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kitwalker02 · 3 years

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James Patrick March’s B-day Bash (aka Devil’s Night)

- James was very excited because everyone would be there for his special night

- He didn’t shut up for the past month about how excited he was to see all his pals

- Was very angy when Tate showed up late cuz he went on a date with Violet

- Made all the Evan’s sit silently in the living room while they waited for Tate to arrive so it was super awkward and when Tate apologized James was like “Its fine. It’s fine.” and acted like he didn’t care...he did care

- James made it a plus 1 party so he could make some new friends but all the Evan’s just brought eachother

- Kit brought Jimmy, Rory brought Kyle, Tate and Kai both failed to bring a buddy and were denied a piece of cake because of that and then Gallant brought Austin

- James was very aggressive to Austin because he didn’t know who he was (even though he wanted new fwends to begin with)

- All the Evan’s would laugh at Austin’s jokes but not James’ and this made him feel left out

- Drowned Gallant in the toilet when Gallant went to the bathroom as punishment for bringing Austin and ruining his bday bash

- After meeting his reflection in the mirror, James realized he hated Austin most of all for trying to take his Gomez Addams aesthetic

- Tate and Austin get along really well and Tate gets a little too eager about making a new friend that when James returns he accidentally calls him Austin and in return is thrown out the window

- Everyone is scared now

- Kai puts candy corn on his nipples

- James asks why the fuck there’s candy corn at his party and Kai says Austin brought them cuz it’s the night before halloween

- Kai is then burned alive cuz James has no patience

- Jimmy is trying to eat the salad Ms. Evers made but gets a little teary eyed when he drops his fork

- He tries to ask Kit to pick it up for him but Kit is too busy laughing at something Austin says

- Jimmy cries

- Kit accidnetally laughs a little too loud and has a knife thrown at him

- Kit is elinminated

- James decides to soothe the tension with dessert

- When James goes to make a wish Rory last minute ugly laughs at something Austin said about James mustache’s and his breathe blows out the candle before james can make his wish

- He was gonna wish for austin to disapear

-Rory is then beheaded

- Kyle is pissed cuz his plus 1 is now dead

- James tells him to shut the fuck up and eat the cake

- Kyle back talks and says James is just jealous cuz Austin is funnier

-James is mortified and rips Kyle’s heart out and eats it

- Jimmy is deeply disturbed

- Tries to settle then tension by offering to split his cake with Ausitn

- James is enraged and eats jimmy’s cake

- Jimmy leaves the party cuz his feelings are hurt

- Austin tries to make amends with James, not knowing what he did wrong, and gives James his birthday present

- James scoffs and opens it bitterly mumbling something along the lines of it going to be stupid

- Opens it to find lingerie labeled ‘to that special someone’

- James gets teary eyes. honored that austin would see him that way

- Asks if he really means it

- Austin realizes he accidentally gave james harry’s birthday present but goes along with it anyways

- him and james are now inseperable

FIVE HOURS LATER

- james bday bash is coming to a close and walks austin to the door talking about how he’ll have to come back everyday so they can hang out

-Austin agrees and exits the hotels preimieters

-unfortunatley a horse drawn carriage comes outof nowehre and runs over him

-James screams

-Austin is deceased

-a very disheveled edward mott peaks out at james and shouts “i traveled all across america to wish you a happy birthday james”

-He then drives away hitting austin again and smudging him into the road

- the end

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gettingrarer-blog · 7 years

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beatriceinmessina · 5 years

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Halloween Terrorfest, Day VIII: ‘Call in the spirits’

(A note: This one is one of my favorites that I’ve written. I hope you get a laugh or two from it.)

“This is the stupidest idea you have ever had.”

“No, that was when he talked us into eating from those cans and we all got food poisoning for a month.”

“I still think that wasn’t veal in mine. Goldner’s is people. It’s people and we’re cannibals.”

“It’s not people, George, enough with the Soylent Green bullshit,” Edward sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.”

“You agreed to it because we need your house and you haven’t got any other friends,” Henry said. He frowned and leaned closer. “No wonder you don’t. You’ve got like, the worst case of Resting Sad Face. How can you go around all day looking like a kicked puppy?”

“I agreed to it because Sol’s in Gloucestershire visiting his aunt. If he were here I would have said no and spent the evening at his place.”

“And then you would have died,” said Henry, “because you would have fucked and then a murderer would have gotten you. Rules of horror, remember?”

“Like that hasn’t stopped you from--”

“We’re going to die for this,” John interrupted nervously. “We’re not supposed to mess with spirits.”

“Please,” Edward snorted. “The odds of ghosts showing up are zero.”

“I don’t know about that,” Henry said, apparently deep in thought. “Didn’t you say your parents got this because it was way cheaper than it should have been? Property value dropped because ghosts. You practically live in the Murder House.”

“I hate that season.”

“I still don’t understand why you think Hotel is the greatest thing ever,” grumbled John, who thought the entire show was too ridiculous to be any fun.

“Because James Patrick March is hilarious, that’s why.”

“I thought it was because you think Evan Peters with a mustache and a weird accent is hot,” George said, and Edward whirled on him.

“I told you that in confidence!”

“Well, we all know that I’ve got a thing for Sister Mary Eunice when she’s possessed, so I don’t know why you get to keep yours a secret.”

“Wait,” Henry said, an evil grin spreading across his face, “he told me he wished John Lowe was real so he could, and I quote, ‘rail me until--’”

“ENOUGH!” Edward shouted. “One more word about this and the only ghosts in my house will be you three!”

“Alright, alright,” sighed Henry, throwing up his hands in defeat. “Lead the way, Violet Harmon.” Edward gave him a death glare and unlocked the door.

“If I’m Violet, you’re Dandy Mott.”

“I look like Finn Wittrock? Thanks.”

“No, you’re really fucking annoying and sometimes I want to strangle you.” Edward walked through the door and the others followed. As much as he hated to admit it, Henry was right--his house was exactly the type to have ghosts. 47 Franklin Street was a gothic Victorian mansion in all but size, built of stone with one part of the building sectioned off into an honest-to-god tower with a balcony on its roof. His parents had loved the aesthetic and decorated the interior accordingly, and now he spent half his time at home wondering if he was supposed to inherit the place, marry some wealthy American heiress, and poison her for her money. Except he didn’t have an insane sister to screw, so he’d have to push his wife off the upstairs railing himself. Great.

“Wow,” John said as he came into the entrance hall. “Feels like the House of Usher.”

“Blame my mum and dad. They love that kind of stuff.”

“You hiding any vampire brides in this place?” Henry asked. “Sol will be furious.”

“No,” Edward ground out from between clenched teeth and wondering why he was ever friends with Henry in the first place.

“Where are we going?” George asked as Edward led them up the winding staircase. Edward didn’t answer and continued on his way until they reached his mum’s office, which had a door in the ceiling. Wheeling her chair over its general area, he climbed atop it (which was a bad idea of the highest order because it was a swivel chair and wouldn’t stop twisting this way and that) and, struggling to keep his balance, managed to get a hold on the door-handle and pull it open so he could retrieve the ladder which folded out downwards from it. John’s jaw dropped.

“The attic? You want us to go… the bloody attic? There’ll be rats -- and cockroaches!”

“We got an exterminator the week we moved in, it’s fine up there,” Edward said. “Come on. You wanted a seance and the attic’s the best place for one.”

“Sounds good to me!” Henry chirped, and began his ascent. Edward followed, then George, and finally a reluctant John, muttering about how they would all die of rabies if the rats didn’t bite them to death first. Once they were all safely inside Edward turned on the light and pulled up the door. The attic was spacious and his parents had decided to use it as a storage space for everything they didn’t need all the time, so boxes were stacked up against the wall. Henry looked disappointed, and Edward rolled his eyes.

“What were you expecting? The bodies of my dead wives? Dracula in his coffin? Sorry.”

“Jesus Christ, we’re feeling feisty today. Let’s do this thing.” Henry sat down and pulled out his phone. “I’ve got the instructions right… here…” He looked up. “Come on, sit down.” They all followed his suit and looked to him for further instruction. “Okay, now we join hands.”

“If any of you jerked off before this and didn’t wash your hands after,” George said, “you have to tell me.” John gaped at him, aghast.

“You’re… it’s a school day! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Just a precaution.”

“I hate all of you right now.”

“Join hands already!” Henry barked, suddenly impatient, and, with much groaning and grunting, they did. “Close your eyes.”

“You better not be using this as an excuse to put a spider on my face,” John muttered.

“That was one time and it was the tiniest spider ever. Now shut up, we have to concentrate.” Henry shut his eyes and began to hum off-key. Edward resisted the increasingly strong urge to get up, open the door, and throw him down to the office. Maybe he should have cut class and taken a bus to Cheltenham so he could let Sol fuck him into oblivion. Or fuck Sol into oblivion, whichever. Either way would be incredibly preferable to Henry’s horrible scale-climbing.

“Should we have turned the lights off?” George asked. “I think the lights are supposed to be off for stuff like this.”

“Too late now, fuck you very much,” Henry singsonged, and resumed humming at a somewhat earsplitting pitch. He opened his eyes. “Spirits of this dwelling! We would speak to you!” he intoned, and Edward snorted. Henry glared at him and resumed. “We only need a few minutes of your time. Please grace us with your presence.”

“What if one’s a school shooter?” John whispered. “What if they’re all serial killers? Will we--”

“For the last time, I do not live in the Murder House!” hissed Edward, ready to drop his hands and throw himself down the ladder.

“John, you’re scaring them away!” Henry hissed in succession.

“He can’t scare them away because they don’t fucking exist!”

And then the lights went out.

“The fuck?” Henry whispered delightedly.

“This is how I die,” George moaned. “Tell my dad I’m sorry about the time he found Billy Gibson about to blow Cornelius in my closet.” Despite the darkness, Edward turned to him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“We were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven and it got out of hand. All I did was make out with Charlie Des Voeux a little,” he added quickly. “And it sucked. He bit my tongue. I have a scar, if you wanna see-”

“No one wants to see your tongue scar, George; why are we talking about this when there’s a ghost?” Henry squealed. “Just listen! I can hear it!”

Sure enough, there was a moaning from somewhere in the house, faint but creeping closer. John squeezed Edward’s hand tight enough to cut off the blood-flow, earning himself what sounded like a feral snap of the teeth at his ear. “Ned, did you just try and bite me?!”

“Well, I can’t think properly when you’re murdering my hand!”

“Who could it be?” Henry wondered aloud, seemingly oblivious to the distress surrounding him. “A man whose wife murdered him when she found out he cheated? A girl who was smothered by her father so she wouldn’t run away? A boy who fell off the roof? Candyman?”

“Candyman’s in America,” Edward grunted, trying to extract his hand from John’s death grip.

“Yeah, but he’s English in the short story. What if he moved back?”

“He didn’t because he’s not real -- ugh. John, let me go!”

“Oh god, I hope he is,” whispered Henry, and shivered.

Edward finally pulled his hand free, groaning and flexing his fingers. “Please tell me you’re not into him.”

“You want James Patrick March to shove his tongue down your throat, I want Daniel Robitaille to tell me he wants me right here and right now in that sexy deep voice of his. We’re all a little weird. Now be quiet!”

“You were the one who started theorizing--”

“Shut up!”

“I hope it’s Betelgeuse,” said George. “He’s fun.”

“Why would Betelgeuse moan like that?” asked Edward, but John had already started singing.

“Panic and stress, oh, ain’t it the best? The sound of a heart exploding inside a chest--”

“SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!” Henry bellowed. “I can’t hear it anymore. You scared the ghost away.”

But there the moaning was again, now coming right up through the floor. On and on it went as they all fell silent, until a few minutes had passed with the source still unrevealed.

“Maybe we need to open the door for it,” John whispered, now positively strangling a white-faced George’s hand. Henry shook his head.

“It’s a ghost. It can just, like, float up or teleport.”

“Maybe real ghosts are different than fictional ones,” George wheezed, tugging his arm away from John fruitlessly. “Open the door.”

“No.”

“Henry Thomas Dundas Le Vesconte,” Edward hissed, bled dry of every single drop of patience, “open the goddamn door so we can get this over with or I will honest-to-gods strangle you!”

“Fine, Dad.” Henry rolled his eyes and got up, walking over to the attic door and pulling it open. (The lights were, disappointingly, still working in the rest of the house.) A second of silence, and then he sucked in a terrified breath. “Oh, no. Oh, shit.”

“What is it?” Edward rose and went over to him. “If you’re screwing with me I swear -- fuck!” he yelped, seeing the source of the moaning.

It was no ghost that stared back at them. It was an enormous fluffy white cat, evidently lost.

Tuunbaq.

“No,” Henry whispered, backing away. “No, no, no. Oh shit, we’re stuck up here!”

“What is it?” George asked, dangerously pale.�� John made a nervous squeaking noise.

“The cat,” Edward said grimly. “Silna’s cat.”

“Silna’s cat?” John repeated.

“You know. Her cat who hates every single one of us.”

“Oh,” George mumbled, looking rather dizzy. “Her cat who… tried to chew off my arm…”

“John, let him go,” Edward snapped, still hanging over the edge of the open door. “Okay. Maybe we wait for him to leave?”

“He’ll still be in the house, he could maul us the second we think we’re safe,” John said, finally letting go of George’s hand, who flopped over onto the floor. “We should find stuff to throw at him.”

“Yeah, and if we kill him Silna and Harry never talk to us again.”

“That’s a small price to pay,” George squeaked from the floor. “I’m with John.”

Tuunbaq mewed and padded forward, climbing nimbly up the ladder and, before Edward could move, leapt onto his chest, knocking him down and meowing triumphantly, quite pleased with himself.

“Stupid… fucking… cat… get off me…”

“I mean…” Henry grinned. “This is actually kind of cute.”

“Cute? Cute? CUTE?! I have a demon cat on my chest!”

“Yeah, but look at him! He’s all curled up and purring. Like a big fuzzy snowball.”

“I don’t care. Get him off me.”

“Just give me a sec.” Henry already had his phone out and was snapping pictures. “Everyone’s gotta see the latest installment in the Murdering Cat saga.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Edward hissed, flipping Henry off with both hands.

“Ooh, sorry, I’m not willing to be a homewrecker unless you take me out a few times first. Now Fairholme from maths class? There’s a homewrecker. He broke up James Ross and Ann Coulman last month.”

“How?” George asked. “Who’d he screw?”

“Neither. He told Ann he saw James making out with Eleanor Porden in the Tesco car park and she broke up with him.”

“Was James doing that?”

“I don’t know. Fairholme’s a bit weird, I think he just likes destroying people’s happiness.”

“Hello? Demon cat!” Edward shouted. “Get him off me!”

“He’s sleeping now,” John said, leaning over cautiously. “Awwww. He’s not so bad when he’s sleeping.”

“Again, I don’t care. GET. HIM. OFF. ME.”

“Fine, jeez. Maybe we can just, like… push him off you, or something. If we’re careful he might stay asleep.” John cocked his head to the side, observing Tuunbaq carefully.

“Yes, great. Do that before he crushes my ribcage.”

Henry was the first to try, leaning over and cautiously prodding Tuunbaq with a finger. When the cat didn’t respond, he tried pushing him across Edward’s chest towards the floor. Still the cat slumbered. Another push. Another--

Tuunbaq was almost completely on the floor when his eyes snapped open and he launched himself into the air. “MOVE!” George roared with the sudden, thunderous force of a drill sergeant, and they all scrambled backwards from the flying white blur, who landed in the middle of the floor with his head held high.

If cats could smirk, Tuunbaq was doing just that. With another pleased mew he descended the ladder and disappeared from their sight. One by one they crept forth from the corners and peered over the edge. Tuunbaq seemed to be gone.

“We have to look for him,” Edward said, and the others looked at him, utterly astonished. “I am not living for who knows how long in fear of being mauled in my own house.”

“It’s your parents’ own house, technically,” John began, and Henry elbowed him. “Ow! Fine, let’s go. I hate this attic anyway.”

They climbed down the ladder, and, since they knew that splitting up always led to inevitable death in these kinds of situations, stuck closely together as they searched each room on the second floor, and then on the first. Even the basement and the tower yielded no sign of the cat, and once they came up from the former John pointed out an open window.

“He probably jumped out there,” he said. Edward blinked and stared at the window.

“That was closed. I know that was closed.”

“Magic,” Henry whispered, doing jazz hands. “Ghosts. Witches.”

“For the last goddamn time, my house is not haunted, and your stupid seance just proved it.”

“But that window--”

“Can I play a little?” George interrupted, gesturing to the grand piano in the living room. (For some reason it had been gathering dust in the basement when they’d moved in. No one played it, but Edward’s dad thought it pulled the room together.) “We’ve just got the upright at home.”

“Go ahead.” No sooner had George settled at the piano than the requests came flooding in.

“The Beatles--”

“Florence and the Machine--”

“Cabaret--”

“Stevie Nicks--” At the last one George nodded and started to play, picking out some notes on the lower keys before beginning a familiar tune on the higher ones. Edward promptly burst into song.

“Just like the white-winged dove sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’ whoo, whoo, whoo. Just like the white-winged dove sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’ whoo, baby, whoo, said whoo. And the days go by like a strand in the wind, in the web that is my own I begin again--”

“Jesus Christ,” said Henry. “Stevie you are not.”

“Yeah, and you can’t sing that well either. And none of us can dance. Do I have to sing this by myself? But that moment when I first laid eyes on him, all alone on the edge of seventeen -- just like the white-winged dove sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’ whoo, baby, whoo, whoo--”

George, John, and Henry joined in the singing, and, if they hadn’t been so busy only slightly butchering those immortal lyrics, they might have noticed the yellow cat’s eyes staring at them from behind the grandfather clock.

They had spoiled his nap. Tuunbaq would have his revenge.

#halloweenterrorfest #day 8 #the terror #the terror amc #edward little #henry le vesconte #george hodgson #john irving #tuunbaq #my lieutenant sons #(this is dumb and i'm proud of it)#(it's also way too long because i just kept adding to it)#akh's writing #akh.txt

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cotton--dandy · 7 years

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answer these questions and tag (20) people you want to get to know better!

tagged by: @urlmysunshine , thank u!! :-) ♡

name: kirsten rebecca

nickname: i dont rly have any sadly lol but my mom calls me miss magoo sometimes so thats somethin

zodiac sign: pisces ♓🐠

hogwarts house: i cant rly remember but i think ravenclaw

height: 5 ft 3, maybe like half an inch taller lol

orientation: bi af

ethnicity: white. i could say specifics but who cares, am i right?

favorite fruit: strawberries, and raspberries. also mangos r good

favorite season: autumn of course!!

favorite book series: i dont have one so i’ll just say my fav books: egghead, the perks of being a wallflower, coraline, the miraculous journey of edward tulane, and the catcher in the rye

favorite fictional characters: christ, there r so many but: mac macdonald, charlie kelly, dennis reynolds, zach stone, norman and norma bates, dandy mott, liz taylor, tate langdon, violet harmon, tristan duffy, jesse pinkman, finn the human, marceline the vamp queen, peridot from su, coraline, max from where the wild things are, wirt and greg from otgw, i could go on so im just gonna stop now.

favorite flower: not to be basic but pink roses, and sunflowers r great. also bleeding heart flowers r rly cool! and any small blue ones. v cute. all flowers r good honestly

favorite scent: vanilla, gasoline, sunscreen, campfire, rain

favorite color: honestly it depends on the season. like i loove orange but only during halloween. and dark red but only in the sense of scary movies. id probably never wear yellow but seeing it makes me happy. anyway i guess id say light pink or light blue.

favorite animal: dogs. also foxes, elephants, and otters r cute n’ cool. honestly, i love a lot of animals

favorite artist/bands: never shout never, bo burnham, melanie martinez, matchbox20/rob thomas, fox academy, oh!hello

coffee, tea, or hot cocoa?: tea all day, every day bby! 🍵🍵🍵

average sleep: rly depends. on school nights its like 5-6 hrs. but during summer/weekends, usually at least 10.

number of blankets i sleep with: just one

dream trip: i want to go so many places but rn id like to go to oregon bc it has the beach and forest! id love to just hang out at the beach, look at various shops, go out for dinner, and jump on hotel beds. 😌

last thing you googled: “glenn howerton bird muscles” lmao!!! i just wanted to show my friend that high quality picture of him w/ the painted on abs from “the gang wrestles the troops”. judge me, but the search worked lol

how many blogs i follow: 523

number of followers: 496

what i usually post about: my blog is just a clusterf***k of everything i like but id say its mostly cute animals especially dogs, it’s always sunny, the occasional bo burnham or melanie martinez pic, text posts that make me laugh or that i like, flowers and other pretty things i dig like the sunset or ocean.

do i get asks regularly: haha nope

what is your aesthetic: i was gonna think abt this hard and give a fancy answer but skyla (honeykissedtea) told me im a pumpkin princess so im gonna say thats my aesthetic. and i love it ! 🎃

i’ll tag: @honeykissedtea , @aesthetic-tofu , @vanillecastle , @rebel-dandelion , @lightygami , @bechloyeah , @aikbeahan , @pepperclaws , @wildefl0wer

i just tagged a couple ppl i know and love, and some neato mutuals. do it if u want, anyone n’ everyone, or nobody! most importantly,.. i hope u all have a nice day !

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americanatragedies-blog · 7 years

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Which muses speak another language than English? Which language(s)?

season one ;

chloe took spanish her sophmore & junior year

season two ;

thomas and julia ! with french. thomas speaks it a little better than his sister.

season three ;

kyle probs speaks a baby bit of french. less than ten words tbh.

nan probably picked up ? tourist-y french you’d hear in tour guides around new orleans.

season four ;

nooope.

season five ;

our good good boy james

maybe ?? penelope

season six ;

alexandra / french

edward probs / french & latin like a nerd

#macabremortem #🔫 ;; chloe stapleton ⇨ i should be thirty four years old ( headcanon )#🌟 ;; thomas & julia walker ⇨ those children are special ( headcanons )#🎨 ;; edward mott ⇨ he told us his name ( headcanon )#👑 ;; alexandra mott ⇨ the rise and fall ( aesthetics )#⚰️ ;; penelope march ⇨ of eastern legend ( headcanon )#🚌 ;; kyle spencer ⇨ amazeballs! ( headcanon )#💤 mun ;; crackles knuckles - accidentally breaks them ( asks )#💤 mun ;; i just added years to my life ( ooc )

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homedesignlog-blog · 6 years

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25 Modern Bedrooms Ideas For An Elevated Night's Rest

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Björn Wallander Photo Wall A bedroom in a NYC penthouse features a bed through DucDuc, a Saarinen Womb chair by way of Knoll, and a pendant gentle via Kartell; the map decal is by means of Dezign With a Z, and the felt rug is via Patterson Flynn Martin. THIRTEEN of 25

Max Zambelli Low-Profile The Whole Thing In The master suite of a contemporary Tuscan home, the bed and bedside desk are Lissoni designs, for Dwelling Divani and Porro, respectively. 14 of 25

Richard Powers Curved Furniture In a Palm Beach house, the main bedroom's settee by means of Gastone Rinaldi is upholstered in a Bergamo material, the rug is by V'Soske, the partitions are coated in Venetian plaster, and the adjacent closet structure is sheathed in acrylic panels; the drawings above the mattress are by means of Ciprian Muresan, and the pictures within the hall are through Mircea Cantor. 15 of 25

Trevor Tondro Rich and Sultry Fabrics In a contemporary New York master bedroom, a bed by Minotti is dressed in linens by E. Braun & Co., the bedside table is from Philippe Hurel, the custom rug is by way of Tai Ping, and the walls have a custom textured finish by means of Atelier Highest Quality. 16 of 25

William Abranowicz Up To Date Zen Within The master bedroom of a San Francisco loft, the headboard is roofed in a Rogers & Goffigon material, the mattress linens are by way of Sue Fisher King, the bedspread is antique Belgian linen, the walls are painted in Benjamin Moore’s Super White, and the artwork is through Joan Mitchell. 17 of 25

Simon Upton A Futuristic Headboard In The bedroom of a West Village house, the vintage Cityscape headboard is through Paul Evans, the mattress is wearing Casa del Bianco linens, the bedside tables are ebonized mahogany, the nineteen fifties American lamps are from Wyeth, and the carpet is by means of Beauvais Carpets. 18 of 25

Richard Powers An Announcement Chair The grasp bed on this NYC apartment is upholstered in a Holly Hunt silk and wearing Schweitzer linens; the stainless metal chair (right) is by way of Maria Pergay, and the Philippe Hiquily chair bought at Sotheby’s has cushions in a Fortuny fabric; the curtains are of a Holland & Sherry silk satin, the carpet is by means of Beauvais, and the partitions are sheathed in a Rubelli cotton velvet; the sculpture is via Rebecca Warren, and the portray to the left of the bed is by Richard Prince. 19 of 25

Ricardo Labougle Modern "Molding" The bed within the master suite of a London townhouse is wearing a customized quilt produced from a Dedar cloth, the letter-shaped stools are from Andrew Martin, and the walls are sheathed in a Jim Thompson silk with hand-sewn crimson silk borders; the drawing over the mantel is by Lluis Lleo, and the paintings over the bed, which is inscribed with Buddhist words, used to be bought in Singapore. 20 of 25

Douglas Friedman Round Geometrics In a playful New York apartment, a mattress through Christopher Ostafin and a nineteen nineties bench by means of Campion Platt within the master bedroom; the circa-1950 chair by means of Illum Wikkelso is from Hostler Burrows. 21 of 25

Richard Powers Brand New Furnishings Meets Playful Design The bed, dresser, and aspect tables in the master suite of a Mexican house are by Roche Bobois; the Eames chair and ottoman are via Herman Miller, the bedside lighting are through FontanaArte, and the wall is painted in Patagonia by Comex. 22 of 25

Richard Powers Brand New Maximalism The mattress within the master suite of an upstate Ny home is upholstered in an Edelman leather-based and wearing Pratesi and Frette linens, the bedside tables are through Jallu Ebénistes, the Carol Egan stool from Maison Gerard is upholstered in a Toyine Sellers cloth and the circa-1970 Mazzega ceiling gentle was found at a Paris flea marketplace. The partitions are upholstered in a Ralph Lauren wool suiting, the ceiling is covered in a Stark tea-leaf paper, the custom wool carpet is by way of Hokanson and the paintings over the bed is by Richard Serra. 23 of 25

Trevor Tondro Within The master bedroom of a Pacific Palisades home, the customized mattress is dressed with linens by Deborah Sharpe Linens and a Frette coverlet; the photograph is via David Drebin. 24 of 25

Douglas Friedman The Ralph Lauren bed in Andy Cohen's master suite is upholstered in a Maharam plaid by way of Paul Smith and dressed with Pratesi linens. The vintage leather-based bench is from Black Swan Antiques, the customized nightstands are by Blend Interiors, the vintage Pierre Giraudon inexperienced-resin lamps are from John Salibello, and the sconces are via RH Modern. The rug is from Crate & Barrel and the walls are lined in a Ralph Lauren House wallpaper. The photograph over the mattress is by way of Micheal McLaughlin, and the "Sweety" image to the best of the bed was once taken by means of Cohen at a carnival outdoor Saint-Tropez. 25 of 25

Simon Upton In a minimum condo, the neon wall sculpture within the master bedroom is by Glenn Ligon, and the Corian platform bed, a customized design, is dressed with Belgian linens; the circa-1960 bedside tables are by Joseph-André Motte, and the walls are sheathed in a Marmorino wall finish Read the full article

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