#an open kitchen with dining room and living room

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Gorgeous 1999 home in Calistoga, CA is only $7.849M. Located in California, it's possible to live outdoors as much as indoors, and the grounds are just stunning. There are 3bds, 5ba, + 120.38 acres.

The interior is certainly colorful. Look at the long bright entrance hall.

Cheerful dining room/kitchen.

Professional stove and look at the exhaust hood- it even has drawers. Love the backsplash, too.

Every room in this home is so bright and cheerful.

This hall, so pretty with plants, opens directly out to the pool.

The pool is perched right on the edge of a cliff.

A beautiful outdoor kitchen pokes thru the roof of a pergola.

What a lovely waterfall.

Plus a fountain.

Or you can sit on a covered patio overlooking the pool.

Big bright primary bedroom with, of course, a door to a patio.

Colorful en-suite bath has a view of another patio. Love the lime green counters.

There's also a comfy built-in sofa by the side of what must be a pond.

Love this bright green room.

From there, you can go out to sit on another patio.

Isn't this a lovely staircase?

And even though it goes to a 2nd level, there's still a patio to go right out to.

Inside and out are so interchangeable at this house.

One of the other lovely bedrooms.

I like the tile in this shower room.

And, behind the house is a wonderful orchard.

Look at the lemon trees.

Very nice family room.

There's a bar and pool table in the family, also.

20+ acres is so large, there are roads thru the property.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2395-Pickett-Rd-Calistoga-CA-94515/19402191_zpid/?

[starsofang]

Call of Duty || Coraline AU || Part 2

Running away to start a new chapter and escape the troubles of your past, you find yourself in a darker predicament than you had hoped for.

Coraline with a twist. And COD men. Obviously.

The sound of the microwave beeping in the background pulled you from your thoughts, snapping you away from the daze you had towards the ceiling. Despite it being night time, you could still faintly hear the sound of that damned circus music playing from the neighbor above, and you hated to admit it, but it was already driving you a bit mad.

Your visit to the market was deemed half successful. Were the foods in there considered fresh? No, most definitely not. But you had no room to be picky, and you were starving.

Pulling the mess of a dinner out of the microwave, you sat in the rickety chair that the dining room had provided you when you were initially told of the house being furnished. It creaked under your weight, and you grimaced at how fragile the old legs felt beneath you. The moment you sat and began reluctantly feasting on the cheap meal, the music from upstairs stopped, leaving you in a house full of deafening silence.

It felt almost… eerie, though you weren’t sure why. You quickly found you hated the silence, and would’ve much preferred to hear that god awful circus music from the crazed neighbor above you. The silence allowed you to really take in the dreadful state of the house, and just how strange it felt to be alone.

This is good, you thought to yourself. Alone is good. This is better than before.

And truth be told, even though it was incredibly foreign, it was better than before.

The screaming. The fights. The bruises. The fear.

Stop thinking about that.

You quickly finished up your dinner, tossing the plastic tray into the garbage. One good look at the place from where you stood in the kitchen was enough to have you wincing at how unkempt everything was. Dust littered every surface, the floor caked with old dirt and grime, and some of the furniture was still covered up in weak attempts of protective bags that seemed to prove useless the more you looked at them.

Maybe cleaning would do you some good. Take your mind off of the weird neighbors and strange aura the house swarmed you with.

“What the fuck?” you mumbled to yourself as you kneeled in front of the wall of the living room, staring hard at the old wallpaper.

Though the wall was covered, there was a shape formed underneath it, as if covered up and hidden away so nobody would be able to see it. But you certainly saw it in the midst of your cleaning session. How could you not? It was practically staring you in the face, begging for you to tear it apart and peek beneath.

Standing up to enter the kitchen, you scrambled through the many janky drawers before finding one filled with all sorts of gadgets. The weirdest part was how many keys were tossed carelessly inside, in all different shapes and colors. Who the hell needed this many keys?

Finding a box cutter shoved in the back of the drawer, you returned to the living room. With a soft clank of the box cutter being released, you cut into the wallpaper and carefully cut around the edge of the covered square. It cut open easily, and when you tore away the wallpaper, you were surprised to see a door. A rather small one, but a door nonetheless.

You tried pressing it, tried tugging on it from the small crevices and cracks, but it wouldn’t budge. Gliding your finger along the old wood, you noticed a tiny keyhole on the left of the door.

God, it could be any of those keys in that drawer.

Returning to the kitchen yet again, you shuffled through the array of keys. Most looked normal, and after a few moments, you almost gave up – but as if the universe was finally being a bit nice to you, one key stood out in particular.

Black, old, and on the end, a shape of a button. It was unlike all of the other keys, and it seemed to call out to you, saying pick me, pick me!

When you grasped hold of the key and made your way back to the mysterious door in the living area, you entered the key into the hole. Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing yourself for a swarm of rats to leap out from behind the door (just your luck), you turned the key. To your surprise, that little button key was the right one after all. The small door unlocked, and as if moving on its own, slowly urged itself open.

Curiosity got the best of you, and you grabbed the edge of the door to tug it the rest of the way open.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you breathed out in disappointment when you saw nothing but brick covering up the hole. On the bright side, it wasn’t rats. On the not so bright side, it was very anticlimactic.

Sighing, you shut the door and locked it, securing it tight and returned the key to its original home in the kitchen drawer. With nothing left to do but swallow down your impending loneliness, you headed straight for bed upstairs, willing the clouds in your foggy mind away as well as that stupid little door downstairs.

“Evenin’, bonnie!” A voice called out from above you as you strolled along the side of the house. Glancing up, you noticed a new man standing on his small, metal patio, beaming down at you with a grin so big he might as well have been a damn cheshire cat. “You’re the new one they told me about. Caroline, yes?”

There it was, that mix up in your name again, just like John had done the day before. Did everyone in the building know your name before you could even properly introduce it?

“It’s Coraline,” you corrected with a small frown, head tilted up to study him from where he was carelessly leaning over the railings. “You’re… Soap?”

“The one and only, Miss Caroline,” Soap confirmed cheekily, and if it were even possible, his smile only grew larger. “Though, there is only one of you, I suppose. Must be pretty special if Laswell let you move in to the place, aye?”

It was similar to what John had said to you yesterday, and it only festered your undying curiosity on what exactly seemed to be the issue with you moving in. Surely, nobody else had moved in before you because of how much cleaning needed to be done inside, right? Nobody but you was crazy enough to move into a place so old and rundown, with such… strange neighbors.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him, unsure of what to say. He tilted his head with that obnoxious grin on his face, unfazed by your confusion.

“Is there something wrong with my apartment here?” you finally asked, causing him to laugh loudly and shrug his shoulders. Not exactly the answer you were hoping for, but you didn’t expect anything different from a man who seemed so out of touch. A bit crazy, even.

“You tell me, Caroline. Do you think there’s something wrong with the place?”

“...No?”

“Then nothing’s wrong, lass. Quite the silly one, aren’t you?”

He was making your head hurt. If John and Gaz were strange, then Soap was even stranger.

“Right,” you muttered with a small huff, clearly not amused by his lack of explanation. “Well… it was nice meeting you, Soap. Suppose I’ll see you around.”

“‘Course, Miss Caroline.”

You didn’t even bother to correct him.

“And please, can you maybe tone it down with the music? It’s a bit much, you know.”

Soap grinned, all perfect teeth on display, and straightened himself up along the railings to rest his palms on them. He was a bit boyish in a way, and you couldn’t tell if it was creepy or perhaps you were just a bit too judgmental.

He hummed in response, but said nothing. You took that as your opportunity to leave, facing forward to continue your descent around the house in your eagerness to explore the land.

“I’ll turn down the music if you promise not to go through the little door, Miss Caroline,” he practically sang in amusement, and when you whipped your head back around to look up at him again, he was gone from the patio. All you heard was the sound of his door, as well as his faint snickering that disappeared as it shut behind him.

You stood there, dumbfounded, as you stared at the cracked wood of his door from where he resided upstairs. First, John knew your name. Now, Soap knew about the little door. Even worse, he somehow knew you had discovered it and made attempts to open it to peek inside.

You made a mental note to look for hidden cameras in your apartment when you returned from your exploration of the property.

The land that surrounded the Pink Palace was certainly much more peaceful than the peculiar residents that lived there with you. Though the sky was still a gloomy gray that you knew you’d have to grow accustomed to, the light breeze and dark green of the trees was enough to be considered a pretty sight.

Walking along the dirt trail, the silence you had once dreaded the night before was now welcome. It allowed your fuzzy mind to take a break and simply enjoy the nature around you.

You lost track of how long you had spent along the path, but the pleasant quiet was broken by the snap of a branch behind you. Immediately, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and you whirled around without a single thought to see if somebody had been following you without your knowledge.

A faint meow was heard, and your eyebrows furrowed as you shifted your gaze to the ground where a small, black cat moseyed along the path in such a careless manner, as if it hadn’t given you a fright.

“Hi, kitty,” you greeted with a soft smile, crouching down to its level. It didn’t approach you and instead, stared. If you didn’t know any better, it seemed almost bored of you. “Ah. Not that friendly, huh?”

The cat sat on its haunches, making no effort to move towards you, but also didn’t attempt to leave. It simply sat there, yellow eyes boring into yours, lazily tilting its head at you. You tilted your head back, mirroring its actions. It was then you noticed a thin collar around its neck, name tag on display. You tilted your head some more, squinting in attempts to see it better without getting closer and scaring it off.

“Si,” you read aloud, humming in acknowledgement. “Alright, Si. Nice to meet you. I’ll be on my way, so don’t follow me, okay? I don’t have anything to feed you. Sorry, little guy.”

You stood from your crouched position, eyes lingering on the cat as his own eyes followed your movements. It felt as if he was studying you, and maybe even judging you if that was even possible for a cat.

The sky was beginning to darken in the slightest, so you knew it was safer to head on home, back to the Pink Palace. You just prayed you didn’t run into any of the neighbors on your way.

With a small nod to Si, you stepped past him and began your journey back to your home. The cat watched you go, eyes watching you disappear down the path before following far behind, completely unbeknownst to you.

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i just say fuck it and post without proofreading so if you see any errors, no u didn't 🙏🏻 pls be patient with me, I promise i'm trying to get this allll set up so the fun can begin ):<

[andallshallbewell]

[inspiredlivingspaces]

IG courtatkinsgroup

[tuesdayisfordancing]

61 degrees Fahrenheit when I’m outside: pleasantly warm or pleasantly cool depending on what temperature it was recently

61 degrees Fahrenheit when I’m in a living room: I’m so cold, where are the good blankets?

[i-like-books-and-women]

I'm curious because I realized just now that I imagine all dining room/kitchen/living room setups to be the exact layout of the apartments I lived in when I was little, even if a much more spacious layout like where I live now is probably more accurate to what would be going on. So now I'm curious about other people.

Reblog for a bigger sample size :D

[speedlimit15]

in my next home i need no carpet, a gas stove, and more than two rooms

[pirateshavefeelingstoo]

I want some fucking privacy. I have none here. I want to be able to talk to someone on the phone and have it be private. I want to be able to hang out with someone in my own room and have it be private. I want to be able to be alone. I don’t want my being alone to be contingent on other people going to bed. Or going to work. Or being out of the house. I want to be able to have feelings in private. I want to be sick in private. I want to be able to remove myself from situations where I feel overwhelmed or overstimulated. I want to come home from work and have a few moments of not being around anyone. I want to be able to decompress in my own space. I want to be able to cry in peace. I want to be excited about things on my own first sometimes. I want to be able to get some space when I’m angry. I just want to be able to shut a fucking door sometimes

[ottawarealtor]

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[thenonbinarysunstreaker]

It's so funny, if you ask me to think of a layout for a small house/large apartment my immediate thought is the house I spent the first 9 year of my life

[evilromero]

i hate this flat

[nomaishuttle]

making my sillay little apartment checklist

[bhujerbaa]

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[kikcorgi]

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[winchestarks]

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