#copper stove hood

[shmuberry]

Great Room - Kitchen Example of a large classic galley light wood floor open concept kitchen design with an undermount sink, beaded inset cabinets, white cabinets, quartzite countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances and a peninsula

[gracious-freedom]

Kitchen Great Room Open concept kitchen - large traditional galley light wood floor open concept kitchen idea with an undermount sink, beaded inset cabinets, white cabinets, quartzite countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances and a peninsula

[analogveins]

Kitchen - Dining Remodeling ideas for a medium-sized craftsman l-shaped eat-in kitchen with a slate floor and brown walls, a single-bowl sink, raised-panel cabinets, medium-tone wood cabinets, quartzite countertops, a gray backsplash, a stone tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, and a peninsula.

[carlos-arl]

Kitchen - Traditional Kitchen

Example of a large classic galley light wood floor open concept kitchen design with an undermount sink, beaded inset cabinets, white cabinets, quartzite countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances and a peninsula

[girls-idols]

Traditional Kitchen - Great Room

[grahamjadiel]

Rustic Kitchen - Enclosed With a farmhouse sink, raised-panel cabinets, medium-tone wood cabinets, granite countertops, a beige backsplash, a stone slab backsplash, stainless steel appliances, and an island, this mid-sized mountain-style l-shaped porcelain tile and brown floor enclosed kitchen photo.

[celeberoticafanfic]

Great Room Kitchen Open concept kitchen - large traditional galley light wood floor open concept kitchen idea with an undermount sink, beaded inset cabinets, white cabinets, quartzite countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances and a peninsula

[syboubou]

Country kitchen set

Introducing the highly-anticipated "Country Kitchen" custom content set, where rustic charm meets timeless elegance! 

It's been a year since my last kitchen release, and I've poured my heart and soul into creating this one. because of the complexity and intricacy of kitchen sets, I took my time to perfect every detail. Inspired by my own home search, this kitchen is a reflection of the warmth and comfort I longed for.

Say goodbye to traditional counters and welcome a stunning table island, perfect for meal preparation and socializing. Sims can now engage with bar stools while whipping up their favorite dishes. The fireplace comes with wall slots, allowing you to showcase decor items that add character and charm.

The counters and cabinets have been thoughtfully designed with accent elements, offering a versatile look in 11 swatches of wood tones and pastel painted colors. I wanted this kitchen to fit seamlessly into any home, exuding rustic sophistication. To truly bring the heart of the home to life, I've added a plethora of clutters that breathe authenticity and fill the room with vibrancy. 

Description

This set includes 28 new items, low poly and basegame compatible.

Furnitures: Counters, accent counter with vegetables crate, table island, cabinet, accent cabinet with glass front or plates shelf, hood fireplace (available in 3 heights), bar stool.

Appliances: Double oven&stove, sink, trashbin.

Light: Ceiling lanter light (available in 3 heights)

Decor: Condiment clutter, copper pans, wall towel, bowls pile (with typical french breton design), glass dome, glass jars, wall potholder mittens, wicker lid, wall garlic, olive oil&pepper, cutboards and a vinyl rug.

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Available for free download on my website !

[biggerlovers]

Traditional Kitchen - Great Room

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This home in Girard, IL is pretty nice for $209K. 3bds, 2ba, it's a little dated, but it has some nice features.

There's an entrance hall that could be nice. Not a fan of the wallpaper.

The living room has a nice fireplace, cute indoor planation shutters, and sliders to the yard.

Also off the entrance, there's a large dining room with a lovely window.

The kitchen is my favorite part of the house. Look at this- it's huge and has a fairy tale look. The knotty pine wood and brick fireplace, plus the vintage ovens in the brick wall.

The stove has a copper hood and backsplash.

Isn't this dining area cool? You could make it half a sitting area.

And, look at the built-in.

This bedroom has an interesting carpet, but it looks clean.

I think that this larger room is the primary. It has 2 standalone closets.

Plus, there's a walk-in closet.

The bath is slightly vintage and looks like new.

The room is also very large. It could be the primary, also.

Look at that brick wall behind the house. That's amazing.

This is so pretty- there's a breezeway in the house, then you come out to a covered patio with a stained glass ceiling, and a grill off the side.

The size of the lot isn't given, but the yard looks pretty large. Looks like there's a nice shed, too.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/612-N-3rd-St-Girard-IL-62640/347885930_zpid/

[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )

001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . 002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm. 004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls . 005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air . 006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . 007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers . 008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys . 009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions . 010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly . 011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses . 012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead . 013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals . 014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks . 015. a pond with ducks, seeking food . 016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago . 017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells . 018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors . 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . 020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks . 021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks . 022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes . 023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee . 024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind . 025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . 026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river . 027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . 028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere . 029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire . 030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area . 031. a lone phone box on a street corner . 032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact . 033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen . 034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path . 035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep . 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it . 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger . 038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers . 039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep . 041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder . 042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove . 043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows . 044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance . 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare . 046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents . 047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf . 048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room . 049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean . 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .

[chaosheadspace]

35 for the food prompts!

‘waking up in the middle of the night for a midnight snack’

Hi, thank you so much for sending in an ask, and sorry for taking so long! I decided to set this in my library boys AU, I hope that's alright. This plays out during the winter holidays.

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A clatter of metal on tile wakes Murphy in the dead of night. He breathes once, calmly, adrenaline racing along his spine, making his heart thump.

Then he remembers that it is the Christmas holidays, and that Orpheus is home, and that the sound is much more likely caused by him than a supposed burglar. His fingers itch to look at his phone for the time, but he is of the firm belief that if one doesn’t look, one has at least a few hours of sleep yet to come, and so he does not.

He takes another breath and then gets up, his thoughts still mushy with sleep, his bare feet first silent on the soft wood floor of his bedroom before pat-pit-patting over the cold tile of the hallway. There is the faintest glow of light from the kitchen, eerie and cold.

Murphy leans against the doorway, crossing his arms, and observes his son rummaging around in the fridge. The stark light from inside makes his curls seem frizzy, a copper sheen glinting at the edges of his usually darker locks. There’s goosebumps on his arm where the sleeve of his pajamas has ridden up.

“Still awake?” Murphy asks, making Orpheus jump with a surprised yelp.

“Hey!” Then he calms himself, turning away from the still open fridge. “I’m hungry,” he says almost guiltily, turning a spoon in his hands. That must have been the sound Murphy had heard. Maybe he’d dropped it. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Sometimes it is like that,” Murphy nods, abandoning his place at the door in favour of being closer to his son. “What were you looking for?”

Orpheus shrugs. “Just the yoghurt we bought yesterday.” Then the fridge beeps rather loudly, reminding them that the door is still open, making both of them flinch this time.

Gently, Murphy shuts it, turning on the soft, yellow light of the hood of the stove instead. “Surely we can do better than that,” he says with a small smile. “What do you think about warm vanilla pudding?”

“Really?!” Awe beams over Orpheus’s face, making him seem younger, reminding Murphy of the time he was maybe three and told he was allowed to eat as much easter candy as he could possibly swallow.

“Yes, but only if you go and put on socks right now.”

He’s out of the kitchen faster than Murphy can say “pudding”.

As Murphy takes out milk and starch, salt and sugar, he thinks that there is magic in these late nights, in these solitary, comfortably dark moments. When the whole world is asleep and Murphy can feel the love for his son on his heart, thick like a bird’s winter plumage, rich like autumn sun, heavy like armour.

He feels soft and open and sleepy, and he cannot wait to curl up on his bed with Orpheus, spooning warm pudding out of a mug, and then watch his son fall back asleep. He will gladly pay an hour or two of his sleep for that.

[e-dubbc11]

Devil May Cry

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Warnings: Ooh ok, so mentions of domestic abuse, blood, violence, crying

Word Count: 1.8k-ish

Summary: The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen helps a woman being hurt by her boyfriend. He doesn’t expect what happens after and he needs emotional help from you.

A/N: So the song Devil May Cry by the Weeknd was the inspiration for this one (hence the title). I wrote it kinda quickly and I’m a little uneasy just because I haven’t written for Matt in awhile so I’m scared that it sucks. But anyway, I hope you like it.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The late night sky sparkled like a carpet of diamonds up above him, he could tell it was a clear night and the cool air gently kissed his lips as he listened closely for sounds of distress.

The low soft whimpering, it was all he could hear. With a quick head tilt in the direction the cries came from, he tried to decipher exactly where she was. The wind picked up force as he perched on a rooftop nearby which made it difficult to pinpoint her location.

He could feel how scared she was by the rapid beating of her heart and the prayer fleeing from her lips in a muted whisper.

As he jumped to another rooftop, her cries rang a little louder in his ears. He was close. Inching toward the edge of the roof, her sobs and shallow breathing subsided and he quietly climbed down the fire escape to listen more intently.

He sensed her window was open so he stayed back and out of sight. The panic he heard in her voice before finding her, pleading with him not to hurt her but he did anyway. The smell of copper from her bloody lip and the salt from her tears floated by his nose as he heard her say to herself,

“I should have had dinner ready on time. He didn’t mean it.”

The Devil knew her boyfriend had left after hitting her. He heard them arguing blocks away. It wasn’t her fault he had a bad day at work, yet she apologized for it anyway. Dinner wasn’t ready when he wanted it to be which only made him angrier and that’s when it happened.

The kitchen chair fell over as he grabbed his jacket and walked out, leaving her to clean up the mess. The dinner she worked so hard on, hoping he would like it, now lay scattered across the floor as she carefully picked up the broken pieces of the plate and ignoring the dried tears that stained her cheeks. She had to clean this up before he came back.

There wasn’t anything he could do after the fact. But if he hurt her once, he’d definitely try to do it again.

“I’ll come back…” He said in a low growl toward the open window but too quiet for her to hear.

The next night, the Devil waited patiently on her rooftop. With a slight tilt of his head, he listened carefully for the familiar footsteps he remembered hearing leaving the apartment. She was cooking him dinner again. He inhaled the strong scents of garlic, onion, and Italian seasoning, and the marinara sauce simmering in the pot on the stove smelled heavenly.

And then he heard them, the heavy footsteps of her boyfriend coming home from work so he once again climbed down the fire escape and waited outside her window. The Devil could tell dinner wasn’t quite ready yet because she was scrambling to finish before he walked through the door but it was too late.

Again, he asked why it wasn’t ready on time and he said again, he had a bad day at work. The Devil could feel her heart beating out of her chest, even her body temperature had risen but he wasn’t going to hurt her tonight, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen would make sure of that.

The hooded figure stepped out into the light of the dimly lit apartment, taking both of them by surprise and warning him not to touch her again. He took a swing at the Devil but ended up flat on his back and a hand around his throat, again with another warning to just stay down and if he doesn’t want him to come back, he will do what the Devil says. Terrified, the boyfriend agrees and her rescuer is pleased…for now.

He made sure she was ok, reminded her that she doesn’t have to stay and it would actually be safer for her if she didn’t but he couldn’t make her and so she thanked him and he disappeared into the night.

After a long night of patrolling, he found his way back to your apartment, and feeling like he made a difference tonight. He saved her from being hurt again and he was able to come home to you.

A slight smirk played across his lips as he cleaned himself up as best he could without your help, he hated to wake you when you were sleeping so soundly. Your steady heartbeat was music to his ears as he climbed into bed next to you, pulling your body close to his, a low hum escaping your lips but he knew he didn’t disturb your sleep.

His lips ghosted over your bare shoulder before placing a soft kiss on your warm skin. He inhaled the scent of your shampoo as he buried his nose in your hair, a familiar scent of home that calmed him and helped him tune out all of the late night car alarms, the neon lights that emitted the slightest of sounds, and the sound of glass being broken on the sidewalk below. All of those late night city sounds were muted as soon as he spooned up behind you.

That’s when his name fell from your lips in a quiet moan.

“Mmmm…Matty.”

His lips turned up into a slight smile at the sound of his name as you slept, the most important person to him in Hell’s Kitchen was safely asleep next to him.

His last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were of her, hoping she was alright, hoping that she left him…maybe she will sleep soundly at least for tonight.

He would check on her again tomorrow.

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He heard sirens echoing in between buildings on his walk home from work, they were coming from her building and he panicked.

After asking a police officer what happened, they told him a woman was being taken to the hospital…They didn’t even have to say it, Matt just knew the boyfriend had hurt her again.

He listened as the wheels of the stretcher rolled down the long hallway and out the door where the ambulance was waiting to take her away. He heard them talking inside the ambulance, she was going to be alright.

He was still angry though, his fist clenched tightly around the top of his cane and the line of his mouth tightened a fraction more. His cheeks flared with anger for the rest of his walk home and tears burned the back of his eyes behind his red tinted glasses that he aggressively pushed up the bridge of his nose.

He needed you.

As he got closer to home, he heard music coming from the apartment so you were either cleaning or cooking. Given the time, it was probably the latter and he listened closely to the lyrics.

… It won't be in vain

To swallow all your pain

And learn to love what burns

And gather courage to return

… Faces in the crowd

Faces in the crowd will smile again

And the devil may cry

The devil may cry at the end of the night

You called out to him when you heard him unlock the door.

“Hi Matty, you hungry? I made din—“

You stopped when you saw the look on his face, the anger and the frustration. His knuckles were white from clenching his fists as he walked toward you and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Hey, hey handsome. What’s wrong?” You asked, stroking his soft brown hair.

He removed his glasses and the sadness behind his beautiful amber eyes broke your heart.

“Sweetheart…he hurt her again. She went to the hospital this time and I couldn’t stop it.” He said in almost a whisper.

“Who?” You asked. “Someone on your route?”

“I saved her from her boyfriend last night. I told her she should leave, that she would be safer that way if he didn’t know where she was.” He said in his low gravelly voice, licking his lips as he went in to hug you again.

“Matty…I know you want to but you can’t make them leave. They have to want to—as much as you want to, you can’t save everyone, baby.”

… The light will shine through the rain

And heaven will hear them call your name

And home will feel like home again

Corruption will fill your brain

All you could do is stand there, holding him and reassuring him he was doing good things, making his streets safer. Squeezing his body against yours, you felt the muscles in his shoulders start to relax a little, his shallow breaths slowing down, and his heart beating up against yours.

“That’s it, Matty. It’s ok.” You said. “Is she going to be ok?”

Matt trusted you with his secret, all you had asked from him was that he was careful, to value his own life and remember that there are people in his life that do care whether he lives or dies. You knew he was making a difference but that he had to take the bad as well as the good and this time he had to take the bad.

He pulled away from the crook in your neck.

“Uh, yeah—yeah I heard them talking inside the ambulance. They said she would be ok. But I could smell the blood, a lot of blood. It was bad, sweetheart.” He said with a hitch in his voice.

You wiped away the tear that slid down his cheek. Matt was fearless and strong yet sensitive, he just wanted her and everyone else he tried to protect to be alright.

… Faces in the crowd

Faces in the crowd will smile again

And the devil may cry

The devil may cry at the end of the night

You leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, brushed the stubble on his face with your thumbs, and a little smile spread across your face.

The man in front of you fought hard every night to protect the weak, to try and make it safer for people to walk down the streets at night, but he never actually thought about if anyone was going to be there for him when he was too late to save them.

As much as his city needed him, Matt needed saving too. He needed to be saved from the guilt he carried especially from “what if?” situations.

What if he had forced her to leave? Would it have saved her from the monster that put his hands on her? Maybe, maybe not. You don’t know, and he didn’t either.

“You did what you could, Matthew. Remember, some things are just out of your control and they’re in someone else’s hands.” You reminded him.

Matt nodded, he knew you were right. “What would I do without you, sweetheart?”

Trying to make him smile, you came back with a sarcastic answer. “Not be able to find things in the back of the cupboard?” You giggled.

A sly smirk stretched across his lips and he let out a little chuckle.

“Very true.” He said, inched his face closer, and gently pressed his lips against yours “I love you.”

“I love you too, Matty.”

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Thank you for reading, I appreciate it! I’ve only tagged a handful of people, just because there seems to be lack of interaction here especially on my Matt fics. If you liked it, you can tell me, I don’t bite

[amythestfenix]

4ESF Kitchen3 Repository and Recolored

As I was taking a break from working on the 4t2CL Stove, I decided to look at the latest CC I’ve downloaded.

I really love @parchmentpaperandco ‘s ink and copper Brooklyn Kitchen; it's a great color combo! I went to get out my meshes for it and realized that I had made this kitchen repository and then never posted it.

So I dug it out and then I recolored some more of the set (fridge, wall shelves, cooker hood, barstools, undercounter table) with Basico’s textures. You can see these in pic 1. Pic 2 shows the mesh textures. TXMTs are changed to match my system, because I often mix and match kitchen pieces when I decorate. I’ve made a deco corner counter, because I hate it when counters separate after you put in upper cabinets and deco!

I did a lot to the fridge. It’s now 2 subsets (exterior and interior), because the interior used to take textures from the BG moderate fridge, which had a sub-par result as they showed on the exterior. It’s also now FT (AL) and children can get bottles for toddlers. Everything is re-named, quarter-tiled, categorized the way I like it, etc. Not all deco shown is part of this kitchen. I did not do much to the microwave, trash compactor, dish drainer, sink, stove, or wall light, as I don’t particularly like them and will probably never use them.

Thanks so much to Ian at  Parchment, Paper, & Co for permission to use and post these lovely textures! Make sure you pick up the recolors from Basico Homewares at the link above.

Please let me know if there are questions or problems.

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[deramin2]

My ancient pilot light stove Betty really shines in power outages. I may not have heat, but I can have a warm beverage thanks to my stove using no electricity at all to run (unless you want the light). She's really inefficient most of the time, but here she's shines and protects.

ID: A white 1952-1954 O'Keefe and Merritt stove with, 2 ovens, 2 smaller doors, , three crumb catcher trays, 4 burners and a griddle a foldout cover or shelf, and a couple dials between a light. It's got chrome trim and mid century modern sculpting. A huge white hood is over it, partially built into mint green kitchen cabinets with butcher block countertops. There is a white microwave in the cabinet, and on three country is a copper kettle, microwave, and other kitchen sundries. End ID.

[princesspiratecat]

Before & After- The Kitchen

1. My neighbor gave me this vintage Revereware copper kettle because she knows I like copper, and I polished it up a few times. Now it’s sitting on top of my stove hood. 

2. This was an old dry-sink that I got at an auction for 40 bucks, at least 100 years old. You lift the lid and it has storage underneath. It was in bad shape though, complete with ink stains, bad wood filler jobs, and some crappy chalk paint inside. I sanded it, used some stuff that revives old wood, re-stained and sealed the top, andproceeded to paint over the crappy chalk paint with leftover paint I had from the the top of my kitchen wall (a nice burnt pumpkin). It really brought out the original beauty of the wood and gave it a nice two-tone look.  

The final picture is the end result. And now it’s filling an empty space in my kitchen, and looks really good! 

The two bottom pictures are a little bit on the red side....it’s true color is closer to the picture taken outside. I’ll post more later!