#Coffee+Table

[pangur-and-grim]

I'm turning 30 this month, and for some reason have become suddenly interested in material possessions. like what if,,,,,,,,my couch was nice. what if my sheets were nice. is this what happens to you??

[lousysharkbutt]

look at this overgrown wireless charger

[soulmvtes]

it's about the small acts of intimacy... forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands

[zegalba]

Shige Hasegawa: 'Hana' Table (2009)

[fruitydiaz]

ryan 📸 by oliver so far this season

[ancientsstudies]

The perfect spot.

ig credit: maddietsang.

[how-to-get-away-with-study]

The cat disapproves of philosophy 😾

[vintagehomecollection]

Interior Visions: Great American Designers and the Showcase House, 1988

[barbie-girlll]

Margot Robbie with different Barbie-inspired fashions for the coffee table book Barbie: The World Tour

[commoncoel]

lazy morning

[amygdalae]

theres this one customer that comes in pretty infrequently but is recognizable enough that we all just refer to him as “the Elvis Guy”. he always comes in looking for books about Elvis. and every time he’s around he expresses incredulity that we don’t have many books about Elvis in stock. “He’s still the King, you know”, he said recently. Fallout character behavior

[antoine-triplett]

Robert Sheehan’s physical acting is so good. Klaus always seems like he’s one strong breeze away from falling over and its so in character.

[iceman-soup]

ghost x soap

Of course it's fucking raining now that Soap and Ghost finally on leave. Sure, it's not unusual Scottish weather (they're staying in Johnny's small flat in Glasgow), and it's not like they were gonna do much today anyway, but still. It has them waking up in an already lazy mood, Simon shuffling to cuddle into his boyfriend closer and groaning.

The bed is too comfy and warm to get up, and Si doesn't want to move away from Soap's sleepy embrace. They're both conscious, quietly making incoherent noises of complaint at that fact back and forth at each other. Eventually, Johnny presses his lips to Ghost's forehead and rolls them over, sitting up on Simon's stomach to look out the window like a curious rabbit, then leaning down and littering his unmasked face with pecked kisses.

Simon laughs, running his hands through Soap's mohawk. Raindrops patter against the window as he flips them over again, hugging Soap tight then sitting up opposite him, pulling on a pair of comfy military-issued socks and one of his hoodies. The Sergeant sits up too, also pulling on one of Si's hoodies, and much fluffier socks with little skull prints all over them that Gaz had bought him as a gag gift which he ended up adoring.

"Mornin', love," Soap smiles, voice deep and groggy as he leans forward to rest his head on Ghost's chest, who hums in response and nuzzles his cheek against his hair. After a couple moments just sitting like that, the two reluctantly flop out of bed, padding their way over to the tiny kitchen before realising they barely have a scrap of food in the flat, only just having a few general ingredients and a small selection of tea and coffee.

Simon groans again, scanning the fridge as if something new is about to spawn in, before turning around, picking his boyfriend up and setting him on a counter, then passing him flour, eggs, milk and some oil, and getting out a frying pan for the stove.

"What're we making?" the shorter man asks, swinging his legs and playfully kicking Ghost whenever he gets in range.

"Secret," is the only reply he gets, but it's quickly obvious by the way Si mixes some flour, milk and two eggs together, creating a thin batter which he splashes into the pan, just about remembering to put oil in first so as to not completely fuck it all up. Then Chef Riley takes charge, and suddenly Johnny is being bossed around, ordered to get plates and get cutlery and cut up a lemon and put some caster sugar in a small bowl and set it out all pretty on the tiny dining table. In his own home, he complains lightheartedly.

The first pancake served is happily accepted by the Scot along with a quick kiss. The shit weather had only gotten worse, but that meant a perfect background noise for them to eat (although it did make conversation a little difficult). Once the batter is all used up, Ghost puts Soap on washing up duty, whilst he dries and puts everything away. And then it's essential to curl up on the sofa together, wrapped in one of Johnny's blankets, watching a randomly-selected war film and criticising even the slightest inaccuracies to make each other laugh.

[lazybakerart]

the heartbreak of house stealing oxy from a dead man. overdosing on christmas. wilson calling him multiple times before showing up at his apartment. wilson finding house on the floor. wilson and house looking at each other. wilson standing up and leaving. because they've been here before and wilson can't watch house do this to himself again.

[zegalba]

Murano Glass Coffee Table Designed by Noe Duchaufour Lawrance

[donewithnothing]