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livesunique · 3 months

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Hertford House, Manchester Square, London, United Kingdom,

Andrea De Santis Photography

#art #design #architecture #history #luxury lifestyle #style #luxury house #luxury home #london #hertford house #united lingdom #andré-charles boulle #andrea de santis #interior design #interiors

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years

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After having gone snow blind from looking at white houses all morning, I finally came across this beauty, built in 1905, in a refined Edwardian style with elements of the prior Arts and Crafts movement in London. It’s been carefully reno’d- cozy colorful, and a bit moody.

Greeted by a black staircase with an attractive black & white runner. The walls are a sophisticated, moody deep green with black trim.

Cozy and formal navy blue living room. But, there are whimsical touches, such as the pencil drawing over the fireplace.

A black dining room gets lots of light thru floor to ceiling windows and a door to the garden. Plus, a fireplace with a green tile hearth stands out.

Love this feature- windows open from the kitchen to the dining room.

The kitchen is fabulous. Trendy forest green cabinetry and a pink ceiling with a built-in matching pink cabinet.

The kitchen opens to a breezeway that leads to the patio.

Another bit of fun on the stairs - a framed Dracula poster.

Upstairs is a tranquil deep green and black main bedroom.

Beautifully updated bath with deep green subway tile and white mosaics.

A sophisticated nursery in deep blue and black with a stunning fireplace.

These beautiful stairs lead to the attic guest room.

The guest room has been remodeled with two big skylights and window seats, plus a sink.

Patio with stunning gardens.

Further back on the property is a wonderful greenhouse.

https://inigo.com/

#historic home london #moody interior design #deep color decor #old house dreams #long post

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thenordroom · 6 months

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A Light Apartment with Arched Windows and a Garden in Maida Vale - The Nordroom

#interior #home design #home decorating #london #england #garden #interiordecor

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vintagehomecollection · 19 days

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When the owners of this London home considered the various ways to divide the space, an alternative occurred to them that wouldn't strike most of us - steel and slats! And so the architect couple constructed the various rooms of their home with interior steel frames and Venetian blinds.

Beyond The Kitchen: A Dreamer’s Guide, 1985

#vintage #vintage interior #1980s #80s #interior design #home decor #kitchen #dining room #loft #open shelving #steel #slats #beams #industrial #modern #style #home #architecture #London

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shazzbaa · 4 months

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FELLAS IS IT GAY TO,

hilariously I actually initially won against Feducci, and went back to find out what happens when you lose. IT TOOK SIX TRIES (apparently sam REALLY didn't want to permadie for some reason, idk) which I am headcanoning as Samuel just going back over and over again because WHY DIDNT KILLING HIM WORK???? But this means that the big shock for me on actually finally losing was that Feducci makes 0 effort to justify the fact that he didn't permakill you. He lances you and you're immediately dead and he absolutely COULDVE just hacked u to pieces and he just???? didn't I guess????? Feducci what r u DOING

Anyway we all had a great time thinking about how very gay it is to impale a guy with an entire lance and pin him to a tree and then decide not to permanently murder him.

I had been planning to do more of the Persuasive route next; I'm sure Sam will be So Normal in high society after this.

(I'm having fun discovering Fallen London myself with friends, no info/explanations/future knowledge in reblogs, please! AND OMG THANK U TO EVERYONE WHO LEFT SO MUCH LOVE ON MY LAST SKETCH... YOU ARE ALL A DELIGHT, i had no idea there were so many feducci-likers LMAO)

#fallen london #feducci #fallen london oc #art #sketch #shazz art #fl: the bloodstained deacon #i assume waking up in your lodgings post-death is normal but #this implies that either someone found Sams body in an abandoned piece of the forgotten quarter and brought it home #after sewing up the massive hole in his chest #oR FEDUCCI??? DID THAT?????#obsessed with this weirdo (affectionate)#sams gonna have such a cool scar

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discoursets · 2 years

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...𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔤

#hampton court palace #nature #swan #deer herd #morning mist #home park #soothing #feral academia #dark academia #light academia #nature academia #london #united kingdom #baroque #green #🤍

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upstairsdownstairsandinbetween · 2 months

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46, Holland Street, Kensington, London W8, United Kingdom,

Architect Franz Borho,

Landscape design by Christopher Bradley-Hole,

Construction by SPINK practice.

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puppypeter · 7 months

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I very rarely think about storylines for royjamie after richmond (because it breaks my heart a little to think of anyone of the team leaving) but like it's possible that jamie would choose to stay with richmond his whole career, it's also possible that the people at richmond itself would push for him to play for *insert the name of whatever other european football team is considered the best* and he becomes a proper super star, being invited for fancy events and shit.

(In a made up world where Ted stayed in London) Roy and Jamie got together while at richmond and now Roy travels with him everywhere as his own personal coach / PA / secret boyfriend / man behind the camera of every instagram post / personal grumpy cat / number one fan / emotional support teddy bear / personal chef etc He loves being with him 24/7 and finds it fulfilling to still be involved with football and helping someone be the best they can be but without the added pressure of having to constantly step outside his comfort zone that he'd have experienced being a manager to a whole team (he's doing good with being vulnerable with Jamie, he can do it with one person that he loves and he is still going to therapy for himself to work through his own trauma/CEN/grief and is focusing on learning to be in his skin as a human being and not this fucked up idea of masculinity he's got in his head) And Roy has a private instagram account under a random username where he follows and is followed only by the richmond team/coaches/Rebecca/Higgins + Keely + Georgie & Simon + his sister and he only uses it to post pictures of food, nature, weird shit he finds in the cities they visit, and his fit boyfriend. Since it's friends only he does use captions ("the muppet had a late night last night" with a picture of Jamie asleep on the floor) and all the himbos love to comment, especially Dani's "Sexy muchachos #JOY" under every single picture.

"night out post Milan fashion week with the muppet and some lovely faces i have missed"

"one handsome dressed-up muppet in Paris"

"Elopement fit check #MyMuppet" (which sends everyone in a melt down) Here's some pics of Roy that Jamie posts instead (in his photo dumps to be sneaky but there's really a lot of roy on his profile - also they 100% got a puppy!!). Also think the proper first post containing only Roy that Jamie would post would be after they elope and it would melt down the internet (the in-universe royjamie rpf-ers especially)

(the last one is such a slutty roy pic *cough cough*)

"Roy Kent always remains 💙🪢" (somebody feel free to make an actual ig posts edit of this with better pics/captions if you fancy I will do nothing but cry and thank you forever because I have no skills but I cannot stop thinking about these muppets getting married!!)

#I chose that outfit for jamie for them eloping because i fucking love it!!!#everyone would be fucking furious #but they'll have a proper wedding later #also very aware that this wouldn't happen because roy would never live so far from his sister and phoebe #but one can imagine most of the travelling happening off season maybe? or him travelling back and forth #maybe the muppet plays for a team not too far from London? (Paris?)#and they still have their London home and get back as much as they can because that's their forever home and they miss all their friends/fa #*family #royjamie #roy x jamie #jamieroy #jamie x roy #I need Brett to do more photoshoots cause I was really struggling to find a good fancy suit pic of him with no other people/background

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galina · 21 days

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Every spring the light starts to reach over the book stacks, that's how I know it's about to get warmer

#studyblr #study #studygram #studyspo #books #bookblr #booklr #bookstagram #book stack #neutrals #neutral tones #earth tones #minimal #style #styleblr #interiors #home #london #spring

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livesunique · 5 months

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St James's Palace, London, United Kingdom,

Will Pryce Photography

#art #design #architecture #history #luxury lifestyle #style #luxury house #luxury home #interiors #interiordesign #dining room #st jame's palace #palace #royal #london #united kingdom #will prycze

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ginger-by-the-sea · 1 month

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#ralph lauren home #London #luxury home

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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year

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Wake Me Up (And Hold On To Me)

Summary: Lockwood x Fe!Reader (third person) -> She suffers with nightmares. Lockwood has a feeling he knows why she’s awake every night. So, he finally does something about it.

Disclaimer: Not specifically mentioned but characters are aged up a little more than in the show. Nightmares, angst, fluff, love etc.

Sweat dripped down her forehead as she sat up. She wouldn’t be surprised if there was a water-shadow left on her bedsheets from where she had been lay. It was worse this time. Constant running, screaming, shouting and yet…nothing but silence.

Across the room, Lucy lay fast asleep. It was like trying to wake the dead with Lucy, but sometimes she’d wake in the night and she’d lay completely still. Most times, Lucy would fall back asleep. Maybe the sounds came from outside. It was London, after all.

But not tonight.

Her screams and terrified yells hadn’t woken her roommate.

Thank god.

She took a moment to look around her.

She wasn’t in the graveyard, or at her childhood home. She was home, at Portland Row. The moon was shining it’s light into her room from the window, a small breeze flowing in from where Lucy must have lifted it open. It provided a cool breeze to her skin.

Taking a few breaths, she lifted the covers from herself and placed her feet flat on the ground, looking around her a bit more.

No ghosts. No hunters. No spirits trying to kill her and her friends.

She’s safe. She’s at home, at 35 Portland Row.

She wrung her hands over themselves for a few moments. Her heart rate was slowly lowering to a pace that didn’t feel like her heart was about to burst from her chest.

Standing after a few minutes, she was careful to avoid the creaks in the wooden floor. It didn’t take much thinking, though. This had now become second nature.

Slowing herself down, she opened up the door and closed it behind her. She took her time to admire the pictures on the wall and the feel of her home.

She’s safe. She’s home.

She felt the carpet beneath her feet, leading the familiar path to another bedroom.

This was second nature, too. Now, at least.

Before, she would turn left instead of right. She’d sit in the large arm chair, watching the moon dance its beams across the bookshelves before the sun would do the same. Finally, she would go back up stairs, take the yet again familar path to her bed, avoiding the creaks, get dressed and head downstairs for a cup of coffee.

No-one knew any different.

But Lockwood did.

He’d known for a while. Although, he didn’t know what it was exactly that kept her up. Insomnia? Too much tea? Too strong of a coffee in the day?

Wrapping her hand around the door handle, she slowly crept inside before she reached her side of the bed.

Lockwood woke for a moment. She lifted the covers and he helped her. Slipping inside, she lay with her back to his chest before she felt his arm lay across her before he took her hand in his, holding her with a gentle-yet-secure grip.

I’m here. It told her. It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re home.

The pair drifted off together, their breaths syncing as her heart beat calmed in order to match his.

If only he’d done something earlier, this could have been the solution a long time ago.

He knew something had been keeping her up. After all, whenever he woke in the night himself, he could see the light in the library from under the door. He never did anything at first. After all, they’d had a busy day. Maybe the adrenaline was still running.

But then he began to hear the phone ring - or, at least, he thought he did. One ring and the line would go dead. But, in the morning, there was a notepad filled with contact numbers and most of the research was done before they even sat down for breakfast.

She’d lie and say they called whilst he was in the bathroom. Not that they had called at 2 in the morning and she’d already been downstairs in the living room watching and old tape of Casablanca in silence.

Except, no matter how many times he’d ask if she was okay or if she had even slept, she’d simply laugh it off. Sometimes, she’d go to bed early - it was the only way she could get at least a few hours of sleep before the nightmares kicked in.

But she always made sure no-one knew; or she’d at least try. Lie still when they woke up. Act as if she was asleep on the sofa at night when they all gathered to watch a movie when in fact she was more awake than the rest of them.

However, when Lucy went away for the weekend to visit Norrie and George went to visit his mum and dad for a few days, thus leaving Lockwood and herself alone at Portland Row, there was no excaping his questions.

Lockwood had been out for most of the day, gathering and paying for more stock meanwhile she was at home fixing the shelves of the library that had recently fallen down. She’d told them time and time again that they needed new shelves. The wood was old and starting to rot.

So, with George away, it gave her enough time to reorganize and fix what needed fixing in the home without someone being in the way. As much as she loved them.

Lockwood got back around 9 and after calling out for her a few times, he went in search for her to find her fast asleep in the library. Everything was fixed and looking like new. The books still had to be shelved, but they could do that tomorrow.

Pulling the blanket from the back of the sofa, she lay it over her before switching out the light and placing the fire guard up. He didn’t exactly shut the door, but just enough to block the light out from the hallway.

As the hours passed, Lockwood labeled all the stock and filled in the papers he needed to before George came back to strangle him. But, as he began to climb the stairs and switch off the hall light, he could hear mumbling.

It was incoherant. Barely audible if someone had been speaking to him. But in the dead silence of the home, he could hear it.

Standing in the door way, he pushed the library door open. He could hear it louder now.

“Run…no…let…let go of me…”

She got louder as he got closer and before she knew it, she woke to find Lockwood kneeling on the ground beside her.

“Hey, hey. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re with me. Hey, look at me. It’s me. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Lockwood could see the change in her eyes. From fighting to recognition. He visibly saw her shoulders drop before she put her head in her hands and swung her legs so her feet were on the ground.

Now, she noticed the blanket.

He must have covered her up.

“Let me get you some water.”

Moments later, Lockwood came back in with a glass of cold water and handed it to her.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” She tried to deny it.

“You were having a nightmare.” He pointed out. “That’s not nothing.”

A few moments of silence passed over both of them. Until, finally, he spoke again.

“Is this what has been keeping you up at night?”

She looked to him, shocked, for a moment. She had been trying to be silent.

“I’m fine, Lockwood.”

He shook his head. “No, you’re not.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Well, it’s not exactly going great if you can’t sleep,” he pointed out, again. “Is this how you get everything done, in a morning? Why you’re up at the crack of dawn?”

He already knew the answer but the fact that she looked down at her feet, trying to look anywhere but at him was confirmation enough.

He placed his hand in hers, “Hey,” she looked at him. “Next time it happens, wake me up.”

The heat was slowly dying now from the fire, but it didn’t matter because she could already feel her cheeks burning. Maybe it was embarrassment? She didn’t want anyone knowing what she was dreaming about at night. She didn’t want to be a burden on any of her family. They all had a job to do.

“You shouldn’t be going through this alone.”

It took her a moment, but eventually she nodded. She tried to look down again but she felt his hand on her cheek, making her look up. It took him a moment, before he moved closer and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Let’s go to bed.”

It was a week before she had another nightmare that woke her up so early that it wasn’t even the next day. Any time she closed her eyes, the images and the noises would come flooding back to her.

That was the first night she went to his room.

Neither of them said anything. He just pulled the covers back and she slipped inside, leaning into him. He asked her a few questions, holding her hand against his chest whilst two of his fingers wrapped around her wrist. He could feel her pulse. It was racing.

That same night, he placed a kiss to her temple before pulling her closer.

It was the first night either of them had fallen into such a deep sleep, George had to knock on the door when passing to wake them up.

Neither George or Lucy had any idea what was going on. When Lucy was in the bathroom, and George was in the kitchen, she’d rush up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaks before quickly putting on some fresh clothes, running a brush through her hair, washing her face in the sink and heading back downstairs.

By the time she was downstairs, Lockwood was dressed and Lucy had come downstairs running a brush through her hair.

Everything continued on as normal.

And now, months after that night in the library…the nightmares were becoming less and less intense. Less waking up and feeling as if she was still stuck in the nightmare.

They were getting easier to deal with.

Sometimes, George or Lucy would see the pair come out from his bedroom but neither asked any questions about it.

The way they both saw it, both Lockwood and herself look rested. They were better on the job - more alert and less on edge - and they seemed…happier.

Relaxed.

Some nights, she wouldn’t have to sneak down the stairs and into his room due to him taking her hand leading her up the stairs. They were both the only two awake anyway.

And, as she climbed in beside him and he switched off the lamp and they both listened to the movement of distant cars outside, still bustling about. Even if it was way past cerfew, some still broke it; whether they worked for DEPRAC or not.

She would feel his arms wrap around her, holding her as if she was his home. Maybe it was a stretch to think so but she knew he was her’s.

In his arms, at 35 Portland Road, she’s safe. She’s home and nothing could hurt her.

Not even her nightmares.

#lockwood and co #lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x fe!reader #fluff #angst #kisses #one bed trope #home in your arms #poortland row #lucy carlyle #george karim #london #netflix #we need a season 2 #love

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