Yves Taralon integrated the solemnity of his ‘very Napoleon III’ building with the expansiveness of pure space in this Japanese-inspired smoking room. The brass moldings are more emphatic versions of the strips that frame floral panels of rare Andean blue granite.
Rooms by Design, 1989
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spirit-of-anime · 6 months
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He's harsh 😅
Datte, Oishii no ga Warui - Smoking Room
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appalachianapologies · 2 months
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Smoking Room Chapter 2
Fic Summary: Strike Team Delta is tasked with taking down a trafficking ring from the inside out. They find an unlikely ally with the same goal, only without any resources or gear other than a Swiss Army Knife.
Chapter Summary: Mac is brought in for questioning, and he gets the feeling that this isn't a place where he'll be allowed his one phone call.
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ronnperez · 11 months
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iamcharlieg · 10 months
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Basement Walk Out in Salt Lake City Example of a large transitional walk-out medium tone wood floor basement design with gray walls, a standard fireplace and a stone fireplace
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cannabbynoids · 2 years
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From MOP's new EP "Bloodlust"
Now he won't stop bleeding...
That's what I call leaving!
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bandcampsnoop · 1 year
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1/20/23.
Ex Pilots are a Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania band that's been around since 2015. "S/T" is their 2nd full LP and also their 2nd release on Oakland, California based label Smoking Room. This was mastered by Jack Shirley at Atomic Garden (Oakland, California). I mention this because I'm seeing Shirley's name pop up on more and more releases.
Ex Pilots have a sound reminiscent of Guided By Voices, My Bloody Valentine, and Lilys.
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simplicityts · 1 year
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Straud Mansion WIP
This build is my passion project right now. So far it has a:
formal dining room,
conservatory/breakfast/sun room,
eat-in kitchen,
music room,
parlor,
séance room,
two-story library/study,
game room,
smoking/gentlemen’s room,
two half baths on the main floor,
and two secret staircases.
There’s also a cold storage room and wine cellar in the basement. They’re accessible through a hidden staircase between the kitchen and music room. I’m also planning on adding a pool, and a crypt in the basement. However, I’ve hit a wall with the layout of the second floor and attic, and I’m incredibly grateful that @awingedllama has graciously agreed to take a crack at it for me. I can’t thank you enough, Anna!
So what do you guys think?
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shihlun · 2 years
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1981
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Spy had gotten his mail, nothing out of the ordinary. Just contracts and files, maybe a couple of letters. He continued to sort through his mail, until a peculiar letter caught his eye.
He inspected it further, the name and logo looked familiar. He soon checked the name of the sender, oh.
Right.
The letter was from an agency that he applied to months ago. Spy had honestly never thought he’d hear back from them, he was happy that they did but also worried.
The timing of this letter was awful to say the least, well maybe he was overacting. He hadn’t opened the letter yet, perhaps he’d been rejected.
Spy would carefully open the letter and began to read it. So far it was just a general overview, nothing of substance.
Oh, this wasn’t a rejection.
No, it was an acceptance of his application.
He slumped into his chair, this was good news. It didn’t feel like it, he felt a bit of guilt at thought of joining. Then again he somewhat began to repair things between him, Dell, and Jane.
The reality was that he had two options.
Stay or Leave.
One option was a bit better compared to the other, at least with one of the options he’d get to keep his life. With the other option, he’d get to stay close with the people he cares about the most.
A small part of Spy wanted to be selfish, this could be his only way out. As much as he wanted to believe in the other two that they would all get out of this alive and well. He knew that it wouldn’t be possible, but with them it almost felt like they could.
Leaving was much easier, leaving was something Spy was used to. Well, there was also the fact that he had packed a little bit of his stuff months before Jane and Dell’s return.
He needed to think.
Eventually, he came up with something. He could meet with the agency and see if it’s worth it, if he doesn’t like it he won’t join.
There was another thing, he didn’t want the other two to find out about this. He needed to get this over with quickly and quietly, tonight would have to do.
With that in mind, he would quickly get dressed into something a bit fancier. First impressions did matter after all.
He would soon sit back down, he was going to have to wait until it was dark. The best he could do was hope none of the others would stop by.
And so Spy would wait.
(Anyone can respond)
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shelovesplants · 4 months
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Enjoying the vibes✨️🙌🌈💨
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nyannyannihon · 10 days
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