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raposeira · 4 months
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you stole a kiss from me quickly as you passed by
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“One of a kind, one owner home in the heart of Vollentine Evergreen…This home has much of its original accessories still in working order; come bring these vintage items back to life or start over from scratch with your own flair, the choice is yours.”
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Antique Carved Wine Cellar Doors
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indiatrendzs · 3 days
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Modern Minimalism with Moroccan Inspired Architecture
Moroccan-inspired city chic blends the vibrant colors, intricate patterns, and exotic textures of Moroccan design Barn Door with the contemporary flair and urban sophistication of city living. This fusion creates a stylish and eclectic aesthetic decor that reflects the cultural richness and cosmopolitan energy of Moroccan cities like Marrakech and Casablanca. Visit Our Online Store:-ETSY…
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kappatea · 7 months
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Underground in Calgary Medium-sized modern underground basement image with a bar, gray walls, a tile fireplace, and a standard fireplace. The floor is brown and the walls are gray.
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Seven Decorating Schemes (Shelf), 2014 - Carlton Scott Sturgill
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gitaspeaxdaily · 1 year
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Kitchen - Dining
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missroxelot · 1 year
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Midcentury Bathroom
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misstel · 1 year
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Master Bath - Midcentury Bathroom
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iamnotawomanartist · 1 year
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San Francisco Traditional Bathroom
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Farmhouse Kitchen in Boston
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okay so the basement in my house has a 70s/80s vibe going on, and obviously was never updated since then. bcuz of that, there’s a lot of wood, dark brown and beige accents, and just being very vintage, and outdated, looking. due to this, and the fact that basements are only one level, it reminds me so much of the aqua teens house. plus there’s a door down here that looks like meatwad’s door bcuz the handle has been taken off of it XP
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mogulinterior · 1 day
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DECORATIVE BARN DOORS, VINTAGE CHARM
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indiatrendzs · 4 days
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Antique Architectural Elements, Haveli Doors
Haveli doors” or “Jharokha doors” represent an exquisite and culturally rich tradition in Indian craftsmanship. These intricately carved wooden doors have deep historical and cultural roots, originating from their traditional use in Havelis, which are traditional Indian homes or mansions. Visit Our Online Store:-ETSY MOGULGALLERY The hallmark of Haveli doors is the intricate and detailed…
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natalievoncatte · 16 days
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The palm-print panel was cool under Lena’s touch. She pressed her hand to the rectangular plate next to her front door and waited for the brief moment it needed to scan her skin. The door unlocked with a meaty thump and she pushed it open with her other hand, absently checking her phone as she stepped inside. As the system scanned her biometrics, it detected stress and dimmed the lights, automatically turned on the television to an abstract screen saver with cool tones, and began to play an arrangement for a violins to soothe her nerves.
She kicked off her heels and walked barefoot into the kitchen, where she skipped the countertop wine cellar and pulled out the half-empty box of Trader Joe’s vintage that she’d taken a liking to thanks to Kara. She pours herself half a tumbler full as a silent fuck you to her mother and took a swig, then walked out into her living room to sit down in the gloom for a few minutes and think.
Supergirl was sitting on her couch, head flopped back over the back so that her hair fanned out across the white leather. She sat splayed with her knees apart and legs out, arms resting on her thighs. Lena wasn’t sure if she was awake.
As she drew closer, she caught a small gasp. Supergirl had a black eye, and there were scrapes on her cheeks and the backs of her hands, the blood barely crusted. Both her hands and her face were bruised and she had a tiny split in her lip.
Lena placed the wine on the table, nerves jangling when the bottom rattled against the pale marble from the shaking of her hand. Her heart raced as she drew closer. Supergirl had taken off her cape and draped it over the couch. It was none the worse for wear but was covered in scorch marks.
Suoergirl’s broad chest heaved once and she let out a long, pained sigh.
“Hi.”
“Hello, Supergirl.”
She let out a little laugh, wincing. “Do we need be so formal?”
“I don’t have anything else to call you,” Lena said, coolly. “Mind if I ask why you’re in my apartment?”
“You don’t lock the balcony doors. You should.”
Lena sighed and folded her arms. “I said why, not how.”
Supergirl didn’t look at her.
“I just got the snot beaten out of me. Everything hurts.”
“I didn’t think that was possible.”
How was it possible? Curiosity tugged at her, but concern shot through it, making her fidget with her hands. Lena hated fidgeting. It made her look weak, and she could still remember the pain when Lillian cracked the ruler across her knuckles to break the habit.
“Can I have some wine?”
Lena swallowed hard.
“Sure,” she said.
She went to the kitchen and poured. When she returned to the living room, Supergirl was sitting up, hunched forward and leaning on he knees. Lena started a little at the sight. Sitting that way displayed the wide, muscular set of her shoulders and arms, especially her meaty biceps. Her back was a rare sight -she wore a cape, after all- and just as exquisitely muscled.
She was looking at her hands, at the damage to her muscles. Lena offered the glass and she took it. Her fingers were warm when they brushed against Lena’s, strangely soft.
Supergirl took a long pull of wine and smacked her lips, then winced.
“It’s times like this I wish I could get drunk.”
“You can’t?”
“Not on wine and not for very long.”
“Interesting.”
“So I have a problem,” Supergirl said. She was still looking at her hands.
“And that is?”
“I have to call off work tomorrow. These will heal, and I’ll look exactly the same. I don’t get scars anymore. But they’ll be visible for a day or so.”
“I see.”
“But I have to get brunch with someone, and they’ll be able to tell. Concealer won’t do much for this.” She touched her eye, wincing.
“Wait here,” said Lena.
She came back a moment later with some wash clothes soaked in cold water on a tray. Hands still shaking a little as she placed it on the table. Tenderly, she took one of the washcloths and dabbed the back of Supergirl’s hands, cleaning away the grime and dried blood from the abrasions.
Supergirl sighed. “That feels good. Thank you.”
“May I?” said Lena.
Supergirl hesitated, doubt flashing deep within the endless depths of her blue eyes, but she turned to Lena and tilted up her chin. With shaking fingers, Lena cupped Supergirl’s face gently and used a fresh cloth to clean and cool the cut on her lip. Supergirl closed her eyes and sighed.
Lena’s eyes wandered up, to the small mark above her eye.
“You don’t scar. Did you get that on Krypton?”
“Yes. I slipped and fell when I was a little girl. You should have seen me. I bled all over.”
“Must be nice, not getting hurt anymore. Not feeling pain.”
“I still feel it.”
Lena paused.
“I feel every bullet and blow and bomb blast just like anyone would,” said Supergirl. Just because it doesn’t harm me doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt me.”
“I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
“It’s okay,” said Supergirl.
She opened her eyes -eye- and looked at Lena reverently, one pretty blue eye glittering while the other remained bruised shut. She smiled a lopsided, honest smile, looked at Lena in a dreamy, almost adoring way that-
Wait.
“Oh my God,” Lena breathed.
“Hi,” said Kara.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” Lena whispered. “Oh my God, what happened, how did this happen to you? You’re hurt!”
“I had a tough time with a very determined alien and had to worry about civilians,” said Kara. “It happens.”
Lena’s pulse raced and her breath quickened. Her gaze darted, searching and noticing every detail. She was so beautiful, and she was so Kara.
“Why now?” said Lena. “Why this time?”
“I don’t know.”
Lena bit her lip, and the tiny gesture had a noticeable impact on Kara. Her eyes widened and her gaze fell to Lena’s bottom lip, then flicked back up.
“So your brunch,” said Lena. “That was with me.”
“Yeah. I thought about cancelling but I can’t. I needed to see you now.”
Lena shifted closer on the couch, until they were hip to hip.
“Why?”
“Because I just got punched in the head by an alien with big stupid bone spurs coming out of his fist and I need to see you. I won, by the way. It was really cool. I ripped a fire hydrant out of the ground and hit him with it.”
Lena looked her up and down. Her jaw began to quiver.
“Oh God. Is it worse than it looks? Are you hurt worse than you look, Kara? Are you…”
Kara shook her head, then winced. “No. Not that bad, promise. I just…” she sighed. “I’m tired of going to lay on a sunbed and going back to my empty apartment and spend a sick day napping on the couch.”
Lena let out a slow breath. “So you came to see me.”
“Yuuup,” Kara said, slowly.
Lena shifted awkwardly in her seat. Kara slowly reached over with her now clean hand and curled her fingers around Lena’s chin.
“Lena?” she whispered. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
Kara turned and leaned into her, pressing the slightest, lightest kiss to Lena’s lips, not a quick peck but something slow and soft, warm and inviting.
“Ow,” Kara muttered.
“Kara,” Lena whispered.
“I have any idea. Since I can’t make brunch… how about breakfast?”
Lena leaned against her, gently draping her arms around her as they fell back into the soft cushions together.
“Okay.”
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This 1877 home in Franklin, Pennsylvania needs some work and sprucing up, but the interior is stunning. 4bds, 3ba, $279K.
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Plus, there's this little servant's house that could be rental income.
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The entrance hall needs brightening, but it has original ceiling beams, floors and railings.
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It looks like it's currently being used as an office building, but luckily, they haven't renovated it and everything is still intact.
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For some reason, they put up this door w/side panels right behind the columns- that has to go. Look at how close it is- it's up against it.
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Closeup of an original fireplace. Isn't this unusual? Next to it is an original heating grate. Even if it's not functional, it's a great feature.
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This is actually the dining room with two built-in cabinets and an original fireplace. Look at the wonderful inlaid floor.
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The kitchen had a DIY reno where they painted all the wood a flat black.
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There's a small pantry.
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This room is also an office and features a built-in bookcase. I hope they didn't ruin the bottom with all that stuff.
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Details of a stained glass window.
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Apparently they finished the lovely floor around the bed. I kind of like the flowers on the wall.
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This is a nice bedroom with a beautiful fireplace, but again, they finished the floor only around the bed.
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The ceiling in this room has a beautiful design.
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Look at the wonderful original marble sink.
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It isn't often that you find an original bath. Only the toilet is new.
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There's a sunporch in the back, but you can't even get in with all the office stuff.
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The basement. It may be the old coal room behind this door.
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Up in the attic is a lovely stick construction room with a great fireplace and leaded glass windows.
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I always liked Victorian stick construction and this vintage bath is great- the sink and toilet look original.
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This is a beautiful room.
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The lot is .86 acre.
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The muddy creek along the property is called French Creek.
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