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[online-8]

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[thehomecanvas]

Minimalist Dining: A Fresh Take on Clean Aesthetics in Your Home

Minimalism has emerged as an attractive trend in home design. Homeowners find refuge from clutter and chaos through this approach to interior decoration; our dining areas provide the ideal platform to embrace its minimalist aesthetics. This blog explores the essence of minimalist dining, focusing on its ability to create an atmosphere of serenity and sophistication. We will examine the increasing trend of minimalist home design and its benefits for our living spaces and help guide you in selecting appropriate furniture, such as marble and black dining tables or versatile multipurpose tables. Home Canvas is essential in unifying your minimalist dining area, with careful curation creating an artistic expression that complements its surroundings perfectly. Opt for minimalist pieces in selecting artwork, wall decor, and accessories - opt for pieces that resonate with your design theme while adding tranquility - when selecting artwork, wall decor, and accessories for Home Canvas.

[stochastique-blog]

You can be someone else

Customized higher Reverse Meeting table. Interior by Perspektiv, produced by Premier Interiors 

[whimsiquix]

Quick Fic: Saints

TOW Deva tries to drown his sorrows, Varadha looks bomb in eyeliner and there's no actual alcohol involved cause they're both losers. [2017]

“What are you drinking?” 

Deva startles knocking over his glass instantly. 

Varadha just raises an unimpressed brow before indicating toward the bartender, turning away for a moment to let Deva look.

“Nothing major.” Deva says, his throat dry as a dessert. 

Varadha shrugs. “I figured you hadn’t developed taste in the time we’ve been apart.”

“I still like you do I not?”

“Yes, it is pretty tasteless to like someone who doesn’t like you back. What’s that like?” 

“Like a live-wire through my blood every time I look at him.” 

He turns away from the bartable to face Varadha. Varadha loved having the upper hand but he’s never managed to be so much as coherent when Deva got in his space. It’s a superpower Deva has always used liberally. He curls a palm around Varadha’s thigh, yanking him closer by it. 

Varadha, predictably shivers. Swallows. 

“You stopped the seal.” His voice is low and throaty. 

Deva presses his face closer to Varadha, grazing his lips over the arrogant curve of his neck. “There was a girlfriend involved. Not that you’d know what that’s like.” 

“Girlfriend? And here you are humping my leg. Not very good is she?”

“Very boring.” Deva promises, pressing a sweet kiss to Varadha’s collarbone. “Has a ridiculous foreign accent, makes me ears bleed.” 

Varadha snorts, curving his neck away to give Deva more access. “I didn’t come here to make out with you.” He says belying his actions. Deva huffs incredulously. 

Varadha turns around to face him. “Why did you stop my seal? I’ll have to kill you now. What a hassle.” 

“Hang until death? Boring. So many other ways for you to kill me. You can take off your clothes and get on your knees for starters.” 

Varadha laughs. “Darling the day I get on my knees for you will be your funeral.” 

Deva pulls Varadha up to his height by the silver coils wrapped around his neck, “You’ll mourn me?” He murmurs against his lips.

“Everyday for the rest of my life.” 

Deva kisses him then and as always Varadha falls into him, sweet and soft in his arms. It’s easy to tongue at his jaw, run his thumb worshipfully over the delicate fan of his lashes and the play of the club lights on his features. ‘You’re so beautiful it makes me ache’ he wants to say. Swallows the words down for all they feel like thorns down his throat. “I’ll never fight you. Your judgement is absolute.” He promises instead.

Varadha blinks at him, always, always caught off guard by Deva’s devotion even though he really shouldn’t be. A moment later, he smiles, a desperately sad thing that makes Deva hurt to his bones even as he tugs at Deva’s curls, a lost look in his eyes that Deva hates to see. 

Abruptly, Varadha stands up, as though ashamed of his own vulnerability. He turns away from Deva, the sheer little number he's wearing leaving little to imagination. “You should work on your own accent.” is all he says before breaking through the throngs of milling people and disappearing into the crowd. 

In Deva’s pocket, the familiar crinkle of a flight ticket for himself, mother and now Aadhya out of the country in Kansaar Kartha’s own private jet. As is customary, Deva tears them up and throws them into his beer jug. 

[leibal]

Bar Table is a minimalist table designed by France-based practice Heim+Viladrich. This foldable table is crafted from stainless steel, a choice that speaks to both durability and aesthetic appeal. The design of BarTable takes a cue from the intricate patterns commonly seen on outdoor coffee tables, integrating these motifs into its structure.

[altruistic-sunshine]

I don't have a choice. it's my duty

"Mhm... as far as I've heard, you have alot of political power, no? Is there nothing you can do to change that duty?"

Anon comments after a few moments of thought, pushing over a drink Starscream ordered from him. He leans his servos on the bartable, helm tilted slightly to the right, prompting Starscream to elaborate further.

[smollkittykat]

if you're asking me if I'm okay, I am sitting at my barkeep job, 30 missed deadlines this semester about to turn into 33 as I think about the moral dilemma of human collatoral in order to achieve greatness.

This thought stems from the fact that I want Soldier Boy to rail me so hard over the bartable that he explodes when he cums

[fragileizywriting]

the two of them collapse into their respective seats.

there's no back to their barstools, but they make do: marinette with her elbows on the bartable, thankful for the smooth quartz surface being cold against the stifling-hot miasma that suffocates the dancefloor. adrien, almost identical, but reaching over the counter for the cold acqua pana luka's set aside for them. another swipe, and he's got two clean cups; he's pouring it out for them both, taking his other hand to unbutton his shirt.

smooth, honeyed skin comes into view. tantalizing collarbones. she could nip him, if she was allowed to. smear her lipstick all over the line of his pectorals, and make him lose his breath like she's lost hers.

huh.

oh.

marinette's wetter than a sponge, both in lingering arousal, attracted to how adrien can keep up with her— no small feat, she knows that— and just how exhausted she is. a marathon would've been easier.

"if you are even half as good at sex as you are at dancing, you'd be considered a sex expert, you know that?" she wheezes out.

"oh, yeah?" he replies, a smirk and a smile, passing her the cup.

[hunting-songs]

👀 + "I know these kinds of thoughts aren't like me, and I know it's also kind of dirty and sticky... and also... you're the only person I could think of to share it with, Senritsu..." Kurapika sighed, tapping the back of his phone "The cafeteria next to the park brought out some cinnamon rolls filled with chocolate sauce, almond cream and even ice cream... I know it's going to be a sticky disaster to eat them but I really want to try them... do you want to join me?"

Send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds. She had put the call on loud when Kurapika had called. The young mans voice buzzed from electric interferences, making Senritsu grimace a little over the disorted sound as she reached out to pinch Bashos big hand warningly when he chuckled quietly in his deep, rumbling voice over Kurapikas choice of words. Quickly the big man took a sip from his waterglass to drown his own chuckle. They were standing by one of the windows of the shopping mall where between bartables, talking people, the scent of fast food, the clanking of plastic kitchenware, and the noises of the cars on the streets past the mall, the two Hunters had redrawn to to have a quick meal while Neon had sat down to show her newest bounty of makeup-products to her maids.

"Well than, why not. Sounds good.", the young woman hummed friendly, tapping her short fingers against the tables counter:

" Would Definitive not be the first sticky stuff I swallowed gladly."

Beside her Basho choked so hard on his water he buckled over down on his knees, wheezing like an old man. Unimpressed Senritsu held a handkerchief down to him to cough into, not for a single second stopping looking out of the window, not for a single second stopping to smile, not for a single second in the slightest bothered.

[unboundtravels]

BAD ADVICE MEME | ACCEPTING

@un1awful

Quietly he stared into a whiskey glass. This Continental as it were was rather drab and dreary. However, he was moving through secret societies across Europe and beyond. He unfortunately had to make a stop here. Although he'd rather be out on the streets, chasing his current lead head on. He's pursuing an object making it's way through the black market. An extremely dangerous and potientially world ending piece of alien technology. Although he's keeping it to himself, for now.

It's when the familiar Detective Inspector arrives that The Doctor finds himself leaning more towards leaving. He doesn't question how Kurama arrived here, or how he found his way toward the specific bar that The Doctor also happened to be in. He just simply lets it wash down his back. He remains in his own head, replaying facts while also making idle chit chat that The Timelord believes is meant to get on his good side. The request for advice causes him to cock an eyebrow and hum quietly. The Doctor turns, looking him up and down for a moment.

"Detective inspector," The Doctor begins, "If you want some proper advice from me, take this—" The Doctor knocks back his glass of whiskey, barely reacting as the firey taste reaches his chest. He places it down, leaning on the bartable. His elbow propping his head up, and his legs crossing tightly. "Start with a shave." He suddenly advised, moving his own head to examine Kurama from afar. He then leans in, just a bit close— but not that close. "Perhaps an decrease in that attitude of yours as well, would help you become more desireable." There's a cheeky little smirk before The Doctor whispers slightly. "Though, who knows... maybe some people like their men rough." The Doctor's whisper is cool and sharp, almost sort of like a bit of ice... though his eyes narrow slightly. 

As quickly as that heated chill comes, it fades as The Doctor stands. Moving to grab his coat, he gestures towards Kurama's wrist. The Doctor's selight of hand on display as Kurama would find his wrist handcuffed to the bartable. "Now! Some proper advice:" The Doctor begins.

"Stay out of my way. I'm on my own this time, and that means I'm not bound by any rules this time. I'd rather you not find out what sort of man that makes me." 

[fitgranny]

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[thuganomxcs]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒, THE BANE OF HIS EXISTENCE. Why would Kratos even add that to the conversation?? Here Yusuke thought they were cool with one another..and then he pulls this shit! Mhmm, there’s no doubt what Kratos is, a damned DEVIL that’s what he is. Yusuke’s disapproval with the new conversation topic was displayed on his stoic face as he slumps forward against the bartable.

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐚 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐭' 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡.   ❞  If there was a bigger reason of why he skipped highschool entirely after middle school it was probably to get away from learning MORE math. LITTLE did he know he would have encountered it even on his job now that he’s his own boss. The cost of materials, ingredients, and truck maintenance with all his earnings from both his job and side activity? Then ADDING trading with the vegetables his crops produces? “People come t’ these places t’ get away from their depression..not to sink deeper.”

❝ sixty or so would be fairly generous under the circumstances so we can continue from there. ❞ some old people became fairly blunt but kratos was older than older and even he, at times, allowed himself to engulf the new generation in mystery. even if he spoke, would his truth be taken as gospel or would his facts be taken as exaggerated fiction? for one such as he, it was best to lie—to water down the details to be believed in the end: his existence was more abstract concept than reality.

kratos glances at the spit fire youth before him out the corner of his eye and swirls the whiskey in his cup. to even be able to perceive him was a feat in and of itself but kratos had to humor himself a tad. what was the joy in telling his life’s story without a bit of a guessing game? ❝ multiply sixty by a hundred or so and you’d still be a few thousand off. ❞ he downs the rest of his liquor with ease, the angel drinking more for the company than the end result. ❝ no riddles, just a bit of mathematics. ❞

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