#Architect in Staines

[sassafrasmoonshine]

Charles Rennie Mackintosh (British/Scottish, 1868-1928)

Charles Mackintosh was an art deco designer, architect, watercolourist, and painter.

The newly restored Willlow Tea Rooms contain furnishings designed by Mackintosh and his wife, Margaret, as well as light fixtures and even cutlery.

Charles, his future wife Margaret, James Macnaire and Margaret's sister Frances Macdonald worked as a team to encorporate the fusing of Art Deco with elongated forms, flowing lines, restrained color, symbolism, geometric patterns, and emphasis on the rectilinear. This unique style became known as the Glasgow Style.

Wall Panel for the Dug-Out (Willow Tea Rooms, Glasgow)

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... stained glass ...

Stained glass window in Art Nouveau style from 1901 by British architect and artist Mackay Hugh Baille-Scott (1865-1945).

📷 Daderot

[not-poignant]

Stardew Valley - 12 - A Stain that Won’t Dissolve - Alex/Sebastian

Title: A Stain that Won’t Dissolve Rating: Explicit Pairing: Alex/Sebastian Tags: Hurt/comfort, aged-up characters (mid 20s), minor character death, angst, injury, grief, miscommunication, bullying, enemies to lovers, dubious consent, internalised homophobia, closeted character, past child abuse, dyslexia, antagonist farmer, unrequited love, pining, acceptance, top!Sebastian, bottom!Alex, power dynamics, happy ending.

Summary: Alex hates Sebastian – which is great because Sebastian more than returns the favour – and what starts out as revenge fantasy turns into unironic lust, which evolves into unrequited love. Alex gets a job, Sebastian marries the farmer, and both of them lose almost everything before finding each other again. A story of two mutual bullies who learn how to messily grow up.

A Stain that Won’t Dissolve (Alex/Sebastian) - Chapter 12 - You're Craving Your Karma

In which Haley calls Alex, wanting to know why he avoided telling her about the new job, and then talks frankly about her concerns regarding Sebastian. After that, Alex gathers the courage to quite the delivery job, but Mayor Lewis might turn out to be as much of a bastard as Alex imagines him to be...

[hiddenromania]

Black Eagle Passage, The Black Eagle Palace, Oradea, Romania

The Black Eagle Palace the one-time hotel was built between 1907-1909 on the base of the old Eagle guesthouse.

The ensemble equipped with a glass covered passage making the connection between three streets became the most important realization of the architect couple Marcell Komor and Dezso Jakab.

The glass painting with the black eagle the ensemble's emblem was executed in 1909 in the Oradean Neumann workshop.

[beesolively]

Library Living Room Chicago An illustration of a mid-sized traditional enclosed living room library design with white walls, a regular fireplace, a stone fireplace, and no television.

[tajedler]

Dining - Kitchen Eat-in kitchen - large french country u-shaped eat-in kitchen idea with an undermount sink, raised-panel cabinets, brown cabinets, granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, two islands and multicolored countertops

[legohlas]

Music Room in Chicago Inspiration for a mid-sized timeless enclosed dark wood floor living room remodel with a music area, white walls and no tv

[shunkoku]

Infinity - Modern Pool Pool landscaping - large modern backyard concrete and rectangular infinity pool landscaping idea

[yamaburi]

Freestanding Home Office in Houston An illustration of a large freestanding desk in a home studio with a concrete floor, beige walls, and no fireplace

[exo-plushie]

Dining Room Kitchen Dining in Baltimore

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Okay but imagine if the Creator's child was Kaveh's.

Out of literally everyone in the world and the creator bags the broke architect 🤭

Que Jessica Rabbit's 'he makes me laugh'.

He still lives with Alhaitham bc the idea of sharing a literal child with the creator but still getting locked out of your apartment is hilarious.

The creator had a the broke architect's child

Creative child

After your child is born with no distinctive features other than his blond hair the first one to know who your lover was is your own child

WC: 900~

To be 100% truthful I only thought about doing this for the iconic physical feature like neuvi, Diluc, etc but this was fun jsjs

“Morning, parental unit” your blond son stands on the door joining your library and the solarium in which you often humored visits.

“Morning, uhm, offspring?” Your hand reaches towards the book shelf without minding him, people said children his age find joy in speaking and behaving weirdly, and yours wasn't an exception, if his giggles meant something. 

“I heard you speaking with mister Diluc about visiting Sumeru”

“It's bad to eavesdrop” softly you chastise him but he pouts and stomps.

“I wanna go! You told me dad lives there, I wanna meet him”

“Shush! I told you that as our secret” you close the book you were skimming over but sigh as you see his yellow eyes “but last month when I told you to come for a festival in Sumeru but you didn't want to go”

“Because aunties Eula and Amber were going to teach me how to skyyyy” he whines the last word, already sensing you wouldn't want to take him there. 

“Bratty child” you groan “fine, if you manage to make up for the 4 days we will not be here with your tutor I will take you” and as you finish talking you hear him slamming the door shut and his bare feet hitting the floor as he runs away.

And, somehow, your usually mischievous child managed to work hard enough to make up for a few absences, or so said his tutor, who you still believed was under the spell of his puppy eyes, just like when he managed to smuggle two cats and a cryo slime.

“Karen, stay close, we have to go to the akademiya to check some paperwork and sit through some meetings” you grab his forearm, dragging him away from the colorful stained glass mobiles and the fluffy beasts carrying spices and fruit.

After a fair bit of bickering with every stand selling something he has never seen you manage to reach the akademiya, even if Karen was almost being dragged. 

Popping your head on the administration room you see a row of desks, a familiar face standing out amongst the sea of brown hair, a long gray hair standing up tall from his scalp.

Alhaitham is lounging in his desk, a book on one hand and a pen on the other, seeing him so calm makes you decide against bothering him and rather to ask one of his coworkers, even if you have to wait for a little bit while they finish transcribing as you chat them up, knowing it could be intimidating to have you stand silently besides them.

“C'mon let's just go to himmm, he looks like he is just lazing arounddd” Karen tugs on the bottom of your tunic but you ignore his little tantrum and keep asking the girl about the date she told you she will have after work.

Seemingly waiting for five minutes was too much of a waste of time that could be used to explore this nation. Sneaking silently behind you he stands before Alhaitham’s desk, but is ignored as he has his noise canceling earbuds and Karen isn't taller than the desk.

“Hey” he says, no answer “Heeeyy” no answer, now ticked off Karen slams his small hands against the thick wood board “HEY! STOP IGNORING ME” 

Alhaitham just peeks his head towards him, not hearing the noise but seeing his hands, but when he looks at him his annoyed look and yellow eyes seem too familiar.

He opens his mouth, eyes half closed as if he was thinking about something. 

Now noticing he was causing the ruckus you drag him by the armpits so he stops hitting the desk, as you start making Karen apologize you see Alhaitham's face. His eyebrows now almost up with his hairline and his green eyes uncharacteristically wide, but quickly he changes into a smirk as Karen apologizes for yelling.

“Please don't tell me it was-”

“Keep reading your book”

“Not my guest's bed~” he teases while grabbing his book, expecting the office to be calm again when the door slams open again, a blond huffing and puffing ready to face his housemate.

“YOU… how come you always grab my keys?! I couldn't enter the house for 2 hours!” to which al haitham tugs a set of keys out of his pockets and dangles three keys and a lion doll.

“Ugh, calm down. Why even wait 2 hours if you already know where I work?”

Under all their yapping you mumble something to your son “that is your dad” and you let a small promise to make both meet if he is busy, but after 5 ish minutes of bickering and the paperwork you needed snug in your hand it's obvious it will be quicker to just end this fight yourself. 

“Kaveh? Oh, hi, it's been so long” one of your hands falls on his shoulder, making him notice your presence “like 4 years ago?” You ask as you feel Karen hug one of your legs.

“oh, yeah, it's been so long” he laughs lightly, feeling suddenly bashful.

“It's a shame I was so busy I was just able to visit Sumeru, someone wanted to meet you” the flat part of your nail rakes through your son's hair.

“Huh?” He just now notices the kid behind you and his bright hair.

“Could you take care of him for a second? I have to finish a meeting and I should be able to meet you two”

“Yep! I will show him around and we can meet at the cafe, in sure we will have a lot to talk about”

Don't dare to run away so fast... Who allowed you to use my house like a motel

Hick!

[attapullman]

Stupid White Car | Neighbor!Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Pretty trees and cozy fire pit nights are all you expected when Robert mentioned wanting to landscape his backyard. And then the architect in the slutty white Benz shows up.

Word Count: 810

Warnings: none except sorry if your name is Alyssa 😬

A Note From Mo: The world's biggest shoutout to my favourite Bradshaw Baddie @roosterforme for coming up with this delicious idea and beta-ing this sake-written, jealousy-fueled oneshot for the neighbor!Bob anthology. Hope this satisfies everyone's appetite until Part III graces your screens.

The project was supposed to be done a week ago. No more white Mercedes in his driveway, no more lemonade on the back patio, no more mulch deliveries outside business hours. No more her.

When Robert announced he was finally landscaping his boring grass lawn while on leave, you had encouraged him. Dreams of sitting out there with him by a fire pit under some string lights danced before your eyes. But now you’re wishing he had kept his patchy lawn that turned into a mud pit at the slightest chance of rain.

Then she showed up.

You were working in your home office, deep into a spreadsheet, when you heard a female voice in the yard next door. Face pressed into the window, turning just so, a tiny postage stamp of his yard visible from your vantage point. Your sweet boyfriend walking around his desolate lawn, pointing out problems, while the most stunning woman followed him, smiling and nodding and jotting down notes. 

It should be illegal for him to look so good in faded jeans with grass stains. Or for her to pull off work boots so well. 

You missed your three o’clock meeting observing them from your hideout, having moved to the laundry room where you could see his yard better. Watched them sit at the little finicky table he needed to replace and go over pages in her catalog, pointing out the design features he liked and what she recommended. 

You didn’t know words like drip irrigation and concept plan could sound so…intimate.

Now it’s been weeks, and that annoying little car is always in his driveway. When she’s not “supervising” the subcontractor, she’s delivering supplies or needing to go over the plans one last time. The 15th has come and gone, and yet she’s still here. And you’re not sure whether it’s your imagination or not that her blouses suddenly have one less button done.

It’s a beautiful spring day outside, and you wish you were out there instead of holed up trying to make sense of this budget. The window is open to allow a soft breeze, tickling the skin not covered by your thin tshirt. An hour ago you shot Robert a text asking if he wanted to have dinner out tonight, try out that new bistro with the cute patio and enjoy the sunshine and some tiramisu. 

Maybe add in an evening walk along the beach? Ending with a night cap and him wrapped in your overstuffed comforter, enjoying his last night of leave blissfully unaware of the rest of the world.

Checking your quiet phone again, you settle down to your computer. And then you hear a perfect twinkle of a laugh. 

You abandon your computer and race down to the laundry, face pressed against the glass as emerald green jealousy licks along your skin.

No wonder you haven’t heard from Robert, his full attention is on his landscape architect as she has him choose between gravels for the stepping stones they’re finally installing. He’s brought out lemonade. Innocent blue eyes trained on her and laughing good-naturedly as she makes a joke about mortar. A joke a little too sultry for your taste.

You didn’t even hear her car pull in. When you talked to him last night he acted like all decisions had been made, one more full day of work and his backyard would be summer ready. It’s not a surprise she has weaseled herself into another visit.

Their hands accidentally brush as they flip between sample pages. Your entire being is rigid, the world in front of you an ominous red. How dare she touch what’s yours!

Before reasoning can interfere, you’re slipping on sandals and racing to the back fence. Pupils wild, heart racing, the green-eyed monster hot on your heels. 

The latch on his fence, newly installed, nearly pulverized in your jealousy-fueled mission. The gate swings open and there they sit, too close for your liking, her manicured fingers gliding along his forearm as she explains costs. 

Robert stands from his chair, shock and surprise written all over his face. He’s never seen this look in your eyes, this possession written all over your features. The woman raises her eyebrows to you, mildly shocked, mildly irritated you’ve interrupted her meeting with her favorite client.

“Alyssa, this is my, uh, neighbor next door…” he trails off awkwardly, realizing he’s never had to introduce you since that fateful night in your kitchen.

You see her smirk. Her revealing blouse. Her eyes that pity you. And from the corner of your eye, you see that stupid white Mercedes.

Rounding the rickety table, Robert’s eyes are filled with nothing but affection. A gentle reminder that she’s had his time, but you have his heart.

Your shoulders relax, returning her smug smile as you complete his sentence. “Neighbor…and girlfriend.”

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[seat-safety-switch]

One of the beautiful things about the internet is that you can always find someone to argue with you. No matter how innocent the subject, there is going to be a wackadoo who flies off the handle and gets super mad at you for something you may not even have said. If you have the right mindset about it, it's a great educational experience.

For instance, a couple weeks ago I signed up for a local building architect's forum. In order to endear myself to the group so I could begin pumping them for information on low-mileage used Saabs, I posted some innocent stuff about how elevators were and are better than escalators. Just drum up some engagement, get the old posting humours flowing, as you do. I didn't think it would be controversial. If escalators were so good, then you'd see high-rise buildings using them instead of the little vertical cars that make everyone happy. Ding!

What I didn't count on was the fact that some people have dedicated their entire lives to escalators. Being complex machines that are important for safe operation, there is a cult of operators who know them inside and out. They breathe them. They love them. Escalators pay their bills, and escalators are all they really care about. It's that lack of perspective, I think, which is what got us off on a bad foot.

What I really didn't count on was that this was the final break in the uneasy peace between the Elevator People and the Escalator People, who often worked at the same company or in the same building. I had unwittingly committed the world to another brutal war, fought in the shadows, except this time among a bunch of grease-stained maintenance experts who were tired of the way that The Other Interior Transport Mechanism Guys sneered at them from across a crowded mall food court. And it was time to do something about it.

All I can say about the resulting bloody battle is that I'm really glad I live in a house that has regular-ass stairs. Wait, now I've done it. Someone with a firepole fetish is going to be by any second to scream directly at me, nonstop, for several hours until they pass out.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is crazy- a magnificent 1874 Italianate Victorian in Newcomerstown, Ohio for only $445,900 (It's already under contract). It has 4bds & 2.5ba. You have to see this.

Previously, the home was in bad need of renovation and restoration.

But, look at the entrance, now. Is this not glorious?

I mean, this elegant historic home for less than $500K? I love the arch going up the stairs.

The main sitting room has been meticulously restored. Look at that ceiling and the original fireplace.

What an elegant dining room- beautiful wood paneled walls and an amazing ceiling.

The kitchen was completely renovated. Love the brick.

The cabinets are perfectly Victorian. The kitchen is very large and full of storage.

Lovely everyday dining area.

Whoever picked out the colors for sitting room #2 was spot-on. It's a more casual, whimsical space. Love the fireplace.

Even the connecting center hall is stunning.

Vintage/modern bath looks like a room in a gothic church. They've got carpets protecting that amazing original floor, and the stained glass window is so beautiful.

The landing at the top of the stairs is large enough to be a sitting room with a fireplace.

This light-filled bedroom has a sun room.

Isn't this sweet?

And, check out this bath. Those columned railings.

This bedroom is stunning. Love the gold ceiling and the sitting area before the original fireplace.

This unused bedroom has a wonderful floor.

The 3rd level is special. Isn't this great?

Step up to enter this spacious belvedere. What a wonderful place to retreat.

There is a barn on the property.

Plus, a coral for keeping horses.

The property is 4.9 acres- note that the strip in the back comes with it. An amazing property for the price.

[t4rt4gl14]

OVERSTIMULATING KAVEH !! [ MNDI ] [ 18+ ]

✿ [ WARNING(S) :: dom!read. sub!kaveh. overstimulation duhh. bondage. blindfold. blowjob. handjob. dacryphilia. throatpie. gender not specified. ]

kaveh moving into your house was one of the best things that happened to the both of you. waking up next to each other, cooking together and whatnot, but what was even better was the audible moans from your shared bedroom…NSFW UNDER THE CUT

kaveh found himself tied by the wrists to your bed, crawling over him with a silky blindfold in one hand and the other crawling under his shirt, “i’m gonna blindfold you now kaveh, alright?”, he shyly nods, closing his eyes for you in which you swiftly wrap the blindfold over his lashes. soft palms find their way to his pants, unzipping them— surprisingly he’s already hard; now another thing about kaveh is that he is surprisingly sensitive, just a lil grinding on his pants and the precum starts leaking.

you adjust yourself between his knees, kissing his abs and v-line, working your way down just until your lips peck the base of his cock, wrapping your hand around the length and slowly picking up a pace— kavehs reactions are so cute~, “f-faster..please~ ngh”, so shy! but alas, you oblige and keep stroking faster and faster, his hips bucking up to match your rhythm. “g-gonna cum- c-cum..ming!~”, he whines, hips lifting as his cum shoots out, cocktip turning a pretty pink colour. he was catching his breathe until…you started moving again, but this time with your tongue swirling on his slit.

“h-hey! why are you— i-i just- aaah~ mmnggh!~”, his words falter, his back arches and he attempts to close his legs out of instinct however you force them open, fuck; he’s so sensitive, it hurts but it feels so good. his second orgasm catches him by surprise, when you suddenly squeeze your hand tightly at his base; the cum spurting into your mouth; painting a milky white inside, “anghh! oohh-mm! cumming!~”, kaveh squeals; thinking this was his last orgasm…hehe he was wrong <3

now the third really took a toll on him, tears staining through the silk and his wrists tugging at the rope; body shivering and squirming; he throws his head back and completely shuts his legs, you engulf his whole cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat, and when your throat contracts; “hnn-aaaahhh!!! o-ohh archons— i-i can’t! m’too sensitive!~”, he mewls each time you bob your head up n down with loud, “ah! ah! ah!”. to think the best architect of Sumeru would be in such a state, chest heaving up and down. “h-hey! i-i feel like i’m gonna c-cum- cu- ahh!~ cumming!~ cummingcummingcumming~”, you’re pretty sure the neighbours could hear the moan that emerged from him next…your lips meet his pelvis and he cums right in your throat, lucky enough your reflexes haven’t caused you to gag.

you swallow all of his cum, and smile once you look back up at him, his whole body’s gone limp, his whole cock a furious red, nipples perking up, dick softening but twitching all the while…cutie kaveh <33

[amiamiiku]

I've been thinking about drawing this for a long time, there's actually a floor plans but I decided not to upload it because it's messy, I'm just a 15yo teenager and not an architect so you know

Anyway, I imagine the grass around Slendermansion to be dark green and there's a small lake behind the mansion (I might draw it later)

Slendermansion is very spacious, almost the size of Biltmore Estate. The largest room in Slendermansion is its basement

Most creepypastas don't often stay in their room or even in the mansion

Kagekao is the creepypasta that is rarely found in the mansion, as well as the proxies and Slenderman

All proxies live on the top floor

Some creepypasta design their rooms to fit their aesthetics like Sally, whose room is filled with dolls, and Nina

All creepypasta rooms are on the upper floor while the first floor has a living room, kitchen, and other room that a regular house has

Ben plays games more often in the living room than in his bedroom

EJ has his own lab in the mansion

Dr. Smiley prefers to be at his hospital rather than at the mansion

Some creepypasta rooms are messy and have blood stains

Gas mask maid often cleans the mansion except for the creepypasta's rooms, they have to clean it themselves

No one else can find the Slenderman mansion except they come with creepypasta or are invited by Slenderman

The room with a balcony belongs to Sally

Sally's, Lily's, Sam's, Lucy's, and Lazari's rooms are lined up together

Seed eater, the rake, and smiley dog are more often seen wandering in the forest

Bloody Painter's room is neat and filled with many paintings and blood (ofc)

Creepypastas rarely eat together

Slenderman can know who is inside his mansion

The balconies behind Slenderman's mansion are connected

The refrigerator door is filled with art by Sally and her friends

EJ has many books in his room

The puppeteer often goes to Helen's room when he is bored

The basement of the mansion is very spacious and has many corridors

There is another way you can do to find Slenderman's Mansion, just follow the strange paper on the tree and you will see his mansion but be careful with the creepypastas, they can kill you